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Mike's eyes popped open at the same time as Hark's. They both sat there for several seconds before they said in unison. "I'm hungry." The pair stood and walked out into the large empty room. Hark looked to his smaller companion.

"So what are we going to do?" His flat emotionless voice barely echoed in the bare room. The fox kicked at a pile of dust on the floor and thought out loud.

"We can't very well just walk into Elysium and expect a free meal. But going out to hunt could be just as dangerous. Marie might have Whips out looking for us by now. Hell, she might have even asked permission to initiate a blood hunt against the both of us." As he scuffed in the dust a thought popped into his head. He raised his gaze to stare into the lifeless eyes of his companion. "Hark, what does a Kindred in a high position value more than anything else?" The Doberman taur looked down to the floor, wracking his brain to try to figure out what the right answer could be.

"The respect or fear of his or her underlings?" Hark replied hesitantly. Mike chuckled quietly, nodding his head.

"Exactly right my friend. Now what would happen if an embarrassing secret were to get out about said Kindred? Maybe if say... a certain Primogen was seen by several reliable sources fraternizing with a group of Blisters? Anyone seen associating with those diseased creatures would be looked down upon, but if a Primogen was seen with them..."

"No one would either respect or fear that particular Primogen. Regardless of power or ties?"

"Exactly! Even if it was a bit robotic. And what if a certain fox had a video of a particular Primogen laughing and gallivanting with a particularly gross group of Blisters?" Mike held up his cell phone, quickly pressing buttons and laughing almost maniacally.

"Do you really have a video of Marie with those things?" Mike nodded and held up the screen of the phone to the taur, barely able to keep it still while he laughed. Just as he had said, there was Marie and four other Kindred standing next to a filthy, unconscious, homeless looking bull. They were indeed talking and laughing excitedly. The quality of the video was near perfect. Every feature could be seen, which in this case, was not completely good thing. The four Kindred talking to Marie were obviously Blisters. They were dressed in almost hooker like attire, and the sores around their mouths were quite easily seen. Not a flattering video for even the lowliest neonate to be caught in. But this could destroy the reputation of even the most powerful Kindred. And when it came right down to it, that's where a leader gets most of their pull. Mike pulled the phone back and started typing again. Hark tilted his head to the side, watching the fox quizzically. "What are you doing?"

"Marie might have gotten a few of her little rakes to come after me and might even be trying to get a blood hunt going right now. But I still know a few Kindred would do me just a tiny little favor." He stood there typing for several minutes before he closed his phone and looked to Hark with a devilish grin on his muzzle. "Let's go pay her a little visit."

***

Cygnus leapt out of his bed and ran through his apartment and to his front door. He ripped the chair from under the doorknob. "Morning Cyg. Do you want some pancakes?" He stopped dead in his tracks with his paw still on the knob. He turned to the kitchen, where the voice had come from. There standing in front of his rarely used stove, wearing a white apron, was Quinn Jr.

"Where the hell did you get stuff for pancakes?" The thought of getting free food drove away the anger towards the young rat for leaving his bedroom door open.

"Your neighbor got evicted and your landlord was hauling all of his stuff down to the street. I heard him moving this morning so I asked if we could have some of his junk and he said yes. Oh yeah, I got you a new TV too." The rat pointed over towards where the broken TV used to sit, and in it's place was a brand new plasma screen television. "We also got all the food the guy had. He had good taste I'll give him that. I'm not quite done yet, so you can go take a shower if you want." The black lab was about to take the rat's advice and head for the shower but the smell of the pancakes stopped him.

"Oh wow. Those smell really good Quinn. What's in them?" He walked over to stand next to his new roommate/chef, sniffing the air like the four-legged canine he resembled, only to get a light bop on the nose.

"It's just a mix from a box, now take a shower and put some pants on. I might have solved our food problem, but we still don't have any money. And you can't very well go hunting naked." Cygnus blushed a bit at the realization that he was still very nude. He quickly walked back to his bedroom and grabbed a pair of blue jeans and black shirt from his old worn dresser and went to his bathroom. It wasn't an extravagant bathroom. Merely functional, the way he liked it. The room was basically non-descript save for the rubber duckie wall paper left over from the previous tenant. There was the basic white toilet, a sink with the stopper sitting on the edge, and a regular shower/bath occupying the rest of the space. Cygnus took care of his morning duties before turning on the hot water and setting his clean clothes on the closed toilet lid. He looked into the reflection in his plain medicine cabinet.

