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"Pop Music is Not a Crime"

by K.M. Hirosaki ([email protected])

AUTHOR'S NOTES: This story and all characters are copyright © 2008 K.M. Hirosaki.

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Pretty much everything about Vanya screamed 'sex': the way he moved, the way he dressed, the way he smelled, and, most importantly, the way he looked at other guys when he was on the prowl and had his sights on someone.

As far as foxes went, Vanya was actually fairly average--shorter and more slender than guys of other species, but not super-short or super-scrawny. As for foxes who frequented Prime, Vanya stood out for having one amazing little body, and for being the proverbial village bicycle, as it were. It would probably be easier to make a list of the regulars who hadn't gotten into bed with Vanya than to try it the other way around.

Jerwin was one of those few folks who fell on that short list. The rabbit hadn't purposefully avoided the opportunity, but it had never come his way, and he'd never felt particularly inclined to go after it. Besides, whenever Jerwin came to Prime, there was an even chance that he'd just end up going home with Kaleb, the squirrel who wasn't quite his boyfriend but from whom Jerwin seemed to get sex more frequently than he did from anyone he'd dated. A lot of Jerwin's fondness had to do with the fact that Kaleb was a switch, but he was a switch in the sense of being an actual switch, not a switch in the sense of being a bottom who was still willing to put up with topping in the high likelihood that the other guy also claimed to be a switch but was really a bottom, too.

Really, Jerwin knew Vanya's reputation better than he knew Vanya, but even without that personal familiarity, the rabbit couldn't rightly claim to be surprised by the way that Vanya was suddenly making eyes at him without provocation.

"Oh, God," he groaned. "Is it really my turn to be marked tonight?"

Kaleb, sitting next to Jerwin but looking in the completely opposite direction and unable to see what the rabbit was looking at, nevertheless responded with, "Vanya?"

Jerwin sighed. "It's the third time he's clearly gone out of his way to make eye contact, and he keeps on waggling his eyebrows at me. You know, as if that's supposed to be enough to get me to get out of my chair, walk up to him, and say, 'Hey there, wanna fuck?'"

"Hey, it's enough for most guys," Kaleb said. He turned to face Jerwin, adjusting his huge tail with a small amount of visible annoyance. "Can you really blame him?"

It was with alarming ease that Jerwin then pictured Kaleb succumbing to that same tactic, mindlessly trotting out onto the dance floor to follow some cocksure cocksucker's silent siren song, hypnotized by the simple swish of a single tail. "If it's that easy for him," the rabbit said, "why hasn't he tried it on someone else already? I mean, take the fucking hint."

The squirrel pulled out a cigarette, stuck it in his muzzle, got his lighter out, then decided against it, putting his lighter away and sticking his cigarette back into the pack. "Just let yourself be flattered, then. It's not the end of the world."

"It's making me uncomfortable," Jerwin said. "It's like I can feel his eyes on me whenever he looks over this way." Truth be told, it wasn't so much that the rabbit could feel the fox's eyes, but more that when they did make eye contact, he could imagine feeling the fox's paws all over him, and that was the problem.

Kaleb fidgeted with the cigarette pack in his paws, passing it from palm to palm. "I'd offer to step in and take the hit for you," the squirrel said, "but that boy is like one of those... whatchacallit, one of those heat-seeking missiles. He's locked onto his target and he's got those little wing thrusters that let him avoid obstacles that come into his path."

"That's the most retarded analogy I've ever heard," Jerwin said before stopping for a moment and deciding that, yes, that statement was almost certainly true. "And I don't believe it, either. I bet if you walked out onto that floor, grabbed Vanya by the hips, and told him you were gonna feed him your cock, he'd lose any and all interest in me in a moment."

With a wry laugh, Kaleb pushed his chair back far enough that he could lean back in it and yet still tap his claws on the table. "I wouldn't count on it. He's had my cock. He hasn't had yours."

"He has?" The thought would have made Jerwin do a spit-take if he'd had any liquid in his mouth. "Seriously?"

"Seriously. Why would I lie about that?"

"Because ninety-plus percent of this room could claim the same thing and maybe only one or two of them would be lying?"

Kaleb chuckled. "So I wouldn't exactly be lying my way into an exclusive club, would I?"

"You're serious." Now Jerwin wasn't making it a question. "You're really serious. You have had your dick in Vanya."

Now Kaleb finally did light up a cigarette. "And I'd put it there again."

"I can't believe this. This is disgusting." The rabbit felt like he needed to scrape off a film of dirt that was clinging to the surface of his tongue, except that no attempt to remove it had any effect.

From his laid back position, Kaleb leaned to one side and scoped out Vanya from around Jerwin's back. "Doesn't look too disgusting to me," the squirrel commented. "I'd say he looks pretty hot."

Against his better judgment, Jerwin turned to look, too--and, of course, Vanya was quick to meet the rabbit's gaze again. Fucking hell, Jerwin thought. Now the fox was starting to come closer, but he was doing it in a way that would have actually be pretty subtle if he hadn't been Vanya and didn't already have the instinctual attention of anyone within a ten-foot radius (and double that range for avowed fox aficionados).

In a purely objective, intellectual sense, Jerwin could let himself agree with Kaleb's decree that Vanya was "pretty hot." He looked like he was barely a day older than twenty, but he'd been coming to Prime for at least as long as Jerwin had, and that had been five years ago. That probably put Vanya in his late twenties, mid-twenties at the earliest, unless one considered the possibility that an underage Vanya had been putting his legendary talents to use in getting the bouncers to turn a blind eye to his coming into the club, which on some levels seemed like the more probable explanation.

