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"His liver don't look so good" John said and examend the stats on the digital screen showing the boys internal statics. Its green glow cast deep shadows over his face. Azuka removed her glasses and looked at her husband like her had lost his mind.

"Are you kidding? It looks like shit!" They both looked at the screen again. It showed a digital picture of the boys organs and sceleton. "I see traces of neurotoxins" John said and looked closer. Azuka cocked a eyebrown. "Scorpion venom?" She suggested.

John scratched his chin,"Good guess,could be!"

"I would like to check his DNA,God only knows what they put inside the poor boy!" Her forhead creased with worry.

"We chould be able to fix that...for a price!" John waged his eyebrowns suggestively. Azuka tapped her chin lightly with her index finger,pretending to think.

"Hmmm How 'bout a kiss?" She playfuly suggested. John snapped his fingers at her; "Bingo!"

She stood up on tip-toes and kissed him, innocently...at least in the beginning.

Violet eyes snapping open when she felt how her husband trust his tongue inside her mouth,and for one second Azuka pondered if she should pull away, she had a job to do after all...

_Damn it , we have not been out on a date for about two years! We deserve some fun! _

She wraped her arms around his muscular neck, squeezing it tightly. John groand,almost growled into the kiss, swiping his tongue up along the roof of his wife's mouth. He grabed her skirt clad hips in his big paws, and Azuka wraped her legs instinctively around his waist.

He lifted her and carried her over the the chair by her desk.

He sat heavily into it, it creaked with their combined weight. He then started to kiss her neck with loving,passionate kisses.

She forgot about the endless piles of paper work that needed to be done.

She forgot about the endless reports that came in.

Azuka forgot about everything.

The only thing that mattered was John, his passionate kisses and warm touch, that slowly wore away all and any resistance. She had a very vague feeling that they were about to break a tone of diffrent regulations. Two hundred and thirty two in fact, if memory serves right.

But, as with everything else right now, she simply did not care.

She felt how John reatch inside of her white doctor robe to paw at one of her breasts. He squeezed it firmy, and then rubed and toyed with her bra-clad nipple.

Almost automatically, Azuka reached under her bossom, folding one arm under it, pushing it up. At the same time a thin whisp of violet telekinetic energy proceeded to unclasp her black sports bra. John grunted before he put his muzzle to one of her now naked breasts and sucked.

Azuka gasped shrilly and curled her fingers into her husband's mane. She simultaneously felt how her underwear started to dampen.

"Well! Well! Isn't this a nice sight to behold!" Jorek purred.

With a loud squeak, Azuka all but fell out of her husbands embrace, slapping her paws over her naked bust, blushing like a virgin.

"Jorek! What are you doing here!?" Azuka squeked again. She fumbled with the buttons of her robe.

"Just wanted to check on the little guy!" Jorek jabbed his tumb at the unconscious boy on the bed.

"But what you were doing seems like much more fun, oh please don't mind me, continue!" He teased.

Azuka groaned, he was so shameless!

She suddenly felt a twinge of shame, she had almost had sex with her husband on the table, when a young boy needed her help the most.

The boy layed on the white,clean bed. Blonde hair splayed out around his face like a golden halo. His cheeks were sunken, he had bruises on his face, a deep cut on his bottom lip.Dark circels shown under his eyes.

Still there was something possibly...Angelic about him.

Perhaps it was the subtle strenght that radiated from him. Or the fact that the boy was a tad to beautiful.

In any case, that he was no ordinary school boy was certain.

Jorek leand down closer to theb boy's face and took a deep sniff.

"So know we need to check on...Jorek what are you doing!?" Azuka screamed suddenly.

Jorek was leaning down over the boy's unconscious form,lapping at the dirty face, his pink tounge leaving drool behind wherever it went.

"He's so dirty...I thought I'll spice him up a bit...He's nose is dry too,might want to check that too" Jorek said betwen his heavy licks.

"His nose is supposed to be dry Jorek!" Azuka said, her tone bordering on aggravition.

