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~ Chapter 27 ~

The rhino, almost two heads taller than me, looked down at me. His eyes were wide in surprise. My nose was inches from his chest as I glared right back. I'm sure that to anyone who was watching, and there were quite a few, we probably looked comical.

"Get the fuck out of here, Slayde, and don't ever come back," I growled, holding my ground against the behemoth. We stood there, toe-to-toe, in the doorway to Becky's hospital room. Mom was still sitting next to Becky as far as I knew and I could feel Dad standing behind me.

"Can you tell Becky I'm sorry?" Slayde's eyes moved from me, to Dad, to a quick glance over either of us, then back to me.

The aroma of the roses he held wafted around us. They were held tight against his chest and the cellophane wrapper brushed my chin. "No," was all I said.

Slayde never was a bright guy. If it weren't for his glaring stupidity I probably would have felt sorry for him. When he was dating Becky, it was always "those little things" that I tried to ignore but eventually weighed against him in my opinion of him. Right now he shifted, unsure of what to do. I could tell the teeth had worn off the gears in his brain.

"You stole from my sister. You flirted with other women around her - god knows if you cheated on her. You made her feel like shit. You were needy; she couldn't do anything without your approval or you being there. You were grabby with her when she said 'no'. So no; I will not tell her you're sorry."

"Cade," a warm hand placed its self on my shoulder. Dad turned his attention to Slayde, "Slayde, I understand that you want Rebecca to know that you regret what you did to her in the past. I appreciate it and I will let her know."

Slayde relaxed his body, releasing some of the tension he held, by millimeters. He started to talk.

"Slayde," Dad interrupted him, "Thank you for caring about my daughter. And if you care what's best for her, you will leave here. Now."

The rhino took a slight step back, eyes wide as if Dad was pointing out that Slayde was naked in the hallway. Slayde worked his mouth like a fish breathing air, trying to comprehend the unexpected atmosphere around him.

Dad's hand was set on my shoulder and we stood firm.

Slayde backed up a couple of steps and looked at the hallway. A smattering of nurses stood along the hallway taking in the scene. Slayde retreated down the hallway, with his flowers, averting his eyes from the reproachful sentry.

I wanted to scream. I wanted to punch something. I just wanted to let out all the pent up anger and frustration inside of me and just rage out on something. Slayde was one turd from the past I thought would never have surfaced.

Dad turned me to face him, "You did good, Cade." He hugged me. "We can manage here for a while. I'll make sure that security sees him off and that no one else is allowed to see Becky without my approval."

He looks old, I thought, taking in his greying coat and the deepening crow's feet around his eyes.

"Take a walk. Get some fresh air, something to drink, and meet us at home whenever you're ready," Dad reached into his wallet and handed me a twenty dollar bill.

"Sure," I complied. With a ruffle of my hair from Dad's hand, I took off to nowhere.

I knocked on Aaron's apartment door. Nowhere has a way of being the place I least wanted to end up at but always found my way there. I wasn't sure what I wanted to say to Aaron, but I kept ruminating on Slayde's actions. There was something in them that I couldn't ignore but damned if I knew what it was.

The sound of the locks rattling and the doorknob turning jostled me to attention. The door swung open and my stomach dropped. It took all the will power I could muster to not turn heel and run away. Standing in front of me was Ezio.

"Can I help you?" the shirtless mustelan ferret greeted me cooly. He leaned against the frame of the door, looking at me as if I were going to whip out a vacuum or a set of knives. Maybe I was going to pressure him to save his soul and convert to the Expiated Rapture of the Light or something.

"I-is Aaron around?" Funny how it was I who felt naked. At least I was alone in the hallway.

"Who wants to know?"

"Uh, it's Cade."

Ezio's eyes lit up in recognition. He stood up straight and smiled, "Oh! You're Cade? Naw, he's not home right now. Aaron's talked about you though, come in." He opened the door wide and stepped back for me to come inside.

"He's talked about me?" I scanned the apartment from the entryway. Already I could tell there was a heavier scent of smoke that I didn't remember from before. It was somehow entrenched in the atmosphere and I couldn't imagine Aaron getting his deposit back for this.

"Sure, get a few drinks in him and he'll spill his guts to you. Thirsty?" Ezio walked into the kitchen.

"Actually yeah," the smoke was making my throat parched and it didn't help that I hadn't had anything to drink since the hospital this morning.

"So what're you up to?" Ezio called from kitchen. I heard the fridge open and the clink of various bottles being extracted. A glass of water would've been sufficient.

I sidled up to a bar stool still assessing him, "I haven't stopped by here in a while so I wanted to see if Aaron was around."

"Yeah, sorry," Ezio's reply came amidst the cracking of ice cubes and the pouring of liquids, "Aaron should be here soon, but in the meantime I guess you're stuck with me."

"That's fine," I waved off his concern, not entirely sincere, "I just had to get away for a bit."

"Oh? What's up?"

"Nothing, really. My sister's asshole-ex showed up and I chased him away."

