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As kids, my twin brother Leon and I always loved to play spy. To imagine ourselves as secret agents, on a mission to gather world saving Intel and defeating evil villains, that was our childish dream. Now that it's actually happening, I just want it to end.

My suit seems to constrict my every movement, or maybe that's my nerves. Either way, it feels like I'm suffocating. Standing in front of this strangely elegant building with Leon, both of us in a fancy get-up just for the occasion, we must have stood out like two dogs in a gaggle of geese, which wasn't too far off since we were actually malamutes and most of the people in this event happened to be either human or avian.

I look over to my twin, finding comfort in looking at him. We had the same physical appearance overall, a classic malamute pattern of black and white fur, the main difference being that he had one gold eye and the other being silver, while mine were crimson and sapphire. The other difference was that he stood with confidence, always emitting a strange aura that made you think that he was always meant to be there, as if there was no place in the world he couldn't fit into. I loved that about him, how he was always able to dominate any environment he came to, yet despite that still being a kind person at heart.

He caught me staring, but instead of telling me to stop and that it was creepy, (because it probably was) he returned it, showing every bit of admiration he had for me as I had for him. Although, I don't know what he would see in a guy like me.

"You ok Aiden?" he asks. I nod, unable to say much else due to the knots in my stomach and the constricting feeling on my neck. He smiles, noticing my tension and fear, knowing just how to deal with it. Without warning, he leans towards me, kissing me gently. It was just a quick little peck, but it was still enough to get me to calm down a little. I would have yelled at him to be more careful about public affection like that, but I was grateful for it, and he probably wouldn't have listened anyway.

"C'mon, let's go in and get this over with." I say, using my new found courage. "I wanna get home soon so we can have some fun." He smirks at me, probably thinking I was such a horndog sometimes.

"Only for you brother." I think to myself.

* * (Time change, One week prior to present) * *

"You want us to what?!" I say, looking at Dennis incredulously.

The tiger just looks at me indifferently, as if he wasn't asking much out of us. "Like I said, I need you and Leon to assist us in an espionage mission. Both of you have the specific abnormalities that suit this type of mission."

It was true. An abnormality was a special and usually unique skill that certain people had that allowed them to do incredible things. In simpler terms, it's like evolution, although much rarer and more illogical. In terms of rarity, it was about one in a million. And what he was asking of us was actually quite common in the school we were enrolled in. The area that the school encompassed was about the size of a very large city, or a fairly small state. It was because of this size that students didn't have dorms, they had actual apartments or houses. Also, the school administration was run by students themselves. In most schools, the student council president was just a social status with very little impact on the school. In here, the position actually held power. It was all these elements that added to this school being closer to an actual country, equipped with its own economy and government system.

Not only this, but this school housed some of the most elite. I'm not talking social status, but in terms of actual skill. Like I had said before, abnormals where one in a million, but this school was the gathering place of many of those abnormals. Of course there were also normals and specials.

Now of course, a common question asked when a mission like this was assigned was, "Why is this necessary?" It was a valid question, but the answer was that sometimes other governments tried to infiltrate this school and keep us on a tight leash in fear of our capabilities, but the most frequent problem was the terrorist organizations that tended to arise here.

"The target is a suspected terrorist named Vlad Avilion. He's Damon's older brother." Dennis continues. Damon was a friend of ours, a shark canine hybrid, but he was irrelevant right now. Normally, we would refrain from trying to kill our friend's brothers, but apparently they weren't on the best of terms. But that's another story for another day. "We can't force you two to accept, but I would appreciate it if you did."

"What about Noir and Ryan?" Leon asks. "Those two are you're main people on cases like these, right?"

"Right, but they're out on vacation right now. Probably having dirty fun times in some random hotel." His bluntness never ceases to amaze me.

"Alright, what kind of mission are we looking at then?" I ask.

"You two will infiltrate his mansion at a special banquette he is having in exactly one weeks time, so next Saturday. You will infiltrate the premises and obtain information from Vlad himself. That's where you come in Aiden. After that, you will sneak off, the both of you getting calls from your workplaces that requires immediate attention if anyone should ask. Try to leave without attracting attention, but if that proves impossible then we'll have to extract you two by force, which is when Leon comes into play the most. We'll give you further details if you choose to accept the mission. So, what will it be boys?"

He stares at us calmly, as if he already knew what we were going to say. He probably did. I look over to Leon and see that familiar face, one that he probably saw in me as well. Excitement. This kind of mission always paid highly if the person succeeded, and we could finally move out of this apartment and buy our own place. A nice big home just for us, and one that Dennis wouldn't be able to sneak into every now and then.

This was the apartment he bought for us, after all. But with this job, we could have our own place, and I could finally stop him from asking favors of me and using the apartment as a guilt trip!