Jorek stopped mid lick and shifted his gaze to Azuka's. His broad,coarse tounge pushed the boy's cheek up into heavy creases.

"Really?......That's so coo!" He exlaimed gleefully.

Azuka rolled her eyes and snorted at him.

"Remove your tounge from him immediately! We don't know were he have been...Correction; We don't know were you have been with your tounge!"

Jorek gave her a glower.

"I have just been licking-!"

"No. Please. Spare me the details!" Azuka cut him off.

Jorek snorted."Fine! But its a really good story!"

John wagged his eyebrowns at Jorek."Maybe you could tell it to me, over a beer?"

Jorek reatch over and claped John hard on his shoulder,"You,my good fellow have a deal!"

Azuka crossed her arms over her chest. "You're not drinking while at work!" John winked and smiled at his wife in response.

"Don't you have DNA checking to do?" Jorek,as always,smiled at her and crossed his bulging arms over his chest.

"Not while the two of you are in here, shoo shoo!" She playfuly shooed them to the door.

"And remember: No drinking what so ever!" She sternly pointed a finger at the two males. "Yes mom! I mean ma'am!" Jorek did a perfect but playful salute towards Azuka. She silently replied by rolling her violet eyes heavily at him, and then snort.

"Good luck ,honey!" John said and kissed Azuka once on the lips and once on the cheek.

"No drinking!" She called after the males again, before she went to the door,closed it and then proceeded to walk over to her desk to look over a sheet of paper.

The boy's vital signs were scribbled down onto it in Azuka's clean, orderly handwriting. No way she let John do the writing part. He wrote like a garden rake.

Her eyes shifted away from the paper and onto the boy.

He looked both tense and peaceful at the same time. Which was a bit strange.

Ever so carefully she grabbed a scalpel from the metal table standing close by, and gently picked up wisps of faint blonde hair, before dragging the sharp instrument through it, cutting many long strands lose from the unconscious boy's head. Azuka then put the scalpel on its rightful place on the table again.

She walked over to one of the monitors that was placed on a small white table close to the wall.

It reminded of a small computer of sorts. It had lots of thin cables going into the wall behind it.

It had a little space on top of it. In it rested a small, thin glass lid. Azuka carefuly put the strands of hair into the little space, before she closed it and started to type away on its small console.

"Good day Dr Azuka!" A voice said from the DNA scanner's speakers. It sounded soft and polite, but undeniably artificial.

"Good day,Mimir!" She said happily back.

"What do you require of me today?" The scanner's voice almost had a touch of very real eagerness in it.

"I would like you to scan these tresses of hair for me, and then send the information to my personal computer...while I get a much needed cup of coffee!"

"Of course Azuka!" Came the quick reply. She turned to the boy again. "We'll finaly see what they did to you...And why..."

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"Okey spill, I have known you for years, so I definitely know when something is bothering you..." John snorted as he and Jorek was walking in one of the base's many corridors.

"You don't love me anymore..." Jorek said, pure and simple, always so straightforward and never beating around the bush.

John froze in his tracks. He slowly turned to Jorek, afraid that his gaze would burn him. But has he met eyes with the younger feline, he saw that Jorek's face was cool and neutral. John wasn't sure which bodherd him most, the coolness or the careful mask of neutrality. Jorek wasn't meant to look that way.

He let out a deep sigh,"Just because Azuka and I don't sleep with you anymore does not mean that we have stopped to care about you..."

Jorek scoffed.

"It really dosen't!" John tried again. To his relief Jorek smiled and nodded once, John knew it was far from over,however. They resumed their walk. About half way they meet another furry. The wolf in question got quite the unespected greeting when Jorek gave his ass a hearty clap.

He froze a few feet away from them,and slowly turned around. He was a nice rusty red color, his green eyes were sharp and intense.

His face broke out into a smile when he saw the white tiger.

"Jorek you're shameless! Smacking my ass in public like that!"