Once again he was shocked that he wasn't completely wasted away to skin and bones. He ran a paw along his cheeks and jaw line, as if making sure that the medicine cabinet's reflection was accurate. His hair was getting long as well. Cygnus knew that long hair is a definite no-no in his line of work, but he had neither the cash nor the time to schedule an appointment. He started to get lost in his mental sea of money trouble when the sight of fog on the mirror reminded him of his shower. The lab pulled back the curtain and stepped into the hot water, sighing heavily as he felt it soak his fur. He ran his fingers through his coat, pulling out a few knots here and there. Cygnus reached to the hanging metal basket on the shower head and grabbed a bottle. He squirted a bit of blue, delightful smelling gel onto his paw and started rubbing it into his fur. As he worked up lather his thoughts returned to last night. Not the fight, not the warehouse, not the coincidence of meeting the buck again, but to when he first ushered Quinn into his room.

***

The event passed through his mind just as it had last night, but when he pulled Quinn's paw away from his mouth things deviated a bit. He could feel Quinn's eyes on his sheath, but instead of turning away he stood there and let the rat stare. Cygnus stared right back at Quinn's chest and flat stomach. The rat wasn't buff, merely trim. His eyes traveled back up and for the first time he had noticed the boy's eyes were a deep gorgeous green. He couldn't take his eyes off of them.

***

Outside of his mind Cygnus ran his paws over his chest, lightly dragging his claws over his nipples and down to his navel. His paws didn't stop their decent until they reached his waist. He slid his paw down, letting his sheath slide between his ring and middle finger, letting a tiny moan escape his lips. The pink tip of his length was already poking out the end of his sheath.

***

"Do you like what you see?" asked Cygnus's mental Quinn. He merely nodded. Quinn took his paw from the labs grasp and slid down his toned chest, sliding down and lightly running his claws over the labs nipples and down to his navel. The rat stepped closer and wrapped his paw around Cygnus's sheath. Cygnus jumped a bit. Even in his fantasy world he wasn't used to be being touched in such a sexual way. But he quickly gave in as the rat started to pump his sheath, squeezing the end of it lightly with each pass.

***

In his shower Cygnus leaned his head back and closed his eyes as the rest of his cock slid from its furry hiding place. He wrapped his paw around his meat and started to paw, murring at the feel of the warm water pouring over his body.

***

The mental Quinn leaned forward and pressed his lips to Cygnus's. The lab took the initiative this time and pressed his tongue into Quinn's muzzle. He could feel the boy suckling at the slippery muscle. Cygnus ran his tongue over Quinn's teeth, the taste of the rat driving him wild. As they kissed Quinn continued to pump the lab's sheath between them and soon all seven inches of the dog lay in his hands. Pre had already started to dribble out the tip, down the length, and onto Quinn's paws. He quickly pulled back from Cygnus and brought one of the sticky paws to his lips, licking a bit of the musky fluid.

Cygnus gasped as he was pushed back onto his bed by the smaller male. He stared up the rat as he finished cleaning the pre from his paws with his tongue.

Quinn kneeled down in front of the dog and once again wrapped a paw around Cygnus's pink meat. He leaned down and brought his lips to the labs sac, opening his muzzle to take one of the heavy orbs into it. He started to pump his paw along the labs length, the steady flow of pre making his movements effortless.

Cygnus leaned his head back and let out a small whimper of pleasure. It had been a long time since he had received this kind of treatment and he knew he wouldn't last long. All of the buttons Quinn hit made it feel as if he'd been doing it for years. Every lick along his sac and tease of the rat's paw on his tip brought him closer and closer to orgasm.

***

In the shower Cygnus pawed faster as his knot started to expand. He wrapped two fingers behind the forming knot and started to tug on it lightly. He leaned his head back and couldn't help but moan in pleasure.

