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A special thanks to @Suirel for him beta-ing this and providing some input for me. Also, I don't own the Sergal or Nevrean species'. Those are Trancey Mick's, if I'm not mistaken.

If you read this and enjoy it, first off:Thanks for reading. Second, if you have any ideas for a story, and don't want to write it yourself, shoot me a PM. I'll write it up myself if I think I can do it justice.

Jacob kept at his even, measured pace along the mostly deserted city street. He just needed to get out. He just needed fo think. He just had to get off base. He just had to get out of that damned barracks. He thought it would help....that wasn't the case. He couldn't shake the feeling. Hundreds of men and women, human, sergal, nevrean and even draconians...hundreds who would take a bullet for him in battle, but not a single soul on this half of the continent who he could call a friend in peace.

He kept along, wrapped up entrely in his lament. He was only vaguely aware of the ones and twos that would pass by him. He was far too consumed in his thoughts. Seven... Seven years, he had lived like this. In public, but utterly isolated. If anything ever came up, he had nobody to turn to. He was supposed to be some strong, durable, almost herculean warrior. He was a soldier. Everyone he knew looked to him for inspiration, or away from him in fear. He was their island in the storm... But what about him? Who was there for him? Almost unconsiously, he raised his right hand to brush angrily through his hair, a wretched accumulation of rage, despair and hopelessness welling up again inside of him.

His attention snapped back to the world around him when he heard himself growl. He silenced himself immediately, emberrassed by such a debasing act. He looked around, hoping there was nobody around to hear him behaving like some animal. After a few glances over-shoulder, he decided he was alone. He'd wound his way, somehow, to the center of the city, and was standing at the outskirts of the park. The place was dangerous at night...but then, Jacob was more lethal than most criminals in the country by far. Without much regard, he sat on a nearby bench, lay his face in his hands, and let the darkness of his palms and the approaching dusk calm him.

He sat like this for some 20 or 30 minutes, just enjoying the feeling of not being. A gentle tap at his shoulder jolted him back to attention. He bolted up, nerves raw from the day, and already hair-trigger from his training. He immediately took in the image of a now-equally-startled young sergal. The sergal, a male by his gasp, sprang back a step, and broke into a flurry of 'sorry's, then began to turn about and walk off. The sergal made it a few yards before stopping, and staring aimlessly at the avenues and roads around the park. "No, no, no... Oh, come ooooon...."

Jacob didn't take long to figure out what the fellow was up to. "Lost?", he asked. Half of the question was to the sergal, the other half was an unspoken question of whether or not Jacob should help him. The sergal let out an exhasperated sigh, his ears drawing back as he turned to face Jacob again, this time with a pitiful look of helplessness plain on his grey and white shark-like face. "Y-yeah... I'm not from here, and I got turned around. Now, it's getting dark..." Jacob regarded the fellow a moment in considderation. He almost reminded Jacob of himself before he joined the service. He was small, gaunt, perhaps even wiry. The sergals he encountered at work were typically in peak-shape, and huge. Most towered over Jacob by at least a solid foot. This young sergal was so small overall, that had he not spoken, Jacob would be hard-pressed to guess his gender.

Clearly, he posed about no threat to him. "Well where are you going?" The sergal contemplated the question, and looked down as he answered. "I...don't guess you know of any reasonably priced hotels here?" Jacob stood, and walked up to the sergal, who continued to look down like an admonished child. "Yeah, I know some that are alright. The Rockaway Inn isn't far, and it's pretty well priced. If you take that road," he paused to point at Martin Street. "and take a left on Valden, it's only a quarter mile." The sergal stared off in the direction he pointed. Jacob caught the guy's tail wilt ever so slightly. He was clearly distressed...but it was more than that. This sergal, a predator by nature, was scared. Almost as a test, Jacob proposed, "Would you like me to show you the way?" The diminuitive guy's ears perked, and his tail twitched. They were always easy to read. They seldom had control over their ears and tail.

