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Alrighty than! Here's the last part of my short story, "Love Lockdown." Before I start I must remind you all that this story is m/m related and is not intended for anyone under the age 18. I must also ask that you do not plagiarize this work or any of its past works. Hope you enjoy!

Love Lockdown

Chapter 12: The Surprise and the Surprised

I didn't know what time it was when I awoke the next morning. I figured it was early, maybe 6 a.m. or so, since the guards hadn't woke us up yet for breakfast. I had my face buried deep into Tristan's chest when I suddenly remembered all that had happened last night, and how I was no longer a virgin. It wasn't a bad feeling, like some would say, but an extraordinarily good feeling, because I knew I had given it up to a person I loved dearly. I shifted my naked body a little, to pull myself closer to Tristan, and I accidently woke him up in the process.

"mmmfff......good morning love." He murmured to me.

No matter how many times he called me that, I still felt an amazing jolt of happiness every time he said it.

"Good morning to you too." I looked up at him, giving him a small smile.

"So what did you think of last night?" He asked, returning the smile. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and touched my muzzle to his.

"It was amazing, Tristan. I had never felt such love for someone than I did last night, with you. Can't wait to have to experience the whole thing again."

Tristan suddenly got on top of me and ran his paw through my fur chest.

"Well, I'm not really in the mood for something of THAT magnitude, but how 'bout another shower scene?" My cock suddenly pulsed with blood pumping and quickly jumped out of it's sheath.

"Sure, jailman. Take my cock and do what you want with it." I was getting even hornier by the fact of roleplaying. He would be the big jailman trying to rape me, and I would be the helpless prisoner engulfed in his sex trap.

"Ohohoho...so your just giving it to me? How very kind of you. I usually have to do a little pursuading..." And Tristan quickly grabbed my left hand with his right and pushed it against the wall, while getting close enough to my muzzle to kiss me violently and passionately.

His tongue was forced into my mouth, going everywhere it could, licking all of the inner saliva I had. I tried to force mine in too, but before I could he had already pushed away and left a trace of spit between my muzzle and his, getting all over my chest and abs.

"Oh, please, jailman, just take it already. I can't wait any longer." And I couldn't. My dick was throbbing wildly, just waiting for relief.

"You took the words right out of my mouth." He said. And I hope I did, because than there would be more room for my cock.

He slowly licked and kissed my neck, just like he did before, and slid down from my chest to my abs to the tip of my pulsating cock. He grabbed it with his right hand, releasing his grasp on my left, and licked the tip teasingly. He looked up at me while doing so and gave me a sly look.

"Oh, COME ON!" I said, a little more forcefully than intended.

"With pleasure." And with that, he jammed my dick into his mouth, sucking it wildly.

I couldn't believe how good it felt. His tongue searching for pre cum all around my cock, his movements around my shaft, it all felt amazing and orgasmic. He went slow for awhile, than started up fast. He shifted up and down with my dick to about the point of my climax. Than just before I was about to shoot....

"Argh...give it a rest, ladies! We have some good news for ya."

"YELP!"

"YELP"

Me and Tristan both yelped at seeing the staring furry guard. At first glance I took the covers to hide my nude, while Tristan quickly grabbed his boxers from the ground to cover his erection. I never knew what it felt to be cock-blocked. Now I know. And I don't like it.

The guard took some keys from his pocket and unlocked our cell door to step inside. He looked cautious, though he had no reason to be. He had a folder in his hand.

"John R. Smith, you are hearby let go from the Los Angeles City Jail and free to go." My jaw dropped, and so did my erection.

"...What?" I said, still not believing what I had just heard.

"It's exactly what I said. Your free to leave the jail. Apparently some guy came in today, saying you didn't actually have anything to do with those drugs we found you with. He's getting 100 hours of community service since he confessed, but your a free furry."

I still did not know what to feel about the situation. I mean, I don't have to stay in jail with a bunch of goons anymore, but I also can't see the love of my life now. I looked at Tristan as he was staring at me now. He looked sad, but had a smile on his face.

"Well, just be sure to visit-" He said. But before he could say anything I quickly jumped into his arms and hugged him deeply. I than kissed him as passionately as I could, not caring if the guard saw or not.

"I'll visit everyday, for as long as I can. I love you, and I'm not letting anything like this change our feelings for each other."

He smiled broader and gave me a kiss of his own.

"Umm, that won't be nessecary." The guard said suddenly.