Of course, having the reputation of a fabulous slut while looking barely older than jailbait didn't extend an aura of wholesomeness, and the whole package was enough to put Jerwin off, even if there was still something about the fox that did cause the slightest of tingles in Jerwin's own package. It was one of those tingles that was easy to ignore, though, much like a preview for a TV show with a promising concept but which was going to air on a network that you just knew was going to end up canceling it after four episodes because it had no idea what quality programming was.

That was a good way to think of Vanya, the rabbit thought: seemingly promising, but not worth the effort to get invested in, because everything good would be gone before you knew it.

"Why did you never mention this before?" Jerwin asked, whipping his head back toward Kaleb, hoping that the fox in the crowd would cease his approach.

Taking longer to turn his own gaze away from Vanya, Kaleb blinked, and then asked, "Mention what? Me and--"

"Yes," Jerwin interrupted. "The two of you. Having--oh my God, I've had transitive sex with Vanya."

The squirrel rolled his eyes. "I sincerely doubt that I'm the only person you've slept with who has conferred that honor upon you." He pointed with his lit cigarette at the area around him. "I know where you hang out."

"Hey, I don't sleep around as much as some people," the rabbit replied, jerking his thumb back in Vanya's direction, shielding the gesture from the fox with his body. "And in case you haven't been keeping track, it's your dick that I end up with most often."

"You do have a sweet ass," Kaleb said, a puff of smoke exiting his mouth as he spoke. "I'd tell you that Vanya's was sweeter if I wasn't sure you'd never let me fuck you again for saying it."

"You're so charming." Jerwin could feel the fur on the back of his neck begin to rise. "Shit. How close is he?"

Kaleb's incisors showed as he bit his lower lip, humming as he did some mental. "I figure you're at about T-minus thirty seconds to fox contact. Give or take."

"Give or take how much?" Jerwin was seriously considering leaping over the table and jamming his tongue into the squirrel's muzzle, but even such an obvious display of affection directed toward someone else might not be enough to dissuade Vanya when he was on the prowl.

Kaleb put his cigarette out in the ashtray. "I still don't see why you're so afraid," he said. "Or why you're looking a gift-fox in the mouth--or, well, not looking him in the mouth, as the case may be." The squirrel then scooted his chair closer to the table, slipped his tail off to one side, and then stood up. "Anyhow, I'm off to get me a drink. I'll catch up with you."

Jerwin's eyes turned into big, pleading saucers. "Don't--" he started, before the leave me here alone could follow, the rabbit smelled fox, and then felt a touch at the spot where his shoulder met the neck.

There was an initial jolt of shock (as in a mental jolt, not a literal static shock to the fur or anything, though the sensation was still kind of similar), and after that faded, it felt like a swarm of ants was crawling in a trail up the side of the rabbit's neck. A second later, though, the disgusting feeling of insect legs went away, and it was as if those imaginary ants had all gone still, turned into chocolate, and then melted all warm and gooey through his fur, which, upon further reflection, was still kind of gross in concept, but it at least felt less icky.

A short breath ruffled the short fur of Jerwin's left ear. "Hi there," said a young, enthusiastic, but still kind of quiet voice. With that, Vanya circled around and came into view. Up close, the curves of his boyish body helped to amplify the wholly sexual vibe he was giving off. "You're Jerwin, right?"

Jerwin was rather amazed at that--not just that Vanya knew his name, but that Vanya knew anyone's name and didn't just adopt a mental filing scheme that incorporated labels like "tall gray wolf with the big dick" and "slightly taller gray wolf with the not-as-big dick." Still, that Vanya knew Jerwin's name, specifically, implied that he knew at least little more about him, as well.

"Yeah," the rabbit replied without making complete eye contact (but also without looking away completely, since that would have been too obviously rude). "And you're Vanya."

The fox waggled his ears at the sound of his own name. "Yep, that's me," he said, plunking down into the seat that Kaleb had vacated just moments before. "That's probably a gimme, though," he added with a smile. "Bonus points if you happen to know my last name." It occurred to Jerwin, then, that he'd never considered whether 'Vanya' was actually the fox's name, whether it was a nickname or whether it was just his slutty-fox nom de guerre. At any rate, he certainly didn't know the fox's last name, and doubted that many other Prime regulars did, either.

An awkward silence began to develop, then, and Jerwin had a hard time deciding whether it would be more awkward to leave that silence lingering or to actually speak to Vanya. Seeing as he didn't even want to be around the fox, he didn't really have anything to say to the fox. "Get lost" seemed like a good way to ruin his own reputation at Prime, since Vanya was a beloved staple of the club's scene, and it wouldn't do at all to be the one person who didn't consider the fox something to be adored. All it would take to ruin him would be for Vanya to say, "That rabbit was totally mean to me!" and, at the rate at which the fox hopped from bed to bed, in no time at all, word would spread that Jerwin was some colossal jerk who didn't know how to have a good time.

"Um," was Jerwin's first response, and as dumb as the rabbit felt, Vanya's face may as well have been a blank mask for all the reaction it was showing. "So, like, is there something I can help you with?"

Vanya smiled. "No, not really," he said. "Well, I mean, unless you count helping me get to know you. That would be fine."

There was nothing coy or suggestive about the fox's tone of voice, but Jerwin still heard innuendo in that response. Hell, this was Vanya; how could he not? "I'm not sure there's all that much to know," the rabbit said. "Then again, you seem to know at least a little bit about me already."