Jacob almost chuckled. This guy was like a kid. He started forward, not waiting for the sergal's response. "Thank you very much! My name is Viz, who are you?" Jacob glanced to him as he walked close alongside him. "Na'H.... Jacob. My name's Jacob." Last names, the method of address for all military. He was out and about to be a person today, not another hound. The sergal regarded him curiously, likely questioning the redaction. They walked in awkward silence for almost a block before a growling stomach broke it. The sergal cringed immediately at the sound, and held a hand over his stomach. Jacob failed to stifle the bark-of-a-laugh in time, and swiftly appologised. "There's a diner nearby if you're hungry." The sergal shook his head sharply. "Clearly you're hungry. It's literally around the corner, and it's open twenty-four/seven." He began to object, but Jacob stifled it immediately by starting off toward the previously mentioned corner. He heard the rapid tat-tat-tat of the sergal's footwear catching up to him seconds later. "Wait...I...uh...don't have any money..." Jacob was taken aback by the statement. He turned to regard thd sergal, who had crossed his left arm over to grip his right. His tail shifted back and forth uncomfortably, and the sergal looked across the bridge of his snout at Jacob ashamedly. "I...was robbed. That's why I got turned around back there... I was going to ask you to call the police, but I was emberrassed..." Now that he mentioned it, Jacob had noticed him walking funny.

"No cash or cards?" the sergal looked back down. "N-no... They took the whole wallet." Jacob sighed. Good deed of the day two. "C'mon. It's on me. I'm from the south. We don't let others go hungry. It's a culture thing." Without pausing for a response, Jacob trod forwards swiftly toward the little diner. He stepped inside, and was greeted with the delightful smells of an active kitchen. Only seconds behind him, the sergal entered.

The lady at the front greeted him warmly. He'd been here a few times. As per norm, he took up his usual booth in the corner, where he could see, clearly, the entrance. The sergal followed suit, and sat opposite to him. Only now, in the well-lit facility, could Jacob make out a few ruffled spots in the sergal's grey fur, and a few tears in his otherwise-new pale, blue polo shirt. "I'll pay you back. I just need to find a bank..." Jacob reached over and pat the downtrodden sergal's shoulder. "No worries. I was getting hungry anyway, and it's always better to eat with company." The faintest shadow of a smile tugged at the sergal's face.

The waitress strode up with a lively pace, despite the hour and stopped at their table. "Good evening, sir. We don't usually get sergals in. Welcome to Baker's. Oh, hey, you're that soldier. Jacob paled. He had been trying to NOT be recognised as military... Viz looked shocked. "Wait, you're a hound?!" He bolted out of the chair. "I'm so sorry. I'll leave. I didn't..." Jacob sighed, and tuned him out. He'd heard it a hundred times before. Jacob was dangerous, unstable. He knew. He fought every day against the damage done, and still was called a Hound. Something caught his attention, and pulled him back into focus. The sergal was still there? He stood, clearly scared and unsure, but still there...

"Are...are you okay?" Jacob cocked his head to match the Sergal's. "What? I'm fine... You want to leave, that's fine. Sorry I mislead you." The sergal looked at the door, then back to him. "I...I don't want to be a...alone..." He visibly wilted with the end of the announcement. Most people preferred to face criminals and thieves than be around a hound...what? Jacob tried to smile warmly. "Still hungry?" Viz cringed, and set himself to decline, but the rumbling Jacob heard silenced him. Viz walked back and sat down ever so timidly. "Please... Pick anything on the menu. I'll pay for it. You look like you need a good meal." Viz withdrew further at that." I promise, I don't bite, Viz."

Jacob's heart sank with the Sergal's posture. When Viz had gone a minute without choosing, the Waitress having already left, Jacob chose for him. "Ma'am?" The waitress made her way back to the table. "Have you two decided?" Jacob shook his head. "Two T-bone steaks. I'll have a medium-rare. Viz?" He looked to the waitress, a bit distressed. "How would you like your steak, sir?" His expression faultered. "R...rare, please...thanks." She scribbled the order down. "Drinks?" Again, Jacob spoke first. "Beer. Suprise me which." Viz browsed the menu briefly. "Tea." Scribble, scribble and she was off, leaving Biz and Jacob in an awkward and uncomfortable silence.

