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(Sorry this took so long, I take a long time to put out stories. If you enjoy reading this then I am sorry to say you can expect a similarly long waiting period for the next chapter)

Cain and Able

The 15th of August 2040. The chipmunk Jonathan, and Mark are continuing the process of recruiting more members for "The Lords of Vengeance". Cain is on his way home, after recently buying his first pack of cigars, and in a fully furnished luxury apartment somewhere within the city, three men are in the middle of a meeting that will either save or cost hundreds of lives. Mike, a slim black man with graying hair, wearing a black suit from Tip Top tailors sits in a brown leather chair. Across from him, in a similar brown leather Chair sits Adam, wearing his trench coat and silver chain, the white fur on his belly standing out against the coat, is brown fur almost melding into it. The last man is sitting in another brown leather chair, this one facing the other two, it is John Deckard. Wearing his shorts with chainmail hanging off them. A tattoo of a closed bear trap on his arm, and another tattoo of a .45 hunting rifle on his back. There is an empty chair beside his.

Mike is the first man to speak.

"Adam, what have you learned about the Lords of Vengeance goals?"

Adam clears his throat with a hoarse cough.

"Well, first and foremost, they are recruiting. But further from that," He turns toward John. "they want to kill you. They think that if they kill the leader of the hunt, the others will be lost."

John shakes his head. "Nothing could be further from the truth. There are at least twenty more in line, waiting to take my place. Killing me is the last thing they want to do."

Adam nods in agreement. "I already know this. However, at the same time, this presents us with a great opportunity. You see my friends, they don't know who the leader of the hunt is. All they know is that there is a police file on him, with his and photo."

John's eyes widen, and a smile creeps across his face. Mike sits up and smirks. Adam pauses to gauge his comrades' reactions, and then continues.

"So, I'm proposing, that we get the Lords of Vengeance, to take out all the upper big wigs of The Huntsmen - not including you John - then when they are all gone, you can abandon The Huntsmen, and there will be no one assigned to take your place. The bickering will divide them and they will all go there separate ways, to be rounded up and arrested later."

Mike continues to smirk. "Ahh; but Adam, what of The Lords of Vengeance?"

Adam winks slyly at Mike. "That is where the true beauty of this plan comes from. You see, once we have eliminated the Huntsmen we can use the evidence I will have collected against them to put their leaders behind bars as well. We will leave the ones that have yet to break any laws, and scrounge up the rest."

John looks at Adam, then loses his smile and becomes deathly serious. "How do you expect to get them to kill all of my officers so quickly? If one of them dies I am supposed to have a replacement trained within 2 weeks."

Adam looks john in the eyes, pondering slightly, before finally asking a question of his own. "Is there anyway you can get them all into one place?"

***

Cain arrives at the cream colored door to his bland apartment. The tables was still unstained, the furniture still bland, the TV was still older then the building he lived in, but the room was affordable, and his home was always warm and inviting when he came home. A sanctuary where he could relax, and the only person who could disturb him was Able. But he didn't mind that, because even on the worst of days, when he was in the worst of moods, Able could always make him smile, even if it was only just a little. He takes of his coat and drapes it over his arm.

"Cain, c'mere quick!"

Cain lets out a long drawn out sigh. "I knew I shoulda' had a cigar before I came in."

"I'm coming."

Cain walks down the steps into Able's room, where he sees Able sitting down on the floor in her light blue; thigh high; fluffy bath robe. At her feet is a small tabby black and white kitten, the black occupying many of the same areas that Able's does, and the white covering the remainder of the small ball of fluff. The kitten is lying on its back, and Able is playing with it using her ring and middle fingers to gently poke it, while it chews softly on her index finger, holding onto it with his petit paws.

"Isn't he adorable? I found in a milk carton on the street. He was so thin, and I heard him meow. I had to take him." Cain looks down at the little kitten, a smile creeps across his face. He drops his coat at the doorway to Able's room. He walks toward Able and the little kitten, and kneels down on his right knee, and then plays with it in a similar manor to the way Able was playing with the kitten before.