"So I have been told!" Jorek laughed. John felt how the corners of his mouth twitched as he fought the urge to smile.

"How's training looking up for you then? Any luck so far?" John said and crossed his arms, the great biceps bulging out even more.

The rusty wolf tilted his flat paw in a 'fifty-fifty' type of motion. "Up and down!" He finaly answers. "But you're making progress,right?" John said.

The wolf's ears lowerd a bit down onto his rusty red head. He awkwardly rubbed at his neck. "Minimum progress at most..."

"Maybe you need some of my personal advise and training..." Jorek mused. John gave him a look.

"And that means him being bent over an object while you piston your cock in and out of his ass!" John concluded.

Jorek's muzzle opend with a smack of disbelief.

" Huh!? I would never do such a thing, what do you take me for?"

"A nymphomaniac?" John tried, shrugging.

"Or maybe a lunatic with an unhealty sexdrive?" The red wolf said, tapping his chin with a nail.

"That's it! I'm not speaking to either of you!" Jorek said with a frown,before he crossed his arms over his chest.

Both lion and wolf chuckled.

"No but all jokes aside, I would love to get some alone time with you sweetheart, but my boyfriend is waiting for me, said he'll take me out...But maybe we could get toghter all three of us sometime?" He rasied an eyebrown suggestively at Jorek.

"You know where to find me!" Jorek replied and gave the wolf a thumb up.

The wolf noded with a smile before he checked his wrist watch. His green eyes widened as the current time stared back at him.

"Oh my! I'll be late if I don't go now! I'll see you guys later!"

"Good luck on your date!"

"See you guys later!" The wolf waved before he began to promptly walk again.

John and Jorek reasumed their walk as well. They soon enough came to a big door that was wide open with the help of two mangnets bolted to the right and left wall on either side of the door.

A hum of voices fluttred out from the wide open doors, caressing the two felines sensetive ears. The compact sound only grew louder as the two soliders walked inside, not loud enough to overvelm them, but loud to make conversation a bit tricky.

Jorek glanced around, confusion writen over every inch of his face. "Why are we in the canteen?" He asked, completly perplexed.

John raised an eyebrown, "What do you do in an dining hall?" He asked.

"Oh Ha Ha, very funny!" Jorek replied, his tone dry and dripping with sarcasm.

"Oh come now, you know I'm just pulling your tail! Besides I need to speak to Danny about something..."

"What are you going to talk about with Danny?" Jorek asked with his ears flicking forward on his head.

John gave him in return a crooked smile that curled on the right side of his muzzle.

"For Danny's ears only!" He laughed at the indigniant snort he got in response.

"Go and buy something to eat won't 'ya! I sense that your glucose is way to low!" John jabbed at the line of furs waiting for their turn for food. Jorek shruged before he went to stand in line.

John looked around trying to spot the dalmatian somewere. He smiled when he did find him, sitting among his friends at one of the numerous round tables.

He walked over to them, and the dalamtian's blue eyes bulged out when he noticed the lion walking over to them. He immediately sprang up and saluted.

The lion chuckled and gently patted the spotty head.

"At ease soldier!" He saw with no small amout of pride how Danny lowerd his perfectly executed salute and sat down at the table once more.

"Would you guys mind if I borrowed Danny for a bit!" John asked the younger recruits.

"Not at all John, do what ever you want with him!" A golden retriver teased.

John reatched over and ruffled the dog's ears, before he in a flash looked his arm around the young recruit's neck and gave him a firm noogie!

"Ahaha....S-Shit stop! Hehehahah!" The golden furred dog was trapped in a fit of laughter.

"Nu huh! You gotta say the magical word first!" John replied with a trilling laugh.

"Okey Okey!... Please!" He wheezed between laughts. John unhooked his arm around the golden retrivers neck with a rumbling laugh. He fondly ruffled he golden retivers head fur one last time before he let him go.

"You boys behave now, I won't keep Danny for long!" He chuckled again, before he gestured for the dalmatian to follow him with a toss of his head.

