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DISCLAIMER: Because every story needs one. This is a work of fiction. This chapter has M/M love, kissing, cuddling, and gay relationships. No sex though. If you are under the legal age (18/21), it is illegal for you to view this material, or you are offended, you may leave. Otherwise read on. Any resemblance to real people/places/events is purely coincidental in nature. All characters from the series, unless otherwise specified in all parts in existence and from this point forward are copyrighted to Thomas Andrews (tapanther). Permission is given to copy the story for personal viewing, so long as the text remains unaltered. You may not post this story elsewhere without the author's (me) consent. If you wish, send me a PM/email me for permission. I'm sure it will be granted.

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NOTE: Due to me being to lazy to put the coding for italics, all mental notes/thoughts will be in some form of brackets. Ex: [It's been so long since he's been this lively].

By the way, sorry for the delays, but I've been a tad busy with other things. I'll try to write more often, but you can probably expect more delays. (again).

Part 10

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"Well, it's starting to get late, we're gonna head on home. You two can go to the club if you want; invite that McCain guy, he'll love it."

"McKeller, and maybe. Have a great night. I'll have Puppy here call you tomorrow; maybe we can all go on a double date."

"James . . . ugh, why do I even bother?"

"Because you're adorable, that's why Puppy."

I just shook my head and waved goodbye to David and Tavis. [What have I gotten myself into? Still . . . he is so cute, and hot.] I lay back and sipped the last of my coffee. I began to think about what to do.

"So . . . wanna call McKeller?"

"Eh, I dunno. What're we gonna say? 'Hey Keith, wanna go out to a gay club with us? We might just screw with one of the strippers.'? That'll go well!"

"Not so loud! Still, why don't we call him and ask him if he's busy? We'll go from there."

"Okay, but when you ask him to come."

I just nodded and took out my cell.

-Riiiing . . . Riiiing- "Hello?"

"Hey McKeller!"

"Captain Burman? Wh-what can I do for you sir?"

"Hey drop the ranks, James and I were wondering if you were busy tonight."

"Uhhh, no, not really. Why?"

"Great! Wanna hang out with us?"

"I uh, you guys aren't pissed about this morning . . . the hotel and us . . . barging in?"

"Nah, don't sweat it. So, wanna hang or no?"

"Uh sure. Since this is social, why don't you call me Keith."

"Sure thing. Meet us at the Fox Hollow coffee, the one on the corner of Main, near the Wells Fargo."

"Okay, I'll be there in 10 minutes." -Click-

"Good news, he's free. Bad news, I might've forgotten to mention we're going to a club."

"I know, I'm sitting right next to you."

"So just wait till he gets here I guess."

We waited for about five minutes, watching the crowds pass by, when I spotted McKe-, no wait - Keith, Keith swaggering along. Big change from the shy guy from work. He was wearing some kind of university jacket, though I couldn't really tell. He also had a slightly tight pair of jeans, which gave me the faint impression of a bulge. [How the hell does he hide that cock?! It's like twice as big as mine, and it barely makes a bulge.] He twirled around as this cute little fox passed by, and I could tell Keith was checking him out. [Maybe James was right; maybe he has a crush on me.] He strolled into the coffee shop and came to a halt near the entrance, looking for us. I waved at him, and the moment he saw me, I could see his mood change drastically. He went from confident and bold to shy and a little nervous. [Wow, that was a big difference.]

"Hey McKe- no, Keith, Keith, Keith. -Deep Breath- Hey Keith!"

"Hey Chris, James. First thing, I'm really sorry about . . . barging in on you guys this morning."

"Don't worry, besides, you liked what you saw, didn't you?"

He blushed right through his fur after that.

"So, how are you guys?"

"Good. By the way, Chris forgot to mention, we were thinking of going to this club."

"Like a dance club? Or a sex club?"

"Well . . ."

"What Puppy means is the latter."

"Puppy?"

"Ugh, James!"

"Puppy?"

"I'm going to kill you."

"Puppy?"

I just shook my head and covered my eyes. [I'm really gonna kill him one of these days.] I looked up at Keith for a moment, and saw his eyes were gleaming, though more from laughter than anything else.

"So, let's go?"

"Sure. So what club did you say we're going to?"

"James knows."

"It's the one in the alley, with the corridors. We went to it once remember?"

"Wait what?! You went with him?!!"

"Like I said Puppy, you don't pay much attention to stuff. Keith here's been sneaking pics at you in the showers you know."

"James! You said you wouldn't tell!"

"Oh relax! Besides, he's seen your's; we saw that one movie, 'Predator's Plaything'. We also have a . . . deal going."