I could recall countless times when he did this to the both of us. "Hey, could you help me fix my roof? A cow landed on it." "Do you think you could help me water the plants in the school greenhouse? It'll be easy, it's only the size of a small plantation." "Can you help me with the rabid squirrel attacks? They've been quite vicious."

The squirrels were the worst.

I let out a long sigh, feigning exasperation. "Fine, we'll do it. But we do have certain demands for payment." I glance at Leon as he glances back at me. We both smirk, clearly on the same page.

If we had to do this, we were gonna milk it for everything it has to offer. "Much like how Leon milks you for your-"

"Shut up penis! You can be horny later!" I think to myself. Right now we had more pressing matters to discuss.

* * (Time Change: entering the mansion) * *

The mansion was Victorian style from what I could tell. The walls on the exterior were a simple white, though there were vines that webbed across it, giving the whole building a cryptic sort of feel. As we walked up to the door, I noticed that there were balconies on the third levels of the house, and on each one, a human in a black suit and sunglasses. The guards I assume. Why they were wearing sunglasses, I don't know. It was pitch black outside, only illuminated by streetlights and the pale moon.

Leon nudges me with his elbow. "Those guards were in the report we got. They were the aesthetics." He mutters to me. I remember. In the detailed report and plan that we got, we were told that the area had an unknown amount of guards placed in here, all the real and highly trained guards disguising themselves as guests or residents in the mansion. The ones outside where simply for intimidation, at the same levels of actors. It was better than having the main guards kept out in the open were they could be either planned in advance for or simply taken out, as well as cheaper than extra guards. Although saving money was a huge hypocritical move since they spared no other expense in this damn place. But hey, the less guards, the better for us.

"Do you still remember the plan?" I ask him. He nods. "Ok then, it's now or never. I take his paw in my hands, squeezing it before quickly letting it go, like we used to do as kids. With that, we stepped into the wide double doors that led into the interior.

The inside . . . it was amazing. It looked as if the floor was gilded with gold, the lighting probably giving off that effect, and not only that, but it was so much larger on the inside than it had originally appeared on the outside, the ceiling reaching much higher up than I would have expected. For an old house like this one, they sure did a good job at fixing it up.

But enough about how amazing this place was, it was time to move into phase one. "Shall we, Leon?" I say to him casually, secretly signaling to start our plan.

Without breaking stride, he pulls out his phone, pretending to check his time, but in reality looking at his own reflection, specifically focusing in on his eyes. This was his abnormality, "Medusa's Gaze". Of course it wasn't the classic turning into stone power, but something similar. He basically had the power to either make someone unfocused, or the opposite. In this case it was the opposite. It worked by his eyes, which by now started to glow. They sent subliminal messages through the ocular nerve, either stimulating their brain to become focused or unfocused, much like a drug. Although, as a requirement he had to maintain eye contact with the person for at least five seconds, and it only lasted about twenty. The good part about this ability is that it allowed the user to affect people if they were looking directly into his eyes, not the other way around, and it worked from any distance, even through reflections.

He looks up and puts his phone away. His right paw, now to his side, taps his leg, not in Morse code, but something that we had created in the last week, preparing for this mission. Although, we only came up with the numbers due to our lack of time. This was phase one, Leon and I enter the building. Leon then uses "Medusa's Gaze" on himself in order to pick out guards in the crowd. With his heightened concentration, it was a simple task for him.

I quickly record the numbers in my head, translating them into coordinates of what he suspected as guards. "Two guards standing near the right corner of this room, three in the exact center, one from 10 o' clock, two sitting at the table at 7 o'clock." I thought to myself as I kept converting the seemingly random numbers in my head.

We continued walking around casually, giving a "hello" and "A fine night this is eh?" to random guests. By the time we had reached the stairs, we counted twenty guards in two rooms, in the middle of those rooms a stair case with the most amount of guards concentrated. It probably meant that Vlad was up there.

"I wonder if we'll be able to visit the other floors?" I ask him.

"I'm sure with a bit of my charms we could get through." He says, understanding what I meant. Just as we started for the stair case, we hear clapping directed towards the top of the stairs. I look up and see that standing there was none other than Vlad himself. He looked a lot like his brother, Damon. He had black head fur that almost hung over his left eye, grey and blue body fur that resembled the skin of a shark, a canine muzzle with black gill markings on the sides of it, piercing emerald green eyes, and a long shark fin that was thin for shark standards, not to mention a bit fluffy.

He wore a tuxedo, standing arrogantly out of the crowd, as if to say "I'm better than you". I'm pretty sure he would have said it out loud if he could.