***

In the kitchen the real Quinn was piling the last few pancakes onto one of the larger plates he had found in the labs cupboards. He walked over to the fridge and pulled out a bottle of maple syrup and brought both items to the table. He had set out a place for himself and Cygnus. Quinn didn't want to be rude, so he sat at his place and waited for the canine to get out of the shower. His mind started to drift as he waited, thoughts of last night buzzed around his head like angry bees. He couldn't get the sight of Cygnus's body out of his mind. The size of his sheath. He continued to wait and stare at the mound of pancakes for what seemed like hours. Finally he couldn't wait any longer and walked to the bathroom door. He could hear the water running on the other side, but no other sounds. He knocked on the door and called out. "Cygnus? The pancakes are getting cold, are you almost done?" Quinn pressed his ear to the door trying to hear an answer. He could just barely make out a sound. Almost as if someone was moaning in pain. The rat whipped the door open, ran in and threw back the shower curtains.

The two stared at each other. Quinn was still holding a spatula and Cygnus still holding his doghood. Quinn couldn't take his eyes off Cygnus. He was finally brought back to his senses by a stray water droplet hitting him in the eye. He covered his face with his free paw and started muttering a stream of "Oh my gods" and "I'm so sorry". He practically ran from the bathroom, closing the door behind him. Cygnus, still blushing, quickly finished up his shower without finishing his lustful pursuit. He went into his room with a towel around his waist and found some clean clothes, completely forgetting about the clothes on the toilet seat. He walked out into the kitchen where Quinn was sitting quietly at the table.

"Cygnus, I am sooo sorry. I shouldn't have come in. But you sounded like you were in pain and I just wanted to help." Quinn blurted out. But Cygnus simply waved his paw and picked up his fork.

"Don't worry about it Quinn. Let's just eat and get out there." They ate in silence for quite some time before Cygnus spoke again.

"These are really good. Did you add anything extra to them?" Cygnus popped another syrup covered bit of pancake into his mouth, licking a bit of the sugary liquid that dangled from his lip.

"Uhm... yeah. I just added a little bit of vanilla extract and some cinnamon. Nothing too fancy." Quinn didn't look up from his plate, trying to keep the event out of his mind. It wasn't long before several questions started popping into his mind. Questions he had meant to ask his father, but never had the chance.

"Cygnus, what's a Bloodline? I've heard about them but nothing specific." Cygnus put his fork down and swallowed the last bit of pancake in his mouth before answering.

"Well, you know about clans and what not, well Bloodlines are basically sub-clans. Off shoots of the clans if you want to think of it that way." The lab was about to pick his fork and start eating again when the youth assaulted him with more questions.

"What kind of Bloodlines are there?" Cygnus stared at his fork as put together a small list in his mind.

"Well, there could be thousands. Any Kindred can create his own Bloodline technically. Although it is very difficult and time consuming. The ones I know of that are in Rock Fall are the Bruja, Morbus, a few Burakumin, and the Serrat."

"Okay, so what is the difference between them?" Cygnus sighed. The differences were numerous, as were the similarities.

"Well, it's very difficult to explain. The Bruja are a Gangrel bloodline and are basically a Kindred motorcycle gang. They're filthy to the core and even having just a few in Rock Fall is trouble. They really don't care about the Masquerade or Kindred traditions. I could give you the whole history on them but we don't have the time."

"Okay, what about the Burakumin?"

"No no, Boo-rah-koo-min. A Nosferatu bloodline. Pretty easy to identify. They're an Asian dominated sect and are just as... disturbing... as their parent clan. They are essentially Necromantic Kindred. They have a powerful Discipline they call Getsumei. They can magically preserve corpses, or even turn them into walking dead."

"... Wow. What about the Serrat?"

"Ah, a very new Bloodline of the Mehket. Mehket love the dark, and love even more to go unnoticed. They're very sneaky, but the Serrat Bloodline takes it to an extreme. They will go to any distance to become more in tune with the shadows. Many of them have willingly damaged their voice boxes to make speech very difficult or impossible so that they can't accidentally give away their positions. They're self proclaimed master assassins and intelligence gatherers."

"You seem to know a lot about them for being such a stealthy group."

"You have to. Knowing members of the Serrat is critical in getting some of the higher paying jobs. Or in case there is a target you cannot get to. Hire one of them to take out your target for you and give them a cut of the profits. That usually works out quite well."

