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For as long as Nietz Drelman could remember, he had always been on top of everything. He was on top of things in the sense that he always knew how to deal with situations as they arose, yes, but he was also on top of things in the pure sense of being above. Nothing ever phased him. Nothing got to him, never loved anybody quite as much as they loved him. He never had a broken heart, never felt intense waves of guilt or remorse that everybody else got from not thinking about something as much as they sometimes should. Nietz had learned all of that from an early age.

When he was seven, Nietz had gotten lost on a field trip with one of his younger classmates, a rather scary-looking racoon. While the racoon had been determined to lead them to safety by means of racing on a purely instinctual heading, Nietz had convinced him that staying still was the best course of action, that it would increase their chances of being found. In all likelihood, it was that reasoning that had saved them from what would have been days, or more, or being alone in the woods. When he was fourteen, Nietz had been in a store when it was robbed. When the police arrived, they were stunned to find out that the young lion was the only one who'd been clear-headed enough through the ordeal to give a description that was detailed. His eye-witness testimony helped put a fellow teenager into a juvenile detention center, a place the wolf thief no-doubt needed. When he was seventeen he had his first kiss, a lapine boy at a dance... he was a friend of sorts, had danced with him a bit, and kissed him when they snuck out. That was a good night, sure, but he'd been detached at that point still. Always detached. To this day he couldn't remember the names of those others, the ones who'd been highlights of his life.

His decision to become a police officer had been made sometime shortly after the trial. He liked watching the judge and bailiff, they brought calm and order to everything. They, like him, were above the commotions of normal people. Forgoing the usual social life, Nietz studied for marks and college with most of his spare time. After college and the police academy, Nietz hadn't felt any regret about his decisions. He brought some order to San Drakur, quite a bit more than the other cops in the city. His organized life had brought him good promotions up the ladder, until he was one of the highest ranked detectives. Much of his work was undercover. Even though the lion hadn't been the most social in his youth, he'd still been observant. The lion, once in his upper twenties, could easily come into almost any social situation and slip in like a chameleon. His biggest case, the one that was going to make his career or kill him - most likely both - was coming to a close. Nietz appreciated calm, appreciated an orderly, law-abiding city. The biggest threat to that state of peace was, of course, the Eskachoff and the Romanov family mafias. There had been some talk of unification at some point, a Romeo and Juliet situation of sorts had arisen between them, but nothing had come of that. A year or two after those rumours passed, and the two organizations were still bitter rivals, each taking out chunks of the city when they pleased. Nietz, the slippery feline that he was, managed to get on the Eskachoff case. The Eskachoffs were a strange mafia, they preyed on other corrupt organizations and people. Criminals, of course, but they obviously believed in some twisted form of morality. Vigilantes. Nietz was determined to bring them down.

"It's been six months, Drelman. Goddamned six months. Romanov case is coming next week, fuck! You need something."

"I have it," said Nietz, nodding confidently. He was standing in the Chief Corwin's office in front of the Chief, the Assistant Chief, and a special agent from the FBI. "I have the evidence. It's retrieval that's going to be a problem," he said, "as I said, they're thorough. I'm inside the Eskachoff house, I'm as close as any outsider is ever going to get. Once I figure out a way of getting the information out of the building, then, we're good to go," said the cop.

"I suggest a raid," said the agent.

"No," said Nietz, sounding quite worried. "Their mansion is a fortress. Well-armed, too. No, we need to wait until I can give you this information. Then there'll be warrants, arrests, seizures. You feds'll be able to rain hell down on them," he assured them.

The male from the FBI nodded, but then lowered his gaze just a little. "You said you've earned their trust as this 'Seeto' character..." said the agent, "you do remember... protocol, in this situation, correct? You're not allowed to get too close. That will undermine every piece of evidence you uncover," he said.

Nietz looked almost offended. He shook his head, "No, I have not forgotten protocol. Igor and I are... close, but have not gotten that close. Don't worry, this is business. Nothing more," he said. One of the other reasons Nietz had gotten the case was that it required some undercover romancing, to get inside the mansion regularly. Igor, a contender for head of the family, was quite into males. All of the Eskachoffs were, to some extent or another... there were a few myths floating around concerning that as well. But one thing that wasn't a myth was Igor's reputation, the fear about him. Nobody stood up to his tortures, rumours said he had a certain fetish for knives, and keeping people conscious long after they should've been dead.

"Well, I'm satisfied with that," announced Chief Corwin. He smiled when the Assistant Chief and the agent both nodded with him. "How soon can you remove the evidence, safely?" he then asked.

The detective thought about it. He'd originally planned on waiting until the end of the month, when the family had all gotten smashed in celebration. Now, though, he realized that there was a pressure for speed. Once the Romanov case was brought out, the Eskachoff guard would go up as a result. The lion was the most physically imposing one in the room, true enough. While the others were of hefty and muscular build, the lion was still a step above them. He towered at 6'3", had thicker muscle, a deeper voice. Even his fur was better. It was a tan instead of golden yellow, but it still flowed and textured far more beautifully than the fur of the rat Chief, the lupine FBI officer and the other lion who was the Chief's assistant... but he was still pensive, sitting back in his chair as he thought, wondering if he should defer to them. He could wait, he told himself, hold off on the plan until he knew he could get the information out safely. But time was still crucial, as they implied, so for the first time in the lion's life, he felt some misgivings about his own plan, his own decision. For the first time in his life he bowed to another's wish against his own sound judgement. "Tonight," said Nietz. "Tonight I'm going to try." There was an Eskachoff event that night, the choosing of the new head of the family. He could use that opportunity to slip away with the folders in paw.