We both looked at him at that moment.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"It says here not only is John R. Smith being released from The L.A. City jail, but also Tristan O. Welch."

I yelped with joy as I grabbed Tristan again and held him as hard as I could. I couldn't believe it. I was going to be able to spend the rest of my life with the love of my life, and not behind bars! I looked up to welcome Tristan with the broadest smile, but was returned with a strange look on Tristan's face. I was so ecstatic, I couldn't really make up a name for his expression. Fear?

"How?!" Tristan asked, sounding worried.

"It says here that a young raccoon furry analyzed the body of the furry that we believed you had killed. He soon found out that the fingerprints left on the furry's neck were not yours, but someone else's. A furry named Song E. Wu. We had never tried to analyze the body, since you had given us a clear confession that you had done it. We have already located Song and he is on his way here to the jail. You and John can pack your things and leave the premises as soon as your ready."

Chapter 13: The Return

I drove along the highway in my truck as I took Tristan and I back to my one-bedroom two-bath apartment. I was so excited to be back in my own car, back to my job, back to my old life before jail. Only this time it will have something a little extra: Tristan. As I drove further away from the jail I couldn't help but notice a weird vibe coming from Tristan. Instead of being happy that we were both out of that dark, infested, shadow of a place they call jail, he seemed jittery and worried about something.

"Hey, Tristan? Are you okay?" I asked him.

It took him a while to answer.

"Hm? Oh, umm....yea...I'm fine..." He stared out the window.

"Oh, come on, Tristan. I know somethings up. You know you can tell me anything right?" I said to him.

"Yea, but......"

"Tristan, it's alright. Whatever it is, I'm sure we can work it out."

".....Okay....well, you know Song-" I cut him off.

"Oh Tristan! We're here!"

I pulled into my apartment complex and strolled down to no. 5 apartment. The apartment complex I had was very nice and well put together. I jumped out of the car and grabbed all of mine and Tristan's bags.

"My room has a view of the lake, and a tennis court right beside it! It cost a little extra to get all that, but it's well worth it I tell ya." I said to Tristan, who slowly got out of the car to take a look at his new home.

"It looks very...homey" Tristan said, still sounding a little off-putting.

I unlocked the front door to let him in. I set the bags in the bedroom right next to the bed while getting back in touch with my usual surroundings. My apartment looked more clean than it usually was. Than I remembered that mom liked to keep the place nice when I was gone, just in case I brought a girl home. She would also keep the refrigerator stocked with unexpired products, which was one of the things I said I could do on my own but she did anyway. It was about 7 p.m. when we got settled back into my space and sat down on the couch to watch some tv. I than remembered Tristan's dilemma.

"Oh! You needed to tell me something didn't you, love?' I wrapped my arms around his shoulders again to lighten his still worried spirits.

"Yea....well, you see-" BEEP! BEEP! My pager just went off. It was from the hospital.

"Shit. I guess the hospital got wind of my return. Sorry, sweetie, I can't ignore patients-" Tristan than grabbed me close again so I couldn't leave.

"No! No, you can't leave me here alone, John!" He than put his face on my shoulder and almost started to cry from hysteria.

"Tristan! What's gotten into you? Before I leave tell me what's been bothering you." I told him.

"But John, that's just the thing! You can't leave me here! Song....Song is-"

"In prison right now, right?" I said.

"But John that's just the thing! I didn't wanna tell you this before, but now I don't think I have a choice. Song....is not right in the head anymore. When his mom passed away he started to lose it, and became dependent on me to make him happy. If he was away from me for more than 5 minutes, he would go ballistic. The drugs helped a bit, but he they couldn't hide his obsession with me. I knew what was happening to him, but I couldn't do anything about it. He....wouldn't let me leave." He started bawling into my chest.

"After he confessed what he had done to the dealer I saw my way out of his clutches. At that point I thought even jail was better than staying together with him. He agreed with my proposal and I was free. But now, I'm out and he's in, but John, he's psycho! How long do you think they can keep him in that jail before he breaks out?! And than when he breaks out, he'll come for me. Than, he might get to you too and-"

"TRISTAN! Keep it together! Song will never leave that jail and he'll never find us! And even if he did I'de never let him have you! You are everything to me now and I'll do anything in my power to keep you safe." I tried to pull him together. I had never seen Tristan so terrified....it made me depressed to think of him like that. I held him in my arms for a little while longer.

