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I woke up the next morning with a piercing headache on Tyler's couch. I picked up my phone and turned off the alarm. 6:00 in the morning was the time. I sat up and tried to rub the sleep from my eyes. I couldn't see Josef anywhere. My brother was passed out on the floor, however. Then, like a flood, it all came back to me.

I had gone to the bars with my brother. He had treated me to a great night of drinking and I had tried some wonderful beverages, but I had had past my limit before Chris had gotten through a single beer. I was apparently really in need of a stress reliever because I had gone to town on the alcohol. I could barely walk when we got to the apartment. Tyler had let us in and I vaguely remember Josef scolding me for going over my limit.

My phone vibrated in my hand.

Josef: Guten Morgen, Dummkopf. Sleep well?

Nick: Wo bist du, Liebe? I tapped away at the screen. I looked for my fedora and put it on.

I felt my phone vibrate again.

Josef: bei deinen Eltern. I explained to them the situation. They're fine with it, they understand.

Nick: Alright I'll meet you in an hour. I'm on my way now. I said, not believing for a minute that my parents understood and were fine with me getting myself shitfaced.

I got up and went to the apartment's kitchen and found some breakfast food. I made myself breakfast and ate in the quiet.

Tyler opened the door to his room and came out to the kitchen, being careful to step around my brother's half opened wings. "Damn, how much did you guys drink last night?"

"I went through eight shots before Chris stopped me," I stated somewhat offhand.

"Of what?"

My phone went off again. "Whiskey, Vodka, two one shot rum and cokes, and then tequila, more whiskey, and I don't really remember the other two."

Josef: No, you idiot, stay there. I'm coming back to the apartment. Check your brother's pulse just to be safe. You were bad, but Chris was about gone.

Nick: Alright. I got up and walked over to my brother's prone body. I knelt down and felt for a pulse in the neck. It was there, and wasn't weak either. He was perfectly fine.

Nick: He's fine. I went back to my breakfast and continued my conversation with Tyler, "When'd we come home last night?"

"Around two-ish. Why?"

"Ah Shit! You know why!"

"Shh! You know your brother, He ain't nice to be around when he's cranky."

"You've never seen him with a hangover."

"My point! Quiet down, you howler." Tyler used one of the early special slurs associated with Wolves. Though appropriate in this instance, as I was being rather loud, I couldn't help but slug him in the shoulder.

"Don't call me that digifucker!" I said and laughed a little.

"You can be a giant ass. You know that?"

"We both can." I pointed out.

"True. So, how's California?"

"Good. It's funny that you waited until now to ask these questions."

"Well, the pool didn't seem the right time for small talk. It's hard to believe you're getting married. Especially to a man."

"Tyler, I still know God. Jesus is still in my heart. You must know that? I found a church that accepts us for who we are and I've talked to the minister several times. He says that homosexuality is not mentioned at all in the New Testament except for mentions of male prostitution. The part of the bible, we Christians should be paying attention to, has no mention of homosexuality in it whatsoever. So I would understand if a Jew were to say some of things that stereotypical Christians do, but not a Christian. The main message of the New Testament is summed up in John 3:16, 'For God so loved the world that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life.' Leviticus is a book made for a specific period of time that has lost most of its meaning thanks to Jesus."

"Look, I'm not against this. However, I wanted to let you know that this isn't going to be an easy life for you." He responded, surprised by the sudden change in tone.

"Life is never easy. We wolves have a saying, 'Ni deai sez terka amea verteans ozu i gluenea.' Or The days you kill something are few and lucky."

"Hmm, and the meaning is?"

"That the good days you have should be celebrated. They are few in number. It is commonly recited when dealing with depressed teens in our packs."

"Ahh. Why recite it know?"

"Because I wanted you to know that I will not hide who I am because there is a chance that I'll be hated for it. Life is hard and easy days are hard to come by. That is the truth of life."

"Yes. My you've become quite the philosopher, Nick."

"Oh, shut up. I barely qualify as being Savable. After all, Jesus's death is sufficient to save all men! We are no longer men, Tyler. God will see us as demons more so than His creations."

"How are you so sure? God will see us as His creations. We are His children, Nick."