And for all of Nietz's physical prowess, the subject of his hunt had him beat. Perhaps that was another reason that he decided to strike now, Nietz thought, as he sat across from Igor at the table. He would have to attempt to take that beast, the hunter of a wolf, down at some point. He realized, staring into that wolf's eyes, that it would be better to strike sooner rather than later. He couldn't afford the chance of Igor getting the upper paw on him, even when only considering who would win in a brawl. Nietz could easily hold his own, but not against such monstrosity. The Eskachoff family was of an odd stock. Ever since coming to the city almost a century earlier, the Eskachoffs were known for mainly having male offspring to raise, and for the most part being quite gay. There were rumours, as always, about how the managed this. Some thought it was a genetic, predetermined thing, others thought it was simply the upbringing in the family. But the rumours concerning the offspring were the strangest of all, everything from a surrogate ring to males impregnating other males. Nietz had wisely chosen not to buy into nonsense such as that. The Eskachoffs were also known, though, for their monstrous builds, also a part of their genetic heritage, most thought. Igor, sitting across the small table in the very, very oversized dining hall of the mansion, was by no means the largest Eskachoff. Peotr had that distinction, from what he'd seen, though he'd heard that Dimitri had all of the brothers beat when it came to the masculine dimensions. And yet, despite Igor's relative mediocre size for an Eskachoff, the wolf still overshadowed Nietz. His 6'3 was met by an easy 6'9", and the lion's girth of muscle was shamed by the other's, all wrapped in a beautifully brown and black coat of fur. Granted, that muscle was generally kept neatly underneath a smart, form-fitting black suit, but he most certainly didn't want to make the other angry. At that thought Nietz couldn't help but picture himself floating in solidifying cement if his true identity were made known.

While Nietz still had some food on his plate, Igor had quickly polished off his. Igor had the habit of leaning forward, propping his head on the table, and simply staring at Nietz as he finished his meal. Igor always had something of a smile on his face when he did that, and a smile was a rare thing on the Russian wolf. It was actually a rare thing on most Eskachoffs around him, Nietz had noted. He'd convinced himself it was a simple cultural thing. This time, though, Igor interrupted Nietz's meal by holding up his small shot-glass of vodka, committing them both to a toast. "To family."

Nietz, or 'Seeto' as he was known to Igor, raised an eyebrow in some confusion, but still raised his own shotglass, clinked it, then downed the shot. He was quick to drink some of the juice provided afterwards, then went to finish his meal. "Family?" he asked after a moment. "Why? Good news?" he wondered. "Did you get more support to head?"

"Nyet," said the wolf. "Family. I called your company, Seeto. I informed them that you will not be returning."

Nietz dropped his fork on his plate. He continued to look into Igor's eyes, suddenly quite terrified. He felt his first wave of guilt, taking the case in the first place... he'd been discovered, he was going to be killed. Igor was being kind enough to inform him first. A true 'gentlemen'.

Obviously seeing the fear in Seeto's eyes, Igor laughed and leaned back, pouring himself another shot. "My family checked you out, of course, Seeto. We needed to be assured of your loyalty," he explained. "The family giving you a much better job. Accounting, da, south office. Do not worry, you will not be involved in illegality. I protect you," he explained. "You move in?"

Nietz was, of course, stunned. The undercover operation had been ongoing for six months. A month and a half of that had been casual conversation with Igor and Peotr at a theatre they frequented, a few days for a few dates with all three of them involved, and then after what he could only assume was about a week of the discussing the matter or fighting over him, Igor had formally asked the lion to enter a relationship. 'Seeto' had quickly accepted, and their curiously innocent romantic affair had been going along at a light pace. Now he was getting a new job from the male, and being asked to move in? They'd never done much more than kiss. Horizontally, while grinding, yes... but more than that? Seeto had always shied away, like the laws of his undercover operation had stated, and Igor had been completely respectful of that. If 'Seeto' was a real person, Nietz supposed, then he wouldn't have gone after it. He'd want more time, and probably never get too tangled up with a mob family. Nietz, on the other hand, wanted more security. He needed the ability to get in and out of the house to get enough for a raid, and Igor was handing it to him on a silver platter. Genuinely delighted at the prospect of being able to make good on his promise to the FBI, Nietz smiled happily and nodded. "Da," he said, in a teasingly mocking accent he used. Nietz found himself oddly liking the strange smile he got from Igor whenever he used it. In those months they'd spent a lot of time together. Nietz had almost felt some remorse at his attempt to take down Igor, given the closeness that Nietz was always forced to maintain and fake. In fact, Nietz had been feeling uneasy with himself. He realized how close he'd been getting to Igor, how disturbingly happy he got when he made Igor smile, or how much he enjoyed when they simply sat together. He'd never felt that with anybody else, so it was impossible for him to really gauge how tied to Igor he was.

"Good!" he exclaimed. "Your room ready."

"My things?" asked Nietz.

"Moved."

Nietz was taken aback. He had a fake apartment, fake belongings, all for Igor to see when 'Seeto' brought him over. He was even looking forward to seeing it, almost, even though it wasn't 'his' room. Seeto's brown sheets, his postmodern artwork, his small television and books about the history of theatre. All of the things lining his apartment to make the character real. But, despite the curiosity, it still almost offended him. Igor had already moved his things into the mansion? How'd they get into the fake apartment without their knowing? The place had been watched constantly. "What if I'd said no?" the lion asked, leaning back from his finally finished dinner plate.

Igor simply grinned, "I would pay to move your things back. It was a gamble," he said. "I was sure of the outcome, though. You stay here tonight?" he asked, "Your room in the east wing. You will have privacy still, as long as you wish."

Nietz nodded in gratitude, "Thank you," he said. "This is very kind of you."

Igor stood up from the table and held out his gigantic paw, offering it to Nietz. He helped pull the lion up once he took it, then began to lead him out of the dining room, towards the north staircase. "I have something to show you," he said. "You never see my rooms, da?"