"Geez... Uhm... one last question. What are covenants? Cygnus sighed trying to decide the best way to describe the Kindred covenants. Such explanations even elude the older vampires.

"The best way to describe a covenant would be a Kindred religion, or faction. The clans and bloodlines may be "race" or "family", but any clan or bloodline can join a covenant... usually. Some covenants may ban certain Kindred."

"What's the point of joining a covenant if you're a Kindred?"

"Well it's basically a statement of your Kindred beliefs. Though a few are known to do it simply for the boost in power, network, and in some cases, you can learn powerful rituals. Let's say you join The Circle of the Crone. I had the displeasure of fighting one of their members." Cygnus shivered as he recalled the night in that nightclub. There was so much blood. The stench was overpowering by the time he left.

"As a full member you may be taught the Cruac rituals that the "Hierophant" or leader of that domain feels you can be trusted with. These rituals are just like the disciplines, but are often... more unpleasant to deal with." Cygnus shuddered again and pushed away his plate. Quinn shook his head, a confused look on his face.

"That's... a lot to take in. I don't know if I can remember all of it."

"Don't worry. Keep your head down and ears open and you'll learn. Now there is something I have to warn you about. Tonight we're going to go see my contact Roc." Quinn finished his last bite of pancake and tilted his head.

"Is he... dangerous?"

"Dangerous? Not to us. He's a Daeva. He owns a strip club downtown." Quinn stood up and grabbed the plates off the table.

"What's a Daeva?" He turned at took the plates to the sink and started to rinse them off.

"A Kindred clan. Best way to describe them would be as Kindred Nymphomaniacs." Cygnus jumped as he heard a plate clatter into the bottom of his sink.

"They... they can have sex!? Ewww gross!" Quinn moaned, turning to stare at the black canine.

"Oh yeah. They're damn good too from what I've heard." Quinn shivered and gave Cygnus a look of disgust.

"Cygnus... you haven't."

"Well... no. It's not as disgusting as it sounds. With the Blush of Life they're basically alive."

"Oh my god that's soooo gross! And all of these vampire terms! Don't you think about anything else? Haven't you tried to learn about something less... macabre?" Quinn turned and washed his paws, scrubbing vigorously, as if trying to wash off the thought of having sex with one of those creatures.

"Not really. Oh, and the Blush of Life is when they use some of their Vitae to force their heart to beat, and resume their bodily functions. It's quite interesting to see really. Some of them have been known to make it last for nights on end."

"I know what it is... Ugh, do we really have to go see this guy?"

"Yeah, if you want some cash that is. He's been very reliable and more than willing to help me."

"Why does he like you so much?" There was a pause as Cygnus tried to think of a tactful response.

"... You could say I'm one of his "preferred customers". I don't even have to give him cash."

"Wow, why's that?" Cygnus, lowered his head and stared at his bare foot paws.

"That doesn't matter. We just need to get ready. Grab your shoes and your equipment. Getting there early is important if we want to do whatever it is he's set up tonight." The canine stood and went to his bedroom. He picked up all of the equipment he had brought the night before, leaving behind the empty Mac 10. He pulled on his black duster and put on his boots. He walked back into the living room just as Quinn was tying his shoes. Quinn stood as Cygnus entered the room.

"I'm ready." Cygnus led the way out the door and down to the street. It didn't take long for them to hail a cab.

"I need to get to Aphrodite's." Cygnus told the driver. The elderly man looked back, first at the dog, then the rat.

"Ah, ya son's eighteenth birthday huh?" The man hit a button on the cab meter and drove off. "I remember the first time my old man took me to a strip club. First show was this red head dancing with a giraffe. Oh man, they both had the biggest tits I've evah seen." Cygnus put a paw to his face, rubbing between his eyes. This isn't the first time he'd had to listen to stories of strip club visits from cab drivers, and it definitely wouldn't be the last.

***

Mike and Hark stepped through the door into Elysium. It wasn't as crowded as it usually was. They both walked to the "Buffet" table and each took a goblet filled with blood. Gimbal was sitting on the stage, just as he had the night before. He watched the Kindred go about their business as if it were the most interesting thing in the world. Just as Mike had turned to head for the stairs Jan and Jorgen stopped him.