"Did you give him a name yet?" Cain says as he begins to pick up the small cat

"Yeah! I named him Seth." She says with bright smile and a happy tone in her voice.

"I like that name." Cain says, then turns his attention back to the kitten, which he now has held closely to his chest. "Lets go get you some water Seth."

He stands a walks up the stairs to the kitchen, where is retrieves a small silver bowl, about the length of the kitten, and half the height. From downstairs he hears Able turn on the shower. He turns to the sink. Seth meows and looks at the large white porcelain sink. Cain turns on the tap and fills the little bowl with water. His hand holding the bowl starts to shake slightly and Cain grunts. He lays the bowl down, and with his hand starting to steadily shake more and more. He lays Seth down on the counter next to the sink, who looks back at him and lets out another meek meow.

The tremor in Cain's hand suddenly stops. He reaches into the sink and lifts out Seth's water, then with his other hand, he picks Seth back up and lays them both down on the floor. Seth looks at the glimmering metal bowl, and then peeks his head up over the edge to look inside. He looks at his barely visible reflection, and then crouches down low. Poised and ready, he then swiftly leaps up a short distance and into the bowl of water. He starts rolling around and rubbing up roughly against the side of the bowl, purring loudly.

Cain smiles and chuckles. He looks on, mesmerized by the small kitten.

"You know, you have to be the most foolish cat I have ever seen."

Seth ignores Cain, and continues to play in his bowl of water, when a knock comes from the door. Before Cain has time to answer it Seth (now terribly frightened from the sudden noise) runs to Cain and climbs up the back of his left leg.

Out in the hall way, Adam walks up to Cain's door and knocks. Within two seconds he hears a loud yell that can only belong to Cain.

"God damn it that fucking hurts, cat!"

Adam snickers, imagining Cain bent over in knots of pain holding his hand, scolding a cat. He opens the door which Cain had left unlocked, and instantly bursts out into a fit of hysterical laughter. Cain is bent over, his face a shade of red close to burgundy. Adam falls too his knees still laughing at Cain, who is franticly pulling at His little kitten Seth, who's claws are hooked deep in the inside of his thigh. In a higher voice then he normally has, Cain is conversing with the cat.

"Let go. Let go! LET GO!"

Adam closes the door behind him. Still on his knees, he is slowly starting to stop the fits of laughter. He looks again at Cain and speaks to him for the first time in the past forty seconds he spent with his partner and close friend.

"So Cain, who is the little munchkin grafted to your inner thigh?"

"It had a name, but until it redeems itself it will be known as ‘Cat.'" Cain says, looking down at his leg to see some means of which to remove Seth from the inside of his leg. Adam stands slowly, putting his brown, furred left hand on the bland wall to steady himself as he stood. Adam casually walks over toward Cain then bends down and grabs Seth by the scruff of his neck. Seth cries out with a meek meow, Adam ignores the sound. He brings Seth into his chest and puts his right arm underneath Seth to steady him, and then let go of his black and white body. With the full wait of Seth on Adam's right arm, Adam moved hit left arm to hold Seth into a comfortable hug.

"You need to learn how to handle animals better." Adam said, looking at Cain with a look Cain knew well. Both eyebrows square and a barely noticeable smile looking ready to burst at the anticipation of another smart remark.

"You're right, probably should learn to handle animals better. After all, I work with one five days a week, and I live with two more of ‘em."

Adam's simile burst forth just as Cain knew it would, with the slightest flash of teeth.

"Well, as you and I both know, that isn't true. Is it now Cain?"

Cain sigh's a long melancholy sigh. Cain says "So you've heard have you?"

Adam's playful smile dissipates, his tone quickly changes to a significantly more serious one. "I'm on the task force assigned to dealing with the ‘Lords of Vengeance.'" Adam says, rolling his eyes at the name. "I'm already in. I was chosen as the inside man, I expected there to be a trial or initiation, but the chipmunk who I talked to was midway through asking me something, when he stopped mid sentence. He looked shocked; then he looked a little angry. He faked a smile, shook my hand, and said I was in. I'm still suspicious, don't know what they are planning or why the recruiter acted the way he did. Scares me." Adam slowly kneels down and retracts his left arm, giving Seth room to jump down, which he swiftly does.