Nietz squeezed the strong paw nervously as they walked, and as they climbed up those stairs. Perhaps, the lion thought, he'd made another mistake. Moving in with the wolf? That brought in more expectations, didn't it? Ones that he couldn't commit to, not if the evidence he stole for the raid would be any good. Being invited into a home was one thing, engaging in sexual intercourse to get that invitation was quite another. "No, I haven't... big, I imagine?" he asked. The analogous thought that suddenly occurred to him with their conversation and the thought of sex made him shudder. Big, indeed. Nietz was led up to the top floor of the north wing, the home of the bigger Eskachoff players. Dimitri, Peotr, Alexei, and even Arina, their only sister, for a while.

Igor led Nietz into the room and held out his paws, displaying the vast place to the lion. The room was massive, sweeping. Even the bed looked like it could comfortably fit four or five bodies. There was a workout area, a desk with computer, a door to a private bathroom, a door to a private library, an elevator to the basement floors... his 'room' was like a house in itself. "You like?" the wolf asked.

"It's amazing..." said Nietz, looking around the massive room in awe. He'd never seen a bedroom so large, or a bed. It was incredible.

Igor squeezed at the relatively small paw of the lion and led him to the bed. Igor sat down on its edge and blocked Nietz from doing the same. He motioned for and moved the lion to stand in front of him, between the massive wolf's spread knees. Like this, and almost only like this, the lion had something of a height advantage. Yet, somehow, the wolf still dominated him. Those big, black eyes were piercing into him, freezing Nietz on the spot. Igor wasn't allowing Nietz to speak, and the lion couldn't help but to obey. "You love me?" he asked, his Slavic accent growing all the more thick with a lowered, hushed voice.

The question made Nietz's eyes sting for a brief moment. Love? They'd never used that word about each other, and Nietz had never so much as heard that word uttered from Igor's lips about anything. Nietz thought about saying no, with time he would... that would be the half-honest answer, he supposed. But he knew he had to say that he did love him, both for the sake of the mission, and partly because it felt more honest to say that. Nietz was afraid of the reason why. "Yes," he replied. "Yes, Igor, I love you."

Nietz had expected Igor to do something, to make some sort of gesture to pull them closer, or to push a paw up underneath his clothes. The wolf's eyes were full of lust, why wasn't he acting on it? Igor had his paws on the lion's side, but they weren't grasping, weren't groping. They were just holding him with a continued pressure, letting Nietz feel just a fraction of the power Igor had in those paws. "And I love you," the wolf finally said. He then held the lion just a bit tighter, and moved his paws up a little, letting them run over the contours of the lion's muscles, all still hidden by a plain, white dress shirt. He kept on staring into the lion's eyes, growing all the more hungry and lustful by the second.

Nietz knew he should've backed away then, that it could only lead to one thing. But he couldn't. He couldn't be a coward in front of Igor, could he? No, that would mean the wolf had frightened him away. Nietz couldn't bring himself to back down so quickly. And yet, there was more at work inside the lion, and he knew it. He didn't want to back away, he didn't want Igor's paws to leave his sides. The only thing he did want was for Igor to stop staring at him. It was causing a commotion inside of his head, it was drawing him in when he couldn't let himself be drawn. Nietz forced himself to break the eye contact, but found himself staring at something else instead - the wolf's lips. He was a strong male, certainly, but Igor had something the other Eskachoff brothers didn't have... lips. Very big lips, beautiful ones. And under the pressure of Igor's starving stare he'd found himself instead captivated by them, anything to avoid the gaze between them... anything to avoid getting pulled in. But it didn't work. Nietz, seemingly surprising himself more than the other male, leaned down and pressed his lips against those. He'd kissed Igor before. Many times. It was the best part of the undercover work, he knew, those rare times when they really kissed each other. Igor never held back, never reigned himself in like the lion had always forced himself to. And Igor wasn't about to start then. The wolf parted his lips just slightly and pushed his tongue forward, running that strong organ against Nietz's tongue. Even with the lion above him, kissing down, being the one who started it, Igor still owned the kiss, and finally cemented himself in the role by holding the back of the lion's head with his paw, pulling him deeper into the act. The lion was pulled forward, until he was snugly against the wolf.

That's when Nietz felt it. The massive bulge against him, coming from the wolf's crotch hanging over the bed. The lion had seen the bulge before, of course. He'd seen the outline of it through his jet black pants, he'd fantasized about just how big it was underneath... but he'd never felt it. He couldn't risk anything ever leading to sex, he knew, so he'd avoided it like nothing else. Now, though, it was pressing against both of his thighs, and up against his own crotch. Only through that contact did Nietz realize he was just as hard, so hard that it was almost painful to keep on wearing the pants. Nietz whimpered into the kiss, tried to pull away, but a sudden paw on the small of his back pulled him even closer. What he felt caused the lion to gasp: the massive balls and stiffened length against both of his thighs, and he got a better sense of how big... massive. Each of the wolf's balls were mashed up against each leg, and his cock was sandwiching itself between his thighs, pulsing against his muscles. Nietz had never imagined a male so enormous. sex with him was always something to be afraid of, for the implications it had on his case, but for the first time Nietz was afraid of sex with Igor because of the absurdity of his malehood.

Igor smiled at the gasp, taking it as a compliment. He squeezed the lion's body and moved his hips forward, letting out the faintest of moans as his cock was rubbed in between the other's thighs. He gave light thrusts like this, as if to simply hump between the lion's legs until he came. The look in his eyes suggested to Nietz that the wolf would have no problem with that if the lion didn't do anything.

The detective closed his eyelids and retreated his tongue from Igor's. The wolf followed him, and so the two stopped actively kissing. The lion was holding his lips against the wolf's, but he was still, simply letting himself feel the balls and cock rub against him. "I c-can't..." he panted, "I can't do this, Igor, please... not yet. I want to wait to... have..." He was having a hard time concentrating on speaking the words. Each thrust into his thighs was making his body tense up, was making his own hard cock jump and strain. He supposed it felt a lot like real sex, even though he'd never had it before. And for a moment he felt sick. He knew those paws had hurt others, he knew they'd tortured and stabbed and shot. But he stopped thinking about it, he almost willed himself to - he wanted to enjoy their affection.

