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[The Sly One]: The Predatory Infiltrator "Demi-Gods do exists, and let me tell you, they are quite bored." BeaverReturn

Part 1: The Hunter's Playground

Narkissos perched himself against a wall in the bar, one leg pressed against the vertical surface behind him, the other extended diagonally to the floor. As he stood slightly slanted, Georgio Armani accompanied him in the form of a single vented, high buttoned suit. It fit him as well as it had fit the model in the men's fashion magazine where he first saw it. The jacket had cost him $799.00, but boastfully Narkissos would call that amount, "pocket change." Under the suit, a white shirt, platinum necklace and black tie become accompanied by a gold wrist watch. These accessories had come as exquisitely priced as the jacket, but no matter, it was still just "pocket change." In one paw he held a gin and tonic, halfway full, while his other paw rested casually in his pant. Gold medallion disks slowly scanned within their dark oceans, his eyes searching the bar scene. With his body covered in black-as-night fur the slick and black jaguar was awaiting his next prey. The minute he had entered the bar he had become a hunter, his predatory instincts as raw as the instincts of his ancestors who had once lived savagely in the jungles of pre-civilization.

His territory for the night was a bar known as, "Spankers," a dive of a joint, it attracted the most self obsessed of males and the most insecure of women; a dangerous combination. It was said that at "Spankers," you either left with a black eye or woke up with a black dick. Disease infested, spunk flooded, and cocaine powdered, the cesspool known as "Spankers" was practically a biohazard. In decor, it was a decent enough bar, in age, it was a young enough bar, but with its weekend clientele did it being loose all of its merit. Narkissos wanted to play a challenging game tonight, and Spankers (Otherwise known as Wankers, Spunkers, or Skankers) was certainly going to be a challenge.

"Tight jeans, pink polo shirt, small studded earring--promising, but too insecure. Not in the mood to deal with that in the morning." Narkissos took a sip of his gin and continued his hunt.

As the patrons of the dance floor engaged in their acts of heterosexual preliminary mating practices (the groin grind as some would call it), the tedious, ordinary, and bass dependent music of the clubbers scene became the manual to guide them. Whatever was popular on the hit list had now become remixed into mash-ups, fragmented by obsessive use of the air horn, or worse, sped up and slowed down in an attempt to reconfigure the song into an "original mix."

"Yo, Yo, Yo, keep them beats droppin, get them girls poppin, slap dat ass get her hoppin." The speakers demanded as the musical "talents" of "DJ Rex-D 'Master Supreme' Al-R-Beats" continued his mix.

"Self-obsessively muscular, borderline gym fetishist, protein shake weight-gain branded T-Shirt, backwards baseball cap--Fuck, do I really want to deal with a 'roid-rager tonight?" Another sip of gin and then his eyes continued their hunt.

It was early in the night and already a fight had broken out near the coat-check. A slim waist, big breast cheetah with hair and dress elaborately presented yet no different from the next feline on the dance floor, dramatically flailed her paws while her wide, roaring, temperament attempted to scream over the loud music. She was upset at a stallion who attempted to calm her.

"Slam some bills on the table, lick that mare where she likes it, get some thrills in the stable, I'm riding a pony tonight." The song continued.

"Unruly mate, possible heartbreak? Check. Older for sure. Class ring on finger, graduated, yet still wearing a university branded sweater. Insecure? ...Trying to relive the glory days of his youth. Check. White-wash slim fitting jeans, mane gelled and highlighted, muscular, yet not a steroid tank." Narkissos finished his drink and started to stalk his way towards the coat-check. As he passed the bar he left his empty gin glass behind. Licking his lips he muttered to himself, "We have ourselves a winner."

Once he was directly behind the bickering couple, keen ears listened into the conversation,

"Tell me you fucking love me." Carnivore teeth flashed their fangs.

"Babe--"The stallion, palm outwards, raised his hands.

"Don't you fucking babe me. Tell me you fucking love me--" Comically, every time the word "fuck" was spoken by the cheetah, she always had to close her eyes as the "f" sound was drunkenly lengthened by an extra second. The word "fuck" seemingly drawn out so she could giver herself an extra moment to connect her inebriated thoughts.

"Honey--"

"Don't. Just fucking don't. If you want to dance with some fucking slut on the dance floor then I don't give a fuck. Just don't fucking tell me you fucking love me." Like a wobbling top losing its spin, her head was constantly in motion as she protested. Hands' moving as well, her extended index finger's purpose was less to point at the stallion, then it was to offer her a reference point to balance from.

"Wait? You don't want to tell you that I love you?" "Of course I want you to tell me that you fucking love me. But I know you don't. So don't even try to say it. 'Cause I don't want you say it if you don't really mean it. So go ahead, tell me you fucking love me. Cause you know what, I don't want to hear it anyways." A gurgling burp escaped her throat, a threatening sound, the Stallion instinctively backed away from her. This only aided the female's explosive aggravations, "You know what, big shot? Big cock shot? That's it. I'm going home. Don't fucking call me, don't-fucking-tell-me-that-you-fucking-love-me, cause I know you don't, so I'm going to go and, and, " Her eyeballs rolled to the top of her head as she searched to fix her derailed thoughts, "F-F-F-FUCK YOU."

