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Dirty Laundry

Chapter Three

By Roofles

Weeks before Logan had ever met Sloan or worked as an intern in Inc. Co. the human had a very different kind of job. He wasn’t the one bringing coffee to people; he was the guy someone brought coffee for.

Near the town hall, around the corner and down the street was the police headquarters of city. It was a tall multistory brick building that had been built several years before any of the surrounding buildings had even blueprints for them. The age and wear showed on the outside. The bricks needing a good power wash to get the grime from the nearby sea off, the window panes were decrypted and it was a wonder the building itself hadn’t been condemned over the years.

And it was where Logan actually worked at.

Logan was a tall guy. Nearly Six Three in height, pushing over two hundred pounds thanks to the gym the police station had on one of the lower floors; he was a strong guy in need of a shave as he pushed the front doors open walking inside. He held his head up, his trimmed hairline barely reaching his ears as Logan Smith began another day at the “office.”

The human parked his Chevy Impala around back before heading inside with a tray of coffee for his coworkers and a box of donuts under his other arm. Unaware within the month he’d be doing that for a living; just trying to do a nice thing in the early morning day.

It was Monday and thus his turn to bring in the coffee.

A big case had fallen on their lap and the months spent setting up against The Elysium Family, also known simply as The Pack, up on the hills had gone up in smoke overnight. Literally. No one in the office had seen the attack coming. The police force having been working over the past several years to build a case against them only for all their hard work to go up in that thick, black smoke that blanketed the hills that night.

The infighting between the gang had stirred the entire city to life in a frenzy. Seeking blood for blood. It had been the pushing point causing several violent riots to break out down town. The killing of a local herbivore, a man with a record Logan knew, was the start of all of it.

Micheal P. Snorter had several charges against him for battery and assault on his ex (different occasions) as well as several charges for drunken misconduct; the city had portrayed the pig as if he were a misunderstood herbivore, just trying to go about his day to day life. Logan had actually gotten a good laugh after reading what happened to the son of a bitch.

The jails were full as it was, the cities prison on the outskirt of town could barely hold everyone in it. Some fucker like Mr. Snorter would just continuously slip through the systems revolving door. Continuously causing troubles for honest, hard working citizens.

“I’d like to thank the man, or woman, who ever did that…” Logan had just said putting the paper down after and forgetting all about it. However, he was one of the few who could just up and forget it.

The media swarmed the police station demanding answers about the attack. The chief, a rather large grizzled Saint Bernard stepped up front of the gathered crowd outside, standing at the podium set up to address each and every answer. That took the entire day and still the rats in the media wanted more.

They hounded the dog. They berated him with questions and demanded answers. They were unrelenting in their pursuit to cast blame on the police force. On the police chief to create an even bigger stir within the city. Mixing the melting pot of Seattle in order to sow as much discourse as they could; all the better for the ratings after all.

One even had the gull to ask if such a thing would’ve happened if the police chief was a “human.” It was left open ended and the question was ignored. That only seemed to get the reaction they were hoping for, creating one story after another about it. About this dog that was “supposed to be protecting the city.”

Even months later, there were still a couple of rats poking around. Literally.

“Still?” Logan almost laughed if he wasn’t so annoyed by it all as he set down the tray of coffee and donuts next to it. One of the top members of the media, a notorious rather fat rat by the name of Vinnie Westco, was being escorted out of the building.

“What are you hiding!” He damned to know with a rather gruff looking pitbull escorting him out. The canine wasn’t gentle and more than once the rat called him out for it. “Do any of you see this? Police brutality!” The rat continued as every officer simply looked away, Logan included.

Police officers always watch out for their own.

The rat was still shouting for answers holding up his recording and threatening any of the cops to lay a single finger on him. Daring them to violate his “Civil rights” and “Expression of free speech.” All while being manhandled and escorted out. The rat’s pleas, even recorded, wouldn’t hold up they knew. Unless he had video evidence for it, no judge would take it.

There was enough hell going on without taking in each and every case that dropped on their desk.

It was hard to hold up bruises in court for those covered in fur. Those with scales were even harder too. Unless you were a human, most cases were tossed out of any courtroom. It was just another line of defense created to keep the divide between “us and them.” It worked to their disadvantage, leaving several groups to create their own form of justice.

It was one reason why gangs were so prevalent in the city. If the law wasn’t going to protect you, you needed those who would. And only “your own kind” would; a common saying used to bring in the younger youths to join up with the gangs.

“He really doesn’t get it.” A cougar dressed in the dark blue of the police force said from behind the desk, lowering the newspaper down to see who it was. The feline’s smile was a rare chance encounter and Logan was one of the very few who got to see it. “For me? You shouldn’t have.” The feline was already reaching for the box of donuts Logan had brought in.

“Go ahead.” Logan just shrugged. “If you eat them all, you got to deal with the chief.” The human just warned as he snagged a coffee for himself and heading into the back. He didn’t like sweet things and tried to watch his diet.

Being a human meant he had his own troubles to put up with. One of which was clear right there in the front room of the station. The cougar, although heavyweight and hadn’t seen a gym in some time was still on even footing with the human walking by him. If the two got into a fight, Logan wouldn’t have much of an advantage even with hitting the gym several times a week to stay in shape.

And people wondered why humans felt so inferior…

There was a reason why Robert was up front. The cougar kept up the strong appearance the police force like to put on airs for. There was always one of the carnivores up front; what few were aloud in the department outside a jail cell that is. The police force consisted primarily of humans and canines above all else.

Robert buzzed Logan into the back without looking, the cougar focusing on which cream filled donut he wanted to stuff his face with. Over the years, the once very fit healthy feline had gained some substantial amount of weight. Logan was partially to blame, always bringing sweets in during the start of a big cases.

After what happened to the docks and up in the hills, he knew another big case was going to land in their lap. Logan hadn’t been involved with either, doing a stake out at a night club down town. It belonged to one of The Pack members in question. Run by a bat shit crazy wolf by the code name Diamond; just another snorted up, tweaky junky as far as Logan could tell. Sampling her own product.

A big taboo for any well run gang. Practically a requirement for those trying to run that kind of business; keep the samples out of the gang’s hands and in the clients, otherwise there wasn’t any profit. Logan had even acquired some of the sample for analysis during his work. Being a wannabe Alpha, Diamond clearly was trying to take more and more turf for herself. Logan had figured it would be the actual Alpha to step in to put her in her place.