"Tristan, I have to go. The only reason you can't go with me is because they don't allow visitors this late at night. Keep the doors locked, the windows shut, and in the morning we'll sort this whole thing out and make sure the security for Song is doubled. He does not leave that prison." I than left Tristan on the couch and shut the door, watching his eyes trace me as I drove away.

Chapter 14: The Capture, the Search, and the Destroy

I had to pull an all-nighter at the hospital. I figured I'de make it up to Tristan and buy him the treats he mentioned he liked at the jail. I soon got home with the bag of treats and opened the door ever so dramatically to extend my coming.

"IIIIIIIIIII"MMMMMMM BACK, Tristan! And I got the those-" Tristan was nowhere to be found. I looked in the bedroom, in the bathroom, even the closet. Tristan wasn't home. I looked around for any signs of a note saying his leaving and when he'd be back, but nothing was found. Than, on the nightstand next to the bed, I found a scrap piece of paper with something scribbled on it.

"I have him."

Those three words made me throw up instantly and made me even more sick to my stomach as they played back in my head. How could this have happened....Tristan warned me.....and i didn't listen. I started to cry. I felt like dying. My heart felt like it suddenly was ripped to shreds by barbed wire. I knew all of my crys for Tristan were futile, though I screamed his name hundreds of times anyway.

After a few minutes I pulled myself together. More now than ever Tristan needed me, and I couldn't just sit here and feel sorry for myself. I looked around the nightstand for any other signs or messages. Nothing. I knew my only option to knowing anything about where they were was to go back to the jail and see when Song had escaped.

I got to the jail in about 30 minutes. It usually takes about an hour, though I had no time to lose. I quickly stormed through the people and news reporters, claiming Song's escape. I tried to talk to some of the policeman to see when he had escaped, but no one would help me. I almost was about to give up when I heard an old man talking to a reporter.

"No! I will not give you any information about Song! He is my son and his personal affairs will be kept from media pricks like you!"

I saw it was a snow leopard furry, looking about 52 or so. I stormed through the crowd to get close to him.

"Mr. Wu! I need to talk to you!" He turned to face me.

"And what is it you want from me, you news reporter jackass?"

"No, sir, you misunderstand! I know Tristan, and he's in trouble!" He quickly ran up to me, at blinding speed. I was so surprised i almost pissed myself.

"You know Tristan?! How?" I quickly ran through the highlights of my time with Tristan and all he had told me.

"Wow, boy. Seems to me your making him mighty happy." He said, with a grin. I did not return it.

"Please sir! I need to know if Song said anything to you about this whole mess or anything that might give me any clues to where he took him!"

"Well, there was one thing......It happened maybe last night, at about 3 a.m. I got a call from Song, and was surprised that I did knowing he should have been in jail by than. He didn't answer any of my questions, he only said, he's going back to where it all began. I didn't know what it meant, but maybe you can figure it out."

To where it all began....to where it all began.....I kept running that in my head. To where it all began.....where.......where he first met Tristan!

"Quick sir! What is the address of your old house?! The one Tristan and Song grew up in!"

"Oh, the old burnt house. It's on 5th Street, on the corner of Jackson Avenue. IT'S THE BIG HOUSE WITH WHITE SHINGLES! YOU CAN'T MISS IT!" He had to yell the last part out to me, because I was already running back to my car, on my way to rescuing Tristan.

I raced to 5th street, though when I got there I tried my best not to stand out. The street was partially empty, since the neighborhood seemed to have been cleared out of most it's recipients a while ago. I slowed down to the house with the white shingles and burnt marks on the side of it. There was only one car parked in the driveway, and no signs of life coming from the house at all. I slowly walked up to the basement door to check if it was unlocked. It was. I slowly opened it to see one light turned on, shining down on a furry trapped in a chair, looking like he had been beat up a little. It was Tristan. I tried not to make any noise as i slowly shifted to where he was sitting and tried to undo the knots in his hands with my teeth. He had kept his head down but when he noticed me he suddenly lifted it to give me a scared look.

"John! You have to leave here! This is exactly what he wants you to do! Leave before he notices your here! Please!!!" He whispered to me. But before I could do anything or say anything my face got hit by what I believed to be a paw, and than, darkness.

I awoke in the same predicament as Tristan, and it looks as though I had been beat while I was down. My whole body ached, and I could barely get the power to lift my head to stare at an enormous snow leopard standing in front of me. He had muscles on his muscles, and his fur was the richest you would ever see. There was no flaw to him, except for his eyes, which seemed swollen. His tail was long and swift to the eye, and you could clearly see his fangs through his mouth.