"Sweetie--"

But the fastidious feline had already grabbed her coat and left the bar with cell phone in paws and fingers ready to text her "girls."

"Shit!" The stallion, blonde in fur, taller than Narkissos, pounded a fist into the wall beside him. The gorilla bouncer at the door flashed him a look, but the upset Stallion did not notice. Narkissos noticed however and locking eyes with the familiar bouncer, the two had an unspoken conversation with eye gestures alone.

"Don't worry, I'll get him out of here." Said Narkissos's wink.

The bouncer wide eyes looked at the stallion, lowering his brow in a reply back, "It better be soon. This guy is out of here at the first sign of trouble."

"Give me 15 minutes."

"You owe me."

From behind the Stallion Narkissos placed a black paw on the disconcerted Stallion's shoulder. Rapidly the Stallion turned around to face the Jaguar, his arms crossed tightly as he suspiciously eyed the Jaguar. But before he could speak, Narkissos was already twisting his silver tongue,

"Hey you went to Furcordia University, didn't you?" The jaguar said, reading off of the Stallion's shirt.

"Who the fuck are you?" The stallion replied, muscles bulging.

"You don't remember me? Maybe this will refresh your memory. The Fighting Felines win it again!"

"You looking for trouble, asshole?" The stallion uncrossed his arms and pushed his chest forward; his eyes ignited and blood lusting.

"Me? Ha! I just wanted to see what the competition would have been like if I had been on the team a few years back. I tell you, you look like the kind of guy who could have at least made a challenge for our team."

The stallion brightened, but not so much that it would betray his defences "Tell me about it. Furcordia is way too easy on the teams this year. I tell you, back in my day, I was maintaining a 3.0 grade average and scoring all the winning shots for all our games. And you know what else, back in my day; I could have had any woman I wanted."

"Yea, I couldn't help but overhear the little fight you were having. Take it from me man, women like her are nothing but trouble."

"What did you just fucking say? Who the fuck are you?" The Stallion, shoved a heavy hand on the Jaguars chest causing Narkissos to stumble backwards. The bouncer's eye fell back onto the horse.

Narkissos straightened himself, dusted off his suit and fixed his tie. Sliding back into proximity to the horse, he slithered smoothly as he spoke; inching closer to the larger male without him really noticing, "Look man, take this as nothing but words from someone who has been where you are. We get caught up in her beauty, she even could get us thinking that we love her, and even sometimes the cutesy things she says to us in bed are kind of nice. But come on man, how many times are you going to end up dating that same kind of girl? How many times are you going to bounce between bitch and babe before you realize the girls here become factory produced? Built likes clones on an assembly line hidden in some third world sweat shop?" The dark feline said, his voice apathetic yet guiding, his slick charm continually masking his movements as unnoticeable: his arm coming to wrap around the taller stallion.

"Yea, you're right man. They are all the same, just a bunch of dumb bitches."

"And yet how many times do us guys get stuck falling for their wiles. You know man; I can tell you have had a bad night. Let me grab you a couple of drinks, we'll head over to a booth and we'll have ourselves a good ole fashioned man to man conversation. The way the liberated man use to be able to talk. You know, before all this civil rights, and woman's revolution, made everything politically incorrect."

"Yea, "The Stallion nodded his head a few times before turning towards the jaguar, "Yea, I tell you back when I was in school, when I was captain of the team, girls knew their place. Now, it seems every single one of them has to be so damned righteous and independent. Like, if you don't want to get fucked, don't come to the bar. You know? We're men, and like, we like to fuck. Like, why do girls have to be so pissed off when we try to pick them up?"

Dear god, seriously? Narkissos silently thought.

"Uhh--" Narkissos smoothly took his arm off of the stallion and patted him lightly on the chest, "A little misogynistic but we can work on that."

Narkissos lead the stallion towards the booths located at the back of the bar (opposite of the coat check) with paw on back. The two had barely made it halfway to the booths before a bumbling rabbit had crossed the path of the horse, spilling his drink on the larger male as he stumbled.

"What the fuck kid?" The stallion whirled an angry eye towards the nervous smaller fellow.

"Oh shit- I am so sorry." The rabbit stuttered.

"Do you know how much the shirt FUCKING costs?"

"I--I was tripped, and I--I--"

"I 'otta kick the living shit out of you!" The equine, turned hyper masculine, cracked his knuckles, drunk on his bodily superiority over the smaller male.

Overly aggressive, prone to violence, and looking for a fight. Okay, this has gone on long enough. Thought Narkissos, rolling his eyes before he spoke out loud, "Take it easy buddy. He's with me. He's just some pledge from my frat."

"What?" The rabbit exclaimed, shaking in the presence of the threatening and agitated equine.

"Yea and what frat is that?" The equine questioned.

"Alpha Alpha...uhh...Quattro Omega." Ad-libbed Narkissos.

"Yea, well keep your pledges inline. Fucking bitch little faggot."

"I'm sorry what did you just call him?" Narkissos curved an eyebrow, raising it slightly.