The human had been hoping for that. Planning to catch both in the web he’d laid out. It had been a taxing job, pushing the human to the point of breaking… it would’ve been worth it to catch both in the net however, taking down The Pack in such a way would’ve been news worthy!

Only for the whole group to leave one night on a run... Logan’s job wasn’t to tail after them, calling it in and staying near their den until they came back. The whole thing had set him on edge and was almost relieved to see them come back. Almost.

Logan did his job well enough, going up and beyond his requirements at times. Still, sure enough, he was being yelled at the second he walked in the room.

“Logan! My office! Now!” The door slammed behind the chief making everyone else look over at the human who still needed to get into uniform. Logan had been heading towards the back room where the showers were at and where the unisex locker room was for changing.

There were snickering, teasing from his coworkers as Logan groaned into the palm of his hand wanting to take at least ten minutes to clock in properly before getting yelled at. Or at least get a chance to finish his coffee. At least he was on hours this time.

“Need me to tag along?” Hugo offered. The German Shepherd was always friendly with Logan. The two partnering up more than once over the years. Logan appreciated his concerns but wished the canine would keep at an arm’s length.

The German Shepherd was a tall guy. Most of them were… even with the human breaking six foot, most canine Americans were taller than humans. That was just a general biological fact. Logan figured it was because of their funky feet, walking on their tip toes; add boots or shoes into the mix and that only added to their height.

Hugo was a good looking dog, even Logan had to admit. He had the classic German Shepherd markings on his face and body, Logan seeing him more than once naked in the locker room. He was fit, thick and went to the gym just as often as Logan did. And it showed.

Hugo, like most canine-sapiens, had a strange need to stand just a couple inches too close for comfort. The German Shepherd not being an exception to this rule as Logan soon enough got a hugging nuzzle of a hug. Something Logan didn’t appreciate as the canine pushed his snout against the side of his face, nuzzling against him in an otherwise bro hug.

“Only if I can use you as a dog shield.” Logan just gave him a pleading look before laughing it off. “Nah, I got this.” Logan waved him of, turning as he did so and let Hugo’s arm slip off his shoulder. The action was something the human found himself doing often with… them. Shrugging off an arm or hand, trying not to be rude about it but not wanting to be so close either.

Logan stopped himself from dusting his shoulder off; not wanting to offend the canine. Even if he didn’t understand their desire for such close intimacy, the human tolerated Hugo because he liked him. Unlike most the other animals in this city…

“Reap what you sow, boy.” A dull orange fur boxer came over. Clem was wearing a suit like most the others, though he kept the top of it open. Allowing for some air flow in the otherwise stuffy office.

Now this, was a sturdy dog Logan thought. Clem was muscle from his neck to his legs the boxer was pure muscle. Logan knew the boxer’s biology helped with that and still was impressed catching Clem in the shower the other day. You could bounce a quarter off his ass and the dog probably wouldn’t even notice; something Logan had too, one of these days, test out.

Desks were spread out throughout the otherwise open room. There weren’t cubicle and everything was open just like the windows were. Still, the old building grew stuffy over the long hours filled with people of all sizes and species. Logan felt uncomfortable; he could only imagine how this boxer felt.

The police force didn’t discriminate. In fact it openly welcomed all different species into the fold. Their slogan was “No Breed Restriction” something that came from the earlier days where only canines were accepted into the force outside humans. Though that was another kind of complication; it was because the “right officer” could make all the difference depending on the situation. Something the city council had discovered during the 1920s riot for equal rights.

Having a bunch of human officers going to a rally of felines or canines for instance was just tossing fuel onto the fire. However, if you managed to get someone like Clem and Hugo to go to a call involving other canines, things went far smoother usually. As well for the legal reasons as well.

Logan was aware this was also the case for the more… dangerous calls they got. Wanting the police to check out questionable areas of town or known gang related incidents. The heads didn’t seem to have an issue sending a bunch of dogs into a warzone. After all, who’d miss a bunch of carnivores?

That was just history though. Those on the front lines have always been of the non-human variety. Some canines even taking it as a personal honor to be. As if it was their way to truly uphold the “American dream.”

Logan knew other countries had their own special units of non-humans that were all expendable at the end of the day, so long as they got their job done…

It was a bit of a stereotype for dogs to join the force. Something that was true though nonetheless. As most stereotypes were, this one too was formed based on some kind of truth behind it and for whatever reason both house cats and dogs were inclined to join the force. A mixture of other species eventually, over the decades, would join up as well. Passing the police academy and being sent out on the front lines with all the others.

Something Logan had to learn to get used too. Not that Logan had an issue with it. It was the fact that even in school, the different species were segregated. For ones “Safety” of course. Or so they said. It just made it easier to usher all carnivores one way and all herbivores the other way. It kept the peace for the most part, making it possible for the principle and teachers to manage their classes better. Or so they were told, once more.

Always told how they should feel about it…

Logan was used to that. Being told how and why things were. That it was for the best, for the greater good. That this was the way things were and they all needed to shut up and accept it and fall in line with everyone else.

Logan hadn’t hung out with someone that wasn’t a human, or omnivore, until he went to college. The cultural shock had thrown him off and it took a real good poker face not to let the others in the dorm figure out he was uncomfortable around them.

While his polar bear roommate had been a friendly, chill bro Logan had never once felt at ease around the massive bear. Even the others in the dorm kept him at a good arms length. It just how things were. Only an idiot or a suicidal maniac would try and get close to a carnivore…

Society isolating certain species only caused further harm in the long run while trying to make the moment easier. It was a long lasting affect that showed in a city this size. Keeping an otter would make them snap, locking up a wolf would make them bite and Logan didn’t want to think what that did to others with clipped wings, declawed or have their horns shaved off…

What kind of mental stress and strain that put on them…

“The hell do you think you were doing!” The chief practically threw the clip board at Logan’s face as the human came into the office. The human had to use the door to block the clipboard from hitting his face, stepping to the side to make sure the next object only hit the wall instead of him. “I told you to keep an eye on them!”

“And I did.” Logan just said with a casual air to him, giving the large Saint Bernard a shrug in turn. The chief’s eye twitched at that.

The canine had risen up in the force through hard work and plenty of brown nosing, ass kissing of the higher officials. Apparently Chief, as most just referred to him as, was partner up with the previous chief. After they retired the man nominated the Saint Bernard to take his place.