Cain gestured for Adam to follow him to the living room while he spoke. "So Mike made you a rat too? Figures. Bastard told me to take down the huntsmen from the inside. He doesn't know what John's doing to help this city. People see John as the figure head; think he has the power to stop what the huntsmen are doing. He just organizes it, twenty in line behind him and there are hundreds simply willing to take his place. He slows down the death rate, but he still answers to the rest of the higher ups. He has no more power over them then I do."

Adam pulls a bottle of Jack Daniel's out of the left pocket in his brown trench coat, his hands blending into the coat almost unseen. The amber liquor looks like liquid gold to Cain. The black and white label like the face of a good friend.

Cain looks at Adam with a jovial expression. "Best friend a guy could ask for."

Adam looks at Cain with confusion written all over his face. "Cain, that's the first time since high-school you said anything like that to me, and the last time you said that it turned you into an alcoholic. What's wrong this time?"

Cain glares back at Adam, with eyes colder then steel. "What's wrong this time, is that you have a full bottle of my favorite drink, and I'm sober."

Adam beams at Cain. Everything was back to normal. As horrible as it would sound to most people, Adam preferred the angry, sarcastic, snappy Cain too the nice one. But he had good reason, he knew that angry Cain was the stable one. Happy Cain was much more likely to snap. He'd been there the first time it happened, when they were in the fifth grade.

***

It had been the last week of school before summer. Cain and Adam were both outside playing in a public park just behind the school. It was 3:30 in the afternoon and school was out for the day. Anthros didn't exist yet, for the technology was still in its early alpha testing stages. Adam was a handsome young boy, with medium length blond hair, thicker then most animals' winter coats. He was a small child for his age, only about four and a half feet tall, and he was skinny, but his arms and legs had more muscle then other boys his age. His parents were lenient and Adam was an eccentric child. He was dressed with a long blue scarf, one end of which came to the center of his chest, the other went down his back to his waist, a short; plane black T-shirt and white khakis shorts that came down to his knees. Cain looked then like a younger version of his father. Short, neat, black hair, lanky arms and legs, skinny, only about five feet tall, and his skinny waist was about half as big around as a grown mans thigh. That day he wore blue jeans and a red and white striped long sleeve T-shirt. Both boys had small black real leather sandals, but the leather was unpolished so it didn't look the same as a bikers leather jacket might.

Adam was always a target for the bullies at school because despite his muscle, he was too much of a pacifist to fight back. Cain was lanky and was in no shape to take them on, and was therefore usually too frightened to do anything other then call for help. Cain hated himself for being weak. The last time Adam got picked on, he yelled out for help, and then hurled a rock at the boy picking on Adam. It hit him in the back of the head, and the boy ran away crying. Help never came, but the boy followed Adam home after Cain had left and finished what he started. Adam's arm was in a cast for two weeks. This day however had been unusual, for the first time in a long time. Cain was very happy. Adam and Cain had been playing for half an hour and no one had come to pick on them, Cain was smiling a genuine smile. That ended very soon. Another one of the bullies at the school, Mathew Parsons, a large boy with about as much muscle as Adam, but the size of an eighth grader, showed up. Mathew was an impatient boy, and didn't like to waist his time. So when he went anywhere alone, it was because he wanted something done. He was known for being zealous and having very religious parents. Mathew took after his dad, and thought that people were what they looked like. And when he looked at Adam all he saw was a boy that he thought ‘Unclean' and ‘Bent at the wrist'. These two traits were a dangerous combination. That day Mathew had set out to right what he saw as wrong. He came up to the boys and both Adam and Cain expected Mathew to get violent, Adam expected a beating and Cain expected a fight. But that day Mathew had other plans, and instead of pulling back a fist for a punch he wrestled a small bible out of his pocket.

"Adam, I know about your sins and I'm here to tell you that there is a way to redemption, to peace, and salvation. Please Adam, renounce your sinful ways and accept god."

