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Okay, yay, I got reviews! And for those who had to suffer through all those typos, so sorry, I swear I know grammar... but I... don't know what happened... DX

I will proofread this chapter, though, so hopefully the grammar damage will be minimal.

Enough of me, story time!

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Bite the Bullet

Chapter 2

Eyes drifted open slowly as the sight of an upside down dresser shocked Roger awake. He had fallen asleep with his head hanging over the side of the bed. Once he shot up, blood rushed from his head and caused him to blackout for a moment, sick with dizziness. Holding a paw up to his forehead, he waited out the spell before getting up. As his vison came back, and the room stopped spinning, Roger noticed something was missing. "Kev?" Roger whispered as he looked around the room, not seeing the cat.

As his paws hit the floor, he noticed that the cat's clothes were also gone. "Maybe he's in the bathroom, or something..." Roger told himself as he made his way to the door, not bothering to cover his naked body up. Why bother when Kevin already knew what he looked like? As Roger looked out in the hall, he saw the bathroom door open with the light off. He turned his head and saw the rest of the apartment was still dark. Kevin had left. "Hope he at least got a taxi." Roger said to himself as he closed his bedroom door.

Looking down at himself, he saw the tattered shirt that he still had clinging to his muscled body. Laughing to himself, he walked over towards the dresser to fish out a new shirt. As his eyes looked at the ground, he saw his bottom, corner drawer open, and the picture that was hiding inside on the floor. "Oh, hell..." Roger's voice sighed as he now noticed that the pictures he had face down were back up again. Knowing now why Kevin had left, Roger hurried as he got dressed. The clock in his room said is was just a little past ten in the morning, and having no idea when the cat left or where he lived, Roger knew of only one place to go.

Kevin sighed as he placed his phone back on the base. He had made it to his apartment before the sun broke over the horizon. He had only awoken with the intention of going to work, but he decided to call in sick. They would be opening for breakfast pretty soon, so he didn't want to let them think he was coming in. His shoulder ached dully as he let his mind wander from work to Roger. It was stupid, really, worrying so much over a man he hardly knew. So he was married, what of it? At least he found it out before he allowed himself to grow anymore attached.

Last night he had been upset about the fact that he was probably a cheap squeeze. Now, however, he was more pissed off about the fact that his entire life was altered because of one man. Before, Kevin would have easily called himself a completely straight cat. He did take the occasional glance at other guys, but what did that mean? Women looked at other women all the time, and they were not lesbians, so why couldn't a man check out another male? No, Kevin knew, even before Roger had done anything, that he was looking at him differently. Roger was special. The way his ass filled his jeans so perfectly, the way his tail swished as he walked, everything. No other man had bought him flowers before, either. Perhaps it was the simple gift, or the shot to his shoulder that changed his mind about his sexuality. Whichever it was, all Kevin knew at that point was that women were no longer the only thing on his menu.

Kevin left his apartment's small kitchen and made his way to the slightly larger living room. He did not turn on the tv, but only flopped on the couch in front of it. His eyes glanced up at a clock hanging just above the television, its minute hand just resting on the 6 as the time reached 10:30 A.M. He couldn't help but zone out as he watched the second hand tick around in a circle. Without work there was really nothing to do but sit and waste time.

He had let his mind wander, and soon found himself jolted back to reality with a sharp knocking at his door. It was close to 11:00 A.M. now, so he knew he really did take a mental trip off somewhere. Kevin didn't know who could have been at the door. Terri knew where he lived, but why would it be her? She was on her shift now, anyway, so she was out of the question entirely. As Kevin reached the door, he peaked through the peephole to see who it was. "Roger..." Kevin hissed to himself, not wanting his voice to be heard by the dog's trained ears.

With much hesitation, Kevin slowly unlocked his door but left the door chain connected so the door couldn't be opened too far. The door creaked open as Kevin looked out into the hall, his gaze soon meeting with the cop's. "Roger, what the hell do you want?" Kevin's voice was laced with an angry thickness. Once his words reached Roger's ears, they couldn't help but limp down under their weight.

"Kevin, I know what you are thinking." Roger's voice was soft. "Those pictures you saw..." Roger tried to snake his arm through the door as he spoke. Kevin only moved away from the paw as it came closer.

"Those pictures I saw showed me what you really think of me!" Kevin did his best to compose himself. He had already given enough of himself to the German Shepherd, there was no point in giving more by crying. "I don't know who you think you are! Walking in and shooting me, and then..." Kevin's voice stopped as he refused to speak the rest of his sentence.

"Please, Kevin... Give me a second to explain..." Roger's worst fears were answered. He didn't want Kevin to mistake himself for a quick fix, he was anything but that. "Just..."

"No! I gave you a second to explain when I felt your paw rub my thigh for the first time." Kevin came back to look directly at the cop. "And look what happened!"

"Just let me tell you, Kevin, about those pictures." Roger's voice was sincere as he spoke. "Those pictures are of my son and..."

"Why are you trying to explain, Roger! I know that the kid in those photos is your son, and that the woman... is your." Kevin cut off Roger but he was then cut off himself.