“You tailed after them. You didn’t report in. And you illegally attained evidence!” The man shook with a fury that made his already white fur pale even further. Logan was worried Chief was going to flip the desk.

“That was three separate incidents.” Logan felt the need to point out and got the stapler thrown at him this time. The human had to admit, he had a way of getting underneath their fur.

“You left your partner behind!” Chief just went on yelling; talking about Hugo who Logan was supposed to stand around and wait for. The human found it rather tiresome, going at his own pace than trying to match others.

“Well, yeah. You said to keep an eye on them. So I did.” Logan just smiled back, his cheeky remark however only made the canine pick up his mug and throw it at his face. Logan was already stepping out of the way before the ceramic mug smashed against the wall.

No human would do this. No human would be allowed to get away with it. This kind of blatant, angry response… was truly animal of them, Logan could only think in moments like this.

“And you slept with the perp!” The chief roared shaking the entire room. Not many would have the balls to poke a sleeping dog Chief’s size. Logan found it hard to resist the chance. Something about getting underneath the bigger species fur just made the human smile.

As if, in a way, it allowed him to go toe to toe with them.

“You told me to get close to him!” Logan just tried to say knowing full well half the officers were eavesdropping in on them from the main room.

The Saint Bernard hands gripped the desk as if threatening to flip it over too. Huffing, panting and growling at the human the dog took a good full minute to calm down before picking up the chair he’d knocked over and took a seat in it.

Logan couldn’t help but laugh, quietly under his breath. The way the dog’s jowls lifted up, his fur rose on his neck, huffing panting and growling like that… It was hard to think of the Chief, in moment’s like this, as his superior.

“You’re a good cop.” Chief started up after taking a moment to calm down.

“Thanks.” Logan just cheekily replied making the canine frown grow tenfold.

“If you keep overstepping your boundaries, we’re going to have an issue.” The chief stubbed a finger against the desk, sliding the folder towards the human. “We all need you to play ball with the other cops.”

Logan almost snorted at that, thinking of playing tennis with the canine’s out front as he took the folder, opening it up to look it over. “What’s this?” The human asked still recalling the time the police forced did the team building exercise; most the canines just ending up chasing the balls.

Balls Logan had constantly kept hitting purposefully, randomly to the sides to get them to do so. He’d play ball with them any day of the week.

“Your new assignment. I’m taking you off Diamond’s case.” The chief just rubbed a hand over the bridge of his snout, grumbling that he was too old for this shit.

“Off the case? Why?” Logan lowered the folder down, frowning now. He was just beginning to make head way with it. “I know I might have done something… questionable, but I’m making real headway with this case!” Logan said, getting angry now. “Why the hell are we dropping it! I’m already in the pack, sort of.” Logan’s contact on the inside he was still in touch with was feeding him information.

In return for a quickie or two behind the club that was.

“Well, for the simple fact. She’s dead.” The Saint Bernard gave him a look. Logan’s snarky smile quickly faded at that.

“Dead? What? How! Why? What!” Logan practically threw the folder down, leaning over the desk. “I had to watch that crazy bitch for months only for the psycho to get knocked off?” Logan was only upset he hadn’t been the one to do it. “Who…?” He just asked, demanding to know at this point.

Diamond had a track record on her track record. Everything she’d over the years had been questionably legal, at best. Trafficking drugs, people, guns into the city with the backing of The Pack keeping the cops off her back. Paying off officials and politicians alike to keep things going. Logan had nearly got enough evidence that no matter whose pocket they lined, they couldn’t stop them from raiding the whole damn night club.

And in turn, hopefully, getting the evidence to raid the mansion up in the upper hills.

Hell, Logan had half a mind to leak to evidence to the press if something hadn’t been done about it. It was messed up and the human had grown rather desensitized over the years, working in this line of work. Seeing the scum of the earth on a daily bases changed ones outlook on things. On life. On many things…

“There was an… incident, up in the hills. If you recall.” Chief gave him a look making Logan frown. “Diamond was found dead among… several other wolves. It’s to be reported that the gang broke out into infighting over Alphaship and that the whole pack caved in on itself because of it. It happens all the time.” The dog added as if the human wouldn’t be aware of such things.

That only pissed Logan off further. Always being talked down too like this. By these… animals. As if he couldn’t see things with his own eyes! As if he were just a background character for these dogs, these wolves. Having to put up with it, giving one a hand job in a dirty back alleyway just for the tip on what was going on…

“I. But. What. I…” Logan had to take a seat. “Months wasted…” Logan cursed not looking at the chief as he took the folder once more, finally opening it up to look it over. The things he had done for that case. The people he had to bribe, to coax, to suck up too (or suck off) just to get the smallest information he could out of them.

All for the greater good…

The folder was a plain vanilla cover. Blank without even a label at the top. Opening it up, Logan was greeted with a rather faded photo of a lion with his biography underneath.

“The Kincaid Family?” Logan took a second on that. Trying to piece the information together in his head. Several things on the paper had been blacked out or omitted. “Isn’t that the people at the docks? Uh, were working on the docks before they got burned down?”

The police had known about them but had been focusing on the largest gang in the city. The Pack. Now that one had been taken out however, it left all these smaller ones vying for power. Everyone trying to make a quick buck off the void in the wake left behind. Taking out one of the ruling powers had left just that, a power vacuum. Something the police and the city itself were trying to deal with.

“Correct. Sloan Kincaid is one of the elder brothers of the family, though he appears to have gone solo away from the main family in recent years...” The chief just nodded. “You know lions… they always remove the eldest children from the family.”

“For fear they’ll try and take over, yeah.” Logan finished for the canine so he wouldn’t talk down to him again like this. And they wondered why humans had such a bone to pick with them...

Being physically looked down on was bad enough. Let alone when they talked down to them at the same time.

“Correct.” The Saint Bernard said as if impressed of Logan’s most basic knowledge on the matter. The canine most likely didn’t have that high of an opinion of humans when it came to… their matters.

Logan figured that was the case. Being a human, he was assigned to human areas where the rich families lived. Not the run down heaps that most of “their kind” could afford. In the sketchier places of the city. Logan had been surprised to get the Diamond case to begin with.

“I see. You want me to get close to him to see if he’s still working with the family?” Logan flipped through the second page. A brief background history of school, work and record for the lion. Nothing stood out. For someone in the Kincaid Family, Sloan had a squeaky clean record.

