# Homecoming

Author: Tony Greyfox
Tags: Feline, Fox, M/M

Homecoming  
  
  
I always hated the weekly visits to Catti's place - at least, part of  
me did.  
  
The other part looked forward to stopping at the little, nondescript  
building in a warehouse district every week. That part wanted the traces  
of his scent, the feel of his furniture, the little reminders of the  
felid that were slowly fading away as his absence got longer and longer,  
until that part started thinking that maybe he wasn't coming back, ever.  
That was why the first part of my mind hated it.  
  
With the huge amounts of computer equipment stacked round the place,  
along with the automated systems and so on, someone had to make sure the  
roof didn't leak, or the dust bunnies weren't reaching sentience. When  
Catti had swept into my office months earlier and asked me if I'd watch  
the place for a while, he had to be out of town for a bit, out of contact, I'd never even give it a second thought.  
  
That was the last time I'd seen him. And every week, I'd perform the same  
ritual - wander through the dozen or so rooms that made up most of his  
world and wonder where he was, whether he was alive, dead, running  
away....  
  

  It's scary. After my mate was murdered nearly two years before, Catti  
had been my strength, my sanity ... and, eventually, my lover, for what  
that was worth. Then, suddenly, that solid pillar I'd been leaning on had  
disappeared. It proved two things - that I'm still able to function  
without my own ... and, damn it, I'm actually in love with the big cat.  
  
  
A small hoverbot chuckled angrily at me as the security door slid open  
with a "Welcome, Raven," just as it had every other time I'd come in.  
Catti has me programmed into the system settings, so I can actually run  
the parts of the place that need a being's help to run (which wasn't much,  
actually).  
I stood still as the bot swirled around my hindpaws and vacuumed my tail  
for any loose fur. It was technically spring; I had noticed a few more  
strands of grey and white in the drains recently. Shedding around Catti's  
computers would be a bad idea.  
  
Mollified, the bot preceded me out of the hall into the central foyer,  
where one could see into the living room, which contained nothing more  
than a couch, a chair and about a hundred pillows of varied shapes and  
sizes; the dining room (a small table, two chairs - most of Catti's  
eating was done over the sink, unless I actually forced him into a real  
meal), down the hall to the bedroom (which actually saw use, occasionally  
- usually only when I was over; Catti tended to forget to sleep ... for  
days on end while he was on his machines) and into the large mainframe  
room. I stepped in there.  
  

  Everything was its usual near-silent operating self, from what I could  
tell. Half a dozen monitors ran endless commands that I didn't understand  
at all; I figured that whatever Catti was doing, wherever he was, must  
have been remoted into this room; either that, or the programs running  
were just maintenance things.  
  
Holding my tail to keep it from swinging, I circled, looking for dust but  
touching nothing - with my luck, I'd brush something and fuck everything  
up. The only thing that looked odd was one of the screens flashing a  
different color than usual - green instead of blue, I believe. The  
commands cycling looked even more frenetic than usual.  
  
I stepped around another bot as I wandered around and made sure nothing  
was smoking, melting or otherwise outwardly malfunctioning in the  
equipment, then wandered back into the hall, humming tunelessly. The whirring of various pieces of computer equipment was getting on my nerves, so I stepped into the living room to fire up some music, dodging yet  
another of Catti's little service bots that whistled through my paws,  
steamed down the hallway, banked hard and barely made the turn into  
the kitchen. I idly wondered what the thing was worked up about.  
  

  Flipping through the rack of music disks, I picked one out and turned to  
the player, but was surprised to find the 'record' light flashing. I  
blinked at the display, the frowned down at the little bot that was  
apparently waiting for me to move so it could dust the cabinet. "What,  
your favorite program on, or something?" I asked, whimsically; the  
little 'head' atop the thing's extendable neck raised several inches  
and swiveled to orient on me; it beeped. I shook my head wryly.  
  
I keyed the vid on, and saw that the disk was saving a local news  
broadcast; the on-screen display also showed that, for some reason, the  
disk - which had not been in the playback rack the week before - had  
recorded the last four evening news shows. Shrugging, I stepped back and  
went to flop into the pile of pillows that Catti and I had left a couple  
of days before he left (both of us believe in having a changeable surface  
that allows for multiple positions)... and landed on the floor with a  
yelp - not hard, but enough to bruise my tail a bit.  
  

  A bot finished restacking the pillows in their usual place and chuckled  
apologetically as another whirled in and swept around my unplanned  
landing site.  
  
"All right, that's it," I grumbled. From my spot on the floor, I could  
count at least five bots occupied in incomprehensible acts, just in the  
living room and hallway. Another streaked past the entrance, and I heard  
a 'clank!' from the kitchen. "What the hell? Is it bot mating season, or  
something?"  
  