After the silence became nearly oppressive, Jacob spoke up. "I promise, I'm more calm than most... I go through therapy often to stablize it... I'm not as violent as I used to be." Viz didn't look convinced. "You know, before I joined...before the war, I was just a regular human. I still remember. The injections didn't take all of my memories. I managed to piece together a lot of what I was..." Viz looked a little curious now, a quizical expression diluting the fear a bit. "How? No Hound remembers before the war. That's part of what the injections do... They take away what makes you...well you." Jacob smiled bitterly. Yes, they did. 20 years, he fought, and only 7 years after that, did the memories start coming back. "I was resistant. It didn't take with me...not 100 percent, anyway..." Jacob remembered the war, and how it felt to not feel at all. To only know friend and foe and kill and die... He still had nightmares.

The waitress set the dishes in front of them, the aroma of the steak causing both Viz and Jacob's mouths to water. The traditional mashed potatoes and gravy served along-side, topped with sauteed onions and mushrooms were a marvelous compliment. There was a reason Jacob advised this place. Scraping brought Jacob's focus to his no-longer scared companion diging in to the meal gleefully. He looked like he hadn't eaten in days. Jacob took his time and enjoyed the well-prepared food as the sergal tore into it with wild abandon. Halfway through his meal, Jacob saw Viz finish off the last of his, and look up at him, a blend of a plea and patent emberassment. Jacob smiled at him. "Ma'am?" The waitress, who had beem sitting at the bar, lost in the news playing on TV hopped up, and swiftly made her way to their table. "Yes?" Viz's gaze went to the table, and Jacob answered. "I think my friend would like another." She looked over at his very empty plate, which he seemed to have gone so far as to lick clean. "Right away."

When it got there, Viz finished it with more control than the last. Jacob took the time to stretch out his own meal to match pace with the sergal, finishing three beers over that time. Finally satisfied, the sergal let out a contented sigh. "Enjoyed the food, I take it?" The waitress brought up the bill, which Jacob took care to keep out of Viz's view while he paid. "I haven't had a meal like that in... a while. It was really good." Jacob paid the waitress, and stood to depart. "So, let's head to the hotel, eh? I'll cover your room for tonight. I'll head back after everything's settled. Sound good?" Viz's hackles raised a little. "O-okay..." The walk there was dead-silent. Few people were out driving at this hour, most were asleep. The hotel was small, simple, but comfortable and had decent prices.

The two entered the mostly-deserted lobby, and Jacob breathed in the familiar smell of potpouri and mint. He liked this place. He often came here when he had to get away from base. He strode up to the counter and greeted the canid clerk. "Good evening, sir. Room for two?" Jacob interjected, "No, just one.." he paused as he felt a hand wrap around his upper arm, brief as a lightning-strike. He tensed, false instinct flooding him, and an urge to strike whatever grabbed him surged in him a moment, locking up his muscles as he forced himself to stop. He closed his eyes and breathed a moment, then with a practiced look of concern, turned to face Viz. "What's up?" Viz stared at his feet, whispering just loud enough for Jacob to hear, "Please don't go..."

Jacob slowly turned back to face the clerk, who had an arched brow, having seen his brief conflict. "I'm fine," he answered to the unspoken question. "and you were right. Room for two, please." The clerk turned around and grabbed a key from the rack against the wall. "Name?" Jacob answered, amd gave him all of the information he asked afterwards. "Alright, room 218. Enjoy your stay." With that, he handed over the key and pointed to the stairs. Jacob lead, Viz close behind.

They found the room on the second floor. The interior of the room matched suit with the rest of the building. Homey, comfortable, and like all the rest of the building, it bore that same pleasant smell. After briefly familiarizing himself with the room, Viz informed Jacob he was going to take a shower. While Viz cleaned up, Jacob turned on the TV and sat down. The news bore the same story as every day. Natural disasters, political tensions beginning to flare again, and overexposition of popular people. Some things never changed... He didn't realize he'd fallen asleep until his eyes snapped open to his name being called. "Jacob?" He woke up, the same garbage on the TV as he last remembered. "Hmm? You okay, v-Viz?"

He paused a moment when he turned in his seat to look at Viz. The slender, grey-and-white sergal sat on the bed, one leg folded over the other, a towel the only thing covering his small, bare frame. "I-I-I'm...sorry to wake you... I put my clothes on to wash. I didn't have any to change into... I didn't want you thinking the wrong thing about me being...well...you know, in the room with you. I'll keep the towel on though. Jacob shook his head. "Do what you wish. It really doesn't bother me one way or another." Jacob turned back to the TV and started flippig through channels. "Well...there's one more thing..." Viz sounded more unsure than he had all day. "What's that?" Viz sat quietly until Jacob turned to face him. His eyes were closed, and he looked like he was about to ask if Jacob would shoot him. "Will....will you sleep with me?"