"Shit, man. That's harsh," Ezio walked up with a couple of coffee cups in hand, "Aaron's short on proper drink glasses so this will have to do." He handed me a cup of a slightly-yellow mix.

It smelled sharp. I took a sip and winced, "What is this?" I grimaced. It was floral but bitter as all hell. As I exhaled, the alcohol fumes puffed out my nose. My tongue dried up.

"Gin, Vermouth, Pernod, and orange bitters. My own stash, for the most part," Ezio listed off, "What do you think?"

_Tastes like medicine. _"It's certainly new," I uttered, noncommittally and downed the rest of it, not wanting to be rude.

Ezio laughed and nursed his, "It's okay to say, 'no'."

"No?" I searched.

" 'No' means 'harder!'," Ezio sing-songed and went back into the kitchen, "Okay, I'll make you something else." I heard the kitchen faucet run and he came back, "Here."

"Smart-ass," I took the glass of water, secretly thankfully, and Ezio went back one more time into the kitchen.

This time when he came back, the drink was sweet, lemony, and certainly stronger than the first. It was good.

"I try," Ezio smiled and played with a small gauge in the upper pinna of his ear. "What did your sister think of her ex coming back?"

The drinks were ice-cold but the alcohol in them was starting to warm me up, "We kept him away from her. He was bad news and we didn't want him near her while she's recovering."

"Recovering?"

"She was in an accident; in the hospital, now."

"Fuck. Sorry, man."

"Thanks," I shuffled uncomfortably in my seat. My lower back was aching and the room felt stuffy.

"You okay?"

"Yeah, it's just... hot in here."

"Yeah," nodded Ezio, "Aaron doesn't have any air conditioning. That's why I took off my shirt."

"Smart," I stood up and stretched my back. It protested against me as I twisted.

"Back hurting?"

"Just a little."

Ezio walked off, beckoning me, "Come here." He headed for the bedroom.

"In there?" I followed tentatively.

Ezio turned the light on to the bedroom, "It's slightly cooler in here if I keep the door shut. Besides, I'm not going to give you a massage on the couch or the floor of the living room."

"Oh," I answered, "Thanks, but I'm fine."

"Don't worry about it, I'm good at it. Take off your shirt and lay on your stomach."

I did as I was told. Luckily Aaron's mattress was firm and quite cool against me. I breathed in the familiar scent, slightly intoxicating to my slightly intoxicated state.

Ezio climbed on top of me, straddling my ass and tail. He vigorously rubbed his hands together and got to work.

His hands just slightly petted the nape of my neck and slid up to my temples. He rubbed them gently, circular forward first, then reverse. His hands traced down my nape again to the base of my neck. He rubbed his thumbs in that spot and I exhaled.

"You're really tense," Ezio exclaimed.

"Sorry."

"Nothing to be sorry for, hon. Just relax as best you can. Breathe deep."

I took a deep breath and let gravity do its work as I exhaled. Ezio's hands felt amazing and I already felt more at peace.

He worked out to my shoulders, always in circular motions, then worked down my spine. My body elongated. His fingers teased the sides of my body and he kneaded upwards to my shoulders. I felt his body heat against mine and heard his concentrated breathing.

Ezio's hands found their way along my arms, first left, then right. He went from the shoulder to my hand, then paid close attention to each finger before moving on. He return to a much-less tight spot between my shoulder blades and went back down my spine.

His hands were warm and the bed was soft. The alcohol was in full kick and I was dreamily enjoying my massage. I closed my eyes and went with the spinning of the room. A small, smarting push notified me that he had reached my lower back and I stretched, relaxing back into the bed.

"Having fun?" Ezio asked from behind me. I mumbled an affirmation.

Ezio shifted his position off of my butt and onto my knees. His hands worked themselves into the legs of my shorts and squeezed the tops of my legs from the middle, outward to the sides, then repeating the motion all the way down.

"Can you take off your shorts?" Ezio tugged at them.

"Sure," I slid out of them, lifting my ass and burying my face into the bed. The air felt refreshing on me and I swished my tail.

"Hey!" Ezio brushed my tail aside playfully, "Watch that thing!"

I laughed and resumed my delirious relaxation.

Ezio's hands went down each leg. He pressed his thumbs into the bridges of my feet and I was on cloud nine. My entire body just layed on the bed like a puddle of contented putty.

Ezio lifted off my legs and lifted them, "Turn over."

I obliged and he went back to work, this time on the tops of my feet, then shins, then up my thighs. He stopped short of my crotch and I fought the urge to tense up again. I had earned this state of relaxation, damn it, and I wasn't going to lose it.

Ezio's hands slid along my abdomen towards my chest. It felt good. The room was spinning and it felt good.

"Aaron's mentioned having a three-way," Ezio's breath whispered across some part of me.

"Hmm?" I sighed. I wasn't quite sure I heard anything.

"Interested?"

