Chapter One
#2 of The Roommate
It was obviously morning, because irritatingly bright rays of sunlight were forcing their way through the window and Xaver's alarm clock had gone off and was filling the whole bedroom with its noise. Xaver was already pissed off because it was Monday, and it was even worse that his alarm was rudely reminding him. He didn't even know why he owned the stupid thing in the first place. It had been a birthday present from his mother four years ago. He didn't want to go to work that day. Work was stupid. That was an immature way to describe it, but Xaver didn't care. He tried to think up a way he could try to stay home, but he was unable to form a single thought because the damn alarm was screaming into his ear. "Just shut the fuck up already." Xaver tiredly opened his eyes, groped around on his bedside table, and found the alarm, gripping it in his paw. Without giving any thought to what he was doing, he impulsively hurled the object at the wall as hard as he could. Since he didn't look to see where he was throwing the alarm clock, his aim was off and he completely missed the wall. Instead he hit the small, lightweight lamp that sat on his dresser and knocked it to the floor. "Shit!" Now fully awake, Xaver got out of bed to investigate what damage he had caused. The alarm clock was silent but unharmed, the stupid little son of a bitch; the lamp, however, was broken. Xaver didn't even bother to pick it up. He sighed and went into the kitchen to get something to eat. He had a feeling that he already knew how the day was going to turn out, judging from the incident that just occurred. Monday mornings were always the worst. He didn't even feel motivated to take a shower or anything. It didn't matter if he was dirty, since there was nobody he wanted to make a good impression on. He could probably come into work wearing no clothes at all and he doubted anyone would give him a second glance, if they noticed at all. Xaver wondered at how he had even managed to get a job at all. He supposed he could be considered antisocial. He simply didn't like others very much and chose not to mingle with them, and luckily most furs tended to leave him alone. Work was an especially social-phobic zone for him. He had a boring, ordinary job in an ordinary office, and his co-workers were mainly morons, assholes, and whores. His boss was an obnoxious bastard and Xaver avoided him as much as possible. As he looked through the kitchen to find some breakfast, he realized he had forgotten to go shopping yet again. How did he manage to forget? Every day was the same and it all blurred together, and he couldn't even remember when he had last gone to the store. After eating a small amount of his diminishing food supplies, Xaver got ready and left his apartment to get on the bus. He didn't have a car; he couldn't afford to own one and he wouldn't have much use for one anyway since he never went anywhere besides work. He almost wished he had a car though, because he soon discovered that it was not a good day to take the bus. The vehicle was crowded and noisy, exactly the type of environment that intimidated Xaver. He had already paid his bus fare and it would be a waste to get off and find other transportation, so he forced himself to make his way down the narrow aisle in search of an empty seat. Everyone looked menacing in some way. Xaver was always worried about someone stealing his wallet or kidnapping him or hurting him, and the only reason he didn't walk to work was because it was much more dangerous outside. He suffered from paranoia as well as being antisocial, and he knew that he had problems but did nothing to fix them. He managed to live through life without turning mentally crazy, so help wasn't really necessary. Somebody reached out and gave him a smack on the ass. "Sit down already!" Highly disturbed, Xaver quickly walked forward so the offensive fur couldn't touch him again. He hated being touched for any reason. Unfortunately, there were no open seats and he hastily sat down next to an elderly Collie who was staring out the window. Little old ladies were usually innocent and minded their own business, concerning themselves only with making sure they didn't leave the oven on. Xaver relaxed just slightly. He didn't think he had always been a mental wreck, but he knew that it had been an extremely long time since he had been mentally healthy. Things had always made a huge impression on him when he was a cub. Someone stole his bike one time and he lost trust in other people. After being beat up a couple of times, he became wary of physical contact. He had never been popular and he always thought his teachers were out to get him. He had been quite a stupid little boy who was far too impressionable, and it affected him later in life. The bus came to Xaver's stop and he got off, practically running so he wouldn't get smacked in the rear end again. In his haste to exit the vehicle, he tripped over someone's leg and fell painfully on his knees. Both embarrassed and angry with himself, he stood up and molded his face into a passive, slightly scowling expression to mask how stupid he felt. Xaver couldn't possibly get off the bus fast enough and was glad when he was finally outside. His morning was turning out to be bad so far but maybe things would improve once he started work. He had a simple, low-paying job that involved little interaction with his boss and co-workers. Surely nothing would go wrong. He realized that he had developed a headache during the last ten minutes and rubbed at his forehead, hoping to make the pain disappear. He entered his work building and headed for his cubicle as quickly as he could so he could sit down and take some aspirin. Finally being at work didn't make him feel any better about how his morning was starting out. He didn't enjoy his job, but he needed it to survive and knew he couldn't afford to miss a day no matter how lousy he felt. No more than five minutes passed when he heard pawsteps behind him. He had just gotten a painful paper cut and was in no mood for other people, so he refused to turn around to see who it