"Ex-wife. She is my ex-wife, Kevin." Roger said, the words drilling into Kevin's brain slowly. "I'm not married. We broke up a few years ago. I was not looking for a whore, Kevin. If I wanted something quick, I would have used my paw." Roger could see Kevin relax, and then move behind the door so he was out of sight. "Kevin, please..."

"Then, why did you hide them?" Kevin rested against a wall next to the door as he waited for the cop to answer.

"I hid them, because I knew that you would react like this."

All was quite between them as Kevin let Roger's words sink in. He overreacted. He went and made a fool out of himself by assuming something that wasn't true. A weight was lifted from his shoulders as he lightly pushed the door closed and unlocked the chain. Then he opened it again and stood before the police dog. "I feel like an ass." Kevin laughed as he cut through the silence.

Roger entered the cat's apartment slowly. "I would have acted the same way, kid." Kevin shut the door behind the cop once he entered his apartment. "I guess you know how old I am, eh?" Roger spoke softly, afraid that Kevin would just turn him down again for being a fossil.

"Yeah, 31, right?" Kevin asked, and saw the cop nod his head. The tan fur around his face seeming to grow dark with a blush. "I don't guess I care much about that." Kevin kept his distance from the dog as he still felt a slight uneasiness between them. "I always wanted someone a little older than me."

"And nine years isn't too much? Damn, I must have charmed ya for ya not to care about that much of a difference." Roger smiled as Kevin huffed a small laugh. He was the first to move, walking closer to the feline that stood a few inches taller. "Are we alright now, Kev?"

Kevin felt a paw rest timidly on his free forearm. He honestly didn't know whether they were alright. He felt like he could still jump out a window because he was so embarrassed. Roger, though, he didn't seem to care about how he had acted before. Kevin wasn't sure if he should let things continue, but he knew he wanted to. "Yeah, Roger. I think we're better now." Kevin's free paw found its way around the other male's body as he held him in a deep hug.

Roger hugged back as he felt the cat touch him. "Why aren't you at work? I went over there to see if I could find you..." Roger pulled out of the hug after a minute. Kevin simply nodded his head over to his injured shoulder.

"My shoulder hurts a little today, so I called in for a day off." Kevin showed Roger into his apartment as he explained himself. Roger let his eyes wander over the living area. Kevin, though he might have seemed like a clean, orderly kind of guy was actually more of a slovenly cat. Some trash littered the floor, and a stray plate lay here and there. It wasn't too bad for a male of his age who lived alone, but it was still a bit more unkempt than Roger might have wanted. "I was wondering how you found me here. Thought you were stalking me for a second." Kevin joked as he brought Roger into his kitchen.

"Oh, no. It's not in my department to track and spy on people." Roger laughed at the cat, leaning against a counter as Kevin reached up to pull a glass out of a cabinet. "I just asked your little waitress friend if she knew where you lived. I assumed she did since she was at the hospital with you."

Kevin bent his head forward as he heard that Terri had given out his location. He would have to warn her about that later, but he understood why she did it. Roger was a cop after all, how would she know that they were in each other's lives now. "Yeah, she's Terri. She comes over here a lot. I used to go to her college." Kevin toyed with the empty glass in his paw before turning it over to Roger. "Drink?"

"Sure, I'll take whatever." Roger answered, pushing off the counter as Kevin walked towards the fridge. "Used to go to her college? What, do you go to a new one now?" Roger asked, knowing the answer before Kevin could even reply.

Kevin grabbed a jug of milk and poured it in the glass as he heard Roger's question. "No, I dropped out of college a year ago. Wasn't working for me, you know?" Kevin then popped the top back on the milk as he closed the fridge door and handed the cop his drink. "Hope milk is cool, it's too early for beer." Kevin looked into Roger's eyes as he grabbed the glass. He knew what the cop was thinking. Why did he quit? "I quit because I couldn't afford it. Plus, I had no clear direction, I still don't. I have no idea what I want to do."

"Still, maybe you could figure it out if you went back. You can't be a waiter at some little restaurant forever, Kevin." Roger told the cat, putting the glass on a counter as he leaned against it again. "I don't want to sound like your parents here, but... you should really consider going back."

"Yeah, my parents tell me that a lot. I do consider it, often actually. It's just I don't have the kind of funding to go hopping back without a problem." Kevin said as he hit his tail against his leg a few times. He would much rather talk about Roger's family than his failed college attempt.

"You know..." Roger let the words slip out softly as he edged his way over towards Kevin, pressing him up against the fridge. Roger let his large paws roam down the cat's sides as he pressed his body against him. "If money is such an issue, I could help you out."

Kevin's ears twitched at what they had just heard. Why would Roger do that? Things seemed to be moving really fast all of the sudden. "Wait, you would help me pay for college? Roger... no..." Kevin put his paws over Roger's as they rested on his hips, his nails digging into the dog's flesh as he forced the paws to stop moving. "You are not going to pay for me, Roger." Kevin tried to push Roger away, but couldn't.