"Just your name. Maybe a couple of other things." Again, Vanya didn't wink or smirk or suggestively inflect his voice, but Jerwin refused to believe that these 'other things' were anything but unseemly. "Besides, there's got to be a few interesting things to know about you. I'd like to know where you learned how to dance the way you do, for one."

To Jerwin's great surprise, he felt the insides of his ears heat up with a blush. He did like to dance (hence his being a regular clubgoer), and he'd heard more than a couple of times that his dancing style--particularly after having put away a few drinks--was on the 'unique' side, and he'd made intentional use of its attention-getting nature more than a couple of times, too.

Regardless, if Vanya were really so impressed by that, why had it taken him nearly five years to come and approach the rabbit about it? No, as good an icebreaker as that may be, it didn't work so well when obviously trolling for dick, and Jerwin wanted to shut the fox out entirely by just getting up and walking away, but he remembered his earlier worries about being too rude, and while he was hesitating, one of the bar staff (Straus, the six-foot-lots tiger) came by the table and dropped off a pair of drinks.

Vanya looked just as confused as Jerwin was. "Um, we didn't order these," the rabbit said to the tiger.

"Already taken care of," Straus rumbled, whirling back around and making his way back toward the bar before any questions could interrupt him.

Jerwin's growl would have been more impressive if he hadn't been a rabbit. He scanned the bar area, and though he saw no sign of Kaleb there, he had no doubt that this was all the squirrel's doing. Cheeky bastard. As soon as I can think of anything that could possibly one-up this, you're going to get it.

"Well," the fox said, appearing to wash away his confusion with a few flicks of his ears, "may as well appreciate our good fortune, right?" He raised his glass, made as if he were clinking it against another, and then took a sip without so much as sniffing to see what might be in it, his slender muzzle held out at a near-perfect thirty degree angle.

The rabbit inspected his own glass more closely. The concoction was a dull red, and it smelled strongly of alcohol. A quick sip revealed that it tasted more of fruit and sugar than of booze, though, which made it exactly the sort of faggoty drink that Kaleb would have ordered. Still, it tasted good, and right now, Jerwin really needed a drink.

Vanya set his own down and leaned forward with his elbows on the table. "So seriously," he said, eyes alert and ears perked. "You've been coming here a long time and I barely know you. Tell me something about Jerwin."

"_Jerwin's not interested in what you're selling" _was the first possible response to run through the rabbit's head, and to stay his tongue, he took another sip of his mystery drink. It smelled more alcoholic than it tasted, which meant that it was dangerous, but hopefully there wouldn't be an opportunity for a second.

Before Jerwin did formulate another deflecting response, Vanya cleared his throat and sat more upright. "Look, I'm just trying to make conversation," he said, sounding perhaps mildly offended. "If I'm bothering you or interrupting something, just say so."

Now that Vanya had handed Jerwin his out, the rabbit actually felt bad. It wasn't pity for the fox--not exactly. It was more just that the fox exuded this cheerfulness and friendliness alongside his still-obvious sexuality, and even if the rabbit wasn't interested in that, it seemed a shame to take the fox's ebullience down a peg.

"Sorry," Jerwin mumbled. "I just... don't do well with strangers." He even managed not to mentally append_"...who are inexplicably after my cock" _to the end.

The fox's tail wagged into view for the briefest of moments, the motion causing the rabbit's eye to instinctively try to follow it. "That's why I'm trying to be proactive, silly," he chirped. He definitely sounded like he was still barely just a young kit. "Last time I tried to strike up a conversation with you, you didn't seem to react to well to 'subtle.'" His vulpine grin then widened into something more predatory. "Then again, you were pretty well, ah... 'distracted' at the time, so perhaps I didn't give myself a fair shot."

Last time? Jerwin definitely didn't remember a 'last time' with Vanya. "When was this?" he asked.

Vanya did some math on his paws. "Maybe... wow, three years ago, I think?" he said. He took another sip of his drink. "It was before they had the new lighting rig above the dance floor, at any rate."

Jerwin was still drawing a blank, and when the fox saw that, he continued. "It was the night that Moreno and that wolf were both, um, sort of all over you. You were wearing that half-shirt of yours." Vanya arched one of his eyebrows, and to Jerwin's astonishment, he realized the fox was trying to be subtle.

Astonishment gave way to embarrassment when the rabbit realized that the only half-shirt he owned was the one that had the world "TAILRAISER" written across the front in big, bold capital letters.

The night in question came pouring back into Jerwin's memory like a dam had just burst forth and unleashed a tremendous flood of details. "Flood" was an apt term, too, when taking some of the specifics of those details into account.

"Ah, yes," Jerwin said, chuckling in self-defense. "That night." He noticed the fox smile politely. "And you're saying you and I had a run-in that night?" The rabbit didn't remember an encounter with Vanya that night, nor did he (as Vanya also seemed not to) recall the name of that wolf.

The fox emptied his glass. "Like I said, you were distracted," he said. "Probably a bit drunk, too. But yeah. I said hello, and I tried to warn you that Moreno sometimes liked to 'surprise' guys by trying to fuck them without working them up with lube first."

The conversation in question didn't ring any immediate bells, but Jerwin thought he could make out the shape of it through the hazy mists of his foggy memory of the evening. He more clearly recalled the coyote being naturally leaky enough that lube might not have even been necessary, though that cock hadn't ended up anywhere other than the rabbit's muzzle (repeatedly). "Ah, yes, Moreno," was Jerwin's less salaciously-oriented response. "Speaking of which, does he even come here anymore? I haven't seen him in forever."