I could see a hint of red showing through McK-- Keith's gray fur. He was really blushing. I looked at James, and I could see a hint of something, like jealousy maybe? [He must be feeling jealous that I'm paying so much attention to Keith. Hmm, only one way to fix that.] I scooted over and grabbed him, and pulled him into a kiss. Not a very long one, but it got the point through.

"Wow; what happened to 'I don't want anyone to know'?"

"I figured, what the hell, they're gonna find out anyways."

I looked around, and saw a couple people staring at us, so I leered at them until they turned around and minded their own business. [Oh well, he IS my boyfriend, whether they like it or not.] We got up and headed out. Keith had come by foot, and we didn't really feel like driving, so we walked. We chatted about random things, from the weather, to how our days had been. Then, James had the audacity to ask what had gotten McKell- Keith, Keith, damn it his name is Keith, what had gotten him into porn.

"James! Only you would ask-"

"Whoa whoa whoa! It's alright, everyone asks that. I don't mind. Well, everyone always said I should do porn, since . . . you know."

"Yeah, no kidding."

"Well, when I was seventeen I said 'why not?'. So I went to my cousin, and asked him if he would come with me. He's the alpha in "Plaything"."

"What!? Your whole family must be huge!"

"And yours isn't Puppy?"

"Heh, well, my cousin and I are the largest, but yeah; were all kinda big. Anyways, we went online, looked around our favorite sites, and one was asking for models in a city nearby. I kinda forgot the name though. Anyways, we went, and a few years later, we'd made a couple movies."

"Why'd you quit?"

"Meh, it got boring after a while, cause the only guy that could take us was that fox, and it was always the same thing. Poor guy, Drake something; he said he never really felt full again . . . until he met some stallion!"

That threw us into a hearty roar. Poor Drake, probably got more than he bargained for there.

"Yeah, so we quit. My great-grandfather was a cop, so I decided to join the police. I think it's the best choice I've made."

"What about your cousin?"

"He's doing well somewhere East. Does a few movies every now and then, works at a store with his boyfriend."

"We've gotta watch more of your movies, they're hot."

"Ugh, James, what am I going to do with you?"

"Lot's of things come to mind."

"I bet. Hey, we're here! That was fast."

"Time flies when you're having fun. Wanna head in, see if Ken's there?"

"Ken?"

"Oh, you'll see. Puppy here just loves Ken, don'cha?"

"Not as much as you!"

To prove it to him, I wrapped my arms around him. James tried to squirm away, but to no avail. I just held him tighter, making sure he was really embarrassed. My fingers accidentally ran through his chest fur while trying to get a good hold of him, and I heard James suppress a giggle. [Ooh! Looks like James is ticklish . . . Revenge!] I started to tease and tickle his chest, running my claws through his belly fur and sides. He tried to hold it in, but he couldn't. Suddenly, James started convulsing with laughter, trying to get away. I just held him tighter and tickled him even more.

"Okay! Heh ha! Haha he! Okay! Hahah ha! Okay! I give! Just stop!"

_I looked over at Keith, who was struggling to keep himself from laughing. I just smiled, and pushed James into the alley. Again, we walked through several corridors, which got me thinking. [Why the hell are there this many corridors in a gay club?]

"This place looks oddly familiar for some reason."

"Didn't you come here with James a few times?"

"No, we went to a bar. And that was way long ago."

We finally came in to the club, and it was pretty packed. It looked different from last time, there were even people dancing in the center stage. [It's gonna be hard to find Ken here.] We ducked and dodged our way to an empty booth way back, and ordered a couple of beers from one of the nearly-naked waiters.

"I used to know a Ken, back in school. He and I were good friends from like Fourth grade on. -Pause- Ha! One time at his place, he dared me to show him my cock, and he almost fell off his bed.

"I bet he never looked at another wolf the same way!"

"Nope. -Sigh- He moved away my sophomore year. You always miss friends like that. I wonder whatever happened to him."_

"Yeah. But then you meet people like Puppy here."

"James."

"I still can't believe you let him call you that. You'd probably shred me to pieces if I called you that."

I just rolled my eyes and tried to spot Ken through the crowd, just in case he was mingling around. I excused myself to go look backstage, maybe the bouncers would remember me and let me through. Winding my way through the crowd was no easy task; not only did I manage to get whacked a couple times from the more . . . enthusiastic dancers, but a couple of the bolder ones either slapped my ass or groped my crotch. After nearly socking three guys, I finally made it to the side of the stage, and found the backstage door. One of the bouncers did stop me, but he said he'd send someone in to look for Ken. I lingered around, waiting to see if he was there. All of a sudden, two spotty golden arms wrapped themselves around me. Of course, I wasn't expecting anything like that, so my first instinct was to grab whoever it was and throw them clear across the room. Luckily, I couldn't quite reach behind me.

"What the-!! Ken! Damn it Ken, don't sneak up on people like that. I almost threw you into a wall or something."