Igor grinned and kept holding him close, pressing his lips again to Nietz's without kissing him. "Then we will wait..." he said, but still continued to thrust. He kept grinning, though, and gave another strong thrust. That one made them both shiver. "Just hold still... I move you in, I get this. Fair, da?" he asked, half-joking. His lips then moved down from Nietz's, down to the lion's neck... there he softly bit, just gently, then harder and harder until the lion squirmed and moaned out loud. After he got that much of a reaction he lifted from the neck and went back to his lips.

Nietz nodded, even though he didn't think of this as payment. Oh, no, he would've allowed this anytime... god, how did it feel so good? He supposed it was alright, letting them rub against one another for just a little while. And so it went on, the large wolf thrusting his shaft and balls against the between the other's legs, moaning as the movement got faster and more powerful. It was building up for Nietz, an intense pressure in his thighs, in his stomach, in his cock. It was getting too much for him. He couldn't fit anything into his mind but the feeling of the clothed cock rubbing against him, pulsating... he could even feel the massive veins along that shaft, all moving against the muscles in his leg. Then, again more to his surprise than Igor's, the lion's entire body jerked. He whimpered loudly and thrust his hips forward. His cock was pulsing, shooting ropes of cum into his boxers. By the time he'd regained his senses, all he felt was a sticky wetness all through his pubic fur, his still-hard cock... it was dipping down his balls, down his thighs, until it was run deep into his fur by the cock and balls thrusting against them. As his pants dampened with his cum he got embarrassed and tried to pull away, but the wolf only held him tighter and thrust faster. The wolf was pounding up into the lion now, running against the damp clothing with louder and louder grunts, until finally he gave a light howl and rutted with slower, but far more powerful thrusts. The wolf's cock wasn't pointing up, so Nietz couldn't see the dampness just yet, but he felt the orgasm against his legs. The cum was gushing through that massive shaft, causing the veins to all push out against his leg to an almost painful extent.

Then it was over. Igor had his head against the lion's, but he let go of the other's back. The paw went down, glided over the lion's rump, then ended up on his thigh... it encircled it, though, until it was pressing firmly against the damp inside of Nietz's leg. "I show you room now?" he asked.

The lion didn't respond for a few seconds, his breath stolen by panting. "Da," he mockingly imitated, causing them both to grin. He gasped again, though, when the wolf stood up. He saw sudden pools of cum forming beneath each of the other male's pantlegs, pools that were growing larger by the second. How much did the male cum? Since most of it was most likely still in those pants, Nietz feared the answer just as much as he feared the male's endowment. He watched as the flood kept coming, the puddle spreading out to touch the lion's feet. He couldn't step out of the mess, he didn't want to. "Yes... now?" he asked. If the wolf moved, the lion thought he'd be able to stop staring at the cum and be able to move!

Igor didn't obey. The wolf just unzipped his pants, reached in, and pulled out his hefty package. His cock, his balls, all completely covered in gobs of the cum, streaming down to the floor.

The sight hit the lion, yes, but the smell was like hitting a brick wall. Nietz looked up into the wolf's eyes, completely unsure of the emotion he was showing through them. Fear, he suspected, but hoped it was nothing of lust. That would betray too much of his real thoughts. Igor knew, though, he could see those drives reflected back at him. He heard silent orders from the wolf's eyes, and obediently dropped down onto his knees - right in that puddle of cum - to bring his lips close to that dangling, soaked cock. The dry humping had been one thing, possibly allowable. Touching anything with his lips like he wanted to in that moment... that would be crossing the line, he knew, and he couldn't let himself do it. But there it was, that enormous cock, gigantic sac. "Igor," he whimpered.

"

Seeto," replied the wolf in a calm, even , controlled voice. He knew he had the upper paw.

Nietz lost. He closed his eyes and moved his lips forward, just to connect to that smell. He pressed his lips against the cock, shoved his nose against the cum to line the front of his muzzle with the sticky seed, shuddering with every inhale through his nose. All he could smell was sweat and semen, both completely Igor. Nietz loved it. He opened his lips finally, extended his tongue and ran it up that length, scooping the wolf's cum into his maw to swallow. It was thick and tasted like it, as if the male hadn't cum in ages. Nietz swallowed, and swallowed, and with each mawful into his stomach he became both less caring and more aware of the fact that he'd just completely blown his case, if there was any evidence of this to be found after. This was illegal, this was wrong, this was going to let Igor continue to hurt innocent people. It was going to let Igor kill instead of getting him locked in jail with the rest of his family, where they belonged... but he didn't care. Not right then, not when he was finally, finally tasting the seed of another male. It was all he wanted, all he could think about!

Nietz had worked at it, but there was simply too much seed to completely clean. He'd only managed to polish off the underside of the wolf's cock when he stepped back, shoved himself back into his pants, and zipped up. "Your room," Igor said with a deep, deep smile, "I show you now, Seeto."

Igor silently lead him down several halls, down a flight and up a flight, until they were in the right wing. He went up to the master door of the near-empty part of the mansion, opened it, and ushered the lion inside.

Nietz smiled when he came in, looking around the room that'd been moved for him. His white sheets, large television, the model house he'd been working on for three ye-

No!

"Welcome home, Nietz," said Igor.

Nietz turned around to bolt, but Igor was already outside of the room, and already locked the door from the outside. "Hey!" he yelled. No, no, this couldn't be right. His white sheets, his television, his model... all from his home, not the fake one. Not Seeto's, Nietz's! The lion turned around in panic, pressing his body against the door. Oh, god, he'd been found out. This was a game of Igor's, soon he would feel his limbs getting sliced off, five millimetres at a time. Nietz looked at the television... oh god, it was security footage. Igor's bedroom. He could see the pools of the wolf's cum on the floor, could see that Igor had proof to completely illegitimatize the entire case against him. Fuck, how'd he screwed up so badly? The cum drying on his thighs and crotch served as a good reminder. He'd let himself get driven by lust, had completely ruined his life over it.