"Since maybe around three years ago?" Vanya teased, and Jerwin almost jumped out of his seat when he felt the fox's toes brushing against his ankles beneath the table. "Nah, he's been here more recently than that. Though he's definitely stopped coming regularly. Maybe just a handful of times in the last year or so, as far as I've seen."

That still didn't preclude the possibility that the coyote and the nameless wolf had gotten together after semi-randomly picking up a rabbit who'd been wearing an outfit that had more or less advertised, "Take me home and fuck me." The thought was more amusing than it was demeaning, but having that out on the table in front of some guy he barely knew was enough to make Jerwin feel sensitive about it.

"So do you get double-teamed a lot?"

The rabbit snapped out of his severely self-aware state of mind and stared dumbstruck at the fox. "Excuse me?"

"I said I wanted to know the interesting things to know about you," Vanya said with a smirk. "And hey, if you're not going to offer anything unprompted, I've got to ask; like I said, subtle doesn't seem to be your game."

"Is my sex life really any of your business?"

"I'm hoping it might be," the fox said without any hesitation. "If not tonight, than at least some other night."

Jerwin narrowed his gaze. "You're very sure of yourself."

"I'm always sure of myself," Vanya said in a tone of voice that made him sound like he meant it. "It's you I'm less sure of."

"And what's got you so confused?" The rabbit failed to see what was so confusing about not falling all over himself to fawn on the fox.

"I didn't say I was confused; I said I was unsure." Vanya leaned in closer, giving Jerwin an even better view of his too-perfect vulpine facial features. "Mainly, I'm unsure what to expect from you, since it's obvious that you want to have sex with me, but that you don't want to let yourself have sex with me."

There was no irony in the fox's statement (though there was plenty of irony in the situation, but that's not the same thing). Jerwin felt as if he had been smacked in the face with a largemouth bass of accusation, its wet, fishy slap leaving him reeling for several seconds. If getting thwacked upside the muzzle with an imaginary piece of marine life had any effect on the fox's attitude (Jerwin didn't stop to consider that largemouth bass are freshwater fish and are therefore not, strictly speaking, marine life), his face wasn't belying what that effect might be.

"You're that sure that I want to have sex with you." Even saying the words made Jerwin feel affronted. He couldn't even bring himself to phrase his reply in the form of a question.

Vanya nodded. "Pretty darn sure." He pulled back from his close-in, personal space-violating posture and draped an arm over the back of his chair, where his fingers and the tip of his tail would brush together here and there. "I'd put money on it if I thought I could find anyone to take the bet."

"And what makes you so damn sure of that?" Every time Jerwin had tell the fox about his sureness, it was like part of him was just reinforcing that.

Tilting his muzzle off to one side, Vanya looked back at Jerwin with a glimmer in his eye that said, "Oh, you sad, sad, silly little rabbit." What he actually said, though, was, "For starters, the way you're looking at me and have been looking at me? Nobody looks at someone that closely if they're not checking out the goods."

"You flaunting your so-called 'goods!'"

Vanya rolled his eyes. "Well, duh. But that doesn't change the fact that you're still looking."

It hadn't been since gym class in high school that Jerwin had been in the position where he'd needed to deny checking out another guy, and Vanya wasn't even a six-six quarterback of a lion who could kick the shit out of him. "You're the one who's all proud of his appearance; are you going to blame me for looking, now?"

"I'm not 'blaming' you for anything. I wouldn't dress like this if I didn't want people checking me out." You know, kind of like how people don't wear crop tops if they don't want people checking them out, either. But it wasn't as if taking the time to check out somebody attractive translated directly into wanting to screw them. "But it's not just the checking-me-out part, since I know that's the next thing you're going to bring up."

Jerwin sat in his chair and balled his paws into tiny fists. Decking the fox in the face wasn't an option. "I'm listening," the rabbit said.

"Frankly," the fox said, "I can't think of any other reason you'd still be sitting here." He motioned with the paw not dangling off the back of his chair. "You're protesting a lot, sure, but you could get up and leave at any time, and you still haven't done that."

"Well, it's not like I'm just going to get up and walk away while you're in the middle of talking!" Jerwin said.

"Jerwin, please." Vanya slipped into a more casual position in his chair. "Are you going to tell me that you don't know how to 'politely' excuse yourself from a conversation you don't want to be a part of?" The fox nodded over toward the bar. "Hell, you've got a built-in excuse, even, in that you were sitting here with someone else before I came by. Gracefully bowing out of the situation would not be that hard--if you really wanted out, that is."

Upon reflection, none of Jerwin's reasons for hesitating to do as Vanya was saying seemed like they had very solid rationale. And it wasn't as if he didn't have experience blowing people off either at Prime or out in public; that sort of token politeness wasn't even hard (or even all that necessary) to feign. So why was he still sitting there, arguing with the fox?

"And so... what?" Jerwin asked as his own internal arguments finished falling apart like a wet sandcastle. "The fact that I'm still sitting here is evidence that I subconsciously want to drag you into bed?"

The fox's tail began to wag faster. "I'm not even sure that it's just subconscious," he said. "But there we go. Let me ask you honestly: would you, on even the most hypothetical levels, be interested in taking me to bed with you?"

