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"How's it going, 'Tiberius'?"

Rei signed inwardly, not enjoying the interruption. He was not used to working with someone else, but this job required someone on the other side of things, managing the intricate spider-web of security the building had to offer. Rei Tiberius Conner liked to work alone, and wished he was now. His associate on this job, a Fennec fox named Drew, seemed to enjoy chatting while he was busy doing his job.

Rei reached up to his ear, and squeezed. He activated the small microphone inlaid into his fur, so small, no one would see it from the outside. It was the smallest and newest piece of fiber opitic technology someone could find, and he had the prototype. The grey raccoon smirked slightly then as he spoke into the microphone, his voice so soft it would barely be heard from around him, while Drew would hear it as loud as ever.

"It's fine, have you disabled the security network on the internal ventilation? I don't detect any electronic signals, but I'm not going to take risks here with someone watching my ass."

"Yes, yes," the fennec said, right into the raccoon's ear. Again, the coon winced as he heard chewing noises and came to the conclusion that Drew must have been chewing on something, probably a bag of potato chips. "Everything is on a delayed reactionary program, I have the system on a diagnostic routine, and if a vent opens it won't go to the security hub on the first floor; it will simply register as a diagnostic test for the next thirty minutes."

Rei smirked. So maybe it wasn't so bad to have an ally on this mission. Rei knew tech, and he knew computers, but Drew was an expert in his field. He knew as little about Drew's background as the fox knew about his own, and only knew the little fox had gone to M.I.T. on a technology scholarship and system design that had the military and federal government very, very attentive on his abilities. In the seedy underworld Rei lived, he knew of no better computer designer than his good pal Drew, but Drew had helped him always design his little gizmos, not helped him out. They should have gone on a few smaller test heists before this big one, but there had been no time.

"Good. Don't use the communication unless needed. The sat up link is producing a lot of EM interference and I don't want anyone stumbling onto me because you feel chatty."

With a huff of obvious annoyance, the communication device went dead in Rei's ear. Good, peace and quiet once more, how he liked it.

The 'coon gripped the vent and with a soft tug upward, the vent slipped out of its grooves and came up without much effort. Rei moved his body in a slender, lithe like way; compacting his body within the tiny air-duct so he was no longer head first, but feet, and slipped down silently from the metallic tunnel he'd been crawling in and into an office room of some corporate executive. With a soft, subtle thud, the raccoon hit the floor in a crouch behind the desk, his rounded ears forward and listening as he tried to pick up on any sort of noise coming from within the building. Again, he used technology to aid his cause of a professional thief, and used the sound amplification ring set into his ear canal. With a squeeze of his pinky finger on his left hand with his thumb, the device clicked on, flooding Rei's sense of hearing with all sorts of sounds.

He could hear his heart beating, the buzz of the idling computers in sleep mode, the rattling vent of an air conditioner keeping the server room nice and cool so precious files would not be disturbed or destroyed by the rising temperature that was the world's climate. But, he didn't care about those noises, all he cared about was the sound of other hearts or footsteps, and thankfully, he heard none. Another squeeze of his pinky finger and the device clicked off. It was a wonderful little tool, but if he used it and he got into a mess, the sound of a gun going off would blow out his eardrum.

The raccoon stood up from where he'd been and turned to look down at the city behind him. Below was the stunning expanse of Manhattan, and he was a good 80 or so stories up. He was in a new company's building, which was named NuTech. The bland, preppy name did not dignify what was going on behind the scenes. The company was indeed designing technology, but the wrong kind. Tech that could control satellites, and not just their communication relay abilities. Attitude control thrusters could also be accessed, and if needed, redirected into orbit of the planet. Now, while this wasn't such a bad thing since a lot of objects had been launched up into orbit without the proper heat shielding needed for reentry, some companies had unofficially launched satellites with the ability to re-enter the atmosphere, as well as various federal satellites, lord knew if other countries had done the same, but Rei was willing to bet they did.

Now, Rei was not the super-hero save the day man. Hardly, he was Rei Conner after all, bane of the elite of the world and the United States of America's federal government. He had grown up in New York, and ended up, right here and now, as a professional thief for hire. He did not steal for his own gain, he stole for others. He went where people and internet probes could not go, and for a really hefty price. His clients had ranged from politicians from various governments to CEO's, and Rei did not discriminate against money, oh lord no. Rei loved money, and loved a challenge. Today's mission was one of the riskier, with more security than he had dealt with in the past, and he was using a green-horn rookie as his tech support.