Lust, though, really? He'd felt it before, never succumb to it. Igor had to be more, didn't he? No, of course not. He was a monster. He did awful things, and the lion was a male of the law. He wouldn't let himself entertain the idea.

"Let me out!" the lion cried, turning to bang on the door again.

"Nyet!" replied the wolf. "You need to control yourself, Nietz. You not relaxed. I come visit you later, da? We can talk - we have much to discuss," he said. "I am... betrayed, Nietz. You lie to loved?" he asked through the door.

"It's business, I don't love you!" said the lion.

"You do."

"Igor! Let me out of here, I'll leave you alone. Please!" he yelled. He didn't want to die, he didn't want to be tortured. He just wanted to be back home, in his bed, alone! He was safe there. God, why had he left? Why had he ever let his guard down?

No response came from the wolf. He was gone, leaving Nietz to his cell of a room.

He found company again with a knock on the door. The lion sprang up from his rest on the bed to attack the door, trying to open it. He did so, and with that he tried to bolt out - he was stopped, though, by a wall of muscle. Peotr, a brother. Nietz was forced back as the wolf made his way into the room and closed the door, and was pushed back to the bed by the absurdly large wolf's paw.

"I was sent here to give you food," said Peotr, in a slightly less noticeable accent. He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a paper bag, and handed it to Nietz.

The lion took it, but immediately tossed it onto the floor. He didn't want to eat, he didn't want to give the satisfaction to any Eskachoff. "Leave," said the lion.

Peotr smiled, "You do not enjoy our hospitality?" he asked."We have kept you alive, da? He has? You should be grateful. Thank him, kiss him."

"He locked me up."

"You try to hurt him, you tried to hurt us all," Peotr countered, grinning. "He knew who you were. I did, too. Everybody did. We let you into our home, Igor thought he could... persuade you. Now is the test to see if he did."

"You knew?" asked Nietz. "How? Man on the inside?"

"We never forget a face," said the brown wolf. "You called yourself Seeto, but we knew your name - Drelman. You put our brother Naveed in jail, the first Eskachoff behind bars! All for a petty robbery. When you spoke to us, I thought it wise to kill you. He had other ideas."

"Naveed? I haven't met him," said Nietz. "Is he..."

"Alive? Da. Not... a criminal, no, but he is still family."

Nietz lowered his head and closed his eyes. He was too tired. "I want to get out of here," he said. "I just want my life back. Before this job. Will you give it to me? Will he?" he asked. If the lion could only get out of the room, he could look for the evidence he'd hidden in the mansion. He could get it out, in secret, try and get some conviction out of it... if he found the tape, though, he could make sure his work hadn't been for nothing.

"Possibly. He does love you," Peotr said, "from the first night, he said he loved you. I think he would let you in time, maybe. If it didn't hurt the family. Family is the most important thing."

Nietz blinked, and remembered questions he'd had before. Now was as good a time as any to ask, he supposed. "You're all gay?" he asked.

Peotr grinned and shook his head. "Not... quite. Some bisexual," he said.

"Then how are there... more generations?" he asked.

Peotr laughed. "That is secret," he said, "But you... you will either be family, or be killed, da? Da. Our family is from the north, a pack of spirited wolves. Mated among us will give birth, no matter the sex. Naveed gave birth from a male fox, Dimitri's impregnated our brother Maximus. Maximus is, of course, disgraced," he said.

"For incest? Why isn't Dimitri?"

"Nyet, incest is fine. Brings you close. You, Igor and I! Fun," he said. "No, he is pregnant. It is disgraceful for an Eskachoff to be impregnated. And then... and Alexei, he's consorted with a Romanov. Children from them, but in a foursome of sorts. Sinful living," he said, all with a grin. "You bite necks, the spell is brought to life."

"Do you have any children?" Nietz asked.

"Nyet. I am not mated. I wish to, though... to lead the family would be a great honour. A mate and children help."

"When's the decision?"

"Tonight," he said. "In a meeting. I am going to overtake, I am certain. Igor's decision to let you live, to take you in was... foolish. I will capitalize on it, of course."

"I could help you," said Nietz, with a smile... this was either going to kill him, or save him. All he needed was for Peotr to be the slightest bit selfish.

"How?"

"You give me the tape of my... activities, with your brother," he said, "and I can escape here. I make up evidence, I get it on the news tonight. He is disgraced, letting you take the lead! The evidence is false, though, it will fall apart within days. I'll be reprimanded, but alive. Igor's pride will return. But, best of all, you'll be head of the family, certainly." Nietz hoped to any Gods that existed that Peotr wasn't aware of the real, hard, collected evidence he'd procured. "We both win. Igor might be disappointed, but he'll get over it." Though Nietz didn't mean for it to, his voice had dropped into a nearly saddened tone when mentioning it.

Peotr seemed to think about it for a moment, before smiling. "Da. It is a deal, tovarisch," he said. The massive wolf stood up. "You are a smart cop. I know, now, why he's drawn," Peotr said, before hastily leaving. He locked the door behind him. "I will even have your belongings returned... if you do this for me," he said.

Nietz ginned, and nodded, almost completely happy again. He supposed that he should've been happy that he'd found a way to escape relatively unscathed, that he wasn't going to lose limbs or his liberty. But deep down - and the lion knew this - he was happy most of all about beating that wolf, getting out from under his thumb. It was an accomplishment, and it certified him as the more devious one. The bigger man where it counted. "I'll be waiting here. Thank you, Peotr."