According to Damon, Vlad was a complete douche bag, always scheming and going against everyone from the shadows. To say that he was a shark (in metaphorical terms) wasn't nearly enough. At least feral sharks were direct. He worked from the shadows, dropping a comment here, asking someone to do this to someone else, putting together two people at just the right time and place, next thing you knew, it was a full-fledged war. He was the reason why so many people revolted against the whole werebeast transformation project.

He was always on the side he thought was at an advantage, back then it was against being werebeasts, this time, it's on independence of abnormals. From our intel, he was the ring leader of a terrorist organization that worked to gather every abnormal in this school and take the whole college and force out anyone who went against them. Their justification was apparently that they were better than all the other "normals" and "specials". That alone was enough to get me pissed off, not to mention his personality, his demeanor, his face, his . . . well his everything. There was just something that made me want to punch the LIVING CRAP OUT OF HIM!!!!!! . . . Or something along those lines.

He quickly joins the crowd, making small talk that no one really cared about, listening just because he was the host of this party and that he was loaded. I never lost sight of him, although I wanted to since just looking at the guy made me want to either hurl or punch something, preferably hurling on him _while_punching his face.

Leon nudges me with his side. "We should go talk. I hear he's your type." He says. He looks at me pleasantly when he's saying this, but just underneath the surface, he was probably feeling the same avarice I felt for Vlad right now. I looked back to Vlad and forced a smile, sadly knowing what I would have to do.

* * (Time Change: sometime during planning in the week) * *

"You want me to what?!" I scream out at Dennis.

"I want you to try to seduce my brother." Damon says calmly. I looked away from him, choosing to stare at the picture on the table of Vlad. They looked disturbingly alike, yet Damon had softer, golden eyes, and a playful smile. Vlad . . . he just had a face that you wanted to smash against a brick wall. "I don't get why it's so bad."

"Have you_seen_ the guy?" I say.

"Yes. He's my brother, sadly." He replies calmly. "And keep in mind we do have similar faces, any insults to his appearance are also insults to mine. And I happen to think I look quite nice." He smirks at his last comment.

"Yes, you do have a nice face," I say quickly. "but your brother . . . there's just something about him that just makes me want to . . . I don't know." I strangle the air to try to get my point across. "You know?"

"Oh I know all too well." He says tiredly. "But you still have to do it."

I think about shouting out that I'm with someone, that person being Leon, but I hold myself back just in time. I glance back at Leon, his expression immediately showing his frustration and disgust. Since incest wasn't exactly all that ok with everyone, we decided to keep it a secret for now.

"Don't worry, you won't do anything too serious, you just need to get him alone and have him look into your eyes." Damon explains.

"What about Leon?"

"What about him?" Leon asks nervously.

"Leon can't do it." Damon says. "Vlad is into submissive types, meaning you. Besides, it's easier to have him alone and just get it over with directly."

I let out a groan, sadly seeing the logic behind this. "Fuck me."

"No, we don't want me to fuck you, we want him to fuck you." He says jokingly while pointing at Vlad.

Somehow, Vlad started looking ten times more unappealing. ". . . You know that wasn't even remotely funny, right?"

"Hey, I work with what you give me."

* * (Time Change: where we left off before.) * *

I walk over to a waiter, taking a glass of wine from his plate without breaking stride. Slowly, I walk towards Vlad, making sure that he could see me. Leon was off somewhere else, probably watching me from afar and hoping that I didn't have go too far.

Slowly, I start to walk towards him, inching my way to my destination. I'd be lying if I said I was walking slowly to be seductive and not to prolong the time where I would have to seduce Vlad and basically cheat on Leon. "Think of the house, Aiden. Think of having two stories to it, and all those rooms. Think about what Leon's gonna do to you in each and every one of them." I think to myself. It helps. . .

Just like I had hoped and feared, I see him walk towards me as well, smirking to himself as he played out his sick little fantasy in his head. If I'm going to do this, I'll be leading this dance, thank you very much.

I look at him and give him my best innocent smile I can. I see him visibly shudder in delight. "This is just too easy." I think to myself. At last minute, I look over my shoulder and hit something in front of me. I stagger back, knowing what I just did. I look forward, seeing a slightly mad Vlad, his tuxedo having a new spot of wine on it.

"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry." I say. I take out a handkerchief and dabbing at the large stain on his suit. Oddly enough, I didn't get a single drop on me.

"Oh, don't worry, I can just change." He says. A strange and mischievous smile crossed his face, and I couldn't help but think check mate. "Still, I don't think I'll be able to forgive you unless you accompany me to my room and help me with this . . . predicament." He reaches under my chin and holds it with his index finger and thumb. "I could use a cute little puppy like you."

I blush, or at least pretend to. It's easy to do that if your face is covered with fur. He didn't need to know that when it really happened red clearly showed through.