Roger freed one of his paws from the cat's grip and ran it back up his side. "Why? I want to help." Roger couldn't understand why anyone would pass up such a deal. College was indeed expensive, so the reasons for turning down a free ride were few.

"Roger, I don't want this to be like a rescue case. I don't want to be some helpless dumbass who can't support himself and has to depend on someone else. I've been living fine without school so far. I don't want to use you, Roger." Kevin let his paws cup the German Shepherd's face as he brought his muzzle down to meet the other male's. "But, really... you should understand why. Maybe women can't comprehend why I wouldn't want you to do this, but you... I mean, since you're a guy, you know why I can't..." Kevin wasn't sure if had made any sense. He let his head fall as Roger's hands stopped their movements.

"It's an ego thing, isn't it?" Roger knew where Kevin was coming from. Kevin nodded his head sheepishly. Roger just rolled his eyes as he looked up at the young feline. "Alright, fine. I'll drop it for now." Roger ended the conversation as he moved away a few inches from Kevin. "I guess I'll tell you some more about my son."

Kevin's ears perked up as he heard Roger backing off, and then mention his son. "Sure, I'd love to hear some about him." Kevin led Roger into his small living room, the dog grabbing his half full glass of milk before leaving the kitchen.

The two sat on Kevin's couch, on opposite ends. Roger held his glass in his paws as he looked over at Kevin, who watched him in wait. "So, my son's name is Kenny. He means everything to me." Roger said, taking a sip of milk after his last word. "He's about seven and a half right now, and I have to say he is a strong little guy." Roger licked his lips clean as he finished speaking.

"Kenny? He's cute, from what I remember seeing back at your place." Kevin mentioned as he watched Roger fiddle with his glass nervously. He must not like talking about his family. Kevin couldn't blame him, he knew he'd feel amazingly embarrassed to be divorced.

"My ex, her name is Tina. It's not that our relationship was so bad that we had to split up, but that Tina knew something was up with me." Kevin watched Roger closely as he spoke, not wanting to miss a single wrinkle that formed on the cop's forehead as he told his story. "We stopped having sex, and for a rather young couple like us, that was an obvious sign of a problem. I had secretly been hiding the fact that I stole chance glances at guys as they passed by, and lied to myself that I didn't want to just throw some guys to the ground and take them harder than I ever wanted Tina. But Tina, she knew me better than I knew myself."

Kevin found himself sliding closer to Roger as he talked. It's not that Roger needed to be comforted, he held his composure perfectly, but Kevin just felt that he ought to. "We peacefully undid the marriage and now we live our own lives. We are both single, still. It's been a little game of ours to see how gets with someone before the other..." Roger laughed as he looked over to Kevin, who was now right next to him. "I hope I won." Roger might have gone out on a limb, but he was sure Kevin would take it the right way. When he felt a paw cup his face again, and then lips cover his, he knew Tina had lost.

"I'll stay with you, but just know that I am still new to all this..." Kevin told the cop as he let his paw fall from his face. "So... about last night..." Kevin's tone changed as his eyebrows arched. "Me touching that gun of your's sure did get your blood flowing." Kevin let his body settle in next to Roger's, feeling the thick arm of the police officer wrap around his shoulders.

"Hey, even I have kinks." Roger played as he scratched Kevin's arm. "But if you went through all my drawers, then maybe you already know that." Roger referred to the leather jockstraps that he hid in one of his drawers.

"Yeah, I saw some interesting things, alright." Kevin smiled as he let his fingers walk across Roger's tight thigh. "We've all got kinks, I guess I kind of like the gun thing, too."

"So... tell me some things about you." Roger spoke up as he watched the cat tiptoe his fingers over his leg.

"Well, I've got no kids or ex-wives." Kevin's paw rested flat on Roger's leg now, drumming his fingers up and down. "I don't have any brothers or sisters, either. I'm kind of boring..." Kevin didn't know what else to say. It was always better for him to listen than to talk.

"No brothers or sisters? Aw, man... that sounds kind of lonely." Roger sympathized, nudging the cat a little. "I've got two of each, I'm the middle kid."

"Your parents had five kids? Wow. Now that you say that, I do see how being an only child can be a bit sad."

"Changing the subject... have you really never done anything with another guy? This is coming out of nowhere, I know, but... I just kinda wanna know." Roger cleared his throat as he looked at Kevin.

"Well, once when I was maybe 14, I was dared to kiss my best friend. But as far as what we did last night, no, I had no idea what I was doing. So, sorry if I wasn't all that great." Kevin hoped that Roger wasn't getting at what he thought he was, that he was bad in bed. His paw shied away from Roger for a moment as he waited for the dog to talk.

"I just had to ask, because you surprised me. I was expecting you to be fumbling around all over the place, but you seemed to take to it pretty fast." Roger saw Kevin blush. If that wasn't a nice ego booster, nothing was. "I've never been on the bottom before, actually. You may have made a submissive guy out of me."

