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"Welcome Mr. Nomad."

The tiger was greeted as his feline "escort" shoved him into the room. Nomad sneered at the mafia guard. He knew better than to fight back. Places like this could easily riddle him with bullets before he could even activate his sacred artifact.

Looking around, he appeared to be in an office of sort. The velvet curtains blocked out most of the light save for a gap preoccupied by a large avian transient staring outside.

He assumed the bird must be their boss. Currently he was looking into a case involving a local mob group lead by the avian Simurgh.

"There is no one else here beside me, understood?" the cat nodded. "Now, Leave us."

With his new order, the cat left.

Nomad turned back to the person on the other side of the room. He wore a pinstripe suit as black as his feathers. Behind his broad back ne hand was nestled in the other. His shoulders only slightly moved with each breath. From his back dropped a pair of large wings. These feathers started black, but went through a rainbow of hues before ending on red. The same pattern was seen in random strand of hair. The longest strands were tied in a ponytail. The ends of all of his hair were showing his age as they ended in the same faded white.

Silently the suited bird turned to Nomad. His face was oddly flat for an avian transient. And his beak only took up a part of his face as supposed to his entire bottom half as most are. What stood out the most was his short white beard that connected to his sideburns.

Nomad locked eyes with the bird. The bird's yellow eyes showed little care for the tiger. Yet, neither of them broke their line of sight.

They both remained silent for all of the bird's approach. His steps were slow, methodical , heavy.

What caught Nomad's attention the most was the scent. It grew in intensity as he drew nearer. He couldn't place what exactly it was, but it smelt... good. He [i]needed[/i] to know what it was. He took deeper breaths.

"So 'detective', I've heard you were looking into Simurgh's... family." The bird broke the silence rousing Nomad from his thoughts.

<Fuck, when did you get so close?> he almost yelled in shock and jumped back a little.

"Well?" Simurgh asked.

"'Well'?"

"Am I correct? You are looking into Simurgh's operations."

<Why is he being so direct? And what's with the speaking in third person schtick?>

"There's no need to answer. I already know the truth. After all..."

Suddenly, Simurgh wrapped his arms around Nomad and held him in a tight embrace. Nomad's face was forced into Simurgh's chest. Simurgh tiled his head so that his beak was right next to Nomad's ear and softly spoke

"You asked for my help."

"Wha-?" Nomad was dumbfounded. Why would Simurgh help him take himself down? More importantly when would he ever ask? This was the first time they have ever met.

Then it clicked.

"Lumus?" he asked tentatively. Either was right or this was the weirdest way to rat out a snitch he has ever seen.

Simurgh chuckled as he let Nomad out of his embrace.

"In the flesh. Well, someone else's flesh, but that seems irrelevant."

The words seemed foreign coming out Simurgh's mouth. His calm tone stayed the same as he spoke before; never falling into Lumus's usually playful one.

"[b] Wha-?! [/b]" Nomad yelled before his hand was covered by a black hand.

"Indoor voices. Who knows who else is listening."

Nomad knocked the hand away with a growl.

"What the Hell, Lumus?!" This time he spoke in a more hushed tone.

"You asked for help, so I did."

"I wasn't expecting this."

"That's you fault, honesty. What did you think I would do? Surf the web for clues?"

Nomad closed his eyes and rubbed the space in between.

"Fine. Whatever." He grunted while still coming to terms with the situation.

Opening his eyes again, he saw Simurgh's facial hair has grown out. Now it sat on his chest with the three bands tying it into three tips. His sideburns also changed to match his beard in both length and style. He recognized it as Lumus's signature style. The fact that he was now seeing it cleared any lingering doubt that the dranuki managed to get inside the bird.

"How?" Nomad asked now getting over how their meeting started.

"I just walked in." Lumus stated. "You know easily I can get into the pants of any guy I want."

Nomad groaned at the "joke". Definitely Lumus.

"Why him? I'm sure there are many other people you could 'be with' that are less dangerous."

"I figured what a better place than the top?"

"Fine, but why drag me here?"

"Well, unfortunately, I hit a snag. I have no idea what you are looking for." He almost sounded embarrassed, but his tone stayed the same. "That's why I had you come. I figured you could spy on my meetings today; you're surely to get [i]something[/i] useful."

Nomad wanted to chastise him, but he was probably right. Lumus probably forgot what the investigation was about as soon as he left. Brain too busy on all the bodies he could wear.

"Fine. Please tell me you've at least thought of where I'll be all day."

"Of course."

With the same walk as before, Lumus walked to the desk at the far end of the room. Still keeping Simurgh's persona up, no one would know something was wrong unless they knew his word choice. He sat down in the chair but push himself away from the desk while gesturing below it.

"Right here! No better spot than in the middle, right?"

This felt like a trap. No. This was a trap, but for what reason? As far as he knows they were friends. But his other choice would be facing a building filled of armed men. Under the desk was the best option.

He begrudgingly crawled under the desk. Admittingly it was roomier than he expected but he still had to bend over while on his knees.

"So, how are [i]you[/i] going to pull this off? You can act like him, but you don't know enough to do business as him without screwing something up."

"Which is why I won't."

<What nonsensical plan is this?>

"Simurgh will handle all that stuff. We'll just watch."

"I'm pretty sure he would notice me under his desk."

"I got that covered. Complete control over my hosts, remember?"

Nomad let out another groan. <This will end terribly.>

"Oh! Before I forget!"

Lumus undid Simurgh's belt and unzipped his pants letting his thick shaft free and shifted so his balls followed.

<There is is.> Nomad thought. He wasn't surprised given what Lumus normally does inside someone. He was really more annoyed if anything. He just stared at the bird.

"For if you get bored." Lumus smirked before suddenly shifting to a more serious expression.

<Guess I'm alone now...> Nomad thought.

He was alone. His back-up was hiding inside the man in front of him, unable to even acknowledge him.

All he could really do is wait.

He heard the occasional rustle of papers above, typings on the keyboard, the occasional visitor. Nothing of use came from it.

Before long the smell was getting to him again. Now he could confirm that [s]delicious[/s] odor from before was coming from Simurgh himself. He didn't know if it was pure boredom or the dranuki's "buffs" to Simurgh, but he's own need started making itself known.

Simurgh's shaft sat before him, patiently.

Nomad took the whole thing inside his mouth. Despite its shear girth he managed to avoid his fangs.