His client, a Mr. Monday as he'd introduced himself, wanted files from the CEO's office, files pertaining to the development projects of satellite takeover operations. Rei had agreed when he saw the zeroes on the montary offer being placed into one of many various bank accounts.

Rei stood and looked around the office he'd been in, and found himself looking at a long mirror on the back of the door that lead into the hallway. He must've been in a woman's office, no male was vain enough to put a long mirror in their office. Rei glimpsed himself briefly, not used to seeing his reflection in his gear. The raccoon was not tiny or lithe, he was tall, nearly six foot tall, big for a 'coon. His shoulders had broadened out in the last years of being a teenager, though not big enough to inhibit his ability, he did not look like the typical raccoon. He was covered nearly head to toe in a tight, thick, and very elastic like material, just black and designed to absorb light rather than reflect it. He knew it was not a flattering outfit, but he needed to have as less surface area and his body showing as possible. The material hugged his legs handsomely, as well as his shoulders and pectorals, which were prominant against the tight black fabric. Arms equally shown, Rei huffed when he turned away from the mirror. His muzzle was covered by a thinner mask, and his tail was covered in a sheath of the fabric, hiding a lot of his physical features from the world. Rei's eyes, a usual green, had blue contacts in so incase any shot got a face, his eyes would not match if someone saw him on the street.

Besides the stretchy material bodysuit, he wore a tight, plastic and durable material backpack, containing various instruments he could need. On his waist was a black plastic and metallic belt, with pouches holding again, various objects. On his right hip were two leather strap buckles holding firm to a holster, which also contained a black semi-automatic gun. He was not a fan of guns, but he knew the need to carry a weapon on missions, including a few knives tucked in various spots. On his opposite leg was another leather buckle strap holding a few spare clips he could possibly need in case he needed to fire off some bullets.

Rei moved over to the door and slipped outside of it gently. He knew Drew was handling the video feed, looping up another nights video so no one would see him enter the lobby like hallway. To his left, as he studied, would be the two wooden double doors to the CEO's office. Rei moved over, moving swiftly in a crouch to the doors, and ended up right next to the palm computer on the side that would unlock the door. Rei moved his hand behind him and into the bag, pulling out a metallic black box with a blue LED display on it. He stood up and pressed it over the palm reader on the screen, and turned the small device on. "Transmitting" was on the screen.

"Drew, unlock the CEO's door."

"No problem Rings! I have a scan of the man's palm riiiiiight 'ere. Okay, uploading...uploading...there!" The fox had way too much peppy energy for 3 in the morning.

The device Rei had fit over the palm reader made no noise, but Rei could see the scanner like light up bar on the bottom move, transplating the palm of the owner onto the screen. With a click the door opened and Rei moved, quickly detaching the palm override box, and slipped into the room as quick as he could move.. sliding his body in like a snake between the barely opened doors, and using his hand to gently let the door close behind him without a sound. He was here, in the office.

Rei looked about quickly, narrowing his eyes as he saw nothing out of the ordinary. The room was large and grand, designed to feel like a throne room with the far walls being entirely of glass and showing an impressive view of the city below. The desk near the glass was large and made of rich wood, probably imported from Europe. There were sofas in the middle of the room with a round coffee table between them and potted plants on it. The side walls had objects, which looked like bookshelves with various books and nick nacks, arty items that Rei considered cheap junk. Modern art was horrible. The other side of the room held a large bar, with more liquor than Cancun during Spring Break. Again, why would anyone be drinking while on the clock? Rei shook his head and moved to the desk.

The desk was bare, save for the computer, a pad of legal paper, a pen, and a stapler. Rei wondered why a man would not want to decorate his office, but with a room like this there was little more one could do without making the desk look cluttered. The coon slipped down and gently tugged out the tower of the computer in question, noticing the ethernet cord port on the back. Rei slipped out of his pack another small device, this one long and narrow with an antenna put on it. Rei slipped it right into the port, and then flicked on his communicator again.