He takes me by the paw, leading me through the crowd of people. One of the guards we had counted joins us from behind, making sure that no one followed. He probably did this at every one of his parties, and told the guards to ensure his privacy.

We walked up the large, slightly curving stairs, unnoticed by everyone else. Although, they probably just looked away on purpose. We walked to the second floor, going through a large hall. It was nice . . . probably. I try and focus on my surroundings, but I'm too busy thinking about what I was doing. "I feel like such a whore." I think to myself. "Then again, in history, spies were prostitutes, I believe it was in India near 600 AD, history was never my best subject, but that sole fact about prostitute spies stuck in my head. Or maybe someone told me . . . was it Dennis?"

I snap back to reality when Vlad gestures to the guard to leave, and the guard does so very quickly. I stop in my tracks, mostly because Vlad was staring at me hungrily. Without warning, he grabs me by the arm and pushes me to the wall, being quite rough. He forces his muzzle onto mine, trying to invade my mouth with his tongue. I let him in with much reluctance.

I would love to say that it was nice and rather enjoyable, but it wasn't. Sure, I liked to be dominated, but I didn't like to be shoved against a wall while someone stuck their tongue into my muzzle without a single word of warning. His tongue reminded me of the one time I ate sushi, but this time even the taste couldn't make me ignore the scent. For some strange reason, he smelled like mackerel and seagull mixed together, and his tongue tasted like chum.

How did I know these things? I went fishing with my dad once. Once.

I moaned for him, trying to keep up the act. Without realizing it, he pushed me through a door and onto a bed. It was soft and nice, and was probably great for getting my brains fucked out of me. "I bet Leon and I could have some real fun up here." I think to myself. With that thought, I instantly get hard, which was good since he had started to grope me.

He climbed on me again, his paw never leaving the bulge in my pants. He forces his muzzle into mine again, panting heavily through his nose. I start feeling up his chest, noticing that he had a nice build at the very least. His body was laced with muscle, all tightly packed from probably hours of combat training and working out at the gym. I reached down to his pants and squeezed lightly.

I was a bit surprised. He was about average. I thought he was gonna have a micro penis or something, since he was so damn arrogant (you know, karma or some shiz). Well, I guess his body wasn't too bad, though I still hated the guy's guts. Ok then, time for phase two to really begin. Seduction, complete. Now I just needed to gather the information. These kinds of missions were meant for me, especially with my "Heavy Reader".

* * (Time Change: first day of planning) * *

"Are you both aware of why you were chosen for this mission?" Dennis asks us from across the table. We were sitting in his house at his dinner table. Everything was oddly plain and simple. Although it was his style. Make everything plain so that personalities shown more. It was nice and relaxing, which was good since for the next week we would be doing all our planning.

"I assume it's because of our abnormalities? It's the main thing the higher ups consider when choosing their little puppets, right?" I say blandly.

"Sadly, yes. We've already established Leon's 'Medusa's Gaze', but not you're 'Heavy Reader'."

"Wait, we never established my-" Leon says before cut off by Dennis's paw.

"Let's say that we have. And besides, we need a convenient way to explain 'Heavy Reader' that will fit well in the style and context of the story."

"What story?" Leon and I say in unison.

"Doesn't matter at the moment, but I would still like an explanation."

". . . Ok then. 'Heavy Reader' is an ocular abnormality that works in two different ways, those different powers being defined by the colors of my eyes." I put my paw over my left eye. "My right eye, the one that's crimson red, has the ability to take information gathered through my vision and predict what moves the person will make next. It's basically reading body language, but much more advanced. Of course, the main weakness of it is that I have a limit on how far into the future I can predict their movements, and if they're intoxicated or just move irregularly enough, I can't read their movements as well."

My paw moves and covers my right eye. "My left eye, the one that's sapphire blue, has the ability to actually connect my mind with someone else's, kind of like plugging in a usb and saving all the data that has to do with videos. You can actually think of it as a usb in a sense that I basically plug into a certain point, that point being the eye, and being able to save or more likely look through all his files, files being memory. Of course the downside to this is that I need at least ten seconds of eye contact, and then I can't move or break the eye contact for as long as I'm sifting through the data. It takes me about ten seconds to sift through an hour's worth of data, which is the maximum that I can sort through. So that's twenty seconds needed for me to actually do this."

I move my paw away from my eye. "Not only that, for either ability to work I have to cover one eye. I'm not sure why, it's just a limiter that my body put on it."

"Well, I'm sure we can plan something for it." Dennis says. He leans back in his chair, smiling deviously at me. For some strange reason, I can't help but think that he's going to make me do something sexual in this mission.

"Did you know," Dennis says suddenly, "that in India, prostitutes were taken off the streets and used as spies?"

Shit.