was. After receiving a rough poke in the back, he was forced to look over his shoulder. He barely needed a glance to be able to recognize the black haired retriever who stood behind him. It was his boss, Hiro, and Xaver always connected Hiro with something unpleasant. Short, yet muscular, with a scowl on his maw on most occasions, Hiro was the type of fur who was both attractive and dangerous. Or at least that was how Hiro attempted to appear. Xaver had never liked his boss from the beginning and resented being bossed around by an angry midget. "What do you want?" Xaver asked, not bothering to be polite. Why should he be nice when he was having a bad day? "That's no way to talk to your boss," Hiro replied. "It doesn't really matter though, because this is one of the last times you'll be talking to me." "Why? Are you diagnosed with cancer or something and don't have long to live?" Hiro laughed. "You wish. No, I'm not dying, which means I can beat your pathetic ass if you make one more disrespectful remark." Xaver nodded his head and shut his mouth. He wished Hiro would just hurry up and get to the point already. The short dog began talking again, and Xaver soon wished that he hadn't. "It's getting harder to pay all of the workers I have and I need to lay some people off. You don't do much, Xaver, and aren't very important, so you won't be much of a loss. You have a week left and then you're out of here." Xaver felt like he had just been kicked in the balls by someone wearing combat boots that had caught on fire. "What? You can't get rid of me, you little son of a bitch!" "I can and I will," Hiro growled. "You can't speak to me that way. Even though I'm dismissing you, I still have authority over you for the time being." Xaver was absolutely furious and felt more emotional than he had in months. "I can't lose my job! I'll end up on the streets and get robbed or stabbed to death or run over by a car! I'm not really as incompetent as you think, even though you say I'm not important. Why can't you lay off somebody like Kyle? He's a whore and never does anything!" The smaller fur smirked. "Kyle does plenty and I wouldn't dream of firing him. Don't argue with me, Xaver. Just shut your damn mouth and find some other place to work." That command didn't sound too difficult, but Xaver knew he wouldn't be able to get a new job easily. He hated changes. He had become completely accustomed to working at his current job and the thought of changing everything made him uncomfortable. "Can't I find some way to change your mind?" he asked. "If I can convince you of a reason to keep me, will you let me stay?" A wicked little smile formed on Hiro's maw. "Maybe if you give me a blowjob. It's a definite yes if you agree to fuck me." Xaver gaped at him. "You've got to be kidding me." "Am not." Hiro reached down and unzipped his pants. "Just one session in my office and I'll keep you for another month." Xaver hated touching others as much as he hated being touched, and he glared at his boss. "I'm sure that will work with some of your other employees, but I'm not a male prostitute. And I don't want to keep my job for just a pathetic month. I want it permanently, and I get to have all week to change your mind." "You're a defiant bastard," Hiro mused. "And all this time I thought you were nothing more than a quiet pushover." "Exactly. You don't know me at all, so you have no right to judge me so quickly." The smaller fur shrugged. "I still don't see any good reason to keep you. If you end up on the streets and starve, then it's not my problem." Without another word, he zipped his pants up and walked away. Xaver was tempted to throw something at his retreating back, but he knew that would get him fired for sure. "Fuck," he cursed to himself, pounding his paw on his desk. "Son of a bitch!" What was he going to do if he lost his job? Getting employment the first time had been hard enough and he didn't want to go through that again. Hiro was nothing more than a mean little asshole and Xaver didn't feel like working hard for him, even if extra hard work earned him the right to keep his job. Maybe if he was lucky, Hiro would get mad at somebody else and forget about him. No matter how he looked at it though, his situation seemed screwed. Wishing a curse upon every short fur named Hiro in the universe, Xaver sighed and unenthusiastically got back to work. - - - Hiro walked back to his office and tried to decide what should be done about Xaver. It was best if he got rid of an employee who talked back, but on the other hand, letting Xaver stay could be amusing. Xaver had refused to perform any sexual favors, but Hiro could come up with something else even more humiliating. If Xaver was desperate to keep his job, then surely he would do almost anything. Hiro just had to think up something really good. He walked past the secretary's desk, briefly wondered why no one was sitting behind it, and kept walking on. Suddenly he felt somebody come up behind him and wrap their arms around his waist. "I've been so bored, Hiro. I haven't gotten any phone calls all day!" Hiro tilted his head to look up at the tall, wolf who stood behind him. "Kyle, it's morning and work has barely started. Of course no one has called. I swear you have fucking A.D.D." "But you still think I'm sexy anyway!" Hiro pulled away from the other canines arms and sighed. "Yeah, you're damn sexy." He looked Kyle over and admired the secretary's outfit, which consisted of a shirt, a tie, and a very short skirt. His pants always felt like they were getting tighter whenever he looked at the taller dog. Kyle took his boss by the paw. "It was lonely all weekend. I miss your office." Hiro had fallen prey to Kyle's charms long ago, drawn to both his physical appearance and his personality. Kyle was quite a loose fur and had sex with more than one of his co-workers, but he always came to Hiro more than to anybody else, enjoying something about his short boss that other males just didn't have. That morning, however, Hiro couldn't spare any time for his secretary. He released Kyle's paw. "Not now, Kyle. I've got other things to worry about, like