Jerwin considered just saying "No" and ending the whole awkward discussion right then and there, but he would still know that he'd been lying, at least a little. "All right," he conceded. "I will say that, yes, you're certainly attractive enough to sleep with. Like, on a physical level."

Vanya winked. "I don't need you to convince me of that," he teased. "But thank you." He rubbed his paws together. "And what about on a personal level?"

"A personal level?" The question itself was almost surreal, given the exchange they'd been having. "Well, I mean, I don't really know you all that well, on a personal level."

"So there's no compelling personal reason to say 'no' right off the bat, then?" Another rare response from Vanya that was actually a question and not a self-assured statement of fact.

The rabbit felt his face scrunch up. "I dunno," he replied. He could feel the intersecting lines of his own wafflishness. "I guess not, really, but..."

"But?"

"But... you know," Jerwin said, making a wheeling motion with one paw.

Vanya shook his head. "I don't think I do know," he said softly. "We don't know each other all that well, no, but I don't have a problem with that, and from what I've seen of you around here, you don't have a problem with that, either."

Yeah, Vanya had him there. Just because he hadn't had sex with nearly the entirety of Prime's regular clientèle didn't mean that he hadn't, on many an evening, gone home with someone he'd just met that night, or that he hadn't enjoyed those occasions to the utmost. "I guess it's just..." The rabbit tried to find the right words, something that would sound dignified, that would make what he was trying to get across make sense to the both of them. "Well... it's like the thing everyone does."

The fox chuckled. "That thing being me?"

As if he were afraid that Vanya was unaware of that fact, Jerwin nodded and admitted, "Er, yeah, you could say that."

Vanya combed his forelocks with his fingers and claws. "Oh, Jerwin," he said. "It's not like I can force people to have sex with me. And yet why would it be, do you think, that so many folks do so anyway?"

There was a mix of earnestness, affability, and just plain honesty on the fox's face right then that Jerwin would clearly recall roughly an hour and a half later when they were back at his place and Vanya had his muzzle wrapped around the rabbit's cock.

"I guess word does get around, huh?" Jerwin said. He could feel that he had already begun to get aroused at the prospect of what was likely to come. "So, um, did... did you want another drink?"

The fox checked the clock over on the wall. "Yeah, sure," he said. "I'm not in any rush."

Jerwin got up and headed for the bar to purchase two new drinks: one for himself, and one for a fox he was pretty sure he was going to end up sleeping with by the time the night was out. The idea of following through with that no longer seemed farfetched or repulsive, but the rabbit still wanted alcohol to numb what little remained of his sense of shame. It was doubtful that said shame would amount to anything anyway, but for peace of mind, he wanted it dead.

There was still no sign of Kaleb, and since Jerwin was too embarrassed to ask the bartender what the drink was that the squirrel had ordered for them before, he instead ordered a pair of Flaming Foxes (being the most appropriate beverage he could think of). Vanya offered no complaint, and the second set of drinks went even quicker than the first.

The rabbit and the fox chatted a bit more, but by this point, since it was clear that they were, in fact, going to end up having sex eventually, they both pretty much just glossed over the details of the conversation, in a manner not entirely dissimilar to this paragraph.

When it came time for the traditional "My Place or Your Place?" discussion, Vanya chimed in with, "My place is closer," and that was enough to put that argument to immediate rest. After leaving the club, Jerwin thought about how he hadn't told Kaleb he was leaving, then figured that he wouldn't have done so even if he'd thought of it beforehand.

Vanya paid for the cab, and it wasn't until after they'd gotten into the building that Jerwin realized that the fox hadn't even told the driver where he lived. A combination of alcohol and giddiness made that kind of funny, and when the rabbit started to giggle as he rode up the elevator, Vanya shot him amused looks.

The inside of Vanya's apartment itself smelled strongly of fox, but not as strongly of sex as Jerwin had been expecting, although there was still a hint of that, too (inasmuch as Vanya's scent was already pretty sexual). The place was neat, as most gay guys' places were, and the décor was tasteful without being too bland. Jerwin didn't notice that last part so much, though, since within ten seconds of stepping in through the door, he and the fox had locked muzzles and were busy devouring each other's tongues.

There might have been some more conversation as the pair made their way from the living room to the bedroom, but if there was, it wasn't as important as the constantly-groping paws and the awkward stumble-walking that came as result of their being unable to stop making out as they made their way down the hallway. Vanya seemed to have at least some practice in doing that, and Jerwin knew that he'd had some, too, but their styles didn't quite match up, like two karate champions who where both still experts but who had studied under different masters and so did things a little differently.

The subject of doing things became immediately relevant once Vanya pushed Jerwin backfirst through the door into the bedroom, and it was only at that point that the fox released his hold on the rabbit. Dizzy from kissing and from drinking, Jerwin saw the vulpine's fuzzy form coalesce into something more distinct, standing there with a very assured pose and an even more assured grin on his muzzle.

"So," Jerwin said, knowing full well that his erection was quite visible through the fabric of his pants. "You, uh, seem pretty sure that you want to do this."

Vanya stepped closer. "And here you were chastising me earlier for being so sure of myself."

"I see the error of my ways, now," Jerwin replied, the fox drawing closer still. The rabbit reached out and placed his paws on Vanya's shoulders, and Vanya slid his own paws along Jerwin's hips and made them both move another step closer to the bed.