"A bitch little faggot." The equine laughed turning his back to the rabbit and pointing to him with an over the shoulder thumb, "Pledges, amiright?"

"Thought so..." Narkissos cleared his throat and then titled his body passed the equine to address the gorilla bouncer at the door. Sub vocally he communicated with him once again, "He's all yours. Get him out of here."

Within seconds, a large primate hand gripped itself tightly on equine's shoulder. In a deep raspy voice the bouncer pulled the Equine backwards, "That's it. You are out of here."

There was an altercation between the equine and the bouncer but not one that concerned Narkissos as he led the Rabbit away from the duelling titans. Once in a safe distance, the two sat across from each other in a booth. Narkissos's targeting system turned back on the minute the rabbit was across from him. In the back of his mind words began to congeal into conclusive formations as he studied the fur.

Shy, nervous, first timer at the bar. Skinny, small, hungered, Looks like he might be a student. But no, there's something more. A twitch behind Narkissos's eyes gestured a next level magnification, He's alone at the bar. His eyes, sad, lost, alone, desperate, searching. Clothing, cheap, jeans ripped. Narkissos grinned, his fangs showing, He's a runaway. And definitely first time at the bar. Must have just had his 18th birthday, must have ran away from home the minute he was legally an adult. How fascinating! Observation complete, now onto the final verdict, Shy types are too easy. Looking for a place to stay? Definitely a clinger. Shy and young? Probably a virgin, probably never even been with a woman. Too small, too skinny, no good at all.

"So," Awkwardly trailed the rabbit as the Jaguar, wide-eyed, continued to study him. Encased within his own mind the jaguar had become wordless, emotionless, and perfectly still save for a few twitches of his eyebrows. Feeling concerned, the rabbit feared the Jaguar might have spontaneously dived into some form of seizure.

The jaguar escaped his thoughts, coolly relaxed, and leaned his back into the booth behind him, "Yea, you are just not going to do. Listen kid, I know you ran away from home, probably the first time you've ever come to the city alone, but whatever you're young mind has told you about bars, whatever you've heard about easy woman, endless drinks, and good times by all, you 'aint going to find it here. Try a pub, try some of the student bars up the street, or just go back home. But with this bar, you have come here alone and you're going to leave alone and most probably with a black eye. This is no place for you."

The bunny, white in fur, his eyes multicoloured, one blue, one green, acted in shock, "How did you know I'm a runaway..."

"It's a talent." The jaguar absently responded to the bunny, his eyes searching around once again.

"Are you some kind of super-observant mega pick-up artist or something?"

"Now there's a thought." The jaguar placed his eyes on the delicious rump of a distant bar patron, the gesture obvious enough so the rabbit would notice. His gaze had set on a male lion who talked drunkenly close to his other lion friend. The drunk lion had his arm wrapped around the baffled and uncomfortable other male, and seemingly was in the middle of an "I love you man" lecture.

The rabbit became suspended in a brief instance of confusion. Following the black cat's gaze, he looked at the distant lion's himself, "They your friends or something?"

"They will be by the end of tonight." Narkissos responded, deriding some sense of devious joy from the comment.

"What exactly is that suppose to mean?" The rabbit snapped his head back to the Jaguar, "Are you--?" He paused, holding his thoughts, "What exactly have you come to this bar for?"

The jaguar stood up from the booth, "I'm here for what everyone else is here for." Narkissos winked at the bunny..."I'm here to pick up." ...before leaving the rabbit alone at the table.

Half in amazement, half in shock, the rabbit watched as the jaguar came up to the bar to greet the two lions. There was a brief exchange of words, then the three of them were laughing, then Narkissos pointed the other Male towards some lady at the bar, and they laughed again. Somehow during this brief conversation the jaguar had managed to slink his way between the two friends, arm around the drunken lion, but all of his attention on the other. Another joke said, and then the drunken lion rubbed his face against the neck of the Jaguar. This seemed to upset the black cat and he quickly pushed the Lion off of him handing him back to his buddy. Returning his way to the booth he acted surprised when he saw that the bunny was still there,

"What the HELL was that?" The rabbit blurted.

"A mistake, that's for sure." Calmly replied the jaguar as his gaze starred absently before him. Suddenly reposing, he turned a sharp head towards the rabbit, "What are you still doing here? Did I not advise you to leave?"

"Did you just try to pick those lions up?"

"Try? Oh I did more than try! I DID pick those lions up. More specifically, I picked one of them up. But it turns out he was already gay." The jaguar shrugged.

Silent but blinking repeatedly the bunny's mind appeared to have stalled. His lips moved to speak a few times but his thoughts seemed to be moving faster than he could vocalize them. Shaking his head, he finally recollected, "Okay wait, do you come to straight bars... to pick up guys?"

"In a way, I guess."

"But, you don't pick up gay men."

"Everyman I pick up is gay. I just prefer the ones who don't know it yet."

"So you come to a straight bar to pick up guys who come to the bar to pick up girls..."

"And?"

"Well that's a bit silly is it not? Why not stick to your...uhh...own people."