For as long as Adam had known Cain, he had never seen him laugh sincerely, till that day. Cain laughed at Mathew, at that which Mathew held most dearly. And whether from shock or from agreeing with him, Adam laughed too.

"You heathens! How dare you laugh at God's will, at the very force that created you! At the well being of your very souls!"

The boys weren't even paying attention to Mathew's growing frustrations, they just laughed at him because they found it funny.

Neither of them saw the first blow coming. Cain was struck in the jaw with enough force to send stars through his vision, he fell on his back and felt the sturdy ground beneath him. Then the second fist came down on his nose, he heard a crunch and knew his nose was broken. Adam pushed Mathew away from Cain.

Cain sat up, and he was still laughing. He was still in shock, his only reaction was to continue on as he was. When the mixture of pain and anger finally sunk in he was still smiling. That smile haunted Adam for a week. Cain suddenly went ballistic, he jumped from a sitting position leaped onto Mathew and pinned him down with his legs. Mathew was too stunned to resist and fell down on his back, opening his eyes to watch the first punch. It connected with surprising force. The last thing Mathew saw before he lost consciousness was Cain's wide grin. Mathew was out from the first hit, but he woke up sometime close to the thirteenth. By now his face was a blooded mess and all that was visibly Mathew was a birthmark on the right side of his pasty white face, now darkened by the crimson blood. His eyes had swollen and the shallow crevasses there had filled with blood. Cain's fist came back for another punch but it stopped. Adam was holding back Cain's hand with both of his. Adam swiftly jerked back and pulled Cain off of Mathew.

Adam was shaking, Mathew was crying, Cain...Cain was laughing, and smiling, splattered blood plastered all over his face and long sleeve red and white stripped T-Shirt.

***

Cain looks back at Adam with hard, cold, eyes.

"Are you going to give me that bottle or wave it in front of me?" Cain asked, more of a statement to snap Adam out of what ever trance he was in then it was a question. Adam tossed Cain the full bottle, the alcohol sloshing around inside with difficulty in the confined environment.

"Cain...this weekend it's all going a head. My source, well now he's my other source, inside The Huntsmen gave me information on a big meet this weekend downtown. It's taking place in a safe house. Only the higher ups will be present, I want you to make sure John isn't there. Tell him last minute, don't give him a chance to tell the others. My informant won't be there either. They'll flee after the attack, virtually disbanding The Huntsmen. When that's done, we're going to round up the Lords of Vengeance."

Cain cracks the top on his bottle of Jack Daniel's; he swiftly takes a swig and puts the bottle down on the plain wooden coffee table in front of him.

"Stop pretending, you and I both know John is your informant."

Adam quickly snaps back at Cain "John is NOT my informant!"

"Then who is Adam? We used to keep it all out in the open, as soon as you got this inside man everything became need to know."

"That's because I had to make it that way, he wants no loose ends. You've had informants like that, and you know what happens to loud mouths that don't care."

Cain sighs reluctantly, he knows Adam is right. He'd even found informants in The Huntsmen that he hadn't told Adam about. And his informant had the same rules. That suddenly dawned on him.

"Mathew Parsons."

At this Adam's pointy ears shot up out of his head like a rabbits might at the sound of a cracking tree branch. His eyes widened.

"You mean to tell me..."

"We have the same fucking informant." Cain brushes back his hair. He starts to lean back, but swiftly swings forward to grab his bottle. Another large gulp of alcohol massaged his throat with tingling, dancing fires.

"If that's true how did we each get different things from him?"

Cain inhales deeply.

"Because we've been played Adam."

"Then that means the Huntsmen know about the sting. They'll have a trap set."

"But you can tell the Lords of Vengeance about the trap and either spring it prematurely or avoid it all together, exposing a leak. Which means they'll be looking for one, they could find John's trail."

"I'm not going to send anyone to their death Cain."

Cain slumps forward, he rubs his eyes vigorously with his free hand.

"I'm burnt out Adam, I can't think right. I need sleep before I can deal with this."

"Me too, mind if I crash here with you?"

Cain shrugs, too tired to care for making jokes about Adam's sexuality.