That in itself was fishy.

“Preferably, use him to get close to the family. They’re beginning to make moves again ever since The Pack had imploded on itself.” The chief chuckled though. The Pack had been a long time running antagonist of the police force. In a way, Chief wanted to thank whoever was responsible for getting rid of such a thorn in their side.

If only they had done it cleanly that is. The mess left behind The Packs wake, the power vacuum it created would take years to sort out and fix. If it ever could be. Such a thing was like a scar, a wound on the city… the weeping blood of it was all it took for the cockroaches to come back in to feast on what she had to offer to them. Scavengers like these had to be dealt with quickly before they could burrow underneath the skin and be lost like a festering wound to be cleaned up but never removed.

“Get close to the big kitty. Use him to figure out about the family, report back. Got it.” Logan said closing the folder.

“And don’t sleep with him!” The chief warned straight up. The Saint Bernard giving him a knowing look.

“Me? No, I’d never sleep with a suspect.” Logan just smiled back as he shut the door behind him…

…

It was one late afternoon weeks after that day when their work had concluded for the day that a hungry lion dragged the human into his apartment. Sloan barely let the door shut behind the two before shoving Logan against the door, hard. Using the human’s body to close the door for them as the lion closed the space between the two instantly and shoving his maw against the human’s face.

Logan could taste him. Hear the lion’s ragged breath as his hands groped and felt the smaller male pinned against the door. The lion was worked up all day. It had been another long day trying to cover up another scandal in the company and Sloan needed some release.

Aching for it all day. The very sight of the human made his toes curl, his tail twist and his pants grow tight. And the human had to know it at this point. What affect he had on the large lion pinning him against the entryway to his apartment.

In a way, Logan did. Just for very different reasons than the lion suspected.

Logan had agreed to come along in hopes of getting a chance to look through Sloan’s things at his home. However the lion gave him little time too as he licked and sucked on the human’s neck, nipping and biting over it. Covering Logan’s neck in hickies as the human squirmed and groaned out loudly at the lion’s hungry intent.

The lion’s large muzzle parting, drooling teeth nipping at the human’s exposed neck. It took every ounce of training Logan had not to piss himself in freight as the hungry lion devoured him.

Sloan didn’t let him go. The lion placing one large hand on the door as he pressed his body up against the smaller male. Logan face was covered by that thick mane. It smelled of him. Smelled of Sloan. From the lion’s long day of work, cooped up in an office too small as if it were a cage at a zoo; the lion needed to roam free. Needed to mate and breed.

And Logan was here for that sole reason alone as Sloan dragged one finger down the human’s front to cup, grope and squeeze the human between his legs.

“Been waiting all day for this.” Sloan just let out a throaty chuckle, warm wet breath washing over the human’s face as the lion licked up his neck once more.

It got the reaction he was going for, the reaction Logan knew he wanted to see. To hear. To see this smaller male, this human groan for him. Moan out his name as the lion’s lips met his own. They were rough and Sloan wasn’t holding back as his nails sprung out, gripping. Holding the human in place. The nails just a warning, a telltale sign.

“Don’t move.” They said to the human as Sloan pet over his chest now with that hand. Petting the human’s chest through the cheap suit he wore. Sloan wanted to tear it. To rip the clothes off and it took all his internal willpower not too.

Sloan didn’t have time to undress. The lion had just opened the front of his button shirt and suit, leaving it at that. He pushed against Logan, using his furry chest to smother the human in his smell. His body. The heat radiating off the lion made Logan pant as their lips broke apart.

“You think you can just tease me?” Sloan growled low and deep to the human. Logan wasn’t sure of the words but the hand between his legs showed the lion’s intention behind them. “Wiggling that tight ass of yours in my face? Dropping something in front of me and just… bending over…”

Sloan hand connected with the door and Logan was acutely aware of the nails digging into the wood now as the lion dragged that large hand down the door. The hand was nearly the size of a dinner plate and it could smother Logan’s face is Sloan wanted too.

Those nails could tear into his neck and bleed him dry as the hungry predator lapped him up as an afternoon meal…

“Fuck,” Logan just thought. These animals could really get going. The human putting on the dumb friendly smile he always had with the lion; mastering the poker face over the years. It did feel good to get underneath this larger males fur. To tease him like that. To make the lion growl out his name in the middle of the office.

So long as he didn’t push their buttons too far…

Logan could pretend. He was good at that. Acting dumb in front of everyone as he looked back up at his boss standing behind him, there in he middle of the office after the human had “accidentally” dropped something in front of him. He was sure the lion had to resist humping him there and then in the middle of the office. In front of everyone.

Knowing, knowing the lion would want too. To let everyone see him mate him out in the open like this instead of hiding the human underneath his desk. Covering his own powerful scent with those cigars and deodorant.

It had taken some coaxing, some sweet words and some guidance… to get the lion to finally let him cover over after all this time. Logan had been working on Sloan all day just for the chance to get the predator so worked up he’d have to drag him back home. After everything Logan had been doing for this cat? It was about damn time Sloan invited him back to his place.

Put up with it. Bare with it. You can do this. A human can be just as strong as a lion… Logan closed his eyes, forcing himself to be strong in a moment like this. Unsure if he were revolted by the lion’s touch or turned on by it.

Such thoughts ran through Logan’s head as the lion undressed the human or at least opened up his own shirt. Logan gasped, unable to hold back his own moan as he felt it. That sand papery tongue licking up and over his bare exposed chest, Sloan finding one of his nipples shortly after to bite softly down on. To suckle, to nurse and to look up at the human’s face he was still pinning to the front door.

Logan cried out at that. Those teeth were so… threatening. This larger male pinning him against the door to his apartment was so strong. The human could feel his legs wobble, feel them turning to jelly as the large lion nursed on his chest. Sloan watched the entire time, eating up that look on Logan’s face. Loving how meek, helpless this human was before him...

It had to be the predator in him, Sloan admitted. To have someone smaller than he was. To feel them gasping for breath, helpless against the lion playing with his chest. It made his nails extend, made his tail lash behind him as he snarled out words even Sloan couldn’t fully understand.

That animal side of him poking up its head as the cat rose to his full height before Logan, making the human stop. Hesitate, looking up at him.