It had only taken half an hour for Peotr to leave, then, return with two computer discs, both with the same serial number written on it... he'd even gotten the copy, apparently. And as the discs took 30 minutes to reach him, he only spent 30 seconds destroying them. He snapped them into pieces with his paws, opened up the barred window, and threw the pieces out into the vast Eskachoff estate garden. Peotr had been quick to leave him, but had been kind enough to leave the bedroom key on the desk, which would let Nietz escape the room whenever he wished. All he needed to do was sneak the evidence off of the property, and he could bring the entire Eskachoff family down. He felt guilty about that, bringing their entire family down. Many were almost good, he supposed, and Igor did have a heart to him. Even if he was rumoured to enjoy carving out the heart as an encore finish to a torture session...

Nietz closed the window and looked to the locked door, the one he could open at any moment and escape. If he simply walked out that door, got the evidence, he would have won... he would be the most decorated officer in San Drakus history. Was that worth leaving behind whatever fucked up attraction he had with Igor, who deserved the death penalty, much less a loving mate? Yes. Yes it was. Confident in his final decision, he moved to the desk, picked up the key, and moved to the door just as it started to turn. Somebody was coming in! Nietz threw the key into the corner of the room and sat back down on the bed, looking anxiously to the door. He hoped it was Peotr, perhaps he'd found another disc? Unfortunately, it was not the brother, it was Igor himself.

The big, brown wolf slipped into the room and closed the door behind him. He looked to Nietz, smirked, and moved onto the bed - crawling up on all fours, to bring his muzzle up close to the lion's ear.

He was wearing next to nothing for the first time in Nietz's recollection. Instead of the usual suit, he was wearing only a robe... he'd taken a long shower, Nietz supposed. He smelled less musk about, which was a good and bad fact. Mostly bad to the lion's nose, he'd quite liked the sweat coming from the wolf. "What're you doing?" he asked, turning to face Igor a little.

"I am here to see your progress," he answered, leaning back to kneel on the bed. His legs were spread out, giving a little triangle of uncovered space between his legs, formed by the towel. Nietz had a difficult time stopping himself from fantasizing about reaching up in the gap, and touching all of the things, and more, he'd tried to lick clean earlier. For a brief moment he even pictured his tongue wiping cum clear from his taint, then up to push into Igor's-

"I'm good," said the lion, gulping. He forced his mind not to go there, he couldn't afford it! He didn't want to be with the wolf, so he had to keep on telling himself that. He couldn't give up now, not when he was so close to completely winning, right under the wolf's nose. He had to pretend he was interested while forcing himself not to be. That should be easy, right?

"I meant what I said. I do love you Nietz," said Igor, "none of that has changed. I forgive you. Do you love me? Or were you lying?" he asked.

"I..." began the lion, thinking about it. He didn't want to lie, so he decided he wouldn't. He could feign interest without lying. "I think I do. But I can't. You're an Eskachoff, Igor. A very bad one. A sick one, the most sick even, maybe. It disgusts me, you do horrible things," he said, "my job is to stop people like you."

"I do horrible things, da, to bad people..."

"It doesn't matter. You're a sick bastard," he said. Nietz smiled, this was it. He could be honest, and he felt Igor's influence over him waning. "Understand? I love you, I think. But not enough."

Igor's lips were pressed together, silent, and even drying. Only after a few seconds did his tongue slip out to wet them, did his mouth finally open to speak. "I understand," he said. Nietz was shocked to see a look of pure and utter disappointment and sadness in the wolf's eyes, it was the first time he'd ever really seen them. "I am going to keep you here until I have secured that you won't hurt us at all... it will be a few days," he said. "But I will let you go. No hurting, no knives. You'll be fired and never work as a detective again, though," he said. "You understand."

Nietz didn't, of course. He still had the upper hand of the hidden evidence he could snatch, which was his ticket. It was the key to overpowering Igor, to taking him down no

matter how large he was, how good he smelled or how smart he was. And damn, did he smell good... "Yes," he finally said. "I understand. Thank you," he said.

"Nietz..." the wolf started.

"Da?"

There was no grin at the mocking that time. "I've spent months... waiting," he said. "I knew you couldn't because of your job... but you already broke it, and you won't be on another case again. I've never asked for this before," he started, trying to work up enough to ask for what they both wanted.

"You don't have to," said Nietz. Sex. Igor wanted sex. They'd made out for hours before, dry humped, Nietz had put his lips on that cock... but never sex. And now that Nietz was breaking Igor's heart, he deserved something, didn't he? The lion was fearful of sex with him, of course. Igor was still massive in every way. But, Nietz had never wanted to mate with another male so badly before in all of his life, so what was the real harm? The lion leaned back with a shy smile. "You can. Just be gentle, alright? I've never... well. Never with a real cock, anyway," he said. He quickly took off his shirt and tossed it aside, then completely rested back on the bed.

Igor's smile had finally returned, which made Nietz smile as well. Rather excited about the possibility of fucking the lion, he undid the tie to his robe and pulled it off, completely revealing himself to the other male. Nietz couldn't help but gawk, the male was covered in muscle... his abs, most especially, looked hard and defined than anything he'd seen before. Igor crawled up and straddled his body overtop of the lion's, his body low enough to get close. His balls were still quite huge, though, so they dropped down to graze over Nietz's crotch. The wolf dug his paws underneath them and fumbled around, then finally pulled the male's pants down, shoving them down to his knees. The balls then touched against his fur, his sheath...

Nietz looked down at the touch. He hadn't been able to take a shower like his lover had, so his fur had cum stains all over around his crotch. Igor had dropped his hips about half an inch after that, letting his orbs' full weight come down on the lion's sheath, balls and hips, and it was heavy. "You're a fertile bastard..." teased the lion, looking up into the male's eyes again.

"Da."