"Okay Drew, I hooked up the transmitter. You should be able to link up and copy the files. Don't destroy them, just get a copy. When its done save the files to a disk and destroy your PC. I don't want you caught with something like this."

"Right, right. Okay Rei. I remember the briefing. Just hold yer horses." Rei could hear finger clicks in the background, figuring Drew was hacking. Rei stood up and saw various windows flying across the monitor, too fast even for his eyes to register what the fox was doing. He shook his head and looked away.

Rei was left waiting a long time. Drew must've been taking his time and being delicate with his job, but it did not make the wait any better. He wanted out, he did not like to linger, he felt too open in this office and he was getting a sinking feeling he was going to trip something and have to make a daring gettaway.

"Okay, done! Go for it Rei! Get out of there." The fox sounded giddy with happiness, he had done job, mission accomplished.

Rei grunted and crouched back down to remove the transmitter from the PC, and slipped it into the bag. That was, until he heard a high pitched whine of something. Some kind of tech. His ears swiveled and tried to find the source and found it; it was a small speaker set on the underside of the desk. Rei's eyes widened as he quickly realized what it was, and lept over the desk, making a mad dash for the door.

"Drew, double check security. Double check, delete all evidenc==!" The raccoon heard the pitch go higher, and higher, and then...nothing. The world went around him, spinning in a dizzying array of colors of shapes, and then the sensation of falling before hitting the carpetted floor of the CEOs office, followed by inky blackness flowing over his vision. Rei was out like a light.

Rei woke up with a pounding headache, and shoulders. Wait--Shoulders? Why did his shoulders hurt? He knew what knocked him out; it wasn't anything dangerous and damn fine ingenious. It was a hypersonic sound amplification device, which emitted noise to such a high frequency that the auditory receptors in the person became overloaded and were sent instantly unconscious. They were risky to place since if one of your own team got hit, they went out like a light, too.

Rei's eyes opened to find three walls, and an assumed fourth behind him. They were steel and cold, he could feel the chill of the room biting through his body suit and fur. Someone had hauled him here, and chained him to the wall. His arms were above his head, chained together by cuffs that were almost dangerously tight. The arms were also elevated above his head. He noticed the chain was looped through a gyro of sorts, so he could turn.. Interesting. He wasn't sure why, but he assumed if he was getting more freedom of movement, he should use it. He attempted to turn and found it impossible to. Drat. The gyro must have been locked, but how? Rei realized then that his hood was off; his muzzle was exposed and his neck bare. He tried the communication device but found it gone. Someone must have found the fiberoptic line udner his fur.

Rei could also feel his backpack missing, and his legs felt lighter. A quick inspection and he found his gun and clips missing, as well as the belt with the various items in it that held all sorts of well made home weaponry and technology. Oh well, he didn't need it all, he could still try to get out with what he had on him. He was just about to try and grab the pick hidden under the sleeve of his bodysuit when he heard tumblers being turned, latches uncatching, and then a blinding white light. Someone had opened that door.

When his eyes adjusted, he was able to see a figure entering the room. It appeared to be a monster, but upon further thought and more rational thinking, he realized it was a wolf. A big wolf. His eyes travelled up along that body, and figured the man must've been over seven feet tall, maybe another six inches added to that. The man in front of him was dressed like a commando; he could see polished boots and fatigue pants, but the gray and blue coloring for urban warfare in a metropolitan area than in a jungle or desert. He could also see the same kind of fatigues over that torso, and a name on it. "Harding" It read, and he glanced to the other broad pectoral, and saw U.S. Marine on it. Fuck. The military? What the hell? Why was the military holding him like this and not a traditional cell? The wolf was white as snow, with eyes as blue as sapphires, but unlike most stories the 'coon had read of staring into pools of thought and intelligence, he saw only malace and a calculating mind. There was no inner thought here, no deeper meaning behind this man, this wolf was cut-throat, and was seriously considering Rei's for his next task.

Rei grunted then as he figured he may as well run his mouth and get a reaction out of him, find out what was going on. Rei glanced to the bar on the man's collar, and realized he was dealing with an officer, but he couldn't distinguish rank. "Ah, Captain...Harding? It seems someone has left me out to dry, mind letting me down?"