Sloan pet Logan’s face with one large hand, stroking a finger over Logan’s cheek. The human reacted to it just as the lion wanted. Cradling his face against the warm palm of his hand, looking up at him. Logan’s hands were up, timidly pushing against the larger males chest leaning against him.

As if trying to resist… Resist this lion and his urges. This human who had so willingly crawled under the table to get a chance at feeling, touching, tasting this large powerful male. It made Sloan’s pants tent and the lion shuddered in pure delight as he felt those smaller fingers gripping at him, holding him as he nuzzled his broad skull against the humans.

The lion nosed forward, sniffing over the human’s face and neck before licking up one towards the other. Logan stunk of Sloan’s body. How it should be. His skin was so soft, the lion able to feel the blood pumping underneath it as he licked once more. His jaws opened and Sloan had to stop himself from biting the human’s hair.

With a chuff of hot air, Sloan pushed his body against Logan. The human only then noticing the lion had undone the front of his pants.

“What about the bed…?” Logan tried to speak up, tried to offer. Hoping the large predator didn’t plan to do this here and now. The door was killing his back and the door knob was pushing against his side uncomfortably.

“What about here…?” Sloan just replied as he reached one hand down to grab the human’s thigh. He squeezed it hard making Logan groan once more. Sloan continued to rub over it, around to the human’s rear end.

His other hand moved quickly to undo Logan’s belt and pants. The lion’s skilled fingers undoing both before pulling them down just far enough to feel the human’s bare ass between his fingers. Nails pricked it lightly as the feline finally let him go. Only to lift Logan up by both his thighs, taking hold of them quickly and lifting the human straight up off his feet.

The lion’s strength took the human by surprise. Sloan slammed Logan’s back against the door as their lips met once more. Hungrily, the lion continued to taste and devour his treat as his fingers gripped tightly over Logan’s body, supporting him in that moment.

Logan could feel it. Feel the lion’s rigid shaft rubbing up against his taint, up along his crack to poke and tease at it blindly looked for his hole. Logan wanted to say something, do something but he was helpless in the stronger males grasp as the lion found it, found him and in the next second pushed deep inside.

Logan cried out at the initial thrust. The human tensing as the lion spread his cheeks with those hands gripping his ass now; Logan wrapping his legs around the lion’s stomach for support.

He huffed out a breath, breathing in Sloan’s musky scent as the lion tilted his head upwards letting the human bite at his neck once more.

For a split second… Logan thought about ripping the lion’s throat out with his teeth as if he were the wild animal here after the lion had thrusted into him like that without warning.

The human didn’t. He just bit at the loose flesh there, teasing the lion as his grip tightened around Sloan’s neck. Logan closed his eyes as he felt the lion rock his hips upwards. The push inside wasn’t so bad, it was when the feline pulled back and those barbs on his dick dragged on his inner walls that the human groaned out.

A mixture of pain and pleasure as Sloan humped back in, the feline leaking profusely at this point inside the human’s tight rear.

Sloan said something. The words were no more than a growl as the human felt that tugging pull on his rear again. This time, he moaned out without forcing it. The pain and been replaced by a new warmth, a new pleasure as Sloan took him pressed against his front door, while pushing into Logan’s back door.

Logan hadn’t even been able to take two steps into the lion’s den without getting mauled by him.

Holding him for support, legs wrapped around his waist Logan took the brute of Sloan’s stress from the long day of work. Teasing and getting the lion worked up all day to be invited over had paid off; just not in the way Logan had originally planned.

With several powerful, long stroking thrusts Sloan hilted his painfully hard shaft into the human’s tailhole. His member quivered, barbs flaring out and Sloan growled out between clenched teeth.

The lion had nutted in his hole already. That warmth spreading throughout the human’s body as he gasped out. There had been no warning, no indication and Sloan had clearly been far more bent up throughout the day than the human had expected…

Then why was the lion still hilted into his rear? Why was Sloan pulling back only to thrust back in again. And again. Logan didn’t understand. He couldn’t as the lion continued to fuck him against the door. Pumping and stroking and humping his thighs against the human he was holding up. Time and time again until, once more there was that moment’s pause…

And Logan felt it for a second time. The surging of Sloan’s dick, the swelling of that mass in his rear before the tip sprayed thick lion seed deep inside his rear. Logan was panting, gasping for breath and still only able to smell Sloan’s body. Hear the lion’s breaths against his body. Feel this larger, stronger, older male tensing against him. All Logan knew in that moment was Sloan and it made him feel just as small and weak as the lion saw him as…

The lion licked over his cheek, nuzzling that broad muzzled face against Logan once more before finally easing up.

“We’ll finish tonight…” Sloan just said getting a look from the human as the lion slipped out, letting Logan stand on his own two feet again.

Logan needed to be support for a minute before the human finally swallowed, gave a single nod and asked “where’s the bathroom…?”

Sloan smirked at that, pointed a clawed finger down the hall. “Third door on the right.” And left it at that.

The large lion took a small half step back, undoing his tie from around his neck and just smirked down at the human still trying to catch his breath. With another petting stroke to his cheek, Sloan stepped aside letting Logan pass him by. The hungry feline watching him go until he moved around the corner.

Logan waddled his way in the direction of the bathroom after snagging his pants with a hand, still wearing them during all that had just happened. The human double checked to see the lion heading through two wooden flap doors into the kitchen. Taking a chance, Logan began opening each and every door as quickly and quietly as he could.

His rear stung, he felt full and there was a strong smell of lion permeating from his body. No wonder why the dogs back at the station made fun of him and the other cats avoided him.

It didn’t take long to find the master bedroom as the human shut the door behind him, hoping the lion wasn’t about to check on him anytime soon.

Ass still full of lion seed, Logan zipped up his pants. The human had to clench his rear from leaking as he quickly made his way around the bed and began pulling the drawers open. Ironically, being covered in Sloan’s musky scent helped with his search. Covering up his own smell as the human began invading each and every place he could possibly think to hide something. Carefully, slowly but with a certain quickness to it that was brought on by the fear of being discovered… Logan began to search for anything that could connect Sloan to The Pride outside what they already had.

Logan was looking for something. Anything as he flipped opened the bible, wondering why the lion had it, to make sure there wasn’t a hidden stash in it. In fact, there was. However, with a couple sniffs, Logan quickly deduced it was just simple catnip. He stashed the stash back in the cut out bible and put it in the top drawer where he found it.