"Mike! Where the hell are you going?!"

"Before you answer Jan, tell me why you're even here!? Marie is pissed! When Melko told her off for asking for a blood hunt on you she told some of her people to find and kill you." Mike had a bit of difficulty understanding the twins. Their accents were thicker than London fog.

"Don't worry, this whole thing will be over real quick." He took another step towards the stairs.

"Are you going to kill her? Right here at Elysium?" They asked in unison. Mike chuckled a bit.

"Physically? No, but I might destroy her reputation if she doesn't call off her peons." The twins exchanged a glance, made comical by their perfect symmetry.

"How are you going to do that?" Jan asked.

"Come with me and you'll see." The group tromped up the stairs and arrived at the Primogen Lounge. When they knocked the same eagle as last night opened the door. "Is Marie in tonight?" The eagle waved the four in. Mike paused and told the other three to wait outside the door. The fox practically strutted in and closed the door behind him.

"You have a lot of nerve showing up here."

"Why, whatever do you mean Marie? I'm sorry I failed but there wasn't anything I could do."

"You know damn well what I mean! You know you were supposed to die there. Do us all a favor and just go stake yourself right now."

"Marie, you of all people should know that I'm not exactly a charitable person. Favors just aren't my thing." Marie stood up. Mike chuckled a bit as she tried to make herself look threatening. Marie was a short woman with long black hair tied into a tight bun. Even on her good days she was five foot four. She was as beautiful as she was short though. Her immaculate complexion was simply breath taking, but scary she was not. "So what did Melko say when you wanted a Blood Hunt? I know for a fact that I don't have enough Masquerade violations to warrant something like that? Did he say the same thing?" Marie pounded on the table, her dark brown eyes practically glowing red.

"He might not think that a Blood Hunt is necessary, but I do! That bus incident was warrant enough! But no! You had to keep pressing your luck with those fisherman, and that bitch you took on a "date"! You bit her on the sidewalk for gods sake!"

"Come on now. I didn't come here to fight. Sit down and we'll talk like civilized damned souls." There was nothing he loved more than getting under the skin of people that wanted him dead. He didn't know why but it had always been so much fun. "I just wanted to come down and calmly ask you to call off whoever you sent out for me. And don't lie, it's no secret that you've hired someone to kill me." Marie sat down in her seat and smirked.

"Why the hell would I do that? The sooner you die the better. I'm tired of trying to explain to the other Gangrel why I still allow you here."

"Do you like being Primogen Marie?" Marie tilted her head, not sure what the damned fox was trying to get at.

"Well... yes. I do. What the hell does that have to do with anything?"

"What would you do if no one would do what you told them? Would you continue to be a Primogen? A Primogen with no one to order around wouldn't be much of anything in this city. I bet you would just go crawl into a pit sleep for a couple hundred years. Just long enough so that people would forget what a failure you were." Marie slammed her fist on the table.

"What are you getting at Michal!? My patience is wearing pretty damn thin!"

"Do you like hanging out with Morbis as much as you like being Primogen? Which is more important to you? Your disease spreading friends or your position? Better yet, how many diseases do you have? I bet it's somewhere in the teens." Marie nearly leapt across the table at the smiling fox. She barely reigned in her anger. She tried to look as calm as she could. Marie nodded her head and asked softly.

"What... what are you talking about? I don't know any blisters. Why would I even talk to one those dirty things?"

"Awwww. What would they say if they heard you say things like that?" Mike flipped open his cell phone and showed Marie the picture of her laughing with several Morbis, which had become his background. She slumped back in her chair, mouth agape.

"How... how did you get that?" She asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Mike chuckled a bit. "

"Wouldn't you like to know."

"What's to stop me from leaping across this desk and ripping your head off and taking that phone?"

"Well my friends might wonder where I am. They might start sending pictures of me around and asking about me. But they might "accidentally" send this little video by accident, to everyone you know. After all, you were the last one they saw me with." Marie sighed and leaned forward, staring at the ground at her feet.

"It's a fucking video!?...What do you want?" She asked, not even looking up from the floor.

"I want you to call off whoever you hired. I want the feeding grounds I was promised. I want you to allow me to move to a better part of town which means lifting the restrictions you and Melko put in place for me."