"Well, look who decided to wake up. It's your new lover Tristan. Let's see if we can put him back to sleep." And he took another sucker punch at me.

"STOP! You don't want him! Let him go! You want me!" I heard Tristan screaming.

"Oh yes Tristan, I do want you. But I couldn't stop hearing you mutter that ugly name while you were here. What was it, John? You seem to have taking a big liking to this retriever, haven't you? Even though you knew I loved you, you just had to go and fuck things up for me, like you always do." He punched me again and this time it was strong enough that it threw my chair to the ground.

"NO! I still love you Song! I always have! Just leave him alone, he's not a part of this! I'm the one you want!" Tristan crying in terror. I saws Song body shift to Tristan with the little vision I had on the floor. I heard Song loosen up Tristan's knots and eventually set him free.

"Alright Tristan, I'll leave him alone. But I'll also leave you to deal with him." And I heard a gun load.

"You love me, don't you Tristan? Well than, prove it. Shoot that damn mutt on the floor and we can go back to the way things were. When we were happy."

"Tristan...." I cried in despair.

"SHUT UP YOU LITTLE SHIT!" Song screamed as he kicked me in the gut. When he did he flipped me over so I could now see all of what was going on.

"STOP IT!" Tristan screamed.

"THAN DO IT! SHOOT HIM!" Song screamed back.

I looked at Tristan with tear filled eyes, as he did me. He slowly raised the gun towards me.

"Yes...that's right, Tristan....kill him, just like you killed that drug dealer, hehe." Song snickered.

Tristan's aimed the gun for my head. It was over. Only thing left to do was die. I waited for death to come as I closed my eyes.

WHACK!

Death did not come. Instead a big whack sound erupted from in between where Song and Tristan were standing, and I soon realized Tristan had hit Song in the face with the back of the gun, causing him to fall down. Tristan was now holding the gun to Song.

"No. I won't become the same monster you turned into. I'm ending this right now. Goodbye Song." Song was quivering and shaking.

"T-Tristan....what are you talking about.....don't you love me....don't you remember all the good times we had together....all the things we went through...." Tristan was hesitating, and not noticing that Song was getting up more every second.

"Don't you remember those long summer days, when we would just look up at the clouds, and imagine a better world? That night when you lost your virginity to me....don't you remember-"

"TRISTAN! SNAP OUT OF IT!!"

BUt it was too late. Song had already gotten up and quick-punched Tristan to the ground. Tristan lost the gun in the process, and Song picked it up with no hesitation. He aimed it at Tristan.

"We could have went back to those days, Tristan. We could have been together forever. But it's come to this. I'm sorry."

"TTTTRRRRIIIISSSTTTAAAANNN!!!!!!!!!"

BANG!

Chapter 15: The End

I couldn't look. I couldn't take it. I wasn't even sure if I would believe it. He couldn't be dead. Tristan couldn't be dead. He was my one true love, and my only love. I knew I would have to face it at some point, so I pushed back the tears and tried to open me eyes. Tristan was alive.

I didn't understand it, but I didn't care. The only thing I cared about was that Tristan was okay, and he was. I than looked up to Song, and soon saw where the bang came from. Song had been shot. Blood coming from his chest, he fell to the ground, dead. When he did I saw where the shot came from. Mr. Wu was standing behind him.

"MR.WU!!"

"MR.WU!!" Tristan and I both exclaimed.

"Hello, boys. Looks like you could use some help."

After I was freed and the cops came to inspect everything, we sat down to talk to Mr. Wu.

"How did you know where he was keeping me?" Tristan asked.

"John figured the whole thing out. I just followed him." Mr. Wu said, with a chuckle.

"We're both very happy that you came when you did, Mr.Wu. If you wouldn't have, we both probably would have been dead by Song's doing. I'm sorry that you had to do something like that to your own son." I said, with a sorry look.

"Song put this whole thing upon himself. I loved him, and still do, though I knew what had to be done. There was nothing I could do for him. The important thing is you two are both safe and now can live in peace." I looked at Tristan as I found him looking at me.

We both smiled at each other, like we always did. But this time, it felt different. It was a smile that said, "I'm going to be with you forever." And I honestly felt that was true.

"I love you Tristan." I said.

"I love you too, John." He said back.

And we both embraced ourselves in a love bind while we kissed each other with all our mights.

"(sighs)......Boys will be boys." Mr. Wu chuckled.