With a slight glance to his friends the sapphire eyed dog followed after the burly lion.

Jorek fingered on a chicken sandwich...or maybe a good pasta salad with garlic sauce?

Suddenly, the calmness of the dining hall was shattered when the sound of pots and other metal objects crashing onto the kitchen floor, accompanied by glasses getting shattered...

"AND GET FUCK OUT OF MY KITCHEN YOU BAG OF WOTHLESS CRAP!" A voice boomed from the kitchen's swishing twin doors.

And in a blur of whines and twitching tail, a wolf rushed out of the kitchen as if he had the devil on his tail.

Jorek smirked. Seems like the chef is protecting his territory once again!

The next second a very angry looking fox stomped out of the kitchen and making his way to the diffrent pots and pans with meals in them.

His fur was a normal red color, with two sharp white stripes going vertically over his eyes. His eyes was a startling shade of cherry blossom pink. He was sleak and at the same time a bit muscular.

His big,poffy tail was lashing quietly in anger. On his head rested a white little hat, like one the food personnel in a school was forced to wear. He was in the process of cleaning the inside of two glasses,when his eyes shifted and noticed Jorek.

"Yes can I help you?" He quipped angrily betwen pointed fangs.

Jorek's smirk grew. " And what happend today to get you in such a horrible mood?"

The fox gave him a sharp,searing glower.

"Fuck off Jorek, I'm not in the mood for your cheap attempts of seduction today!" He snapped at the tiger. Jorek just put his paws up in surrender.

"Woah! Easy there! I was just having some fun, you don't need to get all touchy!"

The fox crossed his arms and raised an eyebrown at Jorek before he sighed. "Very well, I'll tell you why!" He pointed sharply at the wolf who had rushed out of the kitchen earlier, "That little rat had the balls to come up to me and say that he did not like my food!"

The wolf in question let out sharp whines,and all but stuffed himself under the table.

"I didn't say that! I just wondered if you could make me something without nuts!"

"And why would I do that!? Do you want another round of my frying pan?" The fox picked up his most trusted friend and companion; A big black frying pan.

Jorek suddenly frowned and crossed his burly arms over his chest. "Did you hit him with that frying pan?"

The fox glared at him in return. " I tried, but that fucker is fast I'll give him that!"

Jorek rolled heavely with his ice blue eyes.

"Well don't do it again, or I'll tell John and he'll make you reseble a rat rather then a fox!"

The fox's eyes turned into angry slits. " Is that a treat?" He asked evenly. "Nope! Just a little tip!" Jorek answerd happily.

The fox glanced at the wolf and then to the frying pan in his paw. "And If I don't plan to follow your little tip?"

Jorek cracked his knukles with a grin, but he had a serious glint in his eyes.

"Then I guess I'll just have to beat you up, ready for your spanking?" He quipped.

"You can try and see how you can do that with both of your arms broken!" The fox hissed.

Jorek let out a thrilled chuckle.

"Nah, I don't hit feminine looking guys, it's not good for my self esteem or reputation!" He replied with a fanged grin.

The fox let out an nasty laugh. " Ha! What self esteem!? What reputation!? The only reputation you have is that of a slut!"

Jorek rolled his eyes but offred no reply.

"I'll take a chicken sandwich and a pasta salad!" Jorek said with a sudden grin.

"Are you Bipolar?" The fox asked with a half angry-half amused smile.

Jorek shook his head. "Nope!" He gave the fox an impossibly big smile.

"Are you insane then?" The fox asked with a quizzical smile, almost as if Jorek was some kind of puzzle he tried to solve.

Jorek laughed. "Possibly!"

"Must be hard for you!" The fox snapped.

"Must be hard being a level three carrier!" Jorek sing sang. He then stuck his pink tounge at the fox.

Jorek then gatherd the chicken sandwich and pasta salad.