"My own people?" The jaguar laughed and sat himself back down in the booth, "Well 'my own people' are too easy. It's simple really; I get bored without a challenge."

"Are you going to try and pick up me?" The bunny responded leaning away from the jaguar with a guarded look.

"The thought came across my mind in all honesty. But not only are you too easy of a target, I also don't find you that particularly attractive."

Doubly insulted, the bunny aggressively lowered his brow, "I'm not gay! I'm not even remotely interested in you. I like girls, and as a matter of fact, they seem to like me just fine. Who the hell do you think you are?"

"My name's Narkissos. And who the hell do you think you are?" The rabbit noticed when the Jaguar spoke his own name, there was a glint, a brief shimmer in his eyes. It was alluring in its own right. His golden eyes, the eyes of a hunter, became accompanied by an undeniable sense of inner confidence.

"My name is Orpheus." The rabbit deflated, sinking into his booth.

"Well Orpheus, you keep my game a secret and I'll keep your sexuality a secret. Which, who are you kidding, is as straight as a rainbow."

"Are you often so forefront with your targets, or..." The bunny lost his wit, his words evaporating, "I'm not gay!" He demanded.

"Not yet." The jaguar taunted suddenly enjoying his interactions with the smaller rabbit, "But at the same time, any straight guy would have gone up and left by now. So I'm left to wonder why exactly are you still here?"

On the dance floor, the music had turned into a slow, bass-bump grind, the pulsating rhythm becoming the gravity between genitalia as opposing sexes attached themselves by a perverse need to imitate the art of reproduction. A musky scent had filled the air, Male erections growing and collectively secreting liquids. They became partnered by the private folds of the females who moistened and glistened underneath their fabric layers. Some of the more braver males had sunken their fingers into these private places as they grinded from behind, braver females would do the same for their male partners, reaching behind with their own exterior explorations, and those in a relationship would face each other as they committed to this sexual agreement, tongues twisting, translating a language of need.

All the while, as the aroma grew, the rabbit become lost in the devious eyes of the black feline. The question had caught him off guard as he searched for an answer. A black hole, a bottomless pit, an open drain, the burning eyes of the jaguar seemed to suck in any thought the rabbit could muster. He was walking the plank now, swords poking and prodding him off the board-- but he wasn't ready to sink, not yet,

"Maybe I just need a friend." The rabbit avoided the temptation to exhale.

"Oh I can be quite friendly," Quickly retorted Narkissos.

Where were the rabbit's words? In any occasion he would have been considered sharp witted, an improvised poet, a cunning wordsmith, but it seemed no shield could hide the jaguar's medusa stare. The more he looked into those dark gold eyes the more he became stuck in their amber. How much longer could he hide the desire that dug into him, that hollowed out his insides,that made him feel like a cavity in need of filling? There was no denying how handsome the Jaguar was, and even if he tried, the sexual miasma generated off the dance floor made him drunker then any alcohol.

"I bet you need a place to stay tonight." The Jaguar's charm continued as the rabbit failed to prevent the two from becoming momentarily paw in paw.

"I actually have my own apartment. I may be a runaway but I'm not completely hopeless." The rabbit, heart pounding, jolted his paw away from the Jaguar's grasp.

"And in that apartment you probably sleep on some mangy cot with a leaky pipe above? Mould on the walls, spiders in the upper corners, a weird smell constantly in your nose."

"Sounds like home..." Sighed Orpheus.

"Look at my jacket, look at my watch, it'll give you an idea of the kind of place I live in. The kind of place I'm inviting you to stay." The Jaguar got up from the booth fixing his jacket.

"Wait, where are you going?"

"I've suddenly realized the music here is giving me a headache. I don't want to stick around anymore. You have your invitation, I'm out of here." The jaguar turned sharply and walked towards the bouncer at the door. With Narkissos's back to the rabbit, Orpheus had stayed behind in the booth. Thinking the jaguar was no longer looking he quickly began to jot down notes on a miniature pad he had kept hidden within his pocket. However, Narkissos in using his kung-fu grade prereferral vision had indeed seen the rabbit. Shaking his head, he swore under his breath, "Son of a bitch."

As Narkissos passed by the bouncer on his way to exit the bar, the gorilla stopped him with a heavy hand on the feline's elbow, "Going alone tonight?"

"Sure am, Frank."

"I'll be off at 4." He muttered, pulling the jaguar in closer. With ape-lips suddenly against feline ears, the bouncer worked his hand over the jean barrier of a half-erect feline cock.

"Sorry Frank. You know the rule." The jaguar muttered back, pulling his head slightly away, grasping the Gorilla's wrist with his paw. The gorilla kneaded the Jaguar's cock with desperate fingertips, feeling the feline's arousal grow within his tease. Thinking to the past, Narkissos admitted the gorilla had been a good fuck. He was ravenous in his thrusts, strong in his body, but yet gentle like a born romantic. Narkissos had topped him the first night, but the second night the gorilla would not be submissive again, and then the third night the two wrestled positions until both of them were well filled with each other's seed. The gorilla was fun, but Narkissos had rules...