The wolf did not do anything but stare at Rei for the longest time, watching his body and his muscles stretch against the restraining cuffs placed upon his person. The wolf just shook his head and walked forward, and without a word, slammed a fist as hard as he could right into the thief's abdomen, pushing muscle against organs and throwing off the subliminal control of the male's diaphragm.

Rei coughed for air as the wind was knocked out of him, and for a few moments struggled to breathe, and trying to relax. His body would remember what to do in a moment, at least enough to gasp for air, but for now, he's forgotten. The wolf towers over the now sagging ringed tail male, and huffs, crossing arms across that broad expanse of muscles and sinew before speaking.

"Conner, if you don't know why you're here then I'm a lamb. Your client has pulled out, and you're going to work for me from now on, but I want some information first."

Rei, still struggling to breathe, manages to gasp a mouthful of air before speaking up. "Sorry, chum, I don't give out the size of my balls on the first date."

With a growl, the wolf's fist clenched up and was risen, bringing back and slammed hard right into the side of Rei's muzzle, sending his head reeling to the side, and a thin splatter of blood, which falls to the steel floor in small splatters like pancakes on a skillet, only these hardly look as edible or tasty, unless you're into that sort of thing. Rei is thankful; he has all his teeth and he was pissing the wolf off. Irrational thinking always led to failure, as someone he once knew said.

"How about you shut up and listen; the contract you were on was backed by several countries who are posing a huge risk to our national security, and we were ready to go in with guns and legal documents, but you botched up. You broke in and stole the files, and without all copies we can't continue. Apparently you somehow managed to hack into the computer with no internet connection and transmit them away, and erase the evidence. Where are the files, Conner?"

"I don't know." Which was an honest answer. The 'coon had no idea where Drew stashed them, but he worried for his smaller friend. Drew was no fighter, but he was smart. He probably hid somewhere like a good fox and would come out when the smoke had settled. But the marines had come into action now; kidnapped him and were now torturing to a small degree. Civil liberties be damned, this was serious.

"We found your sat hookup on the roof of NuTech, Conner. We know you had help with the transfers, we want his name. We want the files, and then you can go to your nice barrack and put on a clean uniform and work for us. If you don't, well, you know what I could do and get away with." The wolf seemed to be taking pleasure in this, dragging it out, making Rei feel squeamish.

"I worked alone, I always do."

"Fuck that. We know you're good, Conner, but this was grade A shit. The levels of security in that computer were top notch, not even on a typical OS. Home made operating system for the company, and yet files were transferred and I assume converted. Your specialty is more on building things than computer programs. Who helped you!"

Rei was surprised, and his facial expression showed it. "How do you know so much about my talents? I don't talk to tabloids, and most media think I'm a ghost."

"You're good, Conner, but no one is perfect. We can tell from the metal you used and plastics, traced them to your dealers who give you technology. We've been watching you for a long time, almost a year now. We have a file about as thick as a brick on you, and we're ready to throw it at you if you don't cooperate."

Rei was cussing at himself inwardly; the idea he had messed up so badly was a horrible idea. He shouldn't have gone back to the same dealers for his technology needs, weapons, ammo..while the gun didn't trace back to him, it was easy in this day and age to trace objects back and around again. He had messed up, badly. The military had figured out where he was and had been observing him, but not in his home; he had objects designed to pickup bugs and the like; they must have only observed him from afar, and with high powered telescopes. Still, he had one question.

"That explains how I make things, you have no idea how skilled I am with fighting or agility."

"Oh, but we do." The wolf grinned, moving forward more toward Rei as he stepped close. A Hand came up and Rei, ready for a hit, did not expect a hand to touch his bare neck with delicate fingertips. Rei jumped slightly and glared to the wolf. "Remember your old trainer? We were able to find your past, and that man, Duncan Dashford, who taught you how to fight and use your agility to its maximum potential? He was a soldier, and we found out, through talking to his friends before his passing, he was madly in love with a raccoon man. Who'd have thought such a ghost like Tiberius would be a fag."