"I don't know anymore. I still want to believe in God, and I do. I just can't see how He'll accept us as we are."

"Nick, our souls are still human. Stop this nonsense. He loves you, He will always love you." Tyler chided me. His eyes stern. He clacked his beak. Frustration boiling in his blood. I could understand. This was a touchy subject between me and him.

"I just can't see that anymore. I'm sorry, Tyler." I sighed. I really couldn't see how God could love us. I still hoped he did, but I just didn't see how he could love these.

"I understand. It's hard. Faith is hard to come by, these days among the transformed. But Gian's family is Catholic. Christianity has been adapted to this world. It's here and He has saved all 'men.' It may be difficult to understand, but He's still relevant even if humans are so few now.

"Nick, remember that He's in your heart, always. We are all allowed to doubt. It is part of being anthro--as much as it was a part of being human. However, it is not good to let doubt seep into every aspect of how you see the world."

"I know. Ne Goz vertean ot brantandan. Ne geabean terka, uzwa, i lof. The God is all knowing, He gives food, water and love."

"You know Josef should be here by now. Your fiancé is not usually this late... Foxtrot-Whiskey-Golf-one-three-zero-zero-niner-one, this is Hotel-Mike-Papa-niner-niner-five-three-four-six, What's your Echo Tango Alpha?" He picked up his VisAR to contact Josef.

"Papa-three-four-six, this is Golf-zero-niner-one, Echo Tango Alpha, two-zero minutes. I repeat two-zero minutes."

"Roger, Golf-zero-niner-one, good flying."

"Thank you, Papa, Golf out."

"Oh great! Josef is going to be pissed at me."

"Well no shit! The fact that you drank yourself to sleep is not a good thing. The bandits may fly drunk, but we try not to."

"I'm going to need a shower, does this place have one?"

"Yup, door on the right."

"Thanks, man."

"No problem. Just make sure you don't use all my shampoo."

"I won't."

"You're lucky they don't have a public nudity ticket anymore. Because you don't have any clothes." He said looking for a bag anywhere that would signify I'd brought extra clothes.

"I have clothes, they're in my pack." I said going toward the door to the apartment. There was my flier-bag.

"I won't be too long."

Tyler just nodded. I went to the shower and turned on the water. I got undressed really quickly. Goddamn these clothes! I really did wish there wasn't a problem with going out in public nude anymore. But there was. People still thought of it as indecent exposure and it was generally looked down upon by society. Yes there were more nude beaches on the coasts, but it was generally not as accepted to see nudity on the streets. I just piled my dirty clothes on the floor and by the time I'd finished getting undressed the water was perfect. I turned it from the faucet to the showerhead and closed the shower curtain all the way. I opened the other side of the plastic fabric curtain and was pleased to be under warm water. I started with my hair, I didn't comb it, so it was usually cut to be about the same length as my fur, but that still let bedhead become a problem, my solution was always wearing fedoras, when not taking Josef to dinner, then I combed my hair and wore a fedora. I had grown my fedora and hat collection over the summer. Usually I had to buy ones online because of the size of my head, but other than that it was somewhat of a habit. This was one of those days where not having my comb really pissed me off. However, I just needed to finish taking my shower before Josef got to the house.

I walked out of the bathroom with my bundle of clothes in my hand and walked over to my flier-bag. I was completely nude. Being that Tyler didn't seem to care, I didn't opt to wear my towel around my waist. Tyler just winked at me with a smile showing on his face. This was a little game he played, "tease the men." It was extremely entertaining when in the locker room of a rec center, because he always got strange glances from the other patrons when he winked at others. I always laughed at the patrons who gave him a strange look. I laughed at Tyler when the other patron winked back and did a little wave.

I put on my clothes and looked at Tyler, then my sleeping brother. Tyler was still looking at me, now with a more serious expression. He was never too serious. I looked at him, "What?"

"Nick, you and Raymond are among my best friends. So I ask you, as one friend to another, to keep this secret."

"You know I will. I'm no blabber mouth."

"OK. I've got a daughter."

My eyes went wide. My head recoiled. I looked at my friend, shocked beyond belief. "C...C...congratulations, man!" I stammered out.