I dragged myself up and followed three of the little buggers down the  
hall; they did a precision turn - one into the bathroom, where I noticed  
it hop into the shower; two little brushes popped out of it and started  
to scrub. The other was up on Catti's huge bed, spreading fresh sheets on  
the well-used mattress; his large stack of pillows were all freshly  
covered, too. A creepy feeling started to wend its way through me; I felt  
my hackles rise, and slowly backed out of the room.  
  
...and tripped over a bot, which squealed at me as I fell, hard, against  
a wall.  
  
Apparently, that squeal got the attention of its fellows; four of them  
there must have been one hiding in the bedroom) stampeded past me, back  
up the hall; I followed, limping slightly and pissed off now.  
  

  Bursting into a storage room, I watched fifteen of the damned little  
bastards forming an echelon and backing themselves into their service  
stalls one by one, with a beeping chorus that sounded vaguely amused,  
to me. I had no idea why, but as the last one shut off, it turned its  
spindly head towards me and whistled what sounded like a laugh at me. It  
lived because I didn't think Catti would like having to put it back  
together again when he got back.  
  
Cautiously, I peeked around the apartment, looking for strays; all I  
noticed was that the place looked even spotless than before. Then I got  
it. "Spring cleaning!" I muttered.  
  
Good call, O great wise and intelligent investigator, I berated myself,  
stepping to Catti's refrigerator and digging a bottle of water from the  
back of the nearly-full appliance; the incongruity of a planned long  
absence and a full refrigerator registered, but only on a subliminal  
level. Leaning against a counter that looked clean enough to operate on,  
I drained the bottle, took one last look around and declared the place in  
order. There were several cases sitting on my office desk that needed looking at; I decided to run back and deal with those before heading  
home for the night.  
  

  Gathering up my coat, an odd flashing from the mainframe room caught my  
eye. The main console was awake, with commands flashing past madly. I stepped close, trying to make out anything on the screen, when it abruptly stopped dead, flashed a red-blue-green pattern, then cleared.  
  
Writing appeared.  
  
"Remote initiation and restart complete; system in full operation," it read  
across the first line. Then,  
  
"Welcome home, Boss."  
  
I blinked.  
  
Then the paw landed on my shoulder, and a voice that I had spent eight  
long months yearning for rumbled, "Hi, Rey. Long time, no see."  
  
Whirling, I found myself muzzle to muzzle with Catti.  
  
  
I stood silent, just staring at him as I willed myself to start breathing  
again, then got my heart going. Then I whooped, and dove at him. He  
caught me in a crushing embrace that I returned whole-heartedly. We  
just stood there, swaying back and forth against one another for long  
moments before I pulled back and met his luminous grey eyes. He smiled.  
"Good to see you, fox."  
  
I actually felt tears starting to wet my cheek fur as I grinned stupidly.  
"You too, cat. Dammit, I've missed you."  
  

  He drew me in again, nuzzling my shoulder. "Yeah, I've missed you, too."  
  
I kissed him on the neck, worked my way up to the cheek, then our muzzles  
met in one of the most glorious kisses I can ever remember getting. Being  
in love with a male is something entirely new to me, so I didn't really  
have a whole lot to compare it to, but it sure felt damn good to have his  
arms around me, his mouth on mine, his claws scraping through my fur.  
  
We broke away finally, breathless and panting. I ran my paws along the  
fur of his bare arms, across the shirt he wore, tracing patterns along  
the edges of his chest. His groin pressed against mine; I could feel his  
excitement, and I knew he could feel mine. His hand wandered down to the  
base of my tail and rested there, pulling me closer while his slim tail  
twined around my thigh, and I kissed him again. Our tongues met, pressing,  
and I reached up to caress his grey ears, with teir long-haired tufts. He  
purred - that's one of his favorite spots - lifted me up easily and carried  
me into the bedroom.  
  

  I think I actually tore his shirt as I hurriedly stripped it off; he  
wasn't much less rushed with my clothes. We fell to the bed, caressing  
everywhere.  
  
Catti shivered as I nibbled at his neck, across his chest and lingered  
at his nipples. "Mmh, Rey, you remembered," he whispered. I just grinned  
and slowly made my way down to his crotch ... which I passed by, though  
the hard, pinkish tip jutting from his sheath was sorely tempting. He  
slowly stroked himself as I kissed and nibbled my way down one thigh and  
back up the other.  
  
"What, am I not good enough for you?" I teased, returning to the centre  
of attention. He grinned. "No, you're better," he smiled, caressing my  
cheek as I took his hand away from his swollen member and replaced it  
with my own paw. Stroking gently, I watched as he closed his eyes and  
sighed, a long, pleased sound. "Mm, that's beautiful, Rey. It's been  
too long...."  
  
"It has... too long since I last did this," I murmured, then leaned  
forward and took him deep into my muzzle with one motion. His hips jerked  
up to meet my tongue as I explored the ridges of his cock, gently sucking  
as I bobbed up and down on it.  
  