Making very good use of his leverage, Vanya tripped Jerwin around the ankles, making him fall back onto the bed. The rabbit felt his rump bounce a few times on the springs, and he found the mattress to be nicely comfortable. He thought of how many other guys had had a similar revelation about the relative coziness of Vanya's bed in any number of near-identical situations, and now he finally understood the thrill of what it would be like to join Kaleb in the Non-Exclusive 'I've Had My Dick in Vanya' Club. The grin on Vanya's face told him that the fox was more than happy to induct him into it.

"Think you can get your pants open without tearing the button off?" the fox asked, though a better question would have been "will you get your pants open without tearing the button off?" Before Jerwin could get his paws to the front of his pants, Vanya got his own paws there, first, but instead of helping to get them open, he instead leaned down and rubbed and stroked the insides of the rabbit's thighs, occasionally using his thumbs and forefingers to frame the bulging crotch in between.

Jerwin bit his teeth and unfastened his belt, then undid his pants without causing any damage. He earned both an appreciative grin from the fox as well as the relief of easing the pressure on his groin. The fox's nostrils twitched visibly, and the rabbit knew that his new friend had a far better take on his scent than Jerwin himself did. A wag of the tail and a quick grope later, and Jerwin was pushed down onto his back, his big feet and slender calves dangling off the end of the bed.

"I'm going to suck your cock now," Vanya said as his fingers hooked into the waistband of Jerwin's pants and boxers, tugging them down to mid-thigh before letting go.

"I'm not going to say no to that."

"You think I'd take no for an answer?" And before Jerwin could come up with some snide remark to offer for what Vanya might, in fact, take for an answer, the rabbit's vocal centers were shut down by the feeling of a warm muzzle engulfing him.

The experience of what had to have been several hundred blowjobs was evident from the very first moment: the fox's lips and tongue moved with a teasing delicateness that no person could manage without practice, and which Jerwin himself had felt only so rarely--and even then, it still hadn't felt quite as good as this. It was like Vanya was able to read every minor body twitch and every invisible brainwave and determine just how much sensation he could provide without providing enough but without providing quite too little. Jerwin knew that he couldn't suck cock this well, that was for sure.

Shit, with a muzzle like Vanya's, Jerwin wondered how anyone at Prime could bring themselves to sleep with anyone else after experiencing what the fox had to offer. Maybe guys got spoiled after a while; maybe they held back intentionally for fear of getting spoiled. Or maybe Vanya had actual standards and didn't just put out for anyone who wanted their dick sucked. Jerwin only knew that Kaleb was going to have to put in an extra-good showing the next time the two of them ended up together, or there was a perfectly good chance that Jerwin might not even be able to stay hard for want of such perfectly good stimulation.

After Jerwin was done thinking through that, the fox started to apply actual suction to his cocksucking, and that made the rabbit cry out as his upper back left the mattress, the shudder of bliss making his spine curl up and then extend again, like a wadded-up drinking straw wrapper that had a drop of water dripped onto it. The sensation was even more straining to the rabbit's tolerances thanks to the fact that his dick was far harder than it usually was when getting a mere "fully adequate and serviceable" blowjob from someone. Usually, when someone was a hungry little cockslut, there was the temptation to equate their muzzle to a vacuum cleaner, but Vanya's precious snout was neither so crude nor so clumsy, and it also didn't make nearly as much noise.

Actually, there was surprisingly little noise coming from the fox's oral ministrations at all, aside from the occasional very quiet yet still somehow very obvious wet sound of the saliva seal between Jerwin's cock and Vanya's tongue being broken and reapplied. It was beautifully understated and subtle, like the good kind of modern art, and Jerwin thought that if he could somehow get that sound recorded, he could, when at home by himself, lie back on his bed with a pair of headphones and get off just by listening to it without even having to use his paws.

The rabbit grunted. "V-Vanya, I--oh, fuck--I..." He took a deep breath, swallowed, and got his words back. "I'm gonna... I'm gonna not be able to fuck you if you keep doing that."

The soft sucking sound stopped, replaced by a muffled giggle, and then a more lewd slurp as the fox more clumsily drew his snout off of the rabbit's dick. "Oh, Jerwin," the fox cooed, his paw stroking the rabbit's balls absentmindedly. "See, now tonight has taught me that you clearly need a lesson in taking the initiative to take what you want when you want it." He then reached out and poked his other paw at the rabbit's chest. "And I have it on good authority that someone happens to be in the willing tailraiser category, so you just relax for now and enjoy your blowjob, okay?"

Vanya brooked no rebuttal from Jerwin, or he at least silenced any attempts at such by sliding his muzzle back over the rabbit's slippery, sensitive shaft. Jerwin had no problem with getting off in the fox's mouth, as there were certainly worse fates one could endure, and the blowjob itself was mind-blowing enough that the rabbit almost didn't mind finishing with that as a trade-off with the opportunity to get that fox onto his paws and knees and pound the hell out of his cute little ass, that cute little ass that was adorably hot enough that even the average straight guy would (and likely often did) bite his lip, suck it up, and take a shot at it.

No, Jerwin wouldn't get that. Jerwin was going to get fucked by Vanya.

The thought of getting fucked by Vanya, as a capstone to all the other irony that had been feeding into the rabbit's evening, was the last little spark that the powder keg of Jerwin's pent-up lust needed to finally just explode, and much like the rabbit had actually fired a cannon or maybe a shotgun, his body shuddered backwards with recoil as be blasted the back of the fox's mouth.