He then proceed to turn around and started to walk the same way he came from. "Aren't you going to pay for that!" The fox snapped after him. Without turning around or stopping,Jorek said "Nah, have a nice day Jeremy!"

Jeremy sputtred something under his breath before he shouted " It must be hard being a level five carrier, knowing that you killed your parents, and are forced to use your powers everyday, knowing that you killed them, must suck to be you!"

Jorek froze. The muscles in his entire body straining like a tense vire. Jorek didn't look at the fox when he replied. "Excuse me, but would you repeat that, I didn't hear you" His reply was neutral but his voice had an coldness, a carefulled layed mask.

The fox started to understand that he had made a mistake when Jorek casualy walked over to a table and put his food down onto it.

Jorek then proceded to prowl towards the fox with large,decisive strides.

When he stood before Jeremy, he saw that Jorek's face was cool and expressionless. But his eyes burned with a cold, dark flame.

"Repeat what you said!" Jorek hissed quietly. Jeremy took a involuntary step back. He shouldn't have, like any predator, Jorek knew now to advance. Jorek stood towering over the fox that now felt very dismally small suddenly.

"Okey listen Jorek, that was a bad move on my-UGH!" The red fox was cut of when Jorek's paw slamed itself down hard onto the back of his head and neck, swiftly and forcefully making it collide with the metal counter which was followed by a sickening crunch.

"That was a bad move on your part!?" Jorek hissed with a fanged smile. He increased the pressure on the fox's face and it was rewared with a sharp whine. Suddenly, he jerked the fox upright.

"Never ever speak about my mama or papa that way!" He said with a fierce glare and a growl rumbling deep in his chest. The fox noded slightly, as much as he could anyway with the white tiger's paws clasped around his throat.

Suddenly the death mask that had covred Jorek's face melted away into a smile, and he put the fox down.Bewildered out of his mind, the fox's eyes followed the tiger as he went back to the table were he left the chicken sandwich and the pasta salad. Jorek picked them up, one under each arm before he started to walk towards the doors he entered from.

He stopped, turned around and with a big,toothy grin he said, "I'm still not going to pay for these things!" And with that, he turned around, leaving the fox with wide eyes and his jaw somewere on the floor.

---

Arlen sat in the overly stuffed chair, browsing through the endless channels on the thin black plasma TV, utterly bored to death. One paw was resting under his chin while it in turn rested on his left knee. The broken rib feelt more like a bruce then a fractured bone, thanks to some nasty smeeling paste and even nastier tasting tea like substance with an incredible bitter taste.

Arlen was torn from his musings when there was a few soft knocks on the door.

"Its open!" He hollered.

Arlen raised both eyebrowns when Tamra walked in through the door, looking lost and worried at the same time. Her beautiful face was turned into a frown.

Tamra nervously twirled her fingers. There was nothing between them. No words, nor any gazes, only the thick silence.

"I don't really know what to say..." She said before trailing of.

"Maybe you could beging with telling me why you are here...Not that your company is unasked for!" His baritone voice was familiar, comforting for her ears.

Tamra slowly locked her gaze with his. He had not changed. But then again, she thought, it had only been a year since they had last seen each other.

Her moss green eyes trailed up over his body. He still took care of himself, even when not on missions or stuff to do with work. It clearly showed.

Her face flushed as she remeberd how it felt to have him pressed up against her in the stinking toilet. So hard his body had been agains hers...

"Did you heard what I said?" His voice brought her out of her staring.

She blushed an even greater shade of red then before, squeaked out "What?" A little to loudly.

He smirked slightly in response, and she saw a flash of white teeth as he did. She knew without a doubt that he had caught her staring. Arlen's predatory smirk made her stomach do somersaults. Made heat burn in her blood.

"What were you asking?" She tried not to sound so breathless, but she knew she had failed when he chuckled.

"I asked why you where here again...But I can see that you are a little...eh distracted!" He chuckled again.

Tamra blushed an even greater shade of red then before and bit her lip. She nervously shuffled her shoe into the carpet .