"Oh come on! You know as well as I do that virginity and college don't mix."

I laughed, "Didn't use a condom, eh?"

"No I didn't think anything of it. I mean she's still an egg, but she's developing and will break her shell in May...I'm going to be a father, Nick."

"Do I know the mother?"

"No. I made sure of that."

"She must be so distraught or so excited right now."

"Well she's excited, but she's in no way, shape, or form ready for this. Neither am I, to be honest. Luckily the little 'mon will be able to do much on her own when she hatches. I'm afraid of teaching her how to fly."

"I'm so happy for you, Tyler. Look, you may only be twenty, but you've got to understand that from my perspective, there is nothing to fear from this. I just want you to be happy, so do whatever makes you so."

"Thanks, Nick. And I hear that Josef's pack has agreed to let you take one of their women as a mother for your children."

"Yup. I told Josef I wanted children of my own, from my own loins, and he allowed me to have some time with a woman of his pack after he announces the engagement to his pack. It will be interesting to say the least. This has got to be the worst possible way to come out to his parents."

"Wait! He's not 'out' to his parents, or his pack and he's announcing that he's gay and engaged at his Oisvandea?"

"Aye. He's doing this pretty recklessly. I mean, his Oisvandea will have cameras. He could have gone about this a way better way."

A knock came from the door. I opened it up. Josef stood in front of me, his muzzle drenched in tears. I almost cursed myself before he said, "Yeah, I probably could have done this whole 'coming out' thing better. However, Nikki, I'm doing all of this to make you happy. So I beg of you, please don't talk bad about me be_HIND MY BACK!"_ He screamed that last part.

"I...I...I..."

"Ist das all, dass du sagen kannst? ‚I...I...I...' Ich liebe dich, Nikki. Ich habe all dies für dich getan. So warum sprichts du schlecht über mich, wenn ich nicht dort bin? Antworte mich!" Is that all you can say? 'I...I...I...' I love you, Nikki. I've done all this for you. So why do you speak poorly of me when I'm not there? Answer me! He yelled.

"Wölfchen, bitte! Es tut mir leid, dass du das angehört hast, aber manchmal muss ich über meine Denken sprechen. Es tut mir leid, dass sie diesmal dir wehgetan haben. Bitte, verzeih mir, Wölfchen!" Wolfy, please! I'm really sorry that you heard that, but sometimes I must speak about my thoughts. I am truly sorry that this time they hurt you. I quickly threw out of my own, now, tearstained muzzle.

"Du bist nicht perfekt, Nikki. Ich verzeihe dir. Sollen wir zurückgehen?" You're not perfect, Nikki. I forgive you. Shall we go back? He asked.

"Verzeihst du mir?" You forgive me? I asked, head down, tail tucked between my legs. I was trying to show him, that right now, he was dominant. I wanted him to know how sorry I was, "Ich möchte nach Kalifornien zurückfliegen. So fliegen wir!" I would like to fly back to California. So let's fly.

"Enough of that Nazi-speak!" Tyler joked.

"Ach, Tyler, sag das nicht! Das dritte Reich war ein böses Ding für Deutschland." Ach, Tyler don't say that. The Third Reich was an evil thing for Germany. I said.

"What?"

"Don't say that. Yes the Nazis were German, but they were just as evil for Germany as they were for the rest of the world."

"Yeah, I know, I was just joking."

"Don't joke about that either!"

"OK, OK!"

"Sollen wir deinen Bruder aufwachen?" Shall we wake your brother? Josef asked.

I looked at him. "Nein." I replied. I walked out the door as I pulled on my flier-bag. "Kommst du?" Are you coming? I asked.

"You're the one who was being submissive back there. Why give orders to me when you just told me I was in command?"

"I'm still an alpha, so occasionally I act like one."

"Yeah, I know."

"Besides, you're almost always on top, anyways. I've let you be the dominant one since we started screwing each other Josef."

"True."

"Foxtrot-Whiskey-Charlie-zero-niner-five-five-six-three to tower, requesting permission to take off."

"Tower to Whiskey-Charlie-zero-niner-five-five-six-three, what's your destination?"