What Roger said was exactly what Kevin wanted to hear. Kevin let his body squeeze closer to the dog, and his paw made its way back to his thigh. "You mean, you normally like to be on top?" Kevin was worried. He knew deep down that if he and Roger stayed together, Roger would eventually want to be the one in charge. That meant that Kevin would have to be the one to lift up his tail and, quite literally, take it like a man. Kevin might have been hesitant to have the cop stuff his hefty package into his ass, but what fears he had faded away when he looked at his mate. "I didn't mean to make you do something you didn't want to, I mean... I thought you wanted me to." Kevin spoke nervously.

"No, I couldn't have cared less. In fact, the second I felt you shove your fingers into me, I wanted to be the one to take it more than ever before." Roger said as he began to feel his jeans tighten. All the talking about last night caused his blood to flow fast, and if he wasn't careful, they would be going at it again.

"If you want..." Kevin purred as he slid his paw into Roger's lap, and then kneading the hardening mound that swelled under his pants. "I'll let you be on top."

Roger watched the paw on his crotch. He tried to listen to what the cat was saying, but his mind could only concentrate on so much. His heart race quickened, and his legs grew hot. Primal instincts kicked in, telling him he needed to spread his legs and let his lap free. He was pinned to the side of the couch by Kevin's body, however, so his legs were forced to stay together. In his dazed state, he only caught the last thing Kevin said. "On top? Are you sure?" Roger, by no means, wanted Kevin to think he had to give himself up so quickly. The cop was no fool, he knew he was way too large for Kevin to try and fit inside himself for his first time.

"Yeah, I want to see what it's like, you know... being the girl." Kevin laughed at his almost juvenile statement, but Roger laughed back and settled his mind.

"Kev, I might be a bit too big. No ego-trip intended." Roger suddenly felt like he was in a cheap porno. Who actually said they worried that they were too big? Quickly, he saved the moment. "I'll go slow, though, if you want."

"Slow would be good." Kevin said as he slipped out of Roger's grip. Once again, Kevin undid his sling and threw it to the side. He had taken painkillers earlier, so his shoulder was calming down.

Roger watched as Kevin's fingers fiddled nervously with the zipper of his pants. He let his head tilt back in anticipation, and then shoot forward as he heard his phone ring inside of his pocket. "Damn." Roger cursed, digging the phone out and putting it up to his ear. "Yeah!" His voice was obviously upset. Seconds away from getting head and his phone had to ring. "Chief?" Roger said as he got up from the couch. Kevin wiped some drool off of his mouth as he watched his breakfast walking away. "Right, got it. No, I can get there in no time... Alright, I'm coming." Roger turned his phone off and walked back over to Kevin, who stood next to the couch. "They need backup over at the bank. From the way it sounded, things are pretty... hairy." Roger said the last word with a sigh.

Kevin walked Roger over to the door. They stopped for a moment on the way, Roger looking into Kevin's eyes. "If things turn out good, I'll be back over here later?" Roger said, asking if it was alright.

"Things will turn out good, and yeah, you can come over later." Kevin patted Roger's arm as they walked the rest of the way to the door. As Kevin opened the door, Roger hovered close to him for a second. Kevin did not understand until Roger came closer, and only then did he bend down and lock lips with the buff cop. Roger lingered there for a minute after pulling his mouth away from Kevin's. He remembered kissing his wife goodbye like that. Every time they were in the middle of dinner, or out at the movies, and his work forced them to part ways. She never seemed to mind though, and he could only hope Kevin wouldn't mind either. "Can I get your number, so I can warn ya when I'm comin'?"

"Right." Kevin went back in the apartment and scribbled his number down on a napkin, then gave it to the German Shepherd. The cop stuffed the number into the back pocket of his jeans and was off. Kevin felt a little tingle run throughout his body. Did Roger's exwife feel this whenever she watched him leave for work? The worry? It's no place for anyone to be, working around so many guns and lunatics. The cat just shook the feelings away as he went back into his apartment, locking the door behind him.

It wasn't until later that night that Kevin was sitting in the kitchen, sipping on some heavily creamed coffee, when he heard the phone ring. He smiled as he got up and walked over to the phone. "Hey," was all he said as he answered the phone. He was, however, embarrassed to hear another voice.

"Hello? Is... this Kevin?" A female's voice could be heard on the other line, deep and rough. If Kevin didn't know better, he would have thought she was a man.

"Oh! Yes it is." Kevin slapped his forehead and blushed at himself. That's when he heard the relieved sigh come out of the woman on the other side.

"Great! I always hate calling numbers that I don't know." The woman spoke a little more lively. Kevin just listened, completely confused, and not knowing who this woman was or what she wanted. "Hi, I'm Tina." Kevin felt a rush of blood leave his head. Tina? Roger's Tina? His mind was stumbling around itself. What did SHE want? Did she want to ask him about what his number was doing in the ass pocket of Roger's jeans? Or... "I'm calling from the hospital..."

Kevin's eyes bulged, and his throat went dry. The hospital... the second reason he thought of that would make Tina call. "What? What happened?" Kevin's voice was quick with fear. It would be his luck to find someone so perfect, who changed his life in more ways than he would have liked, and have him just up and die so randomly.

