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K aarper winced and tightened up when the widest part of Sirius's member penetrated him. Sirius ignored the rabbit's outcry. He dug his claws into Alir's hips, leaving marks in the spotless fur, and began to thrust in the age-old rhythm. He kept his eyes closed, unconsciously staying far away from the sight and the scent, focusing solely on the sensation. The gentle warmth of Alir's fur, the tightness around his member - everything pushed him closer and closer to climax. The events of the day faded. How could any of them have happened when his mate was in his arms at that very moment?

"Ali, I don't think I can hold it much longer." The words came out in ragged pants.

If Alir had any response to give, Sirius didn't hear it. With one last thrust, he pushed himself as far into the rabbit as his member would allow and emptied himself, holding for dear life as his body surged with pleasure.

At some point, Alir couldn't take anymore. He let out a high-pitched squeak and emptied himself all over the bed. The two lovers gasped and moaned in dual ecstasy through an orgasm that seemed to last well into the minutes.

All strength drained out of Sirius's body and he collapsed atop his lover.

Kaarper wiggled underneath him, getting more comfortable. "Who's Ali?"

The warmth Sirius was feeling in his loins turned to searing heat that crept up his body and into his ears. "I-I-I-" His panting was getting stronger than it had been when he was making love. Sirius tried to force his mind as far away as he could from what he'd just done, but the scent of lovemaking and Kaarper's pressure on his wilting member refused to let him forget. "I-It's-I-"

"He's your mate, isn't he?" Kaarper's ears drooped. He sighed.

"He was." Sirius was so numb from the shock that the words didn't even hurt. He braced his paws against the bed and pulled out of Kaarper. "I'm sorry."

Kaarper turned over and looked at him. His muzzle, expressionless at first, broke into a warm smile. "You miss him, don't you?"

"Of course." Sirius wiped his member on the hem of his shirt and hurried to get dressed. "It's too late now, though; I need to move on." He'd just finished buckling his pants when Kaarper's paw touched his.

"Listen, Sirius." The rabbit was no longer smiling, but the compassion remained strong in his eyes. "I know you haven't known me for very long and it doesn't feel right to trust me, but maybe I can help."

Kaarper was right. Sirius hardly knew him. Then again, he'd just shared the most intimate of moments with the rabbit. He sighed and sat beside Kaarper on the squeaky bed. He told the rabbit everything - Alir's job, his feelings about it, the pain.

Kaarper didn't interrupt once. He just watched his new friend with undivided attention, holding the raccoon's paw tightly.

The tears came back even before he'd finished. Sirius wiped them away and looked up at the rabbit. "So, any ideas?"

Kaarper didn't answer immediately. He picked at his claws for a few moments and looked down at the floorboards. Finally, he lifted his head and looked up. "Well, there is one."

"Tell me, please." Sirius spoke so fast that his words almost blended together.

"Well, you said that if Alir can raise enough money, he can break his contract." The rabbit spoke slowly, as if knowing that his plan would be met with disapproval. "What if... What if we can raise the money?"

"Kaarper." Sirius couldn't bring himself to be angry. "Don't you think I've tried that already?"

Kaarper shrugged. "Not with me, you haven't." He winked and smiled roguishly. "Trust me."

Sirius had heard those words before - trust me. "Kaarper, just please don't do anything illegal. Come to think of it-" He tilted his muzzle quizzically. "-what are you going to do?"

"I-" Kaarper grinned sheepishly. "I have no idea, actually. I'll figure something out, though; don't you worry."

Sirius sighed and looked away. It was easy to give into fantasy, to think that he and Alir would be reunited soon. 'The higher the flight, the longer the fall.' He hadn't used his favorite saying since he started seeing Alir. The rabbit made him believe in so many things - love among them - that Sirius had decided to turn over a new leaf in life and become a believer. Alir's last words had withered that leaf.

Kaarper squeezed his paw, pulling him out of the daze. "Sirius, we'll get this done; don't worry." His features showed such determination Sirius couldn't help but smile. "Alright." He stood up. "We'd better get back to the palace and get some sleep. I heard that the prince is on his way."

"Prince?" Kaarper furrowed his eyebrows. "I thought he was killed in the raid on Septimine."

"Apparently not." Sirius threw the rabbit's pants and shirt on the bed. "They say he survived and will be arriving sometime in the next few days."

"Oh great." Kaarper groaned. "This means double the work for us."

Sirius shrugged. "I guess. Maybe they'll pay us more."

"Yeah. From one silver to one and one copper." Kaarper chuckled dryly. He finished getting dressed and joined Sirius at the door.

"Kaarper." Sirius put his paw on the rabbit's shoulder. "Thanks for not making a big deal out of...you know..." He nodded towards the bed.

Kaarper smiled. "Oh, don't worry about it. Besides-" His smile broadened. "-I enjoyed it."

Sirius giggled. "Well, at least there's that." He followed Kaarper outside and locked the door.

Erg was waiting for them at the foot of the stairs. "You didn't make a mess up there, did you?"

"Maybe a little." Sirius blushed. "I'll-" He made to go back upstairs, but his uncle stopped him.

"Don't worry about it. Last I heard your father wants you back at the palace. He's in charge for preparing the prince's new room. He wants you to help."

"We were just heading over there, actually." Sirius buttoned up his waistcoat. "Goodbye, Uncle." He followed Kaarper to the door.