"Charlie-five-six-three to tower, Sierra Alpha November."

"Ok, your go for takeoff."

"Thank you."

We took off. I spoke to Josef, "Let's be off. Gian's probably wondering what's going on."

"Ja, du bist wahrscheinlich richtig. Wenn wir allein sind, können wir nur Deutsch sprechen?" Yeah you're probably right. When we're alone, can we just speak German? Josef responded.

"Natürlich! Wir könnten Wölfisch sprechen." Of course! We could speak Wolfyr.

„Nein! Nur Deutsch." No! Just German.

„Jawohl! So wann möchtest du die Zeremonie haben?" Yes, sir! So when would you like to have the ceremony? I asked.

„Dies ist eine juristische Ehe. Wir haben keine Zeremonie. Verstehst du?" This is a legal marriage. We will have no ceremony. Understand? Josef commanded.

That was that. I knew ceremonies weren't common for homosexual marriages, but I kind of wanted something a bit bigger than me, Josef, a Judge and some witnesses. I wanted to celebrate it. However, Josef was more the boss in this relationship. For being an alpha wolf, I was a pretty submissive lover. I just hung my head in defeat. There was no more communications between me and Josef except for course corrections, for much of the flight.

***

"San Diego Tower, this is Foxtrot-Whiskey-Golf-one-three-zero-zero-niner-one, requesting permission to enter San Diego airspace." Josef said over the radio.

"Foxtrot-Whiskey-Golf-one-three-zero-zero-niner-one, this is tower, permission granted. Welcome home, boys!"

"Thank you."

"Ne Terkshan begean! Nick-oritz Happy Birthday!" The hunt begins.

"Ne terk de shana! Thank you." The kill be found.

We landed about five minutes later. As we did the door to our house opened. Gian, Junior, and Santino came out and met us on the sidewalk in front of our house. Santino noticed the ring.

"Oh! Cosa?! Qual è l'anello per?"Oh! What! What's the ring for? He queried.

"Josef proposed!" I managed, before getting way too excited, and hugging way too tightly my big wolf. Gian, Santino, and Junior all looked up to the extremely tall hunk that stood before them. He just shrugged.

"You really are excited about this, Nikki." Josef said, "Well at least you're excited about something, but you should go do some homework. You have a huge assignment due Friday. Remember?"

"Oh yeah. You promise me we'll celebrate our engagement, properly, tonight?"

"Of course, Nikki! Just get in there and do that damned assignment. I do not need to hear about your grades anymore from your mom, or your boss. I will make sure you do everything for this class. You almost fucked up any chance of going to Colorado State because you didn't go to class, and missed one assignment because you procrastinated for too damned long." He looked at me with stress and anger and worry written all over his face. I stopped hugging the man and went inside.

***

"Nick Dinner!" Gian called from the bottom of the stairs.

"Coming," I said as I got up from my computer.

This time, my mouth was already salivating. Josef had gotten a honey-baked ham for dinner that night. I was so excited to have the food that I glided down the stairs, my wings open as much as the small stairwell would allow. Gian gave me a look of slight disgust. I just smiled. The flamedramon couldn't scare me at all. I'd even seen him in a costume that made him look exactly like the flamedramons on the old digimon TV series. He just wasn't scary as far as visually. Though, I'd suggest not pissing the fellow off. He'd shown many gay-bashers a thing or two about with whom not to pick fights. He was into fencing, martial arts, track and several other things besides. He wasn't someone to mess with, in general.

"What? I'm being careful." I expressed sarcastically.

"Yeah, I'm not the one who'll be paying for anything broken."

"Oh cool your jets, man. Nothing's broken. Can we eat dinner in peace?" Josef interjected.

"OK."

***

Josef knew what he was doing when it came to giving blow jobs; so I thought when Josef had my cock to the hilt in his mouth. It was sorely needed. We'd had a rough couple of days. As his head bobbed up and down on my shaft he had his in his other and was stroking it getting ready for the next part of our fun.

"Josef, ich..." I got out before erupting into his mouth. I never understood why, but he was the only person to so easily get me to cum. As the last jet of semen entered his maw he lifted his head and gazed up at my face. I saw what little of his Adam's apple showed through his muscled neck bob as he swallowed. He always swallowed.