"Only three times." The gorilla reluctantly let go, a long frown on his face, "But give me an exception. Come on we were great together. You are the only man I've ever had. The only man I could ever be with. There's something about you--I feel like, I could almost be in lov-"

"Oh shove it." Spontaneous aggression exploded in the form of a heavy handed shove against the chest of the Gorilla. A vicious sneer lacerated the Gorilla within its razor wire gaze as Narkissos exited the bar tugging his belt and fixing his jeans as he tried to reposition the erection that had grown in his pants.

Part 2: The Hunter's Adversary.

As Narkissos made his way home the streetlights above burned him within a luminescent inferno, fluorescent advertising blinded him with sadistic lustre, and a pulsating erection twisted his mind within a mesh of thorny vines. His sense of control was fading. His cool, his collect, his confidence, falling off like bits of armour suddenly coming loose. His defenses deteriorating, whatever was underneath now began to shine. Creeping out from egg-shell cracks was the image of a cat now desperate to fuck, a cat desperate to become dumbfounded in a white-wash ecstasy, a cat becoming lost in a swirl of erotic chaos.

"I could almost be in love." Derisively mimicked the aggravated Jaguar before screaming, "Idiot!" and forcefully throwing his foot into a nearby trashcan. As the trashcan rolled away, leaving behind a trail of filth and dirt, he flicked through his phone, was there anyone in his contacts that he had not already fucked three times?

Was there any friends? A mothering voice whispered along echoing winds.

"Narkissos!" The rabbit was running to catch up to Narkissos.

"Thought you weren't gay." Growled the jaguar in a cruel tone.

"What? I'm not." The rabbit stood before the black cat, "I just..."

"Exhibit A, "The jaguar interrupted, "Your underwear. You have failed to conceal the fact that you are wearing designer briefs, tangerine ones to be exact. Excusable, perhaps if you were just a little bit metro sexual." The jaguar one paw aggressive, grabbed the rabbit by the neck and pulled him in close, and with one paw nimble, found the rabbit's notebook, "Exhibit B, your notebook." He quickly scanned through the pages and then chucked the small book away. Searching again, he brought up the rabbit's wallet. With his aggressive paw he heaved the rabbit away pulling a business card out of his wallet, "Exhibit C," He read off the card, "Orpheus Hardfoot, Online LGBT Journalist." The Jaguar snapped before whipping the card and wallet towards the bunny that had fallen onto his rump.

"I can explain..."

"You are not the first journalist who's tried to get the inside scoop on me. You buzzards are getting better at your job, I'll give you that. But my craft, my art is my own. I'm not some story for you guys to publish; I'm not some subject for you to interview. What I do, I do in secret. I DO ALONE. You almost had me going I admit. You're a good actor, I almost believed you to be true. But no-one gets passed me."

"There's a lot of money for your interview Narkissos." The rabbit said, standing up on his feet, "You're a tough man to find. You wouldn't believe the kind of sleuthing I had to do to get to you. When I was following your trail a lot of people refused to say anything about you. Some afraid to admit their homosexual encounters, others believing that they loved you. I have done a lot of work to get here tonight. I'm not just going to leave..."

Narkissos interrupted, "No, I don't expect you to just leave. You guys can be worse than fleas." The jaguar sharply turned and continued to walk away.

Orpheus followed, struggling to keep up with the walled-in Narkissos. "Let me just say something. I'm not just going to leave. But not because I want an interview. I mean at first I did. I hunted you because I wanted my report. But now, now that I met you," the rabbit spoke frantically trying to grab the attention of the feline, "I find myself suffocated by my own desire. I won't write my article, I'll find something else to write about, but you have to let me be with you tonight."

"Nice try, but it won't work." The Jaguar grunted.

Let it work! pleaded the desperate voice of Narkissos's unappeased genital.

"I know it sounds a bit--," The rabbit, paused as the jaguar had sped up his walk, "Slow down, just let me talk, hear me out please!"

Hear him out, please! Scream Narkissos's despairing appendage.

Narkissos continued to ignore the two voices, making his way into one of the many Deppaneur's that infested the city's downtown district. Inside the cramped, box shaped convenience store, Narkissos bought himself a "Kitty Catsu" Chocolate Bar before exiting the store and continuing his walk home. All the while, the rabbit followed, trying to grab the attention of the stubborn male,

"After the quest I went through to find you, actually meeting you like this is like finding some sort of lost artifact. Excuse me for being a bit sensationalist, I'm a writer it's what I do, but honestly, I feel like I've been searching for Atlantis, and now that I've seen it, all I want to do is keep it a legend. I won't disrespect your glory, I won't. You're a legend, a walking marvel, a myth more powerful in fiction then in truth. I know this. But you can't let me leave this quest empty handed." Orpheus had become caught up in his words, his attempts at courtship turning more pitiful as he made it into something reminiscent of a Shakespeare performance. Whether he had done so on purpose was unclear.

"We're here." The jaguar stopped in front of the entrance of a large apartment building, spinning his keys in one paw, holding the half-unwrapped chocolate bar in the other. Chomping down on the chocolate covered wafer, he grinned at the rabbit that starred at him perplexed.

"Can--" He paused to consider his next words, "Are you going to invite me in?"