"Oh, right! Police. Oops?"

He let go of me and I turned around. He was wearing a tight pair of jeans, and not much else, save a necklace with a ring on it.

"So, where's that raccoon of yours?"

"Over in a booth with another friend of ours. Something tells me you're gonna like him a whole lot."

Somehow, Ken managed to get groped even more than I did on the way back, and from where I stood, he seemed to love the attention. When we finally neared the booth, James waved at us, but Keith was sitting facing away from us. Ken literally jumped ahead of me and dashed towards the booth, but stopped a couple feet from the booth and swaggered in towards the booth. When he got to the booth and turned to see Keith, I saw Ken's jaw just drop.

"D-d- Dmitri? It can't be."

[Dmitri? Who is he talking about?]

"Ken? Oh my- It's been years since I last heard that name."

[What is going on here?] From where I stood, I could see Ken was standing perfectly still, like he couldn't think of what to do. I could see part of Keith's [Dmitri's?] head. Of course, it didn't take long for James to butt into an obviously private moment.

"Dmitri? Let me guess, our Ken is your Ken. This sounds like a cheesy romance novel!"

I saw Keith's head plop down onto the table, and Ken rolled his eyes. Somehow, James always makes things better. I finally gathered myself and went to the table to see what was going on. I saw James poking at McKeller's head, and I could barely make out what he was saying.

"Hellooo? Anyone care to explain to the raccoon what's going on?"

"Well Keith? Or is it Dmitri?"

He lifted his head up, and I could see a pinkish glow in McKeller's ear tips, and a little bit on his muzzle too.

"I-it's both, kinda. My parents named me Dmitri Kapydin, but I never really liked the name s-"

"Whoa, wait. You changed your name? To what?"

-Sheepishly- "Keith McKeller."

"Keith? When? When my parents and I left you were still Dmitri."

"As soon as I turned eighteen."

By this point, Ken had pushed Keith [Dmitri, what the heck do I call him now?] over and sat down next to him.

"I like Dmitri better, sounds cuter."

"Is there anything Russian you don't like? Hey! Do you still have those Red Army pins and helmets?"

"Da Comrade."

"Man! I haven't heard that in years either!"

They started to talk faster and faster, finishing each other's sentences and laughing every few minutes. Not even James could butt in now. He waited for an empty moment to shove his way into their conversation, but every time he was about to say something, either Keith [Screw it, he's Keith, already got him down as Keith.] or Ken would prevent him from speaking. He finally got up and came and stood next to me.

"What'dya say we leave the two love birds alone?"

[Guess we're not having that foursome after all. Hmm, I wonder if James is thinking what I'm thinking.]

"Hey James, what're we gonna do?"

"I was just thinking that we could go to my place . . ."

". . . and have some 'fun'?"

"Yup. Though we gotta stop at CVS, buy some stuff."

"Fun stuff?"

"Yup."

"Then what are we waiting for, we'll call Keith or Dmitri or whatever his name is tomorrow."

I grabbed James and propped him over my shoulder. For some reason, the crowd seemed to part for us. Some of them still slapped my ass, and a couple gave us winks and whistles, but we just smiled back and kept walking. After winding through the completely useless corridors, we finally came back out into the alley. As soon as I stepped out of the hallway, I knew something was off; something didn't seem right. Then, it hit me, a black paw was sticking out from behind a dumpster, and the air had a faint smell of alcohol. I gently put James down, and noticed he too felt something off, so I pointed to the paw.

"Probably some poor slob; had one too many drinks."

"We should help him."

We went over, and saw that the paw belonged to an older panther, maybe late fifties, early sixties. For some reason, he looked a lot like Tavis, but then again, all panthers tend to look alike, especially since their black fur tends to hide the subtleties. We tried to shake him awake, but to no avail. What's worse, his breath reeked of alcohol. I checked his pockets for some kind of ID, but no luck. We couldn't just leave the poor slob there, so James said we should get him to the station, that way he'd at least have a bed and some food when he came around. I pulled him up and wrapped my arms around his chest to pull him towards the street while James called in for a patrol. All throughout, I still felt uneasy; there was something about the panther I couldn't quite put my finger on that seemed just off. I saw one of the patrols turn the corner and head towards us. As the car pulled up to the curb and stopped, James and I [mostly me] pulled the feline over and into the backseat. James rode shotgun, while I rode in the back to keep an eye on the panther, and because there wasn't anywhere else to sit.

"Well, so much for our evening."

"Yup. Too bad. Well, on the bright side, we can get some real rest tonight."

As we drove off, I couldn't help but wonder what it was about the panther that made me uneasy; maybe I'd have better luck if I knew who he was.

Also, thanks to everyone who's posted a comment. It's really nice to know that people like the story enough to say so. Thanks, I mean it.