Logan was almost relieved as he went through Sloan’s closet and cabinet in the next several minutes, picking up his pace. The human keeping both ears open, listening for the lion in the other room. He didn’t find a single shred of… well anything that would indicate Sloan was still in ties with The Pride. Quickly putting everything back exactly how he found it, not a single stray fur out of place… the human stepped out of the room.

“Logan.” Sloan said making the human freeze on the spot. “That’s my bedroom…” The lion pointed out, tail flicking as he came down the hallway towards him.

“I was sniffing your underwear.” Logan said the first thing coming to mind, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly as he blushed as if embarrassed he’d been caught red handed.

“What…?” Sloan was the one being bashful now; the lion’s perky round ears splaying out as his tail lashed towards the other side.

“Dude, you didn’t get me off. Again.” Logan just played it off, smiling the whole time as he just shrugged a shoulder casually. “You didn’t expect me to like, what? Not nut? Not cool.” Logan cleared his throat, standing as straight and professional as he could with the lion’s seed still deep in his ass. “Sir.” He added with a wink before motioning towards a nearby door. “Is this the bathroom?”

“Y-yeah…” Sloan wasn’t looking at the human, his tail swaying back and forth. Before Logan could close the door, the lion stepped forward catching it with a hand. Logan tensed when Sloan said his name in the low, deep rumbling growl. “Logan…?”

“Yes, sir?” Logan felt a tinge of fear creep up the back of his neck, worried he’d been caught snooping through the lion’s things. He was sure, if it came down to it, he could take the lion out… if he got the jump on the larger, thicker, stronger male that was.

“Sorry.” Sloan said catching the human off guard. “For not helping you… next time, I’ll make sure you get off too.” The lion just cleared his throat, standing tall himself and smoothing down his front with two large hands. “Make sure to clean up, dinner will be ready in fifteen…” And with that the lion walked back down the hallway on heavy paw pads that dispersed his immense weight accordingly.

“Well… that was unexpected.” Logan sighed heavily as he closed the door. Making sure to lock it as he began to snoop around the bathroom much as he had done the master bedroom.

He hated when perps were decent guys. It reminded him of the wolf back at Diamond’s club. Nice guys in wrong places. Sloan didn’t have any obvious connection to The Pride. Other than being related by blood; something that meant very little in such organizations. While some gangs and humans prided themselves on such close connections, most species found it to be a weakness.

Lion’s being included in that.

The current leader of a pride would be threatened by the oldest male they sired. Fearing the male would challenge them and, nine times out of ten, the lion would be kicked out of the pride before he reached adulthood. There were numerous lions in orphanages because of this. There were several other species that were in similar situations. Sometimes it was females instead of males or all the children in general.

“It’s just in their nature.” Logan recalled from his briefing. Even if it was speciest to profile someone, the police department still did just that.

A wolf would be in a pack, with the very rare occasion of one being dubbed a “lone wolf.” These were usually ignored. A wolf by themselves? What could they accomplish? Canines always were social, pack animals while most felines preferred to be by themselves. Hyenas had a matriarch that was in charge of their cackle or clan.

It was just how it was. Nature.

Water mammals and reptiles wouldn’t stray far from a water source, most congregating along riversides or near the ocean depending on their biology. There were no sharks, orcas or dolphins in the landlocked states. There were however dozens of beavers and otters living along the Mississippi river. It was just how it was, it was just biology.

“Just biology…” Logan frowned at the idea as he touched his rear end, wincing slightly. The feral cat that had mounted him not even ten minutes ago was defiantly going off some feral instinct at the end there. Still, he wanted to say there was more to it than just that…

And feared there wasn’t…

Logan checked the medicine cabinet, he checked inside the toilet tank to make sure nothing was stashed in there. He checked behind it, around it and then even got on his belly to look inside an air vent on the wall. His nose wrinkled, pulling back and shook his head.

Logan had done such searches before and knew all the commonly used locations, the secret ones most didn’t think about and even double checked each light bulb and the top fan just to be safe. The human found little. In fact, Sloan’s whole apartment, other than the golden fur everywhere, was perfectly clean.

He most likely had housekeeping come by a couple times a week.

“Not a single trace…” Logan wasn’t sure why he was smiling as he cleaned up and rejoined the lion out in the living room.

Without being distracted, the human was able to look around the place for a change.

The lights were dimmed, he expected as much. Something about nocturnal animals wanting their lights lower. The human had to wait a couple minutes for his eyes to adjust. There was a nice leather sofa set up in front of an expensive looking glass table. Strange works of art were on the walls. Some of wild cats, others looking as if they came from the heart of Africa itself with beautiful arrays of colors. A mixture of sculptures were on the shelves. Most of feline design.

“No pictures though…” Logan noted as he walked around the room, inspecting a standing sculpture in the corner. It was an abstract piece that looked like a human… being mauled by a lion. Or at least that’s what Logan saw as Sloan spoke up behind him.

“The steaks are resting.” Sloan just said taking off two oven mitts and setting them on the counter. Walking over to a nearby liquor cabinet, the lion took out two wine glasses and filled them nearly to the brim with red wine.

“Steak? I didn’t know you cooked.” Logan wasn’t sure what he was expecting. Looking at the lion, he really wasn’t sure what to expect as Sloan walked over on those heavy steps offering a glass to the human. Logan took it to be polite, trying not to drink while on the job.

“Yes. I usually wine and dine before I… well,” Sloan chuckled heavily as he lapped at the red wine in his hand. Only after did he swirl the liquid around, having filled it up a bit more than he had planned too. His nerves getting to him having a guest over for a change. “I figured, why let it go to waste?”

The lion was nervous about this. Not just because he had practically forced himself on his assistant just moments before, but because Logan was one of the first to actually stick around after his copulating. The lion breeding session were rough and most were happy to get a chance to leave the second the lion had nutted… for the fourth or fifth time that was.

Logan sniffed the wine. It was far stronger than what he was used too as he took a sip. It wasn’t as if Logan couldn’t hold his drink, anything but. It was the fact the lion expected him to drink this much wine… around a lion. To lower his inhibitions, to let his guard down around some predator was one of the stupidest things anyone could possible do.

Who would go to a bar and end up drinking themselves stupid around a lion or say a wolf?

Logan had to clean up numerous cases over the years of just that. Herbivores getting far too friendly with their drunken carnivore coworkers or school mates. It always ended badly. Always. One way or another, someone got hurt and it was up to the police to clean up the mess.