Rei was angry, but that burning iron hot anger vanished as he felt those wolvine fingers grip the collar of his suit, and slip down. Rei's muscles flexed as he looked to the wolf. "Hey! What are you doing?!" The wolf didn't say anything as he used a claw, as sharp as a razor blade and three times a deadly, down along the raccoon's chest, revealing the creamy white underbelly fur that graced the racccon's figure. The claw didn't stop as it sliced down, the ripping sound of material cutting echoing against the cold metallic room. The claw finally ended at Rei's waist, the hand the claw belonged to ripped the body suit open more to the sides, revealing the 'coons handsome figure from the waist up, mostly. His pectorals exposed, as well as the abdominal that seemed to be quite handsome, six hard packed muscles with delicate lines, his navel right in the middle of them. Rei was breathing hard as the wolf looked along his handiwork, smirking.

"We know since Duncan passed on, you have been celibate, swearing off relationships. You come and go into your home alone, never go out with friends and stay the night. You haven't had anyone close to you in such a long time, little raccoon. You know what keeps a mane happy and sane? Food, booze, and sex. You're not a drinker, and you don't sleep around, you must be batty. I will make you this promise, if you agree to help us, you can have anyone you want. Anything you want. You're a valuable weapon."

Harding's hand, while he spoke, was on Rei's defenseless stomach, tracing the hardened lines of his stomach with his fingers, making the muscles flex and clench, especially as Rei tried to pull away from the big wolf. He was not enjoying the way this conversation was going, especially as those fingers went southward, ripping the matieral and leaving it in tatters around ankles and calf muscles, leaving a semi-slumped raccoon in rags, save for a pair of black boxer-briefs that held his nakedness.

"I'm happy with my memories, thank you very much. I knew the military was a gay orgy waiting to happen, you're just perpetuating stereotypes, Harding." Rei was trembling, his sexuality was not something he wanted to feel again; he had given up all kinds of pleasure and focused on his work, and was about to be raped. But what was male rape? If he became aroused and enjoyed it, would it be bad? He had no clue, nothing like this had ever happened.

The wolf huffed and shook his head, and keeled in front of Rei, looking up at him. "You know if you agree, you can have anyone do this for you. " The big wolf gripped those boxer-briefs, and tugged them down, exposing Rei's naked groin to him. his cream colored underbelly fur was coating his groin, which was a handsomely set of testicles, perfectly round and perported to his size and body shape; some raccoons always looked a bit smaller, or too big, but Rei was perfect on the eye, which loved to see geometric patterns match up correctly. His sheath was creamy and long, pointing vertially up as any self respecting anthro's would, and peeking from it? A red tip. Rei was not naked in public often, and he responded in the opposite ways most males would have in his situation.

Harding stood up then and looked to Rei, quickly closing the gap between them and slamming his hand around Rei's sheath. The raccoon yelped in surprise and jumped, but growled. "Hey! Lay off the merchandise, chum or I'll--!" Rei gasped, as if being hit by a heavy board as that big lupine hand began to glide up and down along the downy soft fur on his sheath. Rei let out a few grunts of displeasure, but his ears ended up laying back against his head as the hand worked; stoking the almost dead flame deep within his being, making it intensify, coaxing the fire to burn hotter and hotter. Rei's body, which was very much male, began to betray the wishes of the mind, the organ on the bottom of the list of what he was thinking of right now, and began to slide upwards out of his sheath, gliding up more into that coaxing hand, the crimson length, veiny and full, continued to glide out of his body with pleasured moans from its owner, the hand now focused on the naked flesh of the raccoon and no longer on the sheath below it. The hand was absorbing the pre-fluid which flowed from the tip, coating the reddened flesh until it glistened in the flourcent lights above them, and was completely hard. Rei was hanging slightly, breathing deeply as he was very hard. The wolf smirked.

"See? Now is that so bad? You shouldn't deny yourself things, Conner. I'm going to show you what you've forgotten." The clasp on the gyro holding the chain buzzed and unclicked, and before Rei could get control of himself, strong hands spun him around, until he was staring at the blurry reflection of himself. He shivered as his erection, which was hot as melting iron he thought, was pressed gently against the metal, leaving a small damp spot on it as it cooled. Rei did not soften, he knew what was going to happen.

He tried to look over his shoulder, but his arms were in the way, he couldn't see what Harding was doing behind him, but he was sure it wasn't baking a pie. He heard the rustling of material, figuring clothing, and then, when Rei figured the man was just going to masturbate and leave him to be, he felt a hot muzzle against the back of his head, the hot breath washing over his neck and ears. "Now then, relax Conner, and remember."