"Is that all?" She asked. His requests weren't particularly extravagant. Even if they were she wouldn't have a choice but to acquiesce. He had her by the balls, if she had them anyway.

"Well... there is the final matter of that damned mutt Cygnus. I know how to kill him. All straight forward attempts have failed... but I have a plan. It's quite ingenious if I do say so myself." The fox grinned and chuckled to himself. Marie raised her head and stared at Mike. "But first... I want you to agree to the terms I've set." She mulled it over for several seconds before hesitantly responding.

"All... all right. I agree. I'll send word to the Prince and you have your feeding ground as of now." She pulled a large wine bottle filled to the brim with a thick red liquid. "We'll drink on it. I need one anyway." She pulled two champagne glasses from under the table and filled both with the liquid. She pushed one to the fox. He picked it up and sniffed it.

"This is some high class blood Marie." He took a sip. He had never drank blood of such a high quality, his head buzzed with energy. Mike raised his glass to the scowling Primogen. "To a pleasant, yet tense, partnership." Marie raised her glass, the frown never leaving her face.

***

A yellow cab pulled up in front of Aphrodite's and a heavily blushing white rat stepped out and onto the curb. From the other side of the vehicle a tall black lab stepped onto the street and slammed the door of the cab.

"We said we didn't want to hear any more stories you sick fuck!" The cab squealed it's tires and pulled out into traffic, the driver holding his hand out the window, flipping the bird to the canine. Cygnus returned the gesture and started walking towards Aphrodite's. He stood next to the Quinn and stared up at the gaudy lights adorning each letter in the name of the strip club. It was one of the "nicer" strip clubs. They approached the tinted glass doors of the entrance, only to be stopped by a huge anthro pit bull. He held out one of his massive paws.

"We're closed today for a private function. Ya wanna get in tonight ya gotta to show me some ID." Cygnus dug into his back pocket and pulled out his beat up wallet, he flipped it open and showed the dog his ID. The pit bull grabbed a walkie talkie from his belt and pressed the button. "I've got a lab here trying to get in. His ID says his name is Cygnus. Uhh, his last name is smudged up." There was a pause before the answer came.

"Boss says to let him in."

"He's got a rat with him... looks underage." This time a different voice came over the tiny speaker.

"I said to let him in! He's a personal friend and any company of his is welcome here, now move and let them in!" The guard jumped a bit at being screamed at and quickly moved away from the door.

"Sorry sir, I'm new and I didn't know." He bowed a bit and opened the door. The second the door opened the pair were met with blasting metal music and sweltering heat. They stepped through the threshold and were plunged into semi-darkness. It was hard to see in the dim light, but Quinn could just make out several dozen metal tables, the tops of them covered in bottles. Each table had four chairs that were bolted down to the deep red carpeted floor. The walls had a similar color, but painted in with the deep red were black swirls. There were four separate stages in the huge room. Each one had a single metal pole running from the floor to the ceiling except for the largest one right in front of them. It had three poles and a large backdrop composed of long shiny strands of some kind of material. The other stages were placed one on either side of the large bar. The fourth was on the opposite wall of the bar. All along the rest of the wall were small booths occupied by various species of anthros and humans.

"Go have a seat in one of those empty booths. Don't accept any lap dances or private shows. You can have a drink if you want. If they ask for ID just tell them you're with me." Cygnus informed the small rat. Quinn looked around the club, obviously uncomfortable with the setting.

"Can't I just wait outside? I don't like it in here." He asked, eyeing the empty stages cautiously, as if a crazed stripper were going to jump out and strangle him.

"No, you're safer in here. Just don't stare at anyone. I'm going to go upstairs and talk to Roc. It shouldn't take too long." Quinn nodded and walked over to one the empty booths, passing several mostly nude women serving drinks to the rather quiet patrons. As Cygnus headed to the door next to the bar he was stopped by one of the women.

"Cygnus! Why haven't you come back to see me? It's been like three weeks." She was a tall human with her long black hair tied into a pony tail that went halfway down her back. She was clad in only a black thong and holding a tray with several empty beer bottles on it.

"Sorry Misty, I've been a bit... busy."

