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"You want what...?" Jimmy asked incredulously. He sat on the sofa.

"A sample of your blood," Renfield Billings replied matter-of-factly, seated leaning forward in the armchair across from his "guest." He'd known the hare would find the request unusual, to say the least, and so he was prepared for Jimmy's uneasiness and doubts.

They were standing in Renfield's living room the following morning. Jimmy was a young, handsome hare with a gold earring in his left ear and green fur - a much richer shade than Renfield's sickly own. Spiky brown hair adorned the top of his head. He wore surprisingly tattered-looking clothing despite the amount of money he made turning tricks. Renfield had never asked about it, but he figured it was so people wouldn't mug him on the street. The big cities of Genus could sometimes be a little dangerous, after all. It wasn't quite the paradise the mammals made it out to be. Someone dressed like Jimmy - a tattered jacket, ripped jeans and hand-me-down hi-tops - wasn't likely to be looked at as a potential target for muggers.

He was, however, very popular with mammals who wanted him for... other duties. Duties which he performed frequently for Renfield. Although now that Dawson was in his life, however that turned out given his role in undermining the mammalian war effort, he decided he'd need to stop seeing Jimmy. But the young hare was a nice enough sort that Renfield would hate to simply end it. No, he thought. He'd cut it off gradually. Especially since now he needed Jimmy more than ever. His blood, anyway. His continued freedom depended on it!

He could tell Jimmy was uneasy about this particular job. He fidgeted in his seat, so Renfield rushed in. "I'll give five-thousand simoleans."

"I dunno. It sounds pretty weird. Whaddaya want it for?"

"I... can't tell you that," Renfield said. The less he knew, the better. He neither wanted Jimmy arrested as a traitor by the mammals, or killed by his fellow toads as a potential security risk.

Jimmy played with his earring. "Jeez, man... that's a lotta money for one thing of blood."

"Not just one," Renfield replied, "but as many as I'll require in the future if the need arises."

Jimmy laughed. "You're trying to beat some kinda drug test at work, aren't you?" he asked slyly.

Renfield would neither confirm nor deny this. Instead, he rose and came over, easing himself down beside Jimmy. He slid one arm around the hare's shoulders and brought his face closer, so their lips were barely touching. He stroked up and down Jimmy's arm tenderly, trying to be seductive and reassuring.

"Please," he asked sweetly. "You've always told me I was your favorite customer..."

"I tell everyone that," Jimmy admitted, wryly but softly, barely whispering. He then smiled, and brought his lips to Renfield's, and the two kissed gently. After a moment, they parted, and Jimmy said, "Fine, I'll do it. But not for five. Ten."

Renfield reeled. "Ten-thousand simoleans?! I pay you less for one night stands!"

He stood, indignant, putting his hands on his hips. Jimmy laughed.

"Yeah, but this is somethin' shifty. And shifty costs extra."

The toad-turned-hare sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose. He'd forgotten how much of a haggler Jimmy could be. But it wasn't like he was hard up for money. The U.A.C. paid decently enough, and his toad masters had also ensured he hadn't lacked for money. Finally he agreed.

"Fine!" he said sourly. "I'll have the money to you after you've given me--"

"Half now, half on delivery," the younger hare replied, then got off of the couch and kneeled before his host. He started unzipping Renfield's pants. "With this as a bonus. Deal?"

Renfield gawked. Then Jimmy took his cock in his hands and stroked it to hardness, sending shivers up his spine, and he once again agreed to Jimmy's terms. "F-Fine... deal, you little extortionist..."

Jimmy smirked and licked along the pale green erection and slid it inside his mouth and began bobbing his head back and forth, sucking Renfield off right there in his living room. Oh well. It wasn't the first time. Renfield bit his lower lip as his cock throbbed hotly in Jimmy's skilled maw as the young male prostitute used his lips, tongue and teeth to expertly tease and toy with the toad in mammal's clothing. Precum leaked liberally from the urethra and Renfield gasped, bucking his hips, ready to cum, but Jimmy backed off.

"Ah-ah!" he chided. "Not juuuuust yet."

Renfield whimpered, then Jimmy returned his mouth to that aching, engorged member and resumed heating Renfield to his desired temperature. Ten minutes of mind-numbing pleasure later and Renfield couldn't stand it anymore. He cried out and blew his wad, sending jets of creamy toad-cum into Jimmy's mouth which the young hare eagerly sucked down. Renfield shivered and wondered if Jimmy would gobble it down so greedily if he knew it was toad semen... he was fortunate that all cum looked alike!

Fly still undone and spent cock hanging free of his pants, Renfield fell back onto the sofa and gave a contented sigh. After a moment, he paid the extremely talented hare his simoleans and fished the vial with the empty label he'd stolen from the infirmary and handed it to Jimmy, who was wiping his mouth with an embroidered handkerchief.

"Put it in this," he said a little breathlessly, "and for goodness' sake don't write anything on the label!"

"Fine, fine," said Jimmy, swiping the little glass container from Renfield's hand. "And, uh, consider that little slice of heaven you just had there a freebie." He winked.