"Sure." He shrugged taking another bite.

"Even if--I mean I'm a journalist--Even if there is some sort of chance I might blow your cover in some controversial article?"

"Well part of me could find your persistence almost complementary, I suppose. Another part of me is quite sure this is the only way to get you to stop your blabbering. And another part, a much larger part then the former two, just wants a good fuck tonight."

Part 3: The Hunter's Huntress's Den

Narkissos's apartment was an entire floor all on its own. Larger then most people's houses, the lofty and open apartment's main lobby combined the living room and kitchen together, leaving the bathroom and bedroom within their own separate rooms. The lobby itself was designed with a "modernist" appeal. Slick and futuristic, sumptuous but yet also basic, the living room and kitchen both became dependent upon a colour scale most designers would elaborately refer to as, "Onyx."

Orpheus had never seen such luxuries and upon entering the home found himself becoming a proverbial deer in headlights. His eyes wide, his jaw loose, he never imagined that a life this luxurious was possible outside of Hollywood films. The mind of a journalist filled his head with questions, but before he could even ask Narkissos about his occupation a high-pitched scream diverted his attention.

Orpheus whipped his head towards the living room sofas where a spotted and blonde ass floated up from behind the back of the couch momentarily before sinking back down, the fluid motion reminiscent of a whale briefly breaking the surface of an ocean's horizon.

"Lily, baise moi plus fort!" Called a female voice.

"Sister do I have to remind you what bedroom's are for?" Narkissos now in the kitchen, grabbed a water bottle from the fridge, the candy wrapper he once had now discarded on top of a black kitchen counter.

A younger, female and spotted leopard popped up from behind the couch, her expression flushed, her breasts exposed, she was rigid at first, but then seconds later her body went limp as she fell onto the back of the couch, and then she went rigid again gripping the back of the couch tightly before smoothly exhaling an elongated, "Ohh Yes"

Falling relaxed only to suddenly perking back up, the younger feline cutely replied, "Yes bro-bro?"

"Maybe you want to do this in the bedroom?" aggressively suggested the darker feline.

Again her body seemed to melt like butter, a wave of ecstasy shuddering through her body. At first it looked as though she was about to say something but instead she turned her face away from her brother and then sunk back down behind the couch.

"What the---?" the rabbit said shocked before he become interrupted by a screaming loud, "Ohhh god." Only this time the voice had come from a different female.

Taking a large gulp from his water bottle, Narkissos let out a deep sigh before rolling his eyes.

"Excuse me." Narkissos muttered as he walked passed Orpheus and towards the couch. Behind the couch an ensemble of female voices orgasmically sang, their cumulative pleasures filling the apartment with the most erotic of vocalized sounds. Moans, gasps, sighs, and declarations towards higher spiritual entities filled the air but did little to help Orpheus fathom, What exactly the fuck was going on?

Suddenly the voices stopped and immediately became replaced by upset screams as Narkissos emptied the rest of the water bottle onto the orgy that was apparently happening behind the couch. Two female gazelles popped up from behind the couch, appearing like sock puppets making their entrance during a child's theatre. They were identical in appearance, twins perhaps, their breasts concealed by their arms as they gave witness to Orpheus's shocked face.

"Bro-Bro!?" The sister screamed standing up herself, water now dripping down her angry face, "What the fuck is wrong with you!?"

"Lily...Bedroom, now." Narkissos commanded, extending a long finger and pointing towards the door at the other side of the room."You too!" He yelled at the gazelles. Their faces combined in both confusion and worry.

"Venez ici mes filles. Allons-Y." Said Lily grabbing the two gazelles by their hands and leading them towards the guest bedroom.

"You are going to explain that, right?" Orpheus said in a panic.

"It's just my sister Lily. She likes to stay here from time to time."

"And it's perfectly okay for her to have lesbian threesomes on your couch?"

"No, it's not, my living room is going to stink like vagina for weeks now!" Replied Narkissos, annoyed as he eyed the water spilt over his couch.

"You are truly the most fascinating, if not confusing man, I have ever had the pleasure of witnessing."

"Fucking slut." Murmured Narkissos turning away from the mess left on the couch, "Did you say something?"

"I guess it runs in the family doesn't it." Observed Orpheus.

"Bedroom is this way." Narkissos said ignoring the rabbit's comment.

Part 5: The Hunter's Sanctuary

** ** The bedroom was furnished much like the lobby/living room/kitchen of the apartment and that's all Orpheus could notice before Narkissos had dived a heavy tongue into the mouth of the rabbit. Part of Orpheus's white-furred face became tightly grasped within one of Narkissos's dark paws. All the while Narkissos's other paw had lowered itself downward along the rabbit's chest. Slipping past the jeans, Narkissos's swiftly moving downward grasp was completely ignorant of any panting that attempt to block its descent.

Orpheus had already known how smooth Narkissos could be in speech, but as their mouths ravenously exchanged fluids and flesh, he suddenly had become aware of all the others ways Narkissos was a master of the tongue. In his pants, Narkissos's paw rapidly stroked the rabbit's full erection, and already it had caused a substantial amount of Orpheus' precum to leak unto the paw's black fur. Soon his jeans became a prison, to tight for both the paw and erection, and with much haste he pulled the pair down to his ankles. His tangerine underwear soon following suit.