“It’s a Cabernet Sauvignon,” Sloan spoke up walking over to join Logan.

The human tensed for a moment, unsure what to expect… and only got the lion giving him a soft lick on his cheek, making Logan give the feline a second look as if worried Sloan was already drunk. The lion just walked over to touch the statue with a hand, tracing a finger over the carving before walking around and taking a seat on the leather sofa.

Sloan patted the seat next to him and Logan, once more, felt obligated to join him. Putting on the fake airs, the perfect poker face the police officer sat down with the lion who may or may not be connected to the one the largest crime organizations on this side of the states.

The sofa alone had to cost more than Logan’s car and the human was beginning to suspect there was more here than-

“Being a lawyer does have some benefits.” Sloan just said as if answering Logan’s unasked question. The lion pet over the sofa before resting his arm on the back of it, tilting his muzzle down. “Though, it does eat up most of my time.” Sloan continued only after Logan took a seat next to him. “All the money in the world can only buy certain kinds of company,” the lion chuffed a laugh as he swirled the wine around again watching the red liquid.

It reminded him of blood as he took another lapping drink of it. It went down far smoother though.

The human rested against his side, letting the lion drape his arm over Logan’s shoulders. Holding his side tightly, Sloan pulled Logan that much closer. Logan was practically resting over the lion’s chest as Sloan let out a pleasant murmur of a growl, letting that low rumbling purr fill his chest and the rest of the room.

Logan could feel it vibrating against his face as he rested his cheek against the lion’s mane. It was far softer than the human had expected it to be. Even after brushing it on a daily bases for the lion, Logan had thought it would be far rougher after the day the two had. The sweat and musk from the larger male was as strong as the heat coming from him.

Sloan didn’t undress, just keeping his suit and shirt open as Logan lay over his front.

“Here I thought I’d die a forty year old virgin,” Sloan chuffed out with a laugh. Getting a look, he explained. “My brother likes to call me that.” He rolled his eyes. “Yes, I have done it before you crawled under my desk…” Sloan said to the look he got after that one.

“No, not that.” Logan sat up a bit, not wanting to rest against the lion for too long. The heat and smell coming from the larger male was making it hard to focus. There was a reason why it had been so easy to go along with all this.

Sloan was an attractive guy. The lion’s mane was a reddish brown, tinted with black tips. His fur was a tawny gold and tufts of that reddish brown spotted parts of his body making him appear far fuzzier than he was. He was large, in charge and had this air about him that made some primal part of the human just want to lower himself before him. Logan used such thoughts to his advantage, able to play up the act all the more when he was enjoying it as he did.

“Then?” Sloan only asked looking down at the human quizzically. The two hadn’t had a chance to talk outside the office. In fact, this was the first time the two had seen each other out of the office. The lion’s tail flicked nervously realizing this.

“You don’t have any pictures on the walls. Or shelves.” Logan pointed out casually, trying to be friendly as if just having a curious thought over the matter… while probing for more information. If he couldn’t find any incriminating evidence in Sloan’s apartment, maybe he could get the feline drunk enough to spill something.

One would be surprised what a gangster let slip to their partner after a good session in the bedroom. Add a little alcohol in there, set up a mood and make them feel safe, warm and alone… they’d open up and vent everything out. Unable to do so under any other normal circumstance.

At that thought, Logan reached down and picked up the wine for the feline. Holding it up for Sloan to lap from as if he really were some kind of king, and Logan just his subservient servant. The lion chuffed at that, though Logan could see the clear look of embarrassment on the lion’s face. It was easy to tease Sloan, to get him worked up and to push all the right buttons.

The feline wasn’t used to this kind of attention and even if Logan was fearful, keeping on edge despite his best acting… it worked like a charm to placate the fearsome predator. Make him feel safe, warm and his nuts spent… get the lion to open up to him as he hadn’t anyone else.

“I just haven’t had a reason to get them out of storage.” Sloan just shrugged after taking another long drink, nearly finishing the glass. The way his muzzle parted, tongue lapping at the liquid like a feline was… disturbingly arousing for the human watching with that morbid curiosity.

The lion’s incisors alone could rip the human’s face off. And here Logan was, snuggling up to the fearsome predator trying to get information out of him. If Sloan suspected a single thing, he didn’t let it show just as Logan never dropped his own mask he wore around his boss.

“Oh?” Logan just continued to press, lifting up the glass a little more for Sloan to drink from. The lion’s tail tip flickered as it practically coiled around the human’s wrist. Logan gave it a look.

“Sorry,” Sloan stammered out as he pulled his own tail off the human’s arm with a hand. “Sometimes it has a mind of its own…” He chuckled uneasily, looking away to the side. The feline was feeling hot and bothered by all this. After getting off, Sloan usually liked to spend some time pampering himself, grooming his fur to calm down.

Sloan didn’t want to start licking his hands in front of the human to groom himself in front of his assistant.

“I don’t mind.” Logan scooted back over, practically crawling on top of the feline who lounged backwards looking at the human with splayed ears. “I like it. The way you’re just so… direct.” Logan breathed out, pushing his cheek against the lion’s as he noticed Sloan doing to his.

The lion’s fur stood, whiskered perked out at the simple gesture as both arms slowly wrapped around the human in his lap.

“You have a storage locker…?” Logan brought the conversation back around, easily enough. Letting his words wash over the lion’s ear now as his hand groped and felt the larger male up once more. “This place is huge… Where do you even keep such a thing?” Logan felt like a tramp, hooking up with the guy before grilling him for information as payment.

It worked nine times out of ten though.

“Well, it’s…” The lion stopped, sniffing at the air. “The steak!” He practically threw Logan backwards on the sofa as he jumped to his feet, skirting around the table and running into the kitchen. “We can’t let it rest too long!”

Logan just frowned at that, on his back. He’d been so close too. He’d have to recreate the whole mood to ask again.

“How long did you even cook it?” Logan was rolling his eyes as he looked at the glass in his hand. There was just enough liquid left at the bottom and with a shrug and a “bottoms up” he finished the glass before walking over to join Sloan in the kitchen.

“Just a couple of minutes after searing them on the stove.” Sloan was already uncovering each of the steak, bending down to sniff at them. Logan was sure the feline was salivating as the cat moved around to grab the plates he had already set up. “Sorry, there isn’t much… garnish.” The lion tried to tactfully say.