"Well aren't you gonna give me a hug!?" The lab pointed to the tray.

"Looks like you're a bit busy right now, maybe on my way out." The woman pouted and stomped off towards the bar. Cygnus shook his head and left the main room. He walked down a hallway that had the same color and paint scheme as the rest of the club. He passed two restrooms and opened the door to the stairwell. As he tromped up the stairs the décor started to change. The black swirls on the wall started to take familiar shapes. Crosses, vampire skulls and Toreador symbols. On the second floor he walked down another hallway, his only company the symbols and pictures on the walls. At the end of the stark hallway was a door. The door was a dark red with a large black symbols on it. A large ravishingly beautiful rose wrapped around a dagger. The rose had always looked so real Cygnus could almost smell its aroma.

He opened the door and stepped into Roc's Haven. Roc had bought new paintings and sculptures since Cygnus's last visit. The room had the same dimensions as the main room downstairs, but had very different décor. The walls had the same red and black paint, but it could hardly be seen through the myriad of paintings and sculptures lining the walls. The sound of opera music played quietly throughout the room from small speakers mounted on the ceiling. At the other end of the room, seated in what could only be called a throne, was the hawk Cygnus had come to see. Roc was wearing a button down shirt that matched the red in the walls and black dress pants. His white and brown feathers were immaculate as usual. Roc stood from his throne, a glass of blood in his feathery paw.

"Cygnus, welcome back. I can't tell you how glad I am to see you. Do you like the new paintings?" He motioned to a portion of the wall. Cygnus was never an art buff and the bird's love of abstract paintings made it hard for the lab to figure out which ones were new.

"They're... great Roc. Listen, I need..." Cygnus was quickly cut off.

"It's gorgeous isn't it?" Roc stepped up to one of the paintings, staring at it intently. " The way the artist splattered the paint onto the canvas, as if it wasn't paint he was using, but his very soul." He took another sip from the cup as he stared at the painting.

"That's great, but I needed a job tonight. Do you have anything available?" Roc heaved a sigh and stepped back from the painting.

"Y'know Cygnus, it seems you only come to see me if you need a job. Why don't you visit just to... visit?"

"I'm sorry, I've been too busy trying to make enough money to eat and avoiding Kindred that want my head." Roc shook his head and walked over to the office section of his Haven. He sat down behind his carved redwood desk and pulled a manilla folder from one of the drawers. He stared at it for a second.

"Mmmm. I have a nicely paying one right here. A bit dangerous, but not too bad."

"I don't care how "dangerous" it is. I need the money."

"I do care. I wouldn't want my favorite toy going off and getting killed do I?" Roc chuckled and walked back across the room and stood in front of Cygnus, the lab only coming up to the hawks neck. Roc held out the paper and just as Cygnus was about to take it Roc pulled the paper away and wrapped his other arm around the labs back, pulling him into a tight embrace. The hawk leaned down and pressed his beak to Cygnus's lips. It was awkward at first, it always was, eventually Cygnus maneuvered around the hard beak and was able to return the hawks kiss. Roc slowly pulled back and stared into the labs eyes.

"Heh, for a minute there I thought you forgot our little deal Cygnus."

"I didn't forget. Let's make this quick, I have a friend waiting downstairs for me."

"Oh? That cute little white rat? Why don't you invite him up and have him join us?"

"This is just between you and me Roc."

"Aww, did I make the pup jealous? Ah well, you're right. I have quite a few meetings set up for tonight so we don't really have a lot of time." Roc turned and walked back to his seat at the far end of the room and sat down. He motioned for Cygnus to come to him. The lab obediently agreed and walked across the room, taking his time in getting to Roc. He stood in front of the hawk for a second before slowly getting to his knees.

"That's a good boy. I didn't actually have to tell you this time." Roc chuckled and stared down at Cygnus, licking his beak as the black canine started to unzip his pants. Cygnus pushed his nose into the opening and felt the slick tip the hawk's cock rub against his nose. Despite himself Cygnus could feel his own length stir in his sheath as he reached out with his tongue and ran it along that tapered avian tip. The hawk above him let out a heavy sigh and leaned his head back.

"Mmmm, it's been a long time since I've felt that wonderful tongue."