"It's Roger. He was shot earlier today." Tina said softly. Kevin walked over to the small table in the kitchen and sat down, his coffee rippling as his arms slammed heavily on the top. "He's fine now, but he did need surgery to remove some bullets..." Some bullets? He was shot more than once? "... and to fix some internal injuries. He just woke up, and asked for me to call you. I think..." Kevin's mind wandered again. Roger was alive, even after taking more than one shot. He was strong, stronger than Kevin could have imagined. Now, more than ever, Kevin wanted to bed the sexy cop and have him all for himself. "... he would like to see you. Can you get over here alright?"

Kevin was able to pick up what Tina said. "Yes, of course. I'm coming right now. I have to take a taxi, so I might be a few minutes later than if I drove myself." Kevin told Tina, and then hung up as soon as she said goodbye. He looked at the clock before he left. It was almost eight.

He managed to find a taxi with little effort, and got to the hospital in a matter of minutes. Paying the cab driver and then running in, Kevin found the front desk. He asked a nurse about Roger, and as she was about to look up his information, a woman stood up from a nearby sitting area and walked over to Kevin's side. "Are you Kevin?" Kevin looked at her and knew instantly she was Tina. She looked just like she did in the photo on Roger's dresser.

"Yeah, I got here as fast as I could." Kevin told her, following her as she began to show him the way to Roger's room.

"Roger asked me to come down and wait for you." Her voice sounded different in person. She sounded like a man on the phone, and up close she still sounded deep, but defiantly more feminine. "He's up a few stories. We have to take the elevator."

"So... what happened?" Kevin asked after she finished talking. They came up to an elevator and Tina pushed the button, calling it down.

"There was something going down at the bank. A big robbery. Must have been five hooded guys there, and even more hostages..." Tina spoke like she knew how to tell people these sort of things. She was Roger's wife, so she probably did have to tell a lot of stories along the lines of the one she was telling now. "Roger got there just in time to see the guns go off. He was lucky... three other officers died. The robbers didn't go out without a fight. Four were killed, and one was restrained. I'd hate to be the one that was caught right about now."

Kevin's gaze fell to the floor. He felt sick, hearing Tina describe what all had happened. Roger really was lucky. There had been so much death, and Roger could have easily of been one more body in the morgue. The ding of the elevator reaching their level snapped Kevin out of his daze, and he stepped in the small box along with Tina. She pushed a number on the keypad, the seventh floor.

"So..." She whispered to Kevin as she scooted closer over to the tall Cougar. "...you a friend of Roger's, or..." Kevin had a feeling he knew where she was hinting at.

"Yeah, we're friends. We just met not too long ago, actually." Kevin blushed as he looked away. Somehow she knew about him and Roger. Roger did say she knew him better than he knew himself, so maybe she just had a certain feeling about people.

"He seemed rather frantic when he asked me to call you, so I just figured..." The elevator dinged as it reached each level. "How did it happen? I mean, how did you two meet." Tina ran her fingers through her brown hair. Kevin looked closely at her for the first time that night. Her hair was long, and light brown, same as in the picture. The only thing he saw that he didn't see in the picture was that Tina was tall, probably taller than Roger.

"It's a long story." Kevin looked away from her again. "I work at Ted's, I'm a waiter there. Well... he happened to be there one day when a robber pulled out a gun and had me at gunpoint." Kevin's shoulder ached as he remembered that day. "He shot at the robber, but missed. Nailed me right in the shoulder." Tina hissed as she felt Kevin's pain. She seemed nice, so Kevin didn't mind telling her more. "But he got him, and we've been hanging out ever since." Kevin left out all the mushy stuff, and after he finished talking the elevator reached their floor.

"Roger's a good guy. I can't believe he shot you, though." Tina chuckled as she led Kevin down a few halls. "Now.." Tina started before she opened the door to Roger's room. "...he doesn't look as good as he normally does. He's kind of tired, as you can imagine. It really is amazing that he is awake so soon after surgery." Kevin nodded his head as Tina turned the doorhandle.

Kevin entered the room, and Tina shut the door behind him. His eyes rested instantly on the bed. Roger looked over at him and smiled. "Geez, Rog..." Kevin let out as he walked over to the side of the bed.

"I see Tina showed you up. Glad to see ya." Roger spoke weakly. They most likely had him on some drugs. Kevin sat on the edge of the bed, and let a paw rub lightly against one of Roger's arms. "Sorry I couldn't make it." Roger still smiled.

"Thank God you are alright, Roger." Kevin said as he bent down and kissed the cop on the lips.

"Heh, nothing I can't handle." Roger said before pulling the cat back into another kiss, this time with tongue.

Tina stood outside the door and smiled to herself as she listened to the two talk inside the room. Then she reached in her pocket and pulled out a box of cigarettes, taking out a stick and putting it to her lips. She walked down the hall and into a small room to smoke.