"I heard that you had been injured...So I guess I came to see if you were alright..." She trailed of and barely resisted the urge to roll her eyes at her own stupid comment.

She had never seen Arlen blink so much in such a short amount of time. Surprise was written over his face for a second before he got his composure back.

"Nah! Just a broken rib !" He made a lazy gesture towards his right side.

Tamra, however, did not seem to have heard him, or she simply did not listen at all. She gently walked over to his side, lifted the lose blue and white checked shirt from his right side.

She then very gently, very carefuly trailed her fingers through the fur over his injured rib.

Arlen rumbled at the feather light, almost ticklish feeling her finger's ligth caresses made. He slowly leaned back with half-closed eyes.

The lazy, hodded expression was swept away in an instant however, when he felt how her paw moved over to his crotch and gave it a firm squeez.

He meet her eyes with a confused glower, he rolled his eyes at the impish expression on her face, but he still gently pushed her face down onto his lap.

Tamra nimbly undid the black tiger's belt and sipper, before she reached into his jeans and pulled his cock out.

The contrast of the air in the room and her warm palm wrapped around his member made it hard, in what Arlen suspected was record time for erections. Tamra slowly let go if his trobbing tigerhood, and instead moved to sit betwen his muscular tights.

When he felt the first few puffs of her hot breath washing over his acing shaft, Arlen unintentionally shifted his hips and legs. It was such a small movement but held so much meaning.

He was impatient.

And even after all these years, even after how long they had known eatch other, it still never faild to make her smile...And him to grumble. Now was no diffrent.

"Are you just going to sit there and breathe on it, or are you actually going to put that mouth to good use?" Tamra gave him one of her trademark smirks, before she lowerd her mouth onto him.

Arlen should have been used to it by now, but the intensety always made him grip her headfur. As she sucked on him with big and loud slurps, and her coarse cat tounge moved up and down his lenght with wonderful wide,wet movements.

"Nngh! Shit! I missed your tight little mouth!" He grunted and threw his head back aginst the chair's headrest. His comment made her blush, but it also served to fuel her determiantion to get him to climax.

Arlen felt how his cock tightened, swelled and threatened to realese. The feeling was strong enough to make him grip Tamra's head with his other paw too and try to postpone his orgasm.

But Tamra would have none of that. Gripping what she could not fit into her muzzle, she started to stroke, and fondle his balls at the same time.

Arlen felt how his eyes watered and, seconds later a violent nest of sparks exploded from his cock and into his stomach.

The strenght of the orgasm made his eyes go momentarly white. Pulse after pulse of pleasure blasted from his member, white-hot ecsatsy rushed into his bloodstream along with endorphins.

He sagged into the chair, panting. He gently patted Tamra's head, fondly tweaked her ears. He slowly glanced down with pleasurable, hodded eyes.

Tamra's keen gaze looked up at him.

Suddenly the atmosphere shifted. A thin string of intimacy, as gentel as it was it was also of a kind that neither had discovered in each other's company before.

It suddenly became awkward, strange for them to look at the other. So they broke the contact.

The silence that followed was heavy, also of a kind that they had never encountered before.

Tamra was the first to break the uncomfortable silence.

"So was I still good?"

That made him smirk "I always knew that quippy mouth was good for something the first time I saw it!" He remarked playfuly. He laughed and dodge the blows that she aimed at him seconds later. She snorted, rolled her eyes at him and told him to shut up. But he saw the light blush she tried to hide.

"Anyway, I have some work to do, so if you exuse me!" She huffed and made for the door.

"Don't be a stranger!" He shouted after her with a laugh.

"You too!" He heard her shout back through the corridor.

Chuckling quietly to himself, Arl put his paws behind his head in a makeshift pillow, closed his eyes and prepared to take a very well deserved nap.

He was almost asleep when he felt how a weight appeard in his lap. Without questioning or opening his eyes he wrapped his arms around Tamra's waist and pulled her against his chest.