The 'coon closed his eyes as he felt the sensation he hadn't felt since Duncan died. Something wet and hard met something soft and semi-pliable. With a groan from the raccoon and a moan from the would be rapist, a thick erection began to slide into the raccoon's body, making Rei wince in pain. He had no lubrication besides what the wolf made himself, and he hadn't been sexually active in so long, it hurt. He felt his walls yield without much choice against the invading length; spreading for the ebony tool as it spread Rei's cheeks and tight ring, walls gripping that length in a way that had Harding moan right into the back of Rei's head. "Damn, you're right."

Rei couldn't speak; he was in pain and a mixture of pleasure, the sensation of having something inside his body was unlike anything, even if it wasn't his dead lover. He could feel the texture of that wolf penis, and was reminded of Duncan, who was also a wolf. His memory came flooding back, to long nights of pleasure, Duncan showing him various things and positions, the man who claimed his virginity and saved his life, the length felt the same, but not. Duncan's was smoother, and not as thick, but still, they were both wolves and it felt insanely good, even if he didn't want it. Rei gasped loudly as he felt the length probe him deeply, slamming against the prostate nestled deep inside his body, making his body lurch forward and slam more against the steel with clenched teeth, and another splattering of precum on the steel. Rei closed his eyes and imagined it was his lover, and not some rapist wolf behind him, at least he could try to cling to some of his old flings.

Harding was bracing himself with an arm around Rei's slender waist, and a hand against the steel wall just above Rei's head. He thrusted in furiously to the raccoon, now that he was sure the male was not going to rip apart and bleed from being thrusted into. Rei had his head back and eyes closed, groaning through clenched teeth as he thrusted into the raccoon, who seemed to be enjoying it; the raccoon was still hard and his moaning was loud and pleasure filled. Rei couldn't have sounded happier, but then a man who had gone so long without a conscious orgasm? Who wouldn't?

Rei was bucking forward as the thrusting plowed into him, knowing he would be sore, but he could survive. He wasn't a virgin and that was all that was saving him from a ripping sensation and blood loss. The man behind him was ruthless; using his penis as if it was a sword and not the pleasuring tool it could be. Rei listened as he heard the big wolf sucking in air quicker and exhaling it even faster. He could feel the wolf coming close. With a loud growl from the wolf, Rei felt the lupine penis flex in such a way he knew was coming and braced himself. The burning sensation of semen firing into his body made him stand on his toes, his body trembling as it shot hot liquid to places they hadn't gone in a long time, the heat where he wasn't used to feeling bringing back so many memories. The wolf continued to release, semen pumping into his body more and more, generous amounts that made Rei think it would never end. However, right when he felt the torrent of semen eb, Rei's length tingled, making him gasp as he clenched up.

Rei muffled a scream with clenched teeth as his length twitch and throb against that steel, and then errupt. The raccoon cream fired upwards along the cold steel, coating it with rope after rope of his raccoon cum, some splashing against his stomach and pectorals as he had a conscious orgasm for the first time in so very long. More and more eruption followed, eventually pouring down along the steel and his testicles, Rei having lost count after nearly six spurts of his semen. As pleasure ebbed, he felt Harding withdraw from his body, leaving him feeling slightly empty, and very wet under his tail. Rei slumped, hanging once again from his chain as seed trickled from his tailhole and erection tip.

Harding chuckled and gave Rei a slap on his back, wincing of course at the pain, and began to pull his pants back up. "There.. now you ain't so celibate. One hour like that, you agree you get it willingly. You keep fighting, the whole base can take a turn with you, maybe two. Think about cooperatin', Conner." The sound of a door opening, closing, and then tumblers. Locked in once more, and alone.

Rei hung, looking to be asleep, but when two minutes had passed, his lips curled into a smirk, and something slipped from his sleeve of his shredded clothing. A metal pick. a lock pick. Rei chuckled then and stood up, slipping the metal tip right into the keyhole before speaking softly. "Thanks for the fuck, Harding, but I'll find my next partner, thank you." And with a slight twist, a click, and one wrist was free.

To be continued...

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