Either the force or the volume (or the combination thereof) of Jerwin's orgasm actually broke Vanya's hitherto perfect concentration, the fox's eyes widening and his ears twitching in the time-dilated moment in between when the climax was registered and the vulpine began swallowing. Jerwin could see the slender, white-furred throat ripple once with a single swallow, the sight of which made him wish he could get off again right then and there.

A few breaths and a licking of the chops later, Vanya leaned up onto the bed and chuckled. "Lordy," he said. "Being pent-up as that, I'm fucking amazed you were able to hold off on my advances for as long as you did."

Jerwin started to respond with, "You have shown me the erro--", but in mid-sentence, he felt Vanya's paws grab him by the ankles, leveraging him in such a way that he had to flip over onto his belly. Vanya then stood up and held onto the rabbit's legs as if they were the handles on a wheelbarrow, and he pushed them forward so that the rabbit folded up into an all-fours position, his pants bunched up in the backs of his knees.

"Your butt is pretty cute when it's naked," the fox said, which sounded weird, but Jerwin had known several guys, mostly guys from Prime, who had asses that looked killer when they were out on the dance floor wearing hot pants or tight leather shorts, but which looked only so-so once it actually came time to fuck. It was a compliment that--

Okay, and now Vanya was giving Jerwin an unprompted rimjob. This fox truly was one of the greatest treasures of the modern age.

With less of the 'not-quite-enough-and-yet-still-just-enough' tongue-work that he'd used on Jerwin's cock, Vanya lapped and licked underneath the rabbit's tail, muzzle poking in between the curves of his cute-when-naked rump. There was nary any time for Jerwin to feel self-conscious about it before he started getting into it, wiggling and grinding his hips backwards such as to urge the fox into being more direct and less hesitant. Not that Vanya had been hesitant in much at all; this proved to be no different, happily, and the rabbit groaned in pleasure as his spent cock twitched halfheartedly.

The fox's talented tongue probed deeper, wriggling in tight little spirals as it pushed its way into the rabbit's rear passage just a half-inch at a time. Of course, the time in between each "at a time" got less and less rather rapidly, until before long, Jerwin was burying his face into one of Vanya's pillows as the fox sloppily tongue-fucked him. A good rimming was so hard to get (Jerwin had never gotten even an attempt out of Kaleb), and on the occasions that a partner could be coaxed into giving it a shot, it wasn't often what one would call "great."

This wasn't what one would call "great," either; this is what one would call "absolutely fucking spectacular."

Alas, all good things do need to come to an end, and Vanya's desire for some spectacular fucking must have kicked in next, because he withdrew his snout from the spot under the rabbit's tail, giving it a farewell kiss before crawling bodily up onto the bed. The fox didn't add a lot of weight to the mattress, but he added presence, and Jerwin's head felt somehow heavier as he lifted it back up from between his arms.

"See what assertiveness gets you, rabbit?" Vanya asked, his erection slapping down into the groove between the rabbit's rump cheeks Jerwin hadn't even heard the fox get his shorts open. That sort of vulpine trickery was more than welcome now, though.

As Vanya rocked his hips back and forth, smearing drizzle through the fur of the rabbit's backside, Jerwin ran through his mental list of sexual experiences to see if he'd ever been fucked by a fox before. Vanya's cock felt thick, for a fox's, but Jerwin couldn't recall ever feeling a fox's cock up against his ass before, really, so maybe he was just imagining it, or maybe he just really needed to get fucked, now. He considered admitting that to Vanya aloud, but logically, Vanya had to already know that anyway.

One thing that Jerwin did know from experience was the vulpine propensity to leak an awful lot, and Vanya was definitely up to snuff in that category. He thought of Moreno, then, and then bit his lip, expecting the fox to begin working himself in with just saliva and drizzle. The fox pulled his shaft away, but instead of immediately repositioning it against the rabbit's entrance, he held off, and when Jerwin turned around to see what might be the matter, he saw the fox working the little pump bottle on his nightstand, squirting lube onto his paw, which he subsequently worked onto his shaft with a wet shlick-shlick-shlick sound. As an added bonus, Jerwin got a single slippery digit slipped in underneath his tail for just a brief diddling before Vanya withdrew it and placed both paws on the rabbit's hips and leaned forward and then repositioned his cock under the tail. The fox's chest rested against the taller rabbit's back, his muzzle still long enough to reach the base of his partner's ears. "Tell me if I need to go slower," he murmured.

And with that, the fox shoved himself in with a single smooth motion, making Jerwin's head snap up and back like he'd been riding in a car that had to stop short on the highway. Vanya let out a blissful snarl, sounding very much like any other canid who had topped the rabbit before. Jerwin hadn't even caught his breath yet when the fox already started to thrust, wasting no time in pumping his hips with feral, lustful need. "Gah, fuck, you're tight," he gasped. "I can--rrf! I can see why you advertise."

The way that Vanya fucked was nothing at all like the tender, delicate way that he sucked dick. No, Vanya was like his canine cousins in the way that he rutted as if his very life depended on it. To say that it made Jerwin dizzy would have been a tremendous understatement; the rabbit had trouble keeping his upper body supported with his arms, the constant pounding his prostate was taking making him lightheaded and causing his half-hard, dribbling shaft to drip and leak to excess. This was a raw, solid power-fuck, and Jerwin had gotten less thorough ones from guys nearly twice the size of Vanya. This was the kind of mounting that would leave the rabbit's asshole with a dull, pleasant, got-royally-fucked tingling until round about eleven o'clock the next morning (possibly drawing on until noon, if Vanya had the stamina to go for longer).

