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Xavier glanced at his wristwatch as he took one sip from the glass of whiskey he was holding.

Slate was late. Which, iterations aside, was a very rare occurrence. The hyena had never been late, not a single time they'd hung out after the party in which they'd first known each other - and they had met a few times since then. It turned out Slate was a thoroughly punctual individual and had gone as far as getting angry at Xavier for arriving five minutes late.

It wasn't like the hyena's anger ever lasted for too long, anyway.

Xavier wasn't too surprised when he saw him enter the bar, practically fuming. As his friend sat by his side, the gator tried to hide a knowing smirk by hiding behind his glass and emptying its contents.

"Someone isn't very happy," he risked saying.

The hyena glared at him.

"Were you born a know-it-all or was it something you had to work at?"

Wow,_the gator thought. _It's worse than I thought.

"You're too harsh on yourself, Slate," Xavier said. "You arrived ten minutes late. So what? It's not a big issue. Really."

The hyena took a deep breath and turned to the counter.

"Well, it's still fucking infuriating. I don't like being late is all."

"So what happened?"

"The delivery guy rang my doorbell just when I was leaving. Then I lost my commute. Then, when I was still trying to get here on time, I ran across my aunt Maureen. And I had to stop and talk to her, obviously."

"Obviously."

"You don't know her. If I had walked past her without saying hello, she would have made Christmas Eve's dinner insufferable. As if it isn't insufferable enough already."

"But you're here now, aren't you?" the gator asked, raising an eyebrow. "And I'm not mad at you or anything like that, am I?"

Slate scoffed.

"Of course you're not. I'm the one doing the being mad bit. It's my thing."

Xavier chuckled softly.

"Oh, come on. Cheer up. It's Friday! Which means you've got plenty of time for yourself."

"Plenty of time to tidy up my place, you mean," Slate corrected him. "To do what I couldn't do during the week."

"You really are in a sour mood today," the gator observed. His gaze wandered over Slate for a few seconds and then he grinned - the kind of grin he knew made his friend all fuzzy, full of teeth and suggestive ideas. "Bet I can make you be all smiley in a matter of seconds."

Slate turned to look at him, his cheeks slightly red.

"W-what? No."

"You're saying I can't? Or that you wouldn't like it? In any case, both of us know you're lying."

The hyena held his gaze.

"Not in public, not like this," he said under his breath.

Xavier regarded him with interest. The first time he had tranced Slate, it had happened in front of a somewhat large crowd. When the hyena had realize what had happened to him, he'd been extremely aroused by the idea - even if he had acted aggressive after knowing how easily he'd been made to comply.

It was hard to know what Slate truly wanted, mostly because of all the obstacles the hyena placed in front of himself. Sometimes Xavier thought his friend enjoyed pretending he was against all the things he secretly loved, which made things harder for the gator. Gosh, I wish he was easier, he thought to himself.

Instead, he'd have to feel the ground before stepping any further.

"I don't need to put you in a deep trance just to make you smile," the gator whispered, getting a bit closer to his friend.

"Are you sure about that? It isn't easy to make me happy," the hyena replied stoically.

"Is that a challenge?" Xavier asked. It wasn't teasing, but a genuine question.

"It's a fact. Do with it as you wish."

"As I wish, you say?"

Slate opened his mouth, his cheeks turning a bit redder.

"You know what I mean."

"No, I don't." Xavier sighed. "You need to be clearer if you want to elicit any kind of reaction from me, Slate. I'm guessing you want me to make an advance, but I need to be sure. This isn't a party trick for which you've volunteered, you know."

"That's a low blow, even if it's true." The hyena remained silent for a few seconds. "Alright, then. Do your worst."

"Really?"

"Really. As long as it's not too obvious, I mean. I've had an awful day. I'm in a terrible mood. If you can improve it somehow, I'll be thank?"

But the hyena never managed to finish the sentence. Xavier pushed Slate's shoulder down and the hyena's body swayed briefly as it lost balance. Before Slate could complain or try to sit upright again, the gator's other hand grabbed his head and expertly pulled him closer to his chest. Then a single command was whispered into the hyena's ear:

"And sleep."

It worked like a charm. Slate's body decided to give up balance or strength completely and leaned on the gator's broad chest devoid of all tension or resistance. The hyena's eyes rolled up for a brief moment before his eyelids fluttered close, a deep sigh escaping his chest.

Xavier made sure the hyena would be at least a bit stable in his arms, the stool he'd previously climbed up to not offering a really useful support.

"You're looking better already," the gator thought out loud. "And don't worry, nobody's looking our way. Even if they were, it'd simply look like you're hugging me. Which is convenient, because that allows you to go just a bit _deeper_into trance without worrying about appearances, right?"

Slate mumbled something in his sleep. His body grew slightly limper as Xavier's smirk grew wider.

"Alright. A promise is a promise. Big smile in your face now, Slate. Coooome on."

It didn't take long for the hyena to comply. The corners of his lips went up, a big, goofy smile spreading on his face from blushy cheek to blushy cheek. Xavier chuckled softly, the vibration from his chest passing to Slate as he leaned there, motionless except for his calm, deep breaths.

"See? I told you I didn't need to push you deep in order to make you smile. You've been tranced so many times by me, and yet you still somehow underestimate my abilities. You must be a hell of a masochist."

As expected, there was no answer coming from Slate. He simply remained there, all loose and limp. Just how Xavier liked him.

But then, the gator noticed something else going on. Something the hyena would not be so pleased about, if he were to regain consciousness.

"Er, I... see that you might be enjoying this more than I thought," the gator muttered as he looked down at the small damp spot between Slate's legs. The hyena remained there, oblivious of the leak - and of the obvious bulge it was apparently coming from. "Man, you were really needy this time, weren't you? And here I was, wondering if this was what you wanted to do."

Something in Slate's brain seemed to hear those words and clicked the right way.

"Let's go... private," the hyena mumbled without opening his heavy eyes.

"Uh, duh. Yeah. We definitely are going somewhere private," the gator responded as he fumbled for some cash in his pocket to pay for the drink and took a brief look around.

Nobody seemed to have noticed the odd situation going on in the bar, but Xavier couldn't help but feel embarrassed at the idea of being discovered carrying a hypnotized hyena soaked in his own pre-cum. Not even years of stage shows and crowd management would save him from a very uncomfortable conversation.

And still, a part of him liked the idea.

Obviously, Slate is not the only one who is a masochist here, the gator thought, covering his friend with his coat and heading for the nearest exit as he carried the seemingly drunk hyena in his arms. I wonder which one of us might enjoy this situation the most. It's not the best moment to think about this, though.

They'd soon have time to find out, of course.

Xavier only hoped it would happen in a less conspicuous place next time.