Their fiery kiss continued as Narkissos picked up the rabbit in a tight embrace and threw him unto the bed. Orpheus was tossed on his back, the blubberous water bed below him swallowing the impact. As the watery mattress waved the rabbit up and down, Narkissos whipped the jeans and underwear off of Orpheus's feet tossing them into some corner of the bedroom. Narkissos stood at the foot of the bed throwing his jacket off before moving to his belt. But before he could even unlatch himself, the rabbit had moved to help him. Pulling the leather strap, the rabbit callously discarded the belt and then freed Narkissos's own erection from his pants. Using a guiding paw, the rabbit pulled Narkissos's own dark coloured shaft out from the hole of his opened fly.

Immediately he put the cock into his eager mouth. Twisting his tongue, he rode his head down the long rigid meat until it prodded him in the back of the throat. Narkissos's cock was long, full, and thick; it was the perfect weapon to accompany the virile hunter. It was difficult to deep throat, but not impossible, and Orpheus half expected that Narkissos enjoyed when he gagged on the plump spear. A stroke for the ego and the cock, thought Orpheus at his next given chance to breathe.

As the rabbit worked on Narkissos's long cock, Narkissos undressed the rest of his body. He rid himself of his shirt, his tie, and his accessories, tossing them away as though they were cheap rags. Narkissos was fully naked and this gave Orpheus the opportunity to stare upon the glorious hunter. His dark-furred image was no different than the photo-shopped perfected image of a magazine's male model; the only difference was Orpheus was witnessing this man in real time. Every muscle, every part of the male form deemed aesthetic, was perfectly toned. He was a bodily wonder, both beautiful in constructed form and gifted in natural assets. His beauty was obsessive, How does such a fur even exists? Wondered Orpheus.

With a firm shove outwards, Narkissos pushed the rabbit off his erection and fell onto the bed with him. There was a brief pause to let the rabbit take his own shirt off before the two joined in a kiss yet again. Now firmly grasped in a single dark paw the two erections stood against each other. Orpheus's cock was trumped in size when compared against the jaguars, but the eroticism of the rigid shafts rubbing together defused any sense of inadequacy. Orpheus knew he was not as wonderful as Narkissos but no-one ones, so what sense was there in comparing?

White fur, black fur, their image become reminiscent of Zen philosophies, yet there was no serenity in the acts they accomplished on the water bed. Shifting around in the bed, Narkissos made sure that no act of foreplay went undone. Sixty-Nine, frotting, oral, more frotting, nipple stimulation, another bout of frotting, until finally two lubricated paw fingers found themselves working the rabbits hole. The jaguar was untameable; he led this sexual roller-coaster like a militaristic dictator leads his people. Whatever they did, it came from Narkissos unspoken and ultimate direction as though they were following a sort of specific, "How to guide."

"Funny." Narkissos commented as he slipped two fingers in and out of the rabbit, preparing him for the intercourse to come. A white streak had been shot across the jaguar's chest, a miss-fire from the rabbit during one of the many times they frotted. He had came moments before but already he was becoming hard again. It was almost impossible not to be aroused when in the naked company of the stunning feline.

"What?" The rabbit huffed out a deep breath, the fingers easily working past his anal boundaries.

"I thought you were a virgin." Laughed Narkissos.

"I...I use to 'play' a lot as a kid."

"Good. I was worried about hurting you." Narkissos grabbed the legs of the rabbit, pulling the rabbit back, while at the same time pushing his hips forward until his cock was pressed against the opened hole. Grabbing his shaft Narissos then shoved himself further making Orpheus cringe as he became penetrated. Despite the toys he had experimented with in the past, Orpheus had still been a virgin, and as he became impaled on the jaguar's impressive shaft, new experiences had become bequeathed onto him.

As the jaguar began to gyrate his hips, as alien sensations faded and became replaced by a familiarity developed from the feline's repetitive thrusting rhythms, Orpheus became divided between a physical sensation of pleasure, and yet also a mental sensation of unease.

Pleasure, physical pleasure, derived from the perfect strokes of his dominant lover. The jaguar's diving spear was somehow able to explore unfelt passages within Orpheus that he had somehow missed in his own private explorations. As though somehow Narkissos was able to know his body better then even Orpheus knew himself. Everything was grand, perfect, crystalline, and divine--and yet that's what concerned the rabbit so deeply. Focus on getting fucked rabbit! The bunny tried to revert his mind elsewhere_._ But his mind could not just switch tracks.

When the jaguar fucked Orpheus, that's exactly what he was doing, he was simply fucking him. He fucked quite well, there was indeed porn-star precision in the way he fucked, but because of this he also fucked hollowly. His eyes were away from Orpheus while he thrusted; his mind was perhaps considering something else. Orpheus then realized that Narkissos did not make love to feel the fireworks, he did not try to feel any kind of spiritual bond, he did not even strike to feel the world cascade, he fucked to get off, to satisfy a need, to fill a void. He was like one of Orpheus's toys, in and out, in and out, in and out, but with no mind at all.