Jacob's mind went blank a moment, unable to process his question. "No, not like that...I'm just..." his words trailed off and fear set in. "Scared. You were robbed earlier. That can be traumatic, I get it. It's just...a bit of an unexpected request... " Jacob ensured himself that his explanation was what the sergal meant, and Viz's silent nod confirmed it. Drowsy as he already was, Jacob walked over to the other bed, and dropped his shirt before settling into the bed, facing away from the middle. He heard Viz shuffle, and get up from the bed, opting to keep his eyes on the wall until he closed them. Then he felt the covers shift, and the sergal slip into the bed. Jacob had laid on top of the sheet to put a layer between them, but Viz apparently had the same idea, and Jacob felt his astoundingly soft, warm fur brush against him, pressing into him for a moment. Jacob stayed silent, despite the odd mix of extreme comfort and discomfort blending awkwardly in his nerves. It was endlessly odd, sleeping side-by-side with another man in the comfort of a bed, but in truth, Viz radiated a wonderful warmth, and his fur was amazingly soft on Jacob's...he realized uncomfortably bare back. He hadn't even registered taking his shirt off, since he had formed a habbit of it. Eventually, and with less dificulty than he'd expected, Jacob fell asleep.

Jacob's eyes popped open as he stirred from his deep sleep. He had rolled over, and was facing away from the door, and toward the bathroom. He didn't see Viz... but in seconds, he didn't need to. "Please...Please, please stay asleep..." he heard the fevered, pleading whisper from below the covers. Just before he realized his pants were just below his waist... Then he felt something staggeringly warm, and disturbingly wet glide up his member, firmly carressing it, bathing his entire body in heat. "Whoah! What the hell?!" Jacob pressed back, throwing himself out of the bed, and onto the ground. A frantic flurry of no's answered him, followed by "I'm so sorry...I didn't mean...I just...I mean...Please, please don't hurt me! I just wanted...oh god." Jacob swiftly got to his feet and pulled up his boxers and pants. "Viz? What were you doing?" His mind just wasn't clicking what was going on. His head was clouded.

From under the covers, a quivering mass spoke out, "I...I wanted to thank you. I'm so sorry. Please don't hurt me." Jacob ran his fingers quickly through his short hair. "Thank me..wha..? I'm not going to hurt you, Viz." The sergal sounded like he was on the verge of tears. "I didn't mean... I just... You've been so nice to me even though... Even if you didn't know..." Jacob sighed. He was frustrated. More than a little because of Viz's sudden advances, certainly because of him not asking, but at LEAST as much so because he wouldn't man up to what he did... "Come on, Viz. I promise, I won't hurt you. Just come out, and we'll talk about this." Vis stopped quivering, and slowly started to emerge from the bed. "See? I told you I wasn't going to hurt you, ma...." he trailed off as the blanket slipped off, and Viz stood fully. Jacob fully expected Viz to be naked...but...

"Ma'am?" Jacob blushed deeply. "Yeah...kind of...I'm sorry, Jacob...I-I..." As tears began to well up, Jacob pulled from the few memories of his childhood, and stepped up to Viz as he...she...Vis began to snivel. With no warning, Jacob wrapped his arms around the sergal, pulling him into a hug. Little good that did... Viz began to sob openly. "Why is it like this? I got lost, robbed... Then I finally find someone nice...and I screw that up too?!" Jacob held Viz tightly...what else could he do? As the tears dried up, Jacob let Viz go. "Better?" The tear-stained sergal nodded. "You know that you don't owe me, right?" Again, Viz simply nodded. "So...now you know, huh? I'm still a guy up here...but a girl down there... Sorry I didn't tell you earlier..." Jacob didn't really know what to say about that. "I'm sorry I tried to...you know...It's just... It's been so damned long, and...well, you were so nice even though you're a hou...soldier..." Jacob's emotions jumbled up. He couldn't recall the last time....or even a single time he had sex. Viz must have seen him considdering the offer. For the first time, he showed his initiative. "Um...if you're interested, we can still...?" Jacob was still frozen. "I..I'm not sure about...er, I've never seen a sergal female before...you're very, erm, different." Viz seemed to puzzle over that a moment. "Do you want to see?" Without giving him a chance to answer, Viz lay back on the bed, legs spread, revealing his flushed, red flesh. As Jacob drew near, Viz lifted the odd tongue-like appendage, revealing his wet, needy female parts. "That's...er...that's my clitoral hood." The hood waved slightly for emphasis. "The rest is pretty much the same, I'd guess..." His walls squeezed out a bead of viscous fluid. Jacob felt a bit awkward with this impromptu anatomy lesson, but couldn't shake his rising arousal. Viz was feminine enough in form...and he had female equipment. The only tell was his voice, really... "Do you want to touch it, Jacob?"