However long Vanya had the stamina to go on, though, was hard to determine, because Jerwin was having great difficulty tracking the passage of time. He tried to measure beats by the rhythm of the fox's thrusting, but that was futile, because the fox kept altering his pace, changing it up at what Jerwin's distracted brain could only figure was random. The result was that time, even relative time, was pretty much meaningless, and in the meantime, the rabbit couldn't even just space out into a trance, since there was no steady meter to the fucking to lull him in.

At the end of one (also presumably random) thrust, Vanya stayed hilted, grinding his hips against Jerwin's upturned ass as his muzzle brushed the base of the rabbit's ear again. "You okay with tying?" he asked.

That was darn considerate of Vanya, really, to stop in the middle of a hardcore slam-fucking to ask an important personal question. Even among the sleep-around crowd, Jerwin knew that some guys--mostly other canids--took tying as a more intimate act (that is, a hardcore slam-fucking was perfectly acceptable to engage in with someone you barely knew, but actually letting the knot stick in place at the end might violate some sensitive personal boundary). Jerwin, however, had no such compunctions, and so he nodded his head and gasped out a quick, "Uh-huh."

"Oh, good," Vanya replied, purring like a cat, his claws digging harder into Jerwin's hips before thrusting resumed. Even prepared for the impact, the rabbit had his breath knocked back out of him, and he let his arms give entirely, face-planting into the pillow. He turned his head to one side, resting one cheek against that pillow so that he could stare unfocusedly at a blank spot on the fox's bedroom wall as he kept on getting fucked.

The movements of Vanya's hips went from continually changing pace to just plain arrhythmic. Each time the fox jammed himself deep enough, Jerwin could feel that the base of his cock was a little bit thicker, and before long, the rabbit could identify the roundness of the growing knot that would be stuck into him pretty soon. The gripping pressure on Jerwin's hips got stronger, and the throttling his prostate was taking felt nearly as good as a full-on orgasm in its own right.

A few thrusts later, and the fox was 'bouncing' off of Jerwin's rump, his knot swollen enough that it wouldn't fit inside with the force behind his hips. On the times he'd been tied before, Jerwin liked to count how many times a guy's knot would 'kiss' him under the tail before it finally got shoved inside, but the rabbit was too loopy to do something as complex as counting.

There were however many more grunts and thrusts after that, then, and then fox and rabbit cried out at the same time, for the same reason, but for different reasons of that reason. Vanya doubled over Jerwin's body, clutching his arms around the rabbit's belly, shuddering and shaking, reduced to a growling, hissing, panting mess as he came deep inside the rabbit's body where he couldn't feel it.

After Vanya had to have been spent, he jerked his hips a few more times, grunting out through his nostrils as he confirmed that, yes, his knot was good and snug in place, not going anywhere anytime soon (without causing Jerwin considerable pain and distress, at any rate). Jerwin just closed his eyes, feeling the dull throb of his own backside, stretched around the fox's thick member, and he licked his lips when he realized how dry his mouth had gotten.

Taking a few breaths, Jerwin couldn't even smell his own scent over Vanya's. He wondered whether a single shower would even fully wash the smell of horny fox off of him. Quite possibly not. "Fucking hell, that was incredible," the rabbit murmured.

"Lots of practice," the fox replied. "Lots of practice."

"Hey, if you ever need more practice..." Jerwin suggested with a chuckle.

Vanya pinched his claws at the rabbit's tummy. "I don't need more practice," he said. "But I'd fuck you again at some point, if you're offering."

"Just not tonight, though," Jerwin said. "I don't think I could take it."

"Oh, please," Vanya replied with a chuckle of his own. "Odds are I'm gonna pass out while I'm still tied to you. Which, I mean, if you don't want to spend the night, just wake me up and I'll let you out."

"If I stay the night, do we get to fuck again in the morning?"

Vanya gave Jerwin's chest a gentle pat. "Depends on what state we're in when we wake up, plus how much time we've got." The fox really was quickly sounding more and more exhausted. "Let's leave it as 'a possibility.'"

"Fair enough." Jerwin was willing to let himself fall asleep here, if Vanya was cool with that, which he certainly seemed to be. He didn't really take Vanya to be the 'cuddling' type, but what with the whole deal with the tie and all, it wasn't as if the fox had much of a choice.

The rabbit received a lick to the rim of his ear. "Thanks for letting me get to know you better," the fox muttered. "You're a cute guy."

"Yeah," Jerwin replied, shifting his hips from side to side, getting a slightly annoyed/amused grunt from the plugged-in-place fox. "You too."

When Jerwin next returned to Prime, would there be something different about him? When the other clubgoers looked at him, would they somehow be able to 'know' what had happened? Would he be radiating the glow of a guy who finally learned what the big deal really was about getting into bed with everyone's favorite fox?

At last, then, the final piece of Jerwin's earlier logical disconnect made it to light: with as much hooking up and casual sex as went on at Prime, there was a difference between being the industry standard village bicycle and being the sort of two-wheeled treasure that one looked as fondly upon as one did his own first ride that didn't have training wheels. There were plenty of sluts at the club, Jerwin probably among them, but it took something special to give someone a good reputation for it, and heck, this fox certainly didn't have training wheels.

Vanya made a few more sounds that almost sounded like words before nuzzling and tucking his muzzle in past the rabbit's shoulder. A moment later, he was snoring quietly, still draped over Jerwin's back.

Well, Jerwin thought to himself as he felt the fox drift into true sleep, that wasn't really so bad at all, was it?