Cygnus nodded and wrapped his lips around the slowly growing length and started to suckle like a pup. He felt the tip slip farther and farther back in his muzzle until it reached his throat and he had to back off a bit. Roc placed one of those feathery paws on the back of Cygnus's head and slowly ran his fingers through his head fur. Cygnus wrapped one of his paws around the base of the still growing avian length and started to paw Roc off as he suckled at the tip, hoping the bird wouldn't be able to hold himself back. Of course his hopes were dashed when Roc placed a paw under his chin and slowly pushed him away.

"Now now, don't go too fast or we won't get to the good stuff." Cygnus rolled his eyes and unzipped his jeans, letting them drop to the floor with a thump. The pink tip of his length had already emerged from his sheath. Roc clucked his tongue. "That's a new scar." He said as he pointed to one of the jagged bald spots on Cygnus's thigh.

"A rogue Ghoul got me with a serrated knife." Cygnus slipped into the hawks lap. He just wanted to get the deed done, not reminisce. Roc finally set down his glass of blood and placed one of his paws on the arm of the chair. He reached down and pulled on a small lever. A small amount of slick liquid squirted out into his paw. Cygnus tilted his head and jumped when the bird brought his hand behind him and started to rub it onto his sensitive tail hole.

"A throne that dispenses lube? How much money do you have Roc?" The bird chuckled.

"Enough." Was his reply. He pushed one those feathery digits against Cygnus's lubed hole and slipped it inside. A small whimpering moan escaped Cygnus's lips and his length started to slip from his sheath. As the bird wiggled his finger he pulled Cygnus farther into his lap. Roc slowly withdrew his finger and pressed the tip of his tapered length to Cygnus's puckered tail hole.

"Ju-just be more careful this time. The last time I worked for you I almost ate a bullet because you... Aaaah!" Cygnus let out a shout as Roc hilted himself inside the lab with a single fluid motion.

"Because I what?" He chuckled and ground his hips against Cygnus's backside. Cygnus bit down on his lower lip to stifle the stream of obscenities he wanted to scream. As he adjusted and the pain faded, Cygnus remembered why he was there. He didn't want to be in this damned creatures Haven all night. He slowly raised himself up and sank back down onto the invading member, hoping that the hawk would be quick tonight. The labs own cock had retreated into it's sheath a bit at the burst of pain, but was soon back at full attention.

"Nnngh... C'mon Roc, I'm doin all the work." The hawk chuckled a bit and started to thrust in time with Cygnus's bouncing. Each time Cygnus lowered himself Roc thrusted up, roughly jabbing the labs prostate. The pleasure was building in Cygnus, and in no time he was dripping pre onto Roc's belly.

"Mmmmm, that's a good pup. Just like that." Roc moaned quietly. The hawk wrapped one his feathery paws around Cygnus's length and started to paw him off slowly. Each stroke he paused at the tip to collect some of the canines pre, rubbing the sticky substance over the sharp tip. After a few minutes of this treatment Cygnus's knot started to swell and his bouncing picked up it's pace.

"Ooooh god, y-you'd better be close Roc. If I finish and you don't, it's your own fault." Cygnus yipped as Roc squeezed his slowly growing knot tight, giving it a gentle tug. With his other arm he forced Cygnus onto his cock and with a squawk, started to fill the canine with his seed. Cygnus gasped a bit at the sudden impaling, but the continued tugging on his knot was enough to send him over the edge. He leaned his head back and with a final deep moan he let his climax over take him. Several large ropes of his hot seed splattered against Roc's fancy button down shirt. The rest simply dribbled out onto the waist band of his equally fancy pants. Cygnus couldn't help but chuckle to himself, having ruined the birds clothing. Roc leaned back in his chair, breathing a bit heavily.

"Heh, thank you Cygnus. Ugh, I've almost forgotten how annoying having to breathe was. You can have the file. Everything you need is in there, as usual. Now promise me you won't take so long in coming to see me next time." Cygnus slowly raise himself off the hawks cock, grimacing as it slurped noisily from his tailhole.

"I'll try." He stepped back into his pants and pulled them up before picking up the file. He opened it up and took a quick glance at the name and number. He cursed quietly as he read the name. "Christophe Zen, damn it."