Kevin sat on Roger's bed for at least an hour. Neither of them said a word, but Kevin did pull back the covers to examine all the wounds the cop had received. It was a shame to see bandages wrapped around his muscled body. "Bastard got me three times. Cheap shot, I say." Roger watched the cat's paws wander over his body. "Best thing about all this is I don't have to work and I still get paid." One of Roger's large paws rested on top of one of Kevin's. "But, I also need someone to help me out for a bit. At least until I can change my own bandages..." Roger looked pleadingly up at Kevin, and smiled when Kevin smiled back. "Tina wants to do it, but I told her that she doesn't have to. She has enough on her plate, what with being a single mom and all."

"Where is Kenny, by the way?" Kevin asked as he let Roger grab his paws and play with his fingers.

"With a babysitter. He does not need to see his dad like this." Kevin understood.

Just then, someone knocked at the door and Tina walked in. She said she had to leave as she came over to the bed. She and Roger hugged, and then she nodded to Kevin as she left. Not soon after she left, a nurse came in and said visitor hours were over. As Kevin stood up from the bed, Roger grabbed his arm and pulled him down. After one last kiss, Kevin left the room and talked with the nurse. She said Roger would have to stay at the hospital for the rest of the night, obviously, but if all went well he could go back home by as early as tomorrow.

Indeed, the next day while at work, Roger came into the diner to show Kevin he was on his feet. Kevin was surprised at first, but when he saw that Tina was outside in the car waiting, and that Roger still couldn't walk all that well, he knew Roger was just lucky to be out. They didn't talk for long. Roger just came in to tell Kevin he was out, and that he wanted him to come over after work.

Kevin got Terri to drive him over to Roger's apartment after work. He knocked on the door, and Roger made his way over to it within a minute. The cop let him in and wobbled his way back to the couch where he had been sitting before. Kevin helped him sit down as he heard the male moan in pain. "Only hurts when I sit down or get up. Walking is no big deal." Roger said as Kevin sat down with him. Roger wasn't wearing a shirt, so Kevin could get a good look at where he had been hit. The wounds were on his abdomen, so the bandages covered his stomach, but left his chest bare. "You know, I'm not so hurt that we can't start where we left off." Roger said as he pulled Kevin closer.

Kevin didn't want to say that he was thinking the same thing, but as soon as he got the push from Roger, he went on ahead. His paws slipped from Roger's wrapped up torso to his hot bulge. Roger was wearing nothing more than a pair of house shorts, so Kevin could easily feel the dog's cock as it began to fill up inside of his sheath. "Get the lube outta my room. Should be where you left it the other night." Roger said to the cat, and watched him hurriedly scamper off to his room.

Once he came back, Kevin threw the bottle next to Roger and continued on with feeling the cop up. Roger growled when he felt Kevin slip the elastic waistband of his shorts down past his erection. There was something incredibly erotic about seeing the wounded and bandaged cop sitting practically helpless on the couch with his large dick sticking out of its sheath, begging for contact. Kevin's paws pulled the shorts down farther, Roger having to lift up slightly for them to come off.

The second Kevin let his eyes rest on the soft, pink skin of Roger's engorged prick, his mouth watered and his paws shook with need. "Kev, don't get too crazy, alright? My stomach is still hurtin'." Roger warned Kevin before giving him the go ahead, which consisted of spreading his knees farther. Kevin couldn't hold back his excitement any longer. In a second, the whole of Roger's heavy package was shoved down his throat. Kevin controlled his gag reflex as he did his best to take it deeper than ever before. "Ah, Kev, if you want me to fuck you for longer than a few seconds, I recommend not... blowin' me too much." Roger did his best to verbally pull the cat from his cock. He could already feel his seed bubbling up inside of his balls, so he knew if he didn't say something the cat would milk him too soon.

With a pop, Kevin took the thick meat from his mouth. Roger's head fell back for a second as his dick jumped, begging for more. He grabbed the lube and squeezed a safe amount of the clear gel into his paw. Kevin stood up as he watched Roger's experienced paws lather himself down. One of the cop's paws grabbed his shaft around the base, and the other motioned for Kevin to come on. The cat's tail wagged back and forth nervously as he let his legs rest on either side of Roger.

"Ok, kid. There's two ways we can do this, slow or fast?" Roger let a paw raise up to Kevin's face. He watched as the feline bit his bottom lip and felt him grip his shoulder with his paws. As Kevin's head tilted back an inch, he let his weight fall down onto the cop's bone. Kevin's muscles screamed with protest, giving the cat a burning fire inside of his ass as the muscles tried to force the hard intrusion out. Roger's paws shot down to Kevin's hips as he was overcome with sensations like nothing he had ever felt. He had fucked before, but not like this. Kevin wasn't loose like all the others Roger had been with. The cat was pure, never been touched like that, and Roger loved that he was the first to pierce him.

"Ffffffffffffff...." Kevin hissed deeply, the pain in his ass obviously quite severe. "..uuucckkk...." Kevin took a deep breath as he forced the last of Roger's cock inside. No way he was going to quit this, so the only way to take things was all at once. The pain might have been a bitch, but Kevin knew that going slow would have only made it hurt longer. Already the fire was starting to die out, and he was beginning to enjoy the feeling of being filled. The cat let his body lift slowly, and then lower back over the dog's cock.