firing people." Kyle pouted. "You never have time for me when I want you the most." Hiro quickly looked away so he could resist Kyle's sexy pout. "I'll spend time with you after I've got business sorted out. Isn't there anyone else around who can amuse you?" "Not really," the other dog replied, still wearing a pathetic expression. "The new guy won't talk to me, no matter how many times I try to have a conversation with him. I just want to smack his pretty little face." "Maybe he just doesn't like you, Kyle. You're a pain in the ass sometimes." Hiro glanced at his watch. "Go find something to do and quit harassing me." "I'm sure you have time for just a little bit of fun." Kyle wrapped himself around Hiro again and reached for the zipper of the shorter fur's pants. He unzipped it and reached inside, and once he found a certain organ, he put his fingers around it and started massaging. "I know you haven't had a good handjob in days, Hiro." Hiro let out a grunt of arousal and unconsciously thrust against Kyle's paw. "This isn't fair... I've got work to do, you ho!" "If I'm a ho, then you're my pimp," Kyle replied, smiling. "And that means I have to please you." He placed his free paw on Hiro's hip in an attempt to keep it still and kept on steadily touching the other man. Hiro's cock soon became hard in his paw and he delightedly ran his fingers up the length of it, giving the head a gentle squeeze. Hiro gave up on arguing and stood there and enjoyed the pleasurable treatment the taller fur gave him. He had known from the beginning that he shouldn't be having sexual relations with an employee, but Kyle was too hard to resist. Every time Hiro tried to abstain from doing naughty things with his secretary, he found it impossible to do because Kyle just wouldn't leave him alone. Hiro always ended up giving in to the tall wolf. "I ought to give you a pay raise for this," he murmured. His breath came hard and he shut his eyes in rapture. Kyle's paw knew exactly which spots gave him the most pleasure and he applied just the right amounts of pressure in those places. With plenty of practice, Kyle was an expert. Kyle was satisfied with himself. He always knew how to calm Hiro down and take his mind off work. He shifted the position of his fingers and fondled first one of Hiro's balls, and then the other. The short dog jerked his hips forward almost desperately and then finally ejaculated into Kyle's paw. "Feel better?" Kyle asked. He drew his paw out of Hiro's pants and wiped the fluid off of it with a tissue he found in his pocket. The smaller dog nodded and took deep gulps of air. "Yeah." He zipped his pants up and noticed a small wet stain that was visible on the front. "Shit. But now I have to change my pants." He always had a spare change of clothes in his office, just in case of such moments. With Kyle working for him, he found himself needing to change his clothes quite often. He really did feel better though. He smiled and gave Kyle's ass a light smack. "I'll see you later." He left the secretary behind and entered his office, where he immediately stripped off his pants and put on new ones. Now with everything taken care of, he was ready to concentrate and focus his mind back on work. First there was the issue with Xaver. Should Hiro just simply fire the cat, or hold onto him for a price? If he let Xaver stay, then what would he make his employee do in exchange? Hiro spent the next several minutes sitting in solitude, filling his head up with ideas and then sorting through them. Some of the crazy things he came up with were far-fetched and unrealistic, and a couple of them were just a bit too mean. He did have a few good possible solutions though and only had to decide which would be the best and would give him the most entertainment. At last he yawned widely and stood up. So much thinking was wearing him out and he needed a break. Lunchtime was still far away, but he was the boss and could eat whenever the hell he wanted, so he left his office in search of refreshments. He passed by the secretary desk again, where Kyle was sitting with his head down upon his arms, apparently sleeping away his boredom. Hiro knew he should wake the wolf, but Kyle just looked too cute when he slept. Hiro laughed to himself and walked on. He didn't see many furs after that, until he came across the most easily visible fur in the entire building. The fur had grey hair with black streaks in it, and his antlers seemed to shine and sparkle in the lighting, making him impossible to miss, and was idly standing against a counter. He was holding an aluminum can and had put a paper cup holder over it, making it impossible to see what the can looked like. He didn't see Hiro and took a sip from his drink. "Get back to work, Oscuro," Hiro ordered once he got close to the other man. "You're always slacking off. What are you doing?" "Drinking soda," Oscuro replied casually. He ignored the shorter fur and took another sip. Hiro snatched the can out of Oscuro's hand and ripped the paper off of it. "You are not. Damn it, you know you're not allowed to drink alcohol at work so don't think you can get away with finding a way around the rules." "I wouldn't talk, Hiro," Oscuro replied. "You sleep with your secretary and that's a million times worse." Hiro felt his face grow warm. "Not so loud. You don't need to advertise it to the entire office." Oscuro took advantage of Hiro's slight embarrassment and snatched his beer can back. Being considerably taller than Hiro, he was able to hold it out of the other fur's reach. "Fuck you," Hiro growled. "You can have your stupid beer, but go back to work before I fire you." The grey-haired deer shrugged. "Whatever, Hiro." He retrieved his cup holder, concealed his can with it once more, and walked off. Hiro sighed. The only reason he didn't fire Oscuro was because he was good at his job when he chose to stop playing around and do something productive. That didn't change the fact that he was the most annoying fur in the building. He drove Hiro crazy sometimes. And that was when Hiro suddenly got his idea. * * *
My co-writer and muse is my good friend Kisa.