Pocketing both handkerchief and vial, he gave Renfield a goodbye kiss on the cheek and left. Renfield swallowed and relaxed, then eased himself back inside his underwear and zipped up his pants. By the Great Mother, he though, Jimmy sure knew how to--

He stopped his thoughts in his tracks. Did he just invoke the Great Mother and not Komplex? He chuckled. He really was playing at being a hare too long. He rose and stretched, then decided he'd better head into work. He'd dodge the blood tests for as long as he could, until Jimmy got back to him with the sample he needed to fool the mammalian scientists. Until then, it was important that he continued acting like nothing was amiss.

~*~

That week was a blur of paperwork, dances with Dawson at the Briar Patch and dinner afterward, and the dull tedium of bureaucracy. Occasionally, he'd notice Gilly Stephenson looking at him oddly. He was beginning to worry that he suspected him, but continued playing it cool. He didn't care what his grouchy co-worker suspected or didn't suspect - he couldn't prove anything, and he kept everything in his office and his apartment which might incriminate him under tight lock and key. Careful was Renfield's middle name.

Every once in a while, he contemplated the the communicator he used to maintain contact with Sergeant Krug's toad cell. It'd stopped beeping insistently at him and he wondered why, and whether he'd even answer it if it did. Had Krug decided to cut his ties with him? Part of him hoped not, because if things didn't pan out the way he hoped, he might need Krug as a safety net.

But he was optimistic. After this whole "hunt for the evil toad spy" thing blew over, he was prepared to settle into his new life as a hardworking U.A.C. employee with a wonderful boyfriend, with no one the wiser that he'd once been a toad actor named Zaysen.

At the end of the week, he went to meet Jimmy in an old subway station in one of the grungier parts of town. It'd been badly damaged during the toad occupation, and although there were signs of recent construction work such as partial repairs and tools, there weren't any crews here currently and this end of the rail line was shut down. A perfect place to meet someone for some cloak and dagger style dealings. He certainly didn't want to do the actual handover at his apartment. Or his office.

He waited for a few minutes with his hands in his pockets. Just as he was beginning to get impatient, Jimmy emerged from the shadows and approached him a little nervously, hands stuffed into the pockets of his tattered jacet.

"Dunno why you wanted to do it here," he said.

"My apartment isn't safe for this kind of transaction," Renfield replied, taking his left hand out of its pocket. "Neither is my office. It's one thing if someone catches me enjoying the company of another male... quite another if I'm caught purchasing a sample of his blood. Now then, do you have what I asked you for?"

"Yeah, no problem," replied Jimmy. "I still think it's a weird thing to be askin' for..."

"Save it, Jimmy," Renfield said with a sigh, holing out his hand. He was becoming impatient with the prostitute's increasing unease. "Now, do you have it?"

Jimmy frowned and fished the vial with the blank label out of his jacket pocket. It was filled with red blood. Renfield's gray eyes lit up as the green hare slid it into his hand.

"Have you got my simoleans?" asked Jimmy.

"Right here."

Renfield realized that a more pragmatic toad would pull a maser pistol from his pocket and not a fistful of simoleans, and shoot Jimmy dead on the spot. No loose ends. But Renfield had always had a soft heart, especially for guys he fancied. Besides, he didn't like the idea of murdering anyone, especially when he didn't need to. After this, he wasn't going to see Jimmy anymore. Not when he had lovely Dawson. And so it was a fistful of money he offered to the male prostitute, and it was gladly accepted.

"Thanks," Jimmy said.

"No," said Renfield, "thank you! I owe you big time."

"Why not repay me right now?" the young hare asked slyly, grabbing Renfield's wrist and stuffing it down the front of his jeans.

Renfield pulled his hand back in a mixture of amusement and embarrassment. "Uh, not right now. Maybe later. Right now, I've got to get back before I'm missed."

A small lie. He didn't want to hurt Jimmy's feelings. He patted his shoulder firmly, then turned and walked away and out of Jimmy's life forever.

~*~

Later that evening, Renfield returned to the employee clinic. His co-worker Vernita Lapis was getting her blood drawn by the nurse, a deer who looked tired and overworked, just as he'd hoped. He could slip in and put Jimmy's blood in with the rest of the labeled samples and pass it off as his own, and the overworked nurse could never say for certain whether she'd drawn his blood or not.

As he entered and casually slipped past the preoccupied pair, he heard Vernita complain, "Is this really necessary?"

"Chairman's orders," was the nurse's reply. Her only reply.

Renfield entered the adjacent specimen room where the blood samples were stored. Removing the little vial from his pocket, he grabbed a pen and wrote "Billings, Renfield" on the label, then slid the vial into a rack with the other, identical ones. Presto, he thought with a grin, and then discretely departed just as the nurse was finishing up with Vernita.

He returned to his office upstairs and shut his door behind him, making certain to lock it. He took the toad communicator out of his pocket and put it on his desk, just in case, but it remained inert and silent. Apparently Krug really had given up on trying to get in touch with him. Oh well. To hell with him and the other toads. Now that he was on his way to being able to maintain his cover successfully, he was done dealing with those brutish bullies anyway.

Sitting back in his chair, he loosened his necktie and thought of Dawson. He very much looked forward to their upcoming dinner date.