* * (Time Change: make out session with the fish.) * *

He starts to unbuckle my belt, fumbling with it awkwardly. "W-Wait." I say, pushing him away a bit. I stare deeply into his eyes as I panted, closing my right eye from what he probably thought was from pleasure or some shit like that.

"1 2 3 . . ." I think to myself.

"T-This is my . . . first time." I say meekly.

"4 5 6 . . ."

"D-Do you think you can. . ."

"7 8 9 . . ."

"Go . . . a little slow?"

"10."

At that moment, everything turned blurry. My "Heavy Reader" activated.

A thousand images flew through my mind, all starting from exactly one hour ago. I see Vlad getting dressed in front of a mirror, flexing for himself. I honestly expected no less. The image changes. I see him go on his laptop, going through pictures . . . he has an odd amount of pictures of Damon.

"Whoa, did not need to see that." I think to myself as I see him starting to stroke his cock to a lewd picture of a cheetah. One that I actually new. A guy named Nick who was totally crushing on Damon.

I sift through more data, going through him waiting around and looking at very strange things until suddenly, I see him looking at a strange website.

It wasn't pornographic or anything, but it did look suspicious. He logs into it and I could clearly see that he had administrative power over the sight. He types a message to everyone there, saying "Tonight there'll be a party at 5748 Poseidon woods St., bring new recruits. Only two weeks until the 'abnormal revolution'."

Oh my gosh, it was all- wait, there's more. "P.S, bring nice wine per group, and dinner will be provided. The wine will be for the next time."

As I was saying, oh my gosh, it was all there in black and white! Although I don't know why he would put it so bluntly. Now we could use this against him in court. All I needed was for Noir, or someone with a similar abnormality to extract the information. That's the advantage about the court system here, it wasn't just witness reports and gathered physical evidence, but also information gathered this way as well.

I end my abnormality, simply blinking it out. I was a bit dazed, but I was used to it. Vlad on the other hand, was completely out of it. It usually happened to people I used my abnormality on. The thing about it was that whatever I was experiencing, he saw it too, and he just went through an hour of his life in ten seconds flat.

While he was dazed, I take a concealed pair of handcuffs and slap them on, securing his hands behind his back. After that, I pushed him against the head board of the bed and took another pair of handcuffs. I but those onto the middle chain and attached it to the head of the bed frame. Before he could even utter a word, I take out a thin piece of cloth and gag him.

It was a specialized type of cloth just for him. It absorbed all sound and was oddly sturdy. Even with shark teeth, he can't bite through it.

"Sorry. It was fun, really, but I must be going now." I say to him, smirking a bit. "Thanks for the info, though. Don't worry, I won't let it go to waste."

I see him thrash on the bed, trying his best to break free, but he couldn't. Heck, he couldn't even make any sound! With the bed that was specifically designed for quieting . . . certain activities, and the gag, I don't think he's going anywhere anytime soon. Best part is that he didn't have anything on me. My ID was me when I was a human, and he didn't even bother to get my name. It was all too perfect.

I walk out the door, pretending the smooth out my head fur, although like most werebeast, my head fur had receded into my head and came back out as just some scruffy hair, the same as the rest of my body. I glance towards the stairs, just as I suspected, a guard was staring at me. I walk up to him and slow down for a moment.

"I hope that master Vlad was nice to you." he says.

"He was wonderful, but he's going to wait in there for a bit longer. I guess my virgin ass took a bit more out of him than he expected."

To enunciate my point, I walk down the stairs, just slightly limping.

I quickly disappear into the crowd and find Leon, his face somewhere between pain and anger. I take his paw into my own and squeeze it.

"I got what I came here for, now let's go." I say to him.

"So . . . I saw you limping."

My face immediately starts burning. "That was nothing. Trust me." I look at him. His face looks more relaxed now. I can't have that now can I?

We walk out the door. "Although . . . I do have to get his taste out of my mouth."

He stops in his tracks. "Wait what?!" I laugh, and he just looks at me shocked. I'll tell him that we only made out . . . once we get back to the apartment.

* * (Time Change: at the apartment, after the mission) * *

It was a long night. After about an hour, the debriefing was finally over. Using a machine way too complicated to describe, they were able to extract the information that I gathered and convert it into an actual video. Now they had enough dirt to take him down, although, knowing Dennis he'll end up surprising everyone. He'll probably try and drop the charges and get Vlad out of this situation to change him for the better, or some shit like that. He was always naïve and kind like that . . . maybe if he's lucky some of that naivety will rub off on other people as well.

"I don't know about you, but I need a shower." I say.

"Still feel dirty from your make out session with Vlad?" Leon teases.

"You're just pissed that I didn't tell you that we didn't go too far."

"No, I'm pissed that you implied that you gave him a blow job."