The lion closed his eyes as he felt a clawtip press down against his abdomen. It tickled him slightly at first, that unmoving point on his body. Just when he'd gotten himself still from it, the wolf traced the clawtip to the other side of his hips, dragging it along the skin to so lightly scratch as to cause pain without blood. It was uncomfortable, it caused him to squirm and gasp, but it was going its job. From just that clawtip dragging back and forth along his stomach, the wolf's finger was interrupted by a hardened cock growing over it, the lion's own. Igor must have gotten a more sadistic chill in him, because the large wolf removed his claw from grazing over the stomach to bring it to the eager lion's messy thigh. He pressed the clawtip in, harder this time, but still bloodlessly dragged it. Nietz's body squirmed and jerked, but completely froze when the clawtip sunk down past his thigh and against his taint, the space just between his balls and his rear end. The claw took an upwards turn, and travelled - lighter this time! - up between Nietz's balls, ever-so-lightly scratching his sac up the middle. The tip came up against the rim of the male's sheath, where it stopped and moved side to side a little, making Nietz again squirm in pain while making his cock jump.

And while the wolf did this, driving squirms and moans into the lion, his free paw had moved to spread Nietz's knee away from the other, slowly exposing him to the entry. With an uncontrolled murring of pleasure, Igor twisted his claw around and dragged it up and over the lion's pink cock, making the male beneath him jump up in pleasured shock. And there he had it - Nietz's legs had shot up and apart, giving him an opening. And he took it. Igor leaned forward, putting his hips and crotch between the male's thighs, to claim his position there. He wasn't going to be removed, not until he was done! His goal reached, Igor took his paw away from Nietz's delightfully abused shaft and instead tightly gripped at the lion's shoulder.

Nietz felt a brief surge of fear in him. In a moment of some clarity he realized that Igor was a sick man, a criminal - the scratch-marks on his junk could prove his sadism. But it passed through him easily enough, given the piercing eyes coming at him from above, and penetrating warmth emanating from the wolf's body to his. "Just this once?" asked Nietz, trying to get some reassurance as he looked into those eyes.

"Da," said Igor, nodding almost grimly.

"Well... let's make it good then," Nietz suggested. He winced at the reply, a tightening of the paw on his shoulder and the pressing of the wolf's tapered, precum-covered cock up against his thigh, into his ass's crack, then against his tailhole itself.

"Ready?" the wolf asked.

"Da."

Igor smiled at that again, and made his moves. They all happened at once, all to force the deep, quick, silent exhale to come from the lion. His paws tightened to dig his claws lightly into the lion's flesh, his second paw moved up to tickle over his stomach, and his hips jutted forward. The natural lubricant and the sleek design of his ebony staff made the penetrating smooth, almost effortless on the part of the wolf. With almost no regard for the pain or enjoyment of Nietz, Igor was inside - fully, and holding himself there, spreading apart that anal ring and keeping it taught around him. Igor was silent throughout the move, focusing instead on the exhale, and the sounds that soon followed.

Nietz broke his momentary, surprised silence with a quick whimper, then another, then a pure cry out into the empty room. In one moment, too brief to even register, his body was full with the wolf, spread apart and fucked so very easily. After a few cries from the dull pain inside of him, the lion was able to calm down and instead feel the claws on his shoulder. He focused on that, trying to give his tailhole time to adjust. In was in that brief moment that a switch had gone off... he wasn't in control. He never was, and he never would be. Why? Because he liked it. His legs were helplessly spread apart, and the mobster had completely impaled him on his cock without so much as a grunt. For the first time Nietz consciously considered the possibility that Igor deserved to win, that the lion himself deserved to lose. If they didn't deserve those things, then why did all of what was happening between them feel so good?

Igor thrust. It was first a pullout, a retreat of half of his length which had forced the lion to inhale again. After the pullout he shoved himself forward, finally awarding the squirming, panting lion with a grunt of his own, admitting some effort into the move. He'd caused Nietz to throw his body to one side, adjusting himself away from the extremely odd feeling he had in his rear end... Igor smiled, apparently quite liking the show of pain, pleasure, or mixture of both. A second thrust made Nietz squirm to the other side, and a third made him jolt up and lock lips with Igor. Igor took the lion by the lips with his own, forced his tongue forward and in, until the long canine organ was pushing down into the lion's very throat. He owned Nietz, at least in spirit now, and he was determined to show it. As Nietz coughed on the tongue, Igor shoved a fourth thrust forward, one so strong it made them both cry into their kiss. Igor took his time for the fifth. He pulled back and waited, only his pulsating cockhead inside the male's anal ring, for the lion to signal that he wanted him back inside. The lion took several moments, several breaths, before he rocked his hips. On cue Igor complied, shoving himself forward again, with more might than the first four could've hoped to sent rippling through Nietz's entire body.

Nietz was in pain, a world of pain, but there was pleasure to it. The wonderful discomfort was growing, and with the fifth harsh thrust he felt an odd sensation. He felt broken, weak, both from the pain and the position. It felt, though, like Igor was inside of him for a good reason, that he was fixing what was broken, or holding it together. And his body was clearly enjoying the rough affections, his cock was harder than ever, and the scratch mark along the top of his cock was blushing a deep, deep red. Nietz helplessly wrapped his arms around Igor's neck and spread his legs wide, simply wanting the pain to leave him, but the male to stay. Igor belonged there, his body was craving him, but the pain...

"You are going to be fucked soon..." the Russian wolf teased.

"P-please..." Nietz whispered. He wanted it. He'd seen a bit of the wolf's orgasm before, then his thighs had gotten used as a surrogate tailhole for the male, but he doubted that was anything like the feeling of receiving that monstrous climax.

"Now?" asked the wolf.

"Now," pleaded the lion, "Hard as you want... hard as you need... please... I want it, " he begged.