"You can break down on the couch if you want."

Cain stands slowly, walking with slow shuffled steps. He swigs back his bottle and chugs the rest.

"Oh, one more thing Adam."

"What's that Cain?"

"If you clog my drain with fur I'll put laxatives in your coffee."

Adam smiles a toothy grin. A small piece of some cooked meat stuck between one of his canines and an adjacent incisor. Cain doesn't notice the stray fragment of meat.

***

"Scream!"

A skinny black furred hand whips through the air, the back of it connects with the face of John. It is four thirty am and he's bleeding out of every orifice above the neck. Including the two new ones in his cheeks made from the sharpened pencil sticking into one side of his face, and tearing threw the other.

"Y-you don't..." John was trying desperately to catch his breath. "...I'm...h-hel...helping you."

The voice that responds is very angry, but female.

"Lying bastard! You've killed more anthros then any other man in the world! Now, tell me where the rest of your people are or I'll take out your eyes!" The black hand holds up a corkscrew. The room is dark, save for the single bright light shinning down on John. The floor is not visible through the mix of dried and fresh blood on the floor. John is clearly not the first man to have been in his predicament. Hands tied behind his back, body held upside down by his feet, tied to the ceiling. His head at the same level as the head of the woman torturing him.

"I will...b-but you have to hear my side of this first." The hand tightens around the corkscrew and another black feminine hand grabs the back of his head.

"Wait! Please! I prithee, listen!" The hand with holding the corkscrew stops.

"Thank you. I-I know you won't b-believe me, but I have to tell you...the truth. Since I became the leader of the huntsmen I have been doing everything I can to lower the number of people they kill, I can't stop them or they'll replace me with a more brutal leader. You have to let me go, or they will replace me and more people will die! I...I can't do it again, I can't hear them call me weak again! They'll...want proof I'm not soft. God, what did I do to you..."

John's eyes become distant. The hand on the back of his head slacks. Shock setting into the person who's been beating John.

"...and *sob* Jesus-s...Your sister, mother, brother..." John sobs uncontrollably. It takes him several seconds to calm down enough to speak again.

"The next big meet is this weekend, your people already know about it. I and one of your higher ups arranged it. All the big shots will be there, I was going to run to Mexico...escape before the meet."

The hand grabs john's hair and his torturer uses the other to slam the corkscrew into his eye. He screams a banshee's wail and thrashes around spasmodically, blood gushes from his eye.

"Despite what you think, I do believe you. But I know more then you think, John Deckard. I'll tell your brother you screamed like a bitch."

John stops screaming and thrashing. He shook but it was not as violent as it was before.

"I-It wasn't...his fault...we m-m-made him." A quick flash of bright light reflected of the shinny surface of a long blade as it cut through the air, decapitating John. Blood leaks out of his gaping neck at a steady pace.

"Cook him. We'll make an example of him."

***

Adam leaves Cain's house early in the morning, he was back at his own place within two hours. It was only eight in the morning.

Adam lives in an expensive house; it was his grandmother's house. When she got sick his parents had abandoned her, they cared more about work then they did for her. Adam took care of her during her last few months, during which time she secretly changed her will to give everything she had to Adam. It wasn't much money, and he was stricken with grief for several weeks, and still cried sometimes when he missed her. The house was the only thing he had left of her.

It is a two story house, fully furnished with antique furniture from the early sixties. The walls are a soft lavender; the carpet floor is a dark burgundy.

Adam turns and closes his door, then locks it. It's the last thing he remembers before blacking out.

***

When Adam wakes up, all he sees is blackness. He hears deep breathing that isn't his own. He smells someone nearby watching him. The last thing that Adam becomes consciously aware of is the feel of leather on his wrists and ankles. He feels his limbs in a spread eagle position, on top of a metal table that was at one point probably cold, but body heat had long warmed up. A position he wasn't entirely unfamiliar with, and had enjoyed previously, but this time was different.

"Good afternoon, Adam." A soft female voice spoke. The sound of lust on her voice is as thick as whip cream. He recognizes the voice, but couldn't place a name to it. Whoever it is, Adam knows her and she is disguising her voice to hide her identity.