There was a certain desire in Viz's voice, a certain heat... Without thinking, Jacob knelt in front of Viz, and reached out a finger, testing the feel of the hot, wet flesh. Viz's hood dextrously wrapped itself around his extended index finger, coating it in some of his lubricant the hood had been holding back. Viz let out a shaky moan, and his walls squeezed, pushing out a slight dribble of his liquid need. His hood tugged his finger inwards. Jacob complied, pressing his finger shallowly into the tunnel, which immediately drew a response. The tunnels instantly squeezed his fingers for dear life, pullling a groaning sigh out of Viz as the raw heat of his insides traveled up his finger. He was sweltering on the inside. "Oh god.... Can...can you ..." he paused to gasp. Jacob recluctantly, and with some effort drew his finger out of Viz, a string of his juices breaking as the distance grew too much. "God, please...put it in..." Jacob stood back up, undid his pants, and dropped his boxers. Jacob wasn't exceptionally well-endowed, at an average 8-inches, fully erect, but it didn't seem to bother Viz.

His breathing had picked up pace, and his arousal was strongly aparent. The tunnel seemed to squeeze and release of its own accord, squeezing out more and more of his hot, sticky fluid. Carefully, slowly, Jacob pressed his member up against Viz's entrance. It took his full control and focus not to press all the way in. "Are you s..." before he could finish, Viz's hood wrapped around the base and pulled him in as deep as he could. Viz yelped loudly, startling Jacob. Then a surge of heat and unparalelled pleasure coursed through his body. Viz was practically growling as his hot clenching depths worked as hard as they could to draw him even deeper in. Jacob pulled back, squeezing his eyes shut with the effort required. It didn't feel nearly so tight when he pressed in the first time, but the second thrust met much more resistance and Viz cried out, his tail wrapping around Jacob's leg as the two struggled to keep control over themselves. Jacob started pressing in and out steadily with immense effort, each thrust meeting Viz's tail-base, and each pull letting out more of Viz's desire, which was beginning to pool under them. Jacob couldn't help but pick up his pace, his acceleration raising the pitch and fire of the sergal's grunts and whimpers. Jacob lowered himself, his hands planted to either side of Viz, and continued to fight his way in and out of a struggling sergal beneath him. As Jacob reached a fever-pitch, Viz cried out like a beast, wrapped his arms around Jacob and squeezed him as hard as he could while his insides went mad squeezing and pulsing, drawing Jacob to a barrier inside of him. Just before he lost all control, his own stomach clenching as he burst. The two collapsed, one mass of hot, panting mess.

"G...gods, I needed...Oh, I needed that..." Viz struggled to speak between panting. Jacob did the same, with little more success. "W...Wow. You...you know what?" Jacob paused to breathe deeply, and level out his heart rate. "That...was amazing, Viz." Jacob pulled himself free with a wet squelch, soiling the bedding with yet more of their combined lovemaking. He rolled over and lay Viz's left, relaxing, and feeling more relaxed and comfortable than he had in a very long time. "Hey, Viz," the sergal looked over at him in acknowledgement. "Thanks. This might sound odd, all things considdered, but I needed some company tonight. It was nice not to be alone." Viz smiled openly for the first time today. "I'm glad you stayed with me. I was really worried."

After a moment of just relaxing, Jacob spoke up. "We ought to get some sleep." Viz sighed loudly. "Yeah... Um...can we switch beds? I kinda made a mess of this one." Jacob couldn't help but laugh, something he hadn't done in a long time...