I run into our room, grabbing some clothes. "You wanna join me, Leon?"

"You know it." he whispers into my ear. I jump slightly, wondering how he got behind me so fast. He wraps his arms around me tightly. "Although," he talks directly in my ear, whispering lustily. I can feel his warm breath tickle my ear, just barely enough to make me squirm. "I will have to punish you for being such a bad little puppy."

He gives my ear a long, wet lick, making me moan softly, wanting to beg for more of his touch. He reaches down for my paw and makes me let go of the cloths in my hand. "I don't think you'll need those during your punishment."

He lets me go, taking my paw and gently tugging me towards the bathroom. Once we get there, he just turns on the lights and sits down on the toilet, the cover down, of course.

"For the first part of your punishment, while in here, you will call me 'big brother', understood?" he says sternly, though the smirk on his face made it hard for him to seem serious.

"Yes big brother." I say, practically moaning the last two words out. I see him shudder a bit. Apparently he was into "big brother", "little brother" role play.

"Good." He looks at me hungrily, his eyes drinking up every little detail of my body. It turned me on incredibly to know that he wanted me as badly as I wanted him right now. I would never admit it willingly, but it was hard for me not to get hard whenever I looked at him, especially in that tuxedo. It did so well to hide his strong build. I just wanted to grab him by the tie and rip of all his cloths . . . although, him doing that to me would be just as good.

"Strip for me, Aiden. And make sure to do it slowly." He says lustily. I shivered a bit, loving how he was dominating me with just a few words.

I take off my suit slowly, starting with the jacket, or whatever it's called, then going to the vest and then the tie, layer after of layer of clothing just rolling off my shoulder and falling to the ground. I never got stripping slowly. It just made me feel awkward, but judging from the hard bulge in Leon's pants, it was working.

I take off the belt, throwing it on the pile of clothing so it wouldn't make too much noise when falling down. Now my chest was completely bare. I turn around and bend over slightly, showing off the ass Aiden loved so much. I raise my tail slightly and wriggle the pants down, now all that was left was my plain white boxers.

I turn around, blushing slightly at how hard I actually was. I knew he turned me on, but it looks like I'm about to cum right here and now.

"Well, someone's excited." Leon teases.

"B-Big brother!" I say shyly. "I can't help . . . you turn me on too much."

He looks at me, his eyes filled with lust at this point. I could see it. He wanted so badly to just rip off my boxers and fuck my ass until I couldn't walk the next day, but he held himself back. It wasn't like I was some well seasoned bottom or anything. Our first time was only just about a week ago.

"Take them off." He commands.

"W-What do you mean?" I say, planning something a bit fun.

"The boxers. I told you to strip."

"W-Well . . . it's just that . . . it's embarrassing." I say shyly, twiddling with my fingers nervously.

He chuckles a bit, seeing where I was going with this. "Do you want your big brother to help you?"

I nod, looking at the floor. He gets up and starts pulling down my underwear from the front and the back, sneaking in a grope to my balls and my ass before dropping them to the floor. He leans in and lightly sniffs my neck, quickly licking it afterwards. I shudder a bit. "There, that wasn't so hard now was it?"

". . . It's still embarrassing." I say quietly.

"That's good." He places his paw lightly on my cheek, pushing it so I was looking to the side, directly at his face. "This is your punishment after all."

He leans in, kissing me passionately. I open my muzzle a bit, letting his tongue come in. It was always nice having him kiss me like this, his long, flat canine tongue exploring every single centimeter of my muzzle, not letting one spot go un-licked. I moan into the kiss, savoring how the simple action seemed to send waves of pleasure throughout my body. He moves his paws, one of them holding the back of my head as if to keep me in the kiss longer, and the other on my back, pushing us closer together. It was absolutely wonderful.

To have my twin brother, my closest friend and new lover this close to me, I was in absolute bliss. Suddenly, that bliss ends as he pulls away. I whine a bit, stopping myself a little too late. He chuckles at the sound.

"Now, for your next punishment, go into the shower and start washing yourself." I'm pretty sure he was enjoying this immensely, having power over me like this. Well, that's only based on how his cock looks like it's going to tear a hole through his pants.

"Y-Yes big brother." I whimper a bit, going along with this little game. Although, I would be lying if I said this didn't turn me rock hard as well. I step into the small shower and turn on the water, I adjust it to be warm, constantly readjusting between warmer and cooler water. I'm very finicky about how warm the water is, I'm sensitive to hot water, don't judge! (wait, who was I talking to?)

After a few seconds, I finally found the right temperature and began to soak my fur in the water. I let the purifying substance cascade over me, seeping into my fur fast and just as quickly leaving. As it left, it took something else with it as well, the stress from the day, and the troubles of the future. Now was the time that I could relax . . . at least relax as much as Leon would let me.