Silly Rabbit! Get your head back in the game!

_ _ Orpheus let out a deep moan as his mental concerns brushed away momentarily, Narkissos had hit a sweet spot within the rabbit and the sensation was electric. It was enough to bring him away from his mental configurations, enough to bring him back to reality. As the perfect phallice repeatedly, rapidly, and rapaciously penetrated in measured jousts into the imperfect pucker, a gentle whine brought Orpheus back into the glory of the raw fucking being given to him. Narkissos himself had become induced under a mantra of heavy panting and anticipated groans.

He's going to come soon...

The jaguar's muscles clenched, his eyes shut tight, and his white teeth began to show, his thrusts momentarily lost their rhythm. Do it now!

"Open your eyes Narkissos!" screamed the rabbit, pulling the feline's face towards his own.

Narkissos eyes busted open as he shot streams of seed into the rabbit. The white-wash complete, his mind brought into bliss...and then his eyes were locked into the rabbits. His eyes were locked into the rabbits.

His eyes locked into the rabbits. His eyes... Huh?

Narkissos rolled out of the rabbit and onto his side of the bed. For a while he was silent, Orpheus was silent too, but he did not want to be, and then Narkissos spoke,

"I want to make you my apprentice."

"What?" replied Orpheus panting.

"You heard me. Don't make me say it again."

"Of course I heard you, I mean what do you mean?"

"I want you to stay here tonight with me, and in the morning I'm going to screw you again, and then we're going to go shopping I'm going to buy you some new clothes, and then you are going to move in with me."

"So, like your boyfriend?"

"No!" He violently shook his head making the whole bed wave. "No. First lesson, you are my apprentice and only my apprentice, and I'm going to teach you how to play my game."

"Can I ask why?"

"Because you want to know how to play, everyone wants to know how to play my game and I want to make sure you don't write that article about me. So in keeping both our interests in mind, I am only left with one option, to make you my apprentice. "

"And if I refuse?"

"Then you're an idiot. Goodnight."

The panther pulled his covers over his body and slowly fell asleep. At first it was hard for Orpheus to follow, the events of this night had been almost impossibly strange for him. One moment he's hunting the hunter, next moment he's begging to sleep with him, then he is sleeping with him, and now he's--an apprentice? The rabbit could only chuckle to himself as he crept his way over to cuddle the jaguar. At first, he was hesitant to embrace the dark feline, scared he would reject the intimacy, but as his arms came to wrap around the larger male, his only response was a deep and peaceful snore.

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Author's Notes:

Just a heads up, I find myself fogged a bit in the mind so my thoughts might not be so clear.

Hello my furry community, GUESS WHAT? It's FINALS TIME! And guess also what? I'M TOTALLY PROCRASTINATING. Why is it that whenever I should be writing academia I find myself stewing in my bed listening to my muse as she gives off story idea after story idea after story idea.

In all honesty the idea for this story had been stewing around in my head for a while. I believe it came from a revelation where I decided to focus on stories more attained to the everyday, then stories based within pulpy representations of particular genres. I wanted this story to be comedic, to be romantic, and to certainly be erotic, but I also wanted it to feel more REAL than some of the stories I had written in the past. I still think it's a bit, shall-we-say...lavishly extravagant, but toned down from some of my other works on the site. I like what I did with the basic plot of this story. If I didn't feel a particular need to rush it (as I feel deadlines loom closer) I probably could have done a lot more with it, but that's also the benefit of planning a story as a trilogy. Anything I think I missed out here, I can try again later. It's not the best, but it's what I'm going to give for now.

That being said, I did indeed planning on making this story a trilogy, but honestly I can't feel myself committing to any projects before the semester is done. There's a lot on my plate in life right now and although I can say it certainly is all very exciting, there seems to be very little places I can turn too to get a moment's rest. Writing almost becoming my ONLY solitude.

For the next few weeks it's going to be papers and exams and that'll give me a time to wager this stories worth amongst this site's community. If there is enough demand for me to continue the story, I'll continue the story, if not, I'll save whatever I'm planning for later.

I also do have a summer project that I've thought aboot working on. Something that will challenge me I'm sure but also something that I might not be ready to write just yet. Other than that, I have 3 non-furry upcoming projects for 3 separate anthology and magazines. I recently wrote 2 stories, only to have both of them rejected. That's okay, I wasn't expecting to make it in with my first two stories anyways. I'm confident in my abilities. I hope. Now here's a question to ask yourself, why have I chosen to recycle my character Orpheus from, "The Last Show of a Hardrocker?" My answer, "Because it opens up the possibility for ALOT more fun."

On the burner so far I have the following stories in mind, -Chapter 2 of this story Narkissos begins to train Orpheus in the rules of his "game."

-A futuristic, yet Samuri short story telling of a student who goes after his master who plans to kill himself. I'm picturing something more poetic...but yet lots of sword dueling. I have an idea, but can I write it?

-A project for summer I'll choose not to describe yet. ;)

And awaiting on the prep table there might just be a sequel to a certain noir story I wrote a while back. Hehe.