  I let one hand trail across his balls and buttocks as I worked him, and  
he rested one paw on my head, guiding me onto his shaft. With a grin I'm sure he could feel, I reared back and took him fully in, the tip dipping into my throat for the half dozen strokes I could manage before I felt my gag reflex try to assert itself. He groaned and pushed up into me.  
  
The taste of his prick was heady; I felt myself stiffen as I tasted the  
first small jets of his seed coating my tongue. His member jerked  
slightly, and I could almost feel it start to fill as I took him deep  
again, bobbing hard onto him, working him fiercely in concert with his  
now-frenzied plunging. He growled as I slowed my pace, teasing him with  
little nips around his head, running the tip of my tongue in tiny circles,  
holding him with one hand, before inexorably drawing him back into my  
mouth with a slow, deliberate motion.  
  
"I'm close," he whispered, his paws gripping my ears. "Real... ahh!"  
  
He yowled and thrust up and I felt his cock throb against my lips as he  
came. I caught the first bursts of his warm cum in my mouth, then pulled  
back and watched the remainder fountain out onto his belly. I slid up  
next to him and spread the semen into his fur with one hand as he breathed  
heavily, recovering.  
  

  Catti's eyes opened, and he drew me to him in a ferocious kiss, his paw  
finding my engorged penis and stroking it firmly, the fur of his pads  
feeling prickly against the reddening skin as we kissed. Focusing my  
attentions fully on the sensation of his fist pumping my cock, I think  
I surprised him when I suddenly tensed and shot my load across his hand  
and thighs with a long groan. "You really did miss me, didn't you?" he  
smiled. I nodded. "A lot." I made my point by starting to stroke his  
erection back to full hardness, then drew him to straddle me.  
  
Taking a small bottle of lubricant from the night stand next to the bed,  
I spread some onto myself as Catti squatted, poised, over my crotch. I  
nodded and he gently lowered himself down, engulfing my prick with his  
warmth. He let out a quiet sigh as he settled down onto me, then leaned  
forward to kiss me. "I love you, you know," he whispered, licking the  
tip of my nose.  
  
I nodded. "I know. I love you, too."  
  
"Then fuck me, Rey. Show me."  
  
It must have been a special occasion, because Catti rarely swears, or  
talks dirty like that. I complied, lifting my hips and driving into him  
as he pushed down and back, creating a sweet friction that sent shivers  
through me, centred on my groin. He thew his head back and purred, loudly,  
as we bounced crazily, up and down, circling on one another's grinding  
pressure, our breathing getting harder and more raspy as I took his  
erection in paw and pumped it in time to our energetic thrusting.  
  

  Suddenly, Catti tensed again, and I was rewarded with a jet of white  
semen that matched the fur on my chest and neck, where it impacted. I  
redoubled my efforts as I felt his ass pulse around me, the muscles of his buttocks and abdomen gripping my erection, and the pressure  
built through my entire lower body until, with a burst of light and a  
groan of pleasure, I came deep within him, filling my lover with my  
liquid heat. We stayed like that for several moments before his legs  
gave out and he toppled to lay beside me.  
  
I rolled and hugged him to me. "Damn, it's nice to have you back," I  
said. He grinned. "Why? Couldn't find anyone else to sleep with you while  
I was gone?"  
  
I tweaked a nipple. "No, I couldn't find \_you\_ while you were gone. Where  
were you, anyhow?"  
  
He looked uncomfortable. "I really shouldn't say, Rey. You know how it  
goes."  
  
"Yeah, I do. I can't see how you could have been gone for that long  
and not had teh time to call, or write, or 'puter-mail me a picture of  
your cute spotted butt" - I pinched it to emphasize the remark - "something!"  
  

  I darkened slightly as he rolled away from me, just a bit, but I could  
feel the reluctance. "Rey, I would, but ... I really can't tell you."  
  
"What, were you with the government? You know..."  
  
He cut me off, laying one finger against my lips. "I know how curious  
you are, love. But can you rein it in on this one? We've just had a  
beautiful time, and I'd rather we not start to argue over something silly  
like that."  
  
Lifting up onto one elbow, I regarded him with a lifted eyebrow. He  
smiled, hesitantly, and I gave in. "Fine," I said. "But I'm not gonna  
give up that easily, pal."  
  
He laughed and hauled me to him for another strong hug. "I never thought  
you would, Rey. I really didn't."  
  
We kissed again, and for a while, the question didn't even cross my mind.  
  
  
  
  
  
"Homecoming"  
Copyright 1997, Tony Greyfox.  
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Author's note: This story is part of a series of projects in similar style and using the same settings and characters, tentatively titled "Darkside". The basis is what looks like a novel-length item that will probably be finished on my death-bed (which is probably a long, long way off). I'm writing these short "sequel" chapters to flesh out character ideas and concepts, and for a bit of fun. :) Watch for more as I get them finished. --TG

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