I glance over to him. He was just staring at me, somewhat hungrily, fondling himself through his pants. I blushed slightly, but didn't look away. It was just way too hot of a sight to miss.

"That's good." He said, smirking a bit. "Now I want you to play with yourself."

"W-What?!" I said to him, actually shocked. "Why in the shower?!"

"Please, don't pretend like you haven't done it before. I should know, I was watching that time." he had a huge grin smeared across his face the entire time he was talking, while I on the other hand probably had an expression of shock, embarrassment, and anger at the same time. I look away quickly, a bit out of horror and shame.

I hear him laugh, and somehow that makes me feel warm and nice, as if his laughter was all I needed to listen to, all I wanted to hear. "Sorry, but it's incredibly hot when you play with yourself, although I don't really need to justify myself since this is your-"

"Yeah, yeah, I know." Honestly, I didn't know why he liked to spy on me so much. What a voyeur, but at least he was my voyeur. I reached down to my cock, still hard as ever and gave it a nice, firm stroke. It was a bright red and was about seven inches, nothing to really admire in my opinion, but Leon just couldn't help messing with it. Every time we did something like this, he practically milked my cock for my cum. But I wouldn't mind doing the same to him.

I started to jerk off at a normal pace, trying to show off for Leon. I wasn't an exhibitionist, but if Leon was going to watch like this, I was going to give him a show. I turn to show my back to Leon. Before he could argue against my action, I bend over slightly, placing a paw on the cold tile for support, the other paw resting on my ass. I pull my ass cheeks apart slightly, showing off my tail hole to Leon. There was a slight pause, then a growl, and then a bit of shuffling, probably Leon taking off his clothes.

I take the paw away from my ass and suckle lightly on my index finger. I take it out of my muzzle, a thin strand connecting it to my finger for just a split second before breaking. I take the spit covered finger and move it to my tail hole, rubbing some of the spit to it. I move it forward slightly, sinking my index finger deep inside of me. I shiver a bit, loving the way it stretched me, even if only slightly. I use the water to my advantage, adding in another finger using water instead of my saliva. It stung a bit, but I was always able to stretch myself pretty far quickly with just some spit, although I did like to take it a bit slow and savor all the pleasure I got out of it.

I start panting a bit, wriggling my fingers around inside of me. "Need help there?" Leon says, suddenly right next to me. I jump a bit, yelping and taking my fingers out of my ass.

I look over to him. He was now completely naked, holding a bottle of lube. Did he always have that with him? Damn, he came prepared. I look down to his cock, it was much similar to mine, only that it was an inch longer and a little bit thicker, especially on the knot. It looked like it was all lubed up and ready to go.

"Looks like big brother's a bit excited to see me." I tease, giggling a bit. He comes up closer and pulls me into a hug, stepping under the stream of water. It was strange to see the water wash over his fur so easily, so freely. It gave a new look to his fur, water droplets glistening on his muzzle before quickly falling to the ground and being replaced by new ones. He looked . . . amazing, absolutely beautiful. It was like looking towards the magnificent sky on a rainy day, and finding a single ray of sunshine. It was small, and just a single ray, but it was strong enough to cut through the woeful rain and the vast clouds, just to shine a bit of light on me.

"How can I not be excited?" he asks softly, bringing me back to reality. "After all . . . I love you."

I was a bit shocked for a second. A phrase like "I love you" is not meant to be taken lightly, only meant for your true mate, right? Yet here he was, just flinging it at me. I wanted to scold him, saying I didn't deserve such a thing . . . yet when I look at him, deep into his dazzling gold and silver eyes, gazing at his smile . . . I couldn't deny it, all the emotion that was in those three simple words. It filled me with a strange warmth, threatening to burn me up from the inside out. But I wouldn't want it to go away ever, I don't mind having myself burned away. I'm going to enjoy what I had now, and hopefully what I will always have.

I smile, returning his loving gaze. "I love you too." I pull closer to him, burying my face into his chest. Even though he was wet and smelled terrible, he was still so warm, so safe. I look up to him, hoping that he would understand how much I loved him back.

He leans in, planting his muzzle right on mine for a deep kiss. I feel his wet tongue on mine, leading me in a dance that we both had no idea of doing. We just . . . kept moving along with each other, however we felt we should move, not however we were told.

He starts to turn us to the side, pressing me against the cold tile wall, making me shiver a bit. His hands slowly crawl over my back towards my ass. He starts to grope me hungrily, kissing me harder. I give out a surprised yelp as I feel his fingers invading my tail hole, the cold lube making me moan.