"Bist du bereit?" Are you ready? He asked. He got up and I nodded. I laid back. He went over and got out a tube of KY. He slathered the lube all over his throbbing length. When he came back he put my legs up over his shoulders and then put the lube all over my hole. His tip pressed into my hole. I cringed, for me this was the most painful part, the penetration. He pushed a little more and I whimpered as he entered my hole. He shoved his dick almost all the way in, he kept his knot on the outside. He knew how painful it was the last time he knotted me and always tried his hardest not to do so again. He worked up a rhythm. Each time his cock slammed into my prostate I couldn't help but moan a little.

I started rubbing my cock. The combination of him slamming into my prostate and I rubbing my length meant I knew I wouldn't last long. In fact, the sensation of another upcoming orgasm was already upon me. It wasn't too much longer before I was shooting onto my belly and chest. I arched my back as it started. Next I knew Josef shoved his entire length, including his knot, up my ass as he let loose his load. I moaned loudly as the knot stretched my pucker. He pulled out and collapsed next to me on the bed. We both panted heavily.

"Das war sehr spaß." That was very fun. I said.

"Ja" Josef said. He started lapping my chest. I looked down at him and smiled. He was really trying to show me how much he loved me. He almost never cleaned up. He left that job to me, normally. But then, normally, I usually rode his cock when we had sex. So, my ejaculating all over his belly and chest was pretty normal.

Josef finished grooming me and gave me a kiss. It wasn't just a peck, either. He gave me a kiss I'd only dreamed about. It started out as a normal kiss but he gave a little lick on my lips. I knew what that meant, I opened my muzzle and his tongue pushed right in. His tongue slid over mine and I could taste the cum, but I didn't mind. It was one of the first times I'd received tongue. I was the one who usually tried to give tongue. He really was doing everything in his power to please me. My fiancé was doing his darnedest to give me a good time.

I brought my hand up and caressed his face. I was happy. He was exactly what I needed. He really did care for me. He may have been dominant, but I didn't care. He was mine; I was his. I pushed deeper into the kiss. I just couldn't get enough.

There was a bang from downstairs. I pulled from the kiss, "Was war das?" What was that? I asked worried.

"Ich weiß nicht. Hol deine Waffe!" I don't know. Get your weapon. He said and grabbed his Glock. I did as he bade me and got up and grabbed my pistol. He was at the right of the door to our room with his pistol pointed at the door. He used his off hand to crack the door open. As he did so, I heard him unsafety the pistol. I followed his lead, though I kept my pistol pointed at the floor. He opened the door fully and we walked downstairs.

The house was silent, Gian and Junior had gone to bed pretty early that night. Santino usually was reading, studying, or playing videogames at this hour. His was the only bedroom on the main level of the house. He was out of his bedroom with a fencing sword in his hands, rubber guard off the point. He came up to us and asked, "What happened?" I shrugged.

We moved from the hall on to the kitchen. I checked around the entire kitchen and there was nothing. "Clear," I announced to the others. Josef gave me a nod when I looked at him and so did Santino.

We moved to the front door. It was one of those with the top half a fragile window glass. The bottom corner nearest the knob had been shattered. The door was slightly ajar. "We've got an armed, dangerous individual in our house." I said, a little surprised and more confused. If not in the kitchen, where?

"Gian and Junior!" Josef hissed.

We raced upstairs. The gunman was right in front of us. "Stop right there, y'asshole." I said as commandingly as I could at a volume that wouldn't wake Gian or Junior.

"What?" The gunman turned. He trained a fairly large revolver at us.

"Drop your weapon. Or you can eat lead, your choice." I said with a sarcastic smile spread across my lupine face.

"You're kidding right?"

"We'll let my 1911 or my friend's Glock decide that, thank you." I noticed that the man was indeed a man, a human male, "What's a human doing here anyway?"

"Well, you furs have taken over, we can't get a job anymore. We've been forced into this line of 'work.'" He spat that last phrase.