"Mmmm....." I hummed a tone of slight disapproval. Ezio worked his magic but I just wanted to relax in the afterglow. There was too much talking.

"Aww...." Ezio's voice was playfully sullen, " 'No' means 'Harder'! I'm sure Aaron would love it. It'll feel good." His body was warm against mine and his purposeful breath played along me.

There was a tickle in my crotch and fingers brushed against the side of my sheath. Ezio was lying against me and I brushed his fingers away.

"It's okay," he breathed against my ear and his fingers returned.

"What?" I tried to focus my mind, but the thoughts were fuzzy. I tried to push his hand away from my sheath but it returned just as quick. I tried to push him away but racked myself. I curled from the unexpected blow and Ezio pressed himself into me. An arm slipped beneath me and curled against my chest.

"Shhh....." he whispered, "Shhh..."

I grabbed his hand, but he gripped right back, twisted, and pulled me free from my sheath. The air was cool on the tip of my cock.

"No..." I squirmed but the other arm across my chest held me tight.

Ezio giggled, " 'No' means 'Harder'!" and he nuzzled the base of my ear.

His hands were as fast as cobras as I strained against them. No matter how I tried to get them off of me, once a hand was free, it was already back, restraining me once again. I swore at myself and tried to clear my head; tried to get a focused thought. My strength was weakening against Ezio but he still held me like a vice with one arm while the other worked my sheath and I felt my cock engorge.

_This isn't right._I thought.

Ezio nipped the base of my ear and I flattened them against my skull. I turned my head away from him as far as I could, but I still felt his breath. His tongue weaseled its way in one ear and he breathed, nibbled, and hit a sensitive spot.

"Oohhh..." I breathed out as waves of pleasure rolled from my ear, tingling down my body.

This is wrong.

The spot in my ear tickled and I writhed from it. The pressure on my cock increased speed and my balls flopped below.

Why won't he let me go?

The teeth combed my fur and the nails of the hand against my chest played with my nipples. Something hard pressed against the base of my tail and Ezio furiously worked my sheath against my cock until I felt like I would explode.

"Haaaaa!!" I breathed audibly, a quavering voice as my body shook. My cock shot spunk skyward and I felt warm drops hitting my chin, my forehead. Teeth, hands, ears, tails, nipples, cock, there was too much. I shuddered at each ejaculation. My body tensed and throbbed in waves. Consciousness was fleeing me. There was just the animalistic growling of pleasure as my body emptied its self.

I was panting. Ezio slowed his work on my cock and sheath and my entire body was limp, but on fire. My nerves sang and my teeth tingled with each breath I took. I wasn't sure whether my eyes were closed or if I had lost vision. It didn't matter to me. Every bit of fur on my body stood up, electric, as though I had dragged my feet on the carpet and was waiting to touch something to set off the charge. But the charge had already gone off, didn't it.

The edge of the bed bounced and Ezio's voice called from the living room. My body was free, I noted somewhere in my brain.

"I'm gonna go out for a bit." Ezio's voice was muted. "You take the bus, right? I'll leave some change on the table."

I had no idea how long I laid there. I found myself, more than once, waking up, but I was still physically and mentally drained. My nerves died down, the room slowed, and the silence of the apartment roared in my ears. Spots of me were sticky. Those sticky spots were cold.

Gathering my balance, I sat up. I was in Aaron's bedroom, on his bed. I was naked and my clothes were on the floor. There was no other noise in the apartment. I was alone.

My body stood up. For a brief moment the world tilted forward and I adjusted until it settled back down.

I can't be pantsless, that's just silly.

I hopped my feet into my boxers and shorts. The world threatened to pull its self out from under me, but I slew that monster. Barefoot and with teacher in hand, I walked into the empty living room.

There were four empty glasses on the counter near the kitchen. None of them were the same. I looked down on the dirty dishes disapprovingly. You start with a small mess and eventually it'll grow bigger and bigger. That's just common sense.

The door rattled and I jumped. I stared, wild-eyed at the door, willing it to stay shut.

It opened against my will, but mental acuity isn't enough against things like physics. I stood in the kitchen and watched as Aaron's silhouette entered. He closed the door and looked at me. He was puzzled and stood there. His eyes were red and puffy; and the scent of a sweet smoke wafted from him.

"Ezio leave?"

"Yeah."

Aaron stumbled past me and opened the fridge. The light was unexpectedly bright and I squinted. Aaron came up with a bottle of beer. He twisted it opened and downed it in giant gulps. He surfaced and panted, standing there. He took another look at me.

"I don't want to sleep alone tonight." It was a statement rather than a question.

Aaron took ahold of my wrist and I obediently followed him to his bedroom. It seemed really silly for me to be back in there, but I couldn't figure out why.

Aaron pulled me onto the bed, him fully clothed and I not even half-way clothed. He wrapped his arms around me as we laid there. His sweet, smoky smell mixed in with the scent of sex that hung heavily in the air. I felt wet spots underneath me.

Aaron buried his nose against the base of my neck and slept.