Now that the curses of pain had been replaced by groans of pleasure, Roger let his forehead rest on the cat's. They breathed in each other's breath as they held onto themselves. Kevin's pace was quickened now, and Roger's hips bucked up each time the younger male came down. With the pain gone, and the pleasure of having Roger's cock slam at his prostate, Kevin had to work hard to keep his body up. Kevin's member rubbed against Roger's stomach as he gyrated on top of the cop's cock. Even though the contact was minimal, it was all that was needed to get Kevin's blood surging faster through his veins. If he wanted to last longer, he knew he'd have to move, unless he would cream all over the poor cop's wounds.

Roger groaned, disturbed by the young male's movements. The cat pulled himself off of the hot probe that he had so eagerly been riding seconds before. "Baby?" Roger asked drunkenly, looking down at his red, practically steaming erection. If Kevin didn't get back on soon, he would have to make him. "Just let me find a better position, one that won't make me wanna come so bad..." Kevin told the fur on the couch, his horny head trying to think of a new position he could get into. "Pull me up." Roger then demanded as he watched the cat. He was taking too long.

"I don't want to hurt you..." Kevin said as he grabbed Roger's large paw in his own. He pulled hard, getting the cop to his feet. Roger then walked behind the smaller male and let his paws rest on his back. "Lean over the couch." Roger had the idea in his head since they walked through his door. He was dying to see the cat bending over the couch, his tail wagging as he awaited the muscular male to drive himself deep into his bowels.

Kevin let his knees rest on the cushions of the couch as his elbows sat on top of the back. No sooner had he spread his legs when he felt Roger greedily fingering his hole. Caught off guard, Kevin groaned at the intrusion, his cock jumping back to life. His claws clutched at the fabric of the couch. He could feel Roger's finger being buried all the way to last knuckle. Kevin paid attention to the detail of the finger, the bulging joint of the last knuckle opening him more as it slid inside. He could feel it going deeper, clearly Roger wanted more as he shoved the whole digit inside. Kevin purred, his fur seeming to stand up with lust.

The sounds of Roger using his other hand on himself could be heard, Kevin looking over his shoulder so that he could watch. His eyes watched as the large hand rubbed over the silken length of doggy cock. Roger made sure to cover every inch of himself with each swipe, all the way for the tip to the large knot that had slipped out of his sheath. Kevin saw Roger watching him, as well. Teasingly, the cat let his tongue slip out from his mussel as he licked his lips. He was rewarded with a hard thrust of Roger's fingers. Kevin scratched the couch as he poked his rear up more, signaling that he was ready for the real thing.

Roger wasted no time. He let his thick finger slip out from the cat and then guided the tip of his pink cock to Kevin's hole. Kevin purred louder as he felt his muscles being spread wide once again. The intrusion wasn't as harsh this time. There was only a slight bit of muscle tension that Roger had to tear through in order to get his whole self inside. He let his knot stay outside, no way was Kevin ready for it. Other than that, though, he was rather ruthless. His ears perked every time he heard Kevin moan or hiss as he pulled himself out and pushed back in. His movements became more fevered as Kevin's groans and grunts became louder and more desperate. Before too long, Kevin found himself tied to the other male. Roger had his paws firmly clamped around the cat's waist as he pulled him back onto his cock with each of his thrusts. He could feel his stomach aching, but he ignored it. Things were too perfect to worry about a little thing like pain.

Roger's body soon became damp with perspiration as his whole body was tense. His arms bulged with muscles as he held hard onto Kevin, and slammed him even harder back onto his crotch. His brow was furrowed as he concentrated on fucking Kevin to the best of his abilities. Judging by the sounds the cat was giving off, he was doing reasonably well.

By now, Kevin had to bite down on the couch to keep the noise level down. He had never imagined Roger to be this kind of lover. So rough and bestial. On one hand, it scared his. With the cop's paws holding onto him, he probably couldn't get away from him if he wanted to. On the other hand, however, Kevin loved the power that Roger had over him. Roger could crush him if he wanted to, but the roughest he would ever be was how he was being right then. Kevin basked in the pain that Roger's hard thrusts gave him. The sight of the sweaty German Shepherd behind him, mindlessly grinding himself into his ass, was more than enough of a reward for the slight discomfort.

Roger felt his stomach pinch at him again. If he had his mind, he might have considered looking down to see what was causing it. He pushed past it. Kevin was hot, horny, and the perfect fit for Roger's raging hard-on. There was no way, no matter what, Roger was going to stop until they both came.

Kevin bit down harder on the couch as he felt Roger grip onto him harder. The dog's claws stabbed heavily at his flesh, most likely breaking through the skin. Kevin couldn't protest, however, being so tangled up in the throes of lust kept him completely submissive.

Roger wished he could force his knot inside the hot tunnel of Kevin's body. He wanted to feel the wet pressure cushing down on it, demanding he drop his load. Kevin was too new for that, though. If Roger wasn't afraid of hurting the younger male, then he would have slammed it in at the beginning. He had to swallow his desires, for Kevin's sake. Roger let his tongue rest idly out of his maw as he watched the cat move a paw under his body. Once the cat began to fondle himself, Roger could feel the effects ripple through his muscles. The pleasure he gave himself made all the muscles around Roger's swollen prick flex. Roger could feel drool forming on the tip of his tongue as he closed his eyes, wallowing in the message Kevin's ass was giving him.