“I take it you really don’t have guests over too often.” Logan rested against the marble counter top looking into the kitchen. Stainless steel stovetop, fridge, hell even the dishwasher was a nice brand Logan didn’t recognize. Thus, he knew it was expensive as all hell.

“No, not often…” Sloan held back the full truth, frowning a bit now as he dished up some very bloody looking potatoes and greens.

“I mean, it makes sense.” Logan just nodded. “Carnivores are,”

“I can eat other things.” Sloan spoke up sharply making the human regret speaking up on the subject. Logan mentally hit himself for the slip up. “If I soak the greens and potatoes in the juices from the steak… I can stomach most of it.” The feline’s tail tip was flickering now, the tuft at the end of it the same brownish red as the lion’s mane.

“Sorry, sir. I just…” Logan bit his tongue, looking away from the lion hoping he hadn’t damaged the persona he put on around the lion. The friendly dumb assistant usually worked well for those hungry for power like he was sure the lion was.

“You made lunch the other day.” Sloan just chuffed in amusement though, once more catching the police officer off guard.

“Well, whatever you didn’t eat.” Logan just offered back, sighing a bit in relief. “I had planned to finish…”

Sloan chuckled at that. “It isn’t wise to pick at a lion’s leftovers.” The lion licked his fingers clean, looking up at the human. “I made some steak butter as well…” The lion just continued.

“Right, of course…” Logan had to hold back his tongue on what he wanted to follow that up with. Most species had certain do’s and don’ts you can and cannot do around them. Certain phrasing, sayings and even cultural differences made it hard for other species to coexist without fighting.

A playful joke could turn into a bloody fistfight in the wrong company. It was one reason why Logan preferred to act dumb around… them. It was just easier to be seen as such than to actually voice an opinion on such matters; it helped with his line of work as well.

“I’d let you, of course.” Sloan just chuffed as if truly amused by the whole interaction while Logan felt as if he were walking on eggshells around the lion. It was a common feeling most had around other species.

“Only if I can eat it off your naked body… sir.” Logan just smiled, making the feline’s tail stick out. Sloan’s back was to the human as he finished preparing dinner. The human could easily tell the lion reacted to what he had said.

Sometimes it was too easy to get underneath their fur like this.

With another chuff, Sloan turned around with each plate in hand as he walked on over to the dining room table. Logan wasn’t sure the last time he actually ate at a dining room table had been. The police officer usually ate at his desk, in the car on a stakeout or if lucky some ramen when he got home from a double shift.

Sloan had complained about his job taking up his time, unaware Logan didn’t even technically work for the company. Having been planted into it by the police force so he could dig up information on Inc. Co. as well as try and get close to the lion. He at least succeeded at that. Without times like this, Logan would have no social life.

It was one reason why he cheated on the job. Sleeping with a perp at least got him some relief he would never otherwise get. Plus, the added bonus of sleeping with a perp gave him intel normal sources never would.

“As tantalizing as that sounds… Let’s… just eat at the table. This time.” The lion growled with a flick of his tail. It brushed over Logan’s front before the lion sat at the opposite side of the table as him. Logan took the seat closest to him, making the lion perk up a bit.

“What? I like sitting next to you…” Logan just said with a soft, almost sheepish tone not meeting the predator’s eyes as he reached over slowly, carefully… hesitating before placing a hand on the lion’s.

“I don’t mind.” Sloan only smiled back as the two enjoyed dinner together; Logan had brought over the glasses as well as the wine, serving Sloan up another full glass while barely even touching his own.

From there it was child’s play for Logan. Talking the lion up, stroking his ego while he asked about his life. Who he was. What he wanted. Hanging onto every word Sloan said and spoke. The lion none the wiser as he opened up to the human. A first in a long time as Sloan talked about himself. How he hated the company they worked for and how, despite the good pay, it wasn’t worth dying for.

“Dying?” Logan picked up on that, focusing in on the word.

“Well…” Sloan tail swayed to the other side. “It’s like what happened to that pig,” the lion said not even bothering to use their name.

“Snorter, yeah.” Logan instantly corrected his name, wincing slightly after. He was just glad the lion was too tipsy to realize it hadn’t been a commonly known name. “I read it in the paper.”

“Right, yeah. Snorter, the pig guy… his head out front? That’s nothing new.” The lion just went on, shaking the thought from his head. Logan was already refilling his glass for him as the lion devoured one piece after another of the steak he had made up.

It was bloody rare and Logan, for the most part, ignored his own food. He placed a few strips of it onto Sloan’s plate, getting the cat nice and fat and drunk while he grilled him for information.

“Shit like that happens all the time.” Sloan just shook his head, taking a moment before focusing back on the human. His tail curled at seeing that warm, friendly face smiling back at him. The tired, lonely lion reaching over to take Logan’s hand in his again. “You should see some of the things I have to cover for the company.”

“I’d love to see your work…” Logan just smiled back as he rubbed a thumb over the lion’s wrist. The feline’s hand tightened on the human’s wrist, making Logan wince before Sloan eased up. The feline not even seeming to notice he had hurt the human.

“I’ll show you water you like…” Sloan just went on, lapping at the drink Logan held up for him.

“That’s what I’m planning big guy…” Logan just smiled as he emptied the wine bottle into Sloan’s cup and made sure the big kitty drank it all down…

It was difficult getting the wobbling lion back to his bedroom. Logan underneath one of his heavy arms as he helped guide the drunk lion back to the bed. He didn’t even bother undressing Sloan, instead just pushing the large cat onto his back. Wiping off his sweaty brow, the human cracked his back groaning out.

“I’ll feel that one tomorrow…” He sighed heavily as he took a seat on the bed, trying to catch his breath as the lion snored softly at his side. Logan pet over the exposed belly of the lion. “I hope you’re not a bad guy…”

Logan sighed at that, reaching down to take off one of his shoes. Pulling out the back of it, from a small hidden compartment, Logan was already setting up the bug in Sloan’s room. Logan would bug each and every room in order to prove the lion’s innocent if he had too.

The human getting up, turning off the lights and giving one final look back at his boss.

“It was fun, while it lasted…” Logan just smiled sadly at the lion as he headed back into the main room, planning on heading out. There was another stop he needed to drop by after heading home to shower and clean up.

An officers job was never done…