"Seriously, man, I'd rather not make the human race any closer to extinction, so please, drop your weapon." I trained my 1911 at his chest and Josef followed suit. Santino pointed his sword toward the gunman, he looked at me and I understood. He'd almost literally brought a knife to a gun fight. He was almost useless, in this instance.

"Never! I am going to make y'all pay for what you did to the human race." He said and I noticed he was putting pressure on the trigger. The hammer was lifting away from the rear of the revolver.

I reacted first, I squeezed the trigger on my weapon and hit the man in the chest. He went down without too much trouble. I pointed at Josef, and Josef ran to our room and called an ambulance. I went to the man's side. "You should've listened to me." I said.

"You foul dog! I hate you furs!" He choked out. I looked at him. Surprised he was keeping his language this clean, "You fucking howlers! All you're good for is war!" He passed out. I pointed to Santino. He came and started administering aid to the downed human. I had gotten him just between the second and first ribs.

Josef came back from the room, he had on some pajama pants. He had also put on his shoulder holster and had holstered his Glock 9mm. I looked at him in askance. He nodded and put his hands by his thigh. Two-five. Twenty-five minutes. I nodded, I then pointed to Josef and then downstairs.

If you're wondering why we're speaking with our hands in this situation, It's because Gian and Junior were asleep. As well as because Josef had been in the German Kommando Spezialkräfte or German special forces for two years prior to our meeting. You see most countries required Wolves and Flying Wolves to serve at least two years in the military. Often Flying Wolves were automatically put in the Special Forces of their countries' military. It was that reason that I had been taught Special Forces Hand Signs. Josef knew that we would have a tactical advantage if a situation were to arise where we needed the training. I hadn't yet gone into military service, but Josef had trained me like only a Spezialkräfte Soldat could. The ten months we'd been together had been extreme training. It was partially because of the flying bandits that it was required for every flier to carry a weapon of some kind. They were a constant worry for those of us who flew daily.

I motioned to Santino that I was going downstairs then went. Downstairs, I saw that Josef was sweeping up broken glass from the human breaking in. I was amazed that he would be stupid enough to alert everyone in the neighborhood to his presence. "Er war verrückt." He was crazy. I whispered.

Josef nodded. I looked at him and he looked at me. He motioned to my body. I looked down, I was still nude. I flushed a little. He chuckled a little, "Hast du in all der Aufregung vergessen? Zieh dich nicht an! Die Sanitäter werden nur verstehen müssen." Did you forget in all the excitement? Don't get dressed. The paramedics will just have to understand.

I looked at him and tilted my head. I can't say that Josef confused me often, but he did now. "Willst du, dass ich nackt für die Sanitäter bin? Ich verstehe nicht." Do you want me naked for the medics? I don't understand.

"Du sollst zuversichtlicher deines Körpers sein, Nikki. Dies wird dir helfen. Ich mag auch deinen Körper sehen." You should be more confident of your body, Nikki. This will help. I also like to see your body. He chuckled, "Besides, they're paramedics. They see the 'male anatomy' quite often, I'm sure."

"Ok, as long as you're ok with it." I responded.

"Grab your phone and holster, though, and holster your weapon when you grab it. I know you've used that gun for a while, now, but I'm still nervous with you holding a weapon."

"Do you not trust me with it, hun?"

"I trust you, but I don't trust the firearms training that you've received." He said.

"You don't trust my father, and Sergeant Greaves?" l looked at my fiancé with some incredulity.

"A retired Air Force pilot and a local police officer do not qualify where firearms training is concerned. When we go to Germany, my commander will be training you further."

***

"Where is he?" The senior paramedic asked.

"Upstairs. Our friend has done his best to tend to the wound." I responded.

"Thank you. Has your friend any medical training?"

"Yes, among many other things."

Just then a rather attractive male golden retriever came in dressed in military uniform... Wait military uniform what did the military want with this case? "Are you Mr. Coulter?" He asked.

"Uh...ye...yes." I stammered. I damned myself for not putting clothing on.

"Special Agent Rodrigo Juarez, NCIS. You want to explain to me why you fired upon a Navy seaman?" He looked down at my crotch. My maleness was getting slightly hard, "And Good God! Will you explain to me why you are nude?"