Igor smirked. He moved his cock from side to side, letting the lion feel the swollen base of his cock, the knot that threatened to push inside. He watched the shiver come from the lion, felt that shiver run through his own cock and into his hefty, dangling balls. He was going to cum alright, and have fun doing it. He pulled back, and back, until even his cockhead was out. Nietz was left with his legs in the air, spread, his arms still up holding the wolf as he begged and squirmed. Igor kept his cockhead on the tailhole, keeping a point to aim at. He tensed his thighs, dug his footpaws against the bed to ground himself, then forced himself forward with more speed and power than he'd ever felt himself commit to before. His cock - and knot - surged into the virgin tailhole, completely owning fucking the tailhole in a sixth, final, devastating thrust. Nietz screamed and thrashed his body about, the feelings of such fullness and power resonating through his body. His tail curled up, his toes tensed, his arms gripped and thrashed and pulled at the sheets of the bed they were on. The bulbous knot had been pushed inside, insidiously locking them together as the wolf came, and came, and came.

When Nietz had felt the feelings subside enough to look, the lion opened his eyes to see what was happening. The wolf was laying on top of him, his breathing slow and steady while his heart raced. Igor was cumming still, Nietz could feel, and it wasn't stopping. Within ten seconds he felt discomfort from the fullness, and after 20 he felt a cramp and a stretching feeling. He felt his abdomen press against the wolf's rock hard abs as the cum flooded into him, claiming him so completely. It was taking a lot out of Igor, Nietz could see, the short but intense mating had left Igor practically sleeping by the time his orgasm finally subsided, leaving Nietz feeling like a water balloon pinned under a brick. He tried to squirm out from underneath, but the knot inside of him tugged on his red, painfully abused tailhole. Nietz stayed still after that and held on to Igor, who was quite obviously asleep now, if one could imagine that. Nietz leaned up and kissed at the wolf's shoulder tenderly, then his neck and lower cheek. He pictured Igor eventually finding some young male to suit his needs... he'd make that male pregnant, make him a mate, give him a life of perfect Submission and slavery to Igor. All they'd have to do was bite necks, if what Peotr said was true. Hell, half of that was already done for the pair on the bed now - Nietz could still feel the bite he'd received earlier. Some other male would get that horrid life, of getting pregnant, of getting a life of crime, moral depravity... Some other male would win.

Nietz bit him. Softly, of course, but he bit him. The lion reached his head up, pulled Igor's hair away, and had bitten the wolf's neck. He'd wanted to see how it felt, and it was wonderful. And as expected - or half-expected, or half-hoped - he felt a change. His stomach suddenly grew hot, as if all of the cum inside of his body had suddenly turned to fire. He squirmed in the feeling, twisted even until it stopped. The male lion stopped and blinked, looking up to the ceiling, considering what he'd just done. Why did he do it? Nietz wondered that, himself. A piece of Igor to take with him? A reminder that would be delivered in a few months? Nietz didn't know. All the male did know was that Igor and he were over, this was their first and last time. The moment Igor was gone, Nietz would spring into action. Yes, yes, that was how it would have to happen.

It had been relatively easy to leave the room after Igor's knot died down, and after he found the key laying on the floor in the corner. It supposed, though, that drips from the cum streaming out of his tailhole would be dead giveaways to his location, should Peotr or Igor come across it. Nobody came, though, and nobody found him finding the collected evidence. He'd won after all, and all he had to do was escape. He'd be free of Igor forever.

The Eskachoff dinner was held that night. The entire Eskachoff family was there, all dressed up... even the ones less involved in the family, Naveed, Alexei, and the very pregnant Maximus. All were gathered in the mansion's main dining hall, with the empty seat of their since-deceased father at the head of the table, his food still prepared out of respect. Peotr, of course, was smiling. He was going to be able to take the center seat, he knew... with the false report against Igor from Nietz forthcoming and the entire business of Alexei being far too tangled up with a Romanov, Peotr was the only real contender - besides, of course, Dimitri. But a one on one battle was far more easy than a four-way one. He waited patiently for his turn to speak... and then it came.

Peotr stood up and prepared to make a case against Igor, their current topic of discussion. "I do not believe he is the right leader," he explained, looking to his brother with something of a grin. "As you all know, he got involved with a police officer. Knowingly. He allowed the officer access to our home, to our lives... and while he claims he had the situation under control, that officer has escaped. Any moment now, and we could be in danger of reports from that officer. Igor chose to endanger us all, then chose to allow the threat to survive and leave. Why?" asked Peotr, "He was weak enough to let his feelings get in the way."

Igor stood up, "The situation under control," he said. "The officer has not escaped. I am continuing to try and-"

"He is gone, brother. I saw myself before I came here. I saw the footage. He is gone! This is your fault. He most likely at the police station right now, testifying."

"Not quite," said a new voice. All of the wolves and mates of the wolves turned to the door to see a lion standing there, wearing some new, clean clothes. It was Nietz, and that made Igor smile curiously. The lion moved forward to the table and dropped several file folders down. "That," he said, "is all of the evidence I've collected over the past four months. It is enough to bring you all down, to tear this house to pieces," he explained, looking to Igor. "I respectfully give it to you all to destroy or hide again. These are my only copies, none of them have been seen or will be seen by the police. I am resigning myself from the case," he announced.

Igor was smiling very, very widely now. The wolf had won, after all, he'd turned the detective onto his side.

"Why?" asked Peotr, clearly fuming. Dimitri simply nodded, smiled, and continued to pet hair of the pregnant brother beside him.

"Because," said Nietz, "I want this. Very much. So much so, Igor, that I bit your neck," he revealed. The smile on Igor's face erupted at that, and many in the room were shocked or smiled just as widely.

Igor stood up. "I suggest we postpone this until next week," he said, eying the detective the entire time.

"You are letting your personal desires interfere..." growled Peotr. "Where are you off to now? Your bed, I suppose."

Dimitri and Naveed both looked to Peotr. "Settle," Naveed warned. "Igor's mate just saved us. Your 'business' owes them."

Igor left his seat and approached the lion, pulling him into his big, muscle-bound arms for a deep hug. "Let us go upstairs," he said, not at all even trying to be discrete about it.

"What? Why?" asked the lion, still a bit too naive for his own good.

"I wish to have twins," he teased.