He pulls away for a second. "Don't worry, punishment's over. Let big brother show how much he loves you." he starts biting at my neck, nibbling and slobbering hotly all over it. I feel his fingers worker harder, now with three in my tail hole, stretching me deliciously.

He abruptly pulls out of me, grabbing my ass and lifting me up. I quickly wrap my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist. "W-What-"

"I told you to relax, didn't I?" he says softly. Before I can say anything, he kisses me again, practically sticking his tongue down my throat. I moan loudly as I feel his cock tip press against my tail hole.

He starts pushing into me, not even asking if I was ready, though he could probably tell from how I couldn't stop moaning as he kept pushing on. It was amazing how every second he was in me sent shocks of pleasure throughout my body, as if his cock was made just to make me melt into his arms. He thrusts forward a bit faster suddenly, pressing hard against my prostate and making me groan in ecstasy.

After what seemed like an eternity of bliss, he stopped, fully hilted into me. He pulls away from the kiss, shivering in pleasure with a dumb grin on his face. "Fuck, I still can't believe you're so tight." He buries his face into my neck, nibbling and biting over it again, moaning as he starts to thrust in and out of me quickly.

I yell out in pleasure, a bit louder than I mean to, but I couldn't give a flying fuck at this point. I grip at his fur, my right paw pressing on the back of his head, trying desperately to keep him from stopping, though I doubt that anything could stop in now. I felt him growl, feeling the vibrations over the sound of water splashing and skin slapping, well, fur, I guess. He starts going faster, not giving me a single moment to get used to the feeling of him fucking me silly.

My mind was swimming in bliss, barely able to focus on anything except for Leon pounding harshly into me, his knot grinding hard into my tail hole and his huge cock pounding my prostate. I couldn't think straight. I felt like I was already cumming every second he pounded into me. I pulled my legs tighter around him, trying to get him just a bit deeper. He responded just the way I wanted him to, thrusting into me in faster, shorter strokes, trying to shove his knot into me now.

"L-Leon!" I gasped out, still gripping tightly to him. "I-I'm-"

"Me too, A-Aiden!" he pulls out of my neck, looking me in the eyes. He leans forward, kissing me lightly, like before. It's strange. It's probably the least intense thing he's done all night, but that simple gesture sent waves of pleasure throughout my body, throwing me straight over the edge. I moan loudly into the kiss, clenching down on Leon's dick while I let out my pent up loud all over us, riding waves of pleasure that seemed to rip through my body. I feel him pound into me even harder now, grinding hard until . . . pop. His knot finally went in with a loud slurping sound and stretched me to my limits, somehow making me come even more than before.

I feel a warmth suddenly spread inside me, Leon groaning in pleasure as he lets out his load into me as well. I lean my head back, breaking from the kiss. I look into his face, noting for a second that everything looked blurry . . . and . . . everything blacked out.

* * * *

"Wah!" I shout, waking up with a start. I look around, noticing that I was in our room. "What . . . happened?"

"You blacked out after cumming so hard." Leon says from behind me. I turn around, noticing that he had his arms wrapped around me, holding me with my back against his chest. "There was a lot more than usual. In all honesty I thought you died! How awkward would that be? Death by orgasm."

I quickly relax, realizing that we weren't in any impending danger. "Sorry." I mumbled.

"Don't be!" He says enthusiastically. "It was really hot seeing you covered in so much cum, and don't worry about the mess." He leans in, his muzzle right next to my ear. "I cleaned you up. Every single nook and cranny."

I start blushing, but not making any effort to escape his embrace. "You pervert."

"But it's our dynamic!" he pouts.

"What do you mean by that?" I ask.

"You're the cute and shy one, but can be serious at times as well as cock slut, while I'm the outgoing, relaxed big brother who's also a huge pervert to him!"

I stay silent for a moment, thinking about punching him. "I want to get mad about you calling me a cock slut, but it's kind of true in terms of you, and you did call yourself a pervert."

I feel him tense up behind me. "S-Sorry, I didn't mean to offend you or anything, I just-"

I cut him short with a quick kiss. "Don't worry about it, Leon." I turn myself around in his arms, leaning on him with my muzzle next to his ear. "I'm definitely a cock slut, but only for you, big brother." I whisper to him.

He instantly growls, immediately pouncing on me and kissing me roughly. Just like I wanted. I love every second of this. His gentle, yet dominant touch, his passionate and loving kisses, the hot, smutty sex, it was all simply ecstasy for me. I didn't know how long this was going to last. Incest wasn't exactly an accepted thing here, though this place was generally more accepting of everything. And even if it wasn't that, we led dangerous lives if we ever took jobs like the last one. That's why while I have Leon, I'm not letting go of him for one moment. I'm gonna cherish every second I have with him, and I know that in the end, not even death could manage to separate us.

The End . . . maybe? o~o