"Mrrmph." Adam tries to speak, but the ball gag in his mouth stops him.

"Sorry, I can't have you yelling for help, now can I?"

The strange woman drags a claw up Adams leg, starting at his ankle and slowly working her way up the inside of his thigh. Now it was starting to turn into something more familiar.

"I want two things from you Adam. One of them is here." Another hand gingerly touches the side of Adam's face, then slowly drags down to his neck. It pulls away gingerly. "The other one...is here." The hand tracing the muscle of his inner thigh came up to cup his balls.

"I consider myself a professional, so let's take care of the business portion first."

Adam waits patiently for the ball gag to be removed. He feels the first hand displaced from his balls. Then he feels something unexpected. Leather on his neck. Before he has time to struggle the leather surrounds his neck and is pulled to a snug fit. He is allowed comfortable breathing, but he can feel the pressure of the leather on his neck. He then hears a click and feels a tug at the front of the leather.

"There you go. Your collar is attached and locked in place. You won't be able to take it off without the key. The leather on it is for style; underneath it is a half centimeter thick ribbon of stainless steel." The unknown woman drags her hands down Adams neck, he can feel her claws gingerly scraping the flesh under his fur.

"Now Adam, as I was saying before, I needed two things from you. The first was the collar, which was just so that you won't forget me. The second thing I need from you, is a child. And I'm damn well going to get it!"

He didn't have time to register the shock he felt from the statement before he could feel her naked body mounting him. But Adam was by no means a shy man. Cain often referred to him as "The dog that should have been neutered" due to his over abundance of sexual activity, and if getting kidnapped meant this kind of treatment all the time, he would make it easier to catch him.

Adam's "Kidnapper" began stroking the inside of his leg with a short tail, it was a swishing motion.

‘Maybe a dog...' He thinks

His mind quickly ran to other places when he felt her warm, moist folds grinding against his sheath. He arcs his back in response to the sensations. His member wasn't long in responding back to the girl. It pokes out of the sheath and grows with haste.

Obviously foreplay isn't this canine's thing. She immediately grabs hold and points it right where she wants it, then drives herself down on it with surprising force. She starts using her thigh muscles to pull herself up and push back down. She doesn't build to her pace; instead she bursts into it with ferocious speed. Adam tries to thrust back in the same rhythm, or at least with the same effort, but finds himself out matched by his partner and fails to keep the pace for more then a few seconds.

The sloshing sound of juices quickly fills the room. Adam feels his kidnapper's hands on his shoulders; she begins squeezing harder and harder. The dull claws start pushing into his skin. Adam doesn't try to hold back, pushing himself harder and faster. His knot builds at the base of his shaft. He hears the woman on top of him scream out in ecstasy and the claws drag up through his flesh, making long painful wounds that will take weeks to heal.

Finally, with vigor Adam had never witnessed before, she pushes herself down and over his knot. The sensations overwhelm his brain, and he explodes into her womb, filling her with every ounce of his fiery fluids.

It is several minutes before the girl speaks again, they are still tied together and neither of them can break it yet.

"When you soften and we are freed I will leave, one of my assistants will come take you away. They will put you back in your house."

The knot slowly melts away as she speaks, and Adam's member slowly recedes back into his sheath. The girl rolls off of him, and Adam hears a door open. He hears the girl leave and another person enters. Something sharp digs into his arm and he feels something being forced into his arm through it. It is not long before he falls asleep.

***

Adam wakes up early in the morning, the sun is barely rising of the mountains bordering the cities east side when he looks out the window. His left arm hurts and he can smell his own musk.

He awkwardly walks to his dresser and picks out some pants to wear. Today he picks out an old pair of blue jogging pants. He decides to call in sick today, his head is pounding and he can't remember anything after opening the door to his house. He pulls the pants up over his hips and straightens them.

As he walks past his mirror something catches his eye. He does a double take and notices a black leather collar on him, in the front the collar is locked onto his neck by a small silver padlock. He looks closer at it, and on the black leather in golden, Monotype Corsiva font, is the word "Mine".