"First, Special Agent Juarez, I must beg your pardon for being indecent. My partner and I had just got done 'having fun' When we heard the human break in. We both grabbed our weapons and headed down to see what was going on. We had thoroughly checked the downstairs for signs of an intruder. We noticed the broken glass by the front door, but we couldn't find him downstairs. When we returned upstairs, the man was already halfway down the hall toward our roommates' bedroom. I asked the intruder to turn and face me. When he did, he pointed his weapon at us. I pleaded with the gunman twice to drop his weapon and he refused. After the second refusal I saw the hammer on his weapon begin to raise. I acted fast and shot first shooting him in the shoulder. Sorry, Agent Juarez. Why, may I ask, is NCIS here?"

"Because you fired at a Navy Lieutenant Commander, Mr. Coulter. I know your clan and Stabsunteroffizier Gutenberg's clan will do their darnedest to defend you in court. Mr. Coulter, let me ask you, do you know what I can put you away f--"

"Stop, Special Agent, Do you realize whom you are threatening?" Josef interrupted, Glock removed from his holster.

"Josef, drop the gun." I pleaded.

"Herr Gutenberg, I'm not threatening, I'm informing Mr. Coulter. Now please, I would rather not cause a war with Germany. Holster your weapon, Stabsunteroffizier!" I had to admit, the man was able to stay calm under pressure.

"Jawohl!" Josef holstered his weapon. I was actually surprised.

"You're not in any trouble, Mr. Coulter. I just like to put a little pressure on people at a time like this. You were completely within your rights to shoot Lieutenant Commander von Freiberg. I just want to know why he felt the need to barge in your home. Could you possibly shed some light?"

"He seemed to think that somehow, my friends and I were responsible for the humans' plight. He definitely hated furs. He called me a 'fucking howler' before he passed out." I said.

"Interesting. Well, he had been behaving atypically from the day he reported for duty after the Event." He said.

"Really? He said something about the fact humans couldn't get a job anymore. That they had to stoop to 'this line of work,'" I responded, "I don't know what he meant. I think he honestly went mad with envy. I think he saw our transformation as unfair."

"Well, we could have Bowser, Jr. speak with him."

"No. I will not speak with the man that just attempted to kill me and my boyfriend." Junior came from behind me, "The El-Tee will be down in a minute. The EMTs are stabilizing him."

"Ok. A .45 ACP to his shoulder, that's the wound. Juarez, do you require my sidearm?" I asked, predicting the answer.

"Well, yes a confirmation of the round's origin would make things easier. However, there's really no case here. You were defending your household." He responded.

I slowly unholstered the 1911 and handed it to the retriever. "Look, this weapon is a present from my father, from last Christmas. Please don't damage it."

"Well, it's certainly a nice piece. I don't see mil-spec 1911s too much except from vets."

"My father searched for one all over. When I opened the package that morning, I think I nearly flew into the ceiling."

"I can imagine. I'll be seeing you fellas later. And Mr. Coulter, I'm not that attractive, am I?"

I flushed. I looked down...Yup, I was fully erect. "I...I...um..."

"Oh, Nikki! Go upstairs, babe. I'll be joining you in a little bit." Josef chuckled.

I ran for the stairs, completely embarrassed. Really, Josef? You know that would happen. I thought. I couldn't believe that had happened. When I got to my room, I went to the bed and just flopped down upon it. A few seconds later I heard Gian tapping on the door. "Come in." I grumbled.

"Everything alright, Nick?"

"I just shot a man! What do you think?"

"Ok, you shooting him doesn't make you any worse a man. You were defending your home."

"I know, but I just feel so bad about it. Not only that, but I completely embarrassed myself in front of an NCIS agent."

Gian chuckled, "Nick, there's no reason to be embarrassed. You have a body that you can be proud of. And your member isn't embarrassing either."

"Bull!" I grumbled out.

"Get some sleep Nick. You need it. Tomorrow's a school day." Gian said and got up and left the room.

I followed his orders. I fell asleep, within twenty minutes of talking with Gian. I was barely awake when Josef joined me in bed.

Josef gave me a kiss on the cheek and laid down next to me. He draped his arm over me and fell asleep that way.