Erg waved to them. "Take care of yourselves."

Sirius shut the pub door and headed in the direction of the palace. "I wonder what the prince is like. I've never actually seen him."

Kaarper jogged to keep up with him. "If he's anything like his father, we're in luck."

"Yeah." King Rasdill had always been kind and generous to his servants. He paid them well and personally listened to any grievances they had. His son, on the other paw, left the palace before Sirius or Kaarper's arrival. Sirius shrugged. "He can't be that bad. If he was, the other servants would talk about him more."

"True, true."

They soon reached the palace gates. Sirius and Kaarper handed their papers to the guard on duty, exchanging a knowing nod with the towering bear.

Sirius had to tilt his head back to meet the bear's eyes. He smiled. "How's the night shift, Karryl?"

The bear shrugged halfheartedly. "Boring. Not many people leave the palace at night." He looked them over, furrowing his eyebrows. "Speaking of, what are you two doing out so late?"

"We stayed late at the pub." Sirius almost burst out laughing. He didn't realize it when he said it, but he wasn't even lying.

Karryl put up his paw and shook his shaggy head. "Alright, alright. I was just curious." He gave them back their papers. "Have a good night." He spoke up again just as Sirius and Kaarper started walking away. "Oh, Sirius, your father wanted to see you."

"Yes, I know. Thanks, Karryl." Sirius gave the bear one more smile and headed inside.

The royal palace was abustle with activity when he and Kaarper arrived. Servants scurried to and fro, dusting all of the tables and chairs and polishing the hardwood floors with ample amounts of hot wax. All the candles had been swapped out for fresh ones and the entire palace looked as if it was readying for the visit of some foreign king.

His father was waiting for him in the main hall. "Ah, Sirius, I've been looking for you. I-"

He was interrupted by the sound of pawsteps and Secretary Riius's high-pitched squeak. "Werill, is everything ready?" The fat squirrel walked into the hall, flanked by several servants. He wore a characteristic look of disapproval on his pudgy face and seemed even more irritated than usual.

Werill bowed, keeping all annoyance out of his expression. "Almost, Secretary. All we have left is to dress the prince's bed."

The squirrel stopped almost a dozen paces away so he could maintain eye-contact with Werill without having to crane his neck. "Well, get on it, then. The prince could arrive at any minute!"

Werill watched him through hooded eyelids - the one gesture of contempt a servant could never be called on. "It will be done, Secretary."

"Good." Riius adjusted the belt around his broad belly and shuffled off, already yelling at another servant.

"And this-" Werill checked to make sure that Riius was out of earshot. "This is why I wanted you to come back sooner, lad. We need all available paws to get everything done quickly." He shot Werill another hateful glare.

"I will get right on it, Father." Sirius bowed his head in respect and jogged up the Grand Staircase.

"Wait for me." Kaarper followed him. "Might as well come with you, or Riius will find some other meaningless task for me to do." He winked. "Besides, I've always wanted to see the prince's room."

The Grand Staircase went on for two flights and then narrowed and split into two smaller staircases going off to either side of the main hall. Sirius headed up the left staircase, relying on memory because he'd completely forgotten to ask where the prince's new room was. He walked down the corridor with Kaarper walking in his wake. Finally, he found what he was looking for - it was the only open door in the wing. Sirius stepped inside.

Having worked at the palace for several years, Sirius wasn't impressed with the room. Still, it was evident that the king spent a lot of effort getting the room ready. The hardwood floor was polished to a glossy sheen, the chandeliers were absolutely spotless and the whole place was so brightly lit that the young raccoon had to squint for the first few moments while his eyes adjusted.

He padded across the sitting room and into the bedroom. "The bed already has top-sheets." He turned to Kaarper. "Could you run and get a base-sheet from the linen closet? I'll fold these, meanwhile, and make them look nice."

"Yes sir!" The rabbit saluted and jogged out of the room.

The phrase reminded Sirius of their evening at the pub. He cringed, shook off the memory and began working on the sheets. They were made of obscenely-expensive blue silk and needed very little adjusting. Sirius folded each sheet in half and placed it on the bed. Without the base-sheet, he couldn't get much more done, so he sat on the bed to wait for Kaarper.

Just as he began nodding off, he heard pawsteps. Sirius stood up, ready to scold the rabbit for taking so long. He stopped when he heard voices coming from the corridor. One of them definitely belonged to Riius. The other was new, a soft baritone. Recognizing the third voice almost made the young raccoon's heart stop. Forgetting all about the base-sheets, he threw the top-sheets and the blankets atop the bed, straightened them out and made for the door.

"How do you like it, Son?"

Sirius froze.

"It's wonderful, Father; thank you."

The door was slightly ajar and he could see Riius, the king and a younger fox - probably the prince - standing in the next room. There was no way out. Kind Rasdill wouldn't care, but Riius wouldn't be so kind.

Sirius shut his eyes, racking his brain for any possible solution.

"You must be very tired from your trip, Son. I will let you rest. Will you join me at dinner?"

"If I wake up in time, I would be happy to."

With one eye open, Sirius watched the prince embrace his father. "I missed you, Dad."

The king sniffed and drew a paw across his eyes. "I missed you too, Natty."

Sirius shook off the daze and scoured the room for a place to hide. The only other door led into the closet. With his options slim and his time running out, Sirius made a dash for the door.