The couch creaked as Kevin's body was repeatedly shoved into it. Roger could feel his finish bubbling inside of his body, quickly making its way closer and closer to the end. He slowed down. Kevin noticed the change in speed and was actually grateful. Roger's hard thrusts had made his tailhole more than a slight bit raw. So, with the speed lowered, Kevin could relax and enjoy the feeling of every curve of the cop's cock as it slid past his ring.

From the second Kevin placed his paw over his own member, he felt the warming in his crotch of an oncoming orgasm. With Roger's cock shoved deep inside of him, pressing against his prostate, Kevin had to put much control into not letting his orgasm slip out. He wasn't going to come until Roger had. Judging by the dog's grunts and moans, and the slow, heavy thrusts, he was close. Kevin gripped his ass hard around Roger's dick. He wanted his to finish so he could let his own load out!

Roger's fur ruffled as waves of pleasure shot through his body. Kevin's muscles trying hard to milk him. If that was the way he wanted it, then Roger would go ahead and let it out. With no warning, Roger shoved his entire length back inside with one fluid motion. Kevin's face scrunched up and his maw opened wide as he felt the thickness go inside so quickly. Roger's pace picked up to a speed greater than before. If Kevin wanted him to come, then he was going to come.

Kevin's paw quickened as he felt a new lust grab hold of his body. One long, deep growl emanated deep from inside Roger's throat as he rode Kevin to his finish. His large paws moved from Kevin's waist down to his inner thighs, his arms reaching under the cat's body in order to do it. Roger was now laying on top of him, his bandaged stomach pressing against Kevin's back. He couldn't feel the pain that was surly there from putting his wound against the pressure. No, all his nerve endings were numb to any other feeling besides pleasure. He could feel his cock jolt inside of Kevin. Roger let his forehead press between Kevin's shoulder blades as he felt his orgasm ripple through his body. The force of the explosion was so great, that Roger was sure the cum would have reached over his head if he were pawing off.

Kevin gyrated his hips as he felt Roger's climax irrupt inside of his bowels. He could feel his own climax coming fast as he felt Roger continue to ride out his sexual buzz. Kevin's claws stabbed hard at the couch as he felt his own cock tense, and then spew out a long stream of cum. The pain in ass was gone, in fact, he could hardly feel Roger's cock inside of him. His orgasm did marvels in deadening his nerve endings. Kevin let his paw fall from his spent organ and rest over one of Roger's paws that were still holding on the inside of his thighs.

Roger lifted his head and smiled at the warm goo that was spread over his paw. Pushing himself up, he winced as he felt the pain in his belly. He ignored it still, bringing his paw up to his mouth to lick Kevin's cum off his fur. Reluctantly, he let his member fall out of Kevin and then stood there, waiting for Kevin to turn around.

"I made a mess on your couch. Sorry." Kevin said with a small smile.

"Nothing a wet rag or a wet tongue couldn't fix..." Roger said, hinting that he wanted to eat it off.

Kevin rolled out of the way as Roger bent forward to lick the seed off of the fabric. Kevin blushed and covered his eyes as he heard Roger's moans of satisfaction upon eating his cum. Then the sound of a painful hiss as Roger stood back up. Kevin looked as Roger's paw covered his bandaged stomach. Red was beginning to leak through, no doubt bleeding because of their strenuous activity.

"Roger, you're bleeding..." Kevin said as he got closer to the naked cop.

"Yeah, doc said not to do anything too physical..." Roger looked down at himself, watching as Kevin's worried paws rested over the bloody wrappings. "He only mentioned lifting heavy boxes as his examples, though."

"Heh, well... you have more things to dress it with, right?" Kevin asked as he stood up. "Cause I could clean you up. No way am I letting you stay like that." Kevin's lips wrinkled as he looked down at the blood. It was gross, to say the least.

"That would be nice. Yeah, I got some stuff in this little medi-kit they gave me..." Roger led Kevin into the bathroom, where Tina said she left all his stuff after dropping him off. "After that, do you mind if I take a little nap? I'm beat." Roger let out a huff to further explain his point. "And, you can stay if you want..."

"If you want me to, Roger, I'll stay." Kevin said as he felt Roger's arm wrap around his neck. He wanted to stay, and the idea of being able to watch over the injured cop made him feel like he wanted to stay with him forever.

Author's note

Alright, so that's the end of chapter two. Before anyone says it, I do think I rushed a bit at the end. I'm writing this story mainly as a test for my Furry abilities, as I mentioned in the first chapter. So, I hope everyone still likes it, I hope I've improved, and now that I feel a bit more comfortable writing Furry, you can expect a new story coming from me in the future. I've already got it planned in my head, I just need to sit down and type it on breaks off from school. And if you liked this story, then my next story you are bound to love. Trust me, even I am excited about it.

Until then,

DarkHabit