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[b][u][center]Darren's Days Off

Part 1

For Taiko

By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

Darren had been rather surprised at the 'vacation' that Kai Lee offered him. 'Vacation', because it wasn't exactly optional. The snow leopard had pointed out that he had been working non-stop for the last two weeks on a high-level project away from home, something that had done good things for his employer's corporation, but was still two weeks with very little in the way of rest and a great deal in the way of hard work and little compensation.

[i]Rest,[/i] his boss had said, and in less than an hour, Darren had found himself booked on a flight to Opal Lake, meant to take time off to see his family and enjoy some time to himself. The whole thing had been accomplished so quickly that he half-wondered if his boss had put him out for part of it.

Regardless, Darren would be the first to admit that he was probably in need of the vacation. He [i]had[/i] been working on four hours or less sleep per night for the past month or so, and it had gotten quite a bit worse when he had been pushed to get that project finished. Pushed by himself, for that matter, rather than by anyone else. He supposed that, in the grand scheme of things, he probably did need some rest and relaxation.

Still…

Darren waited until the flight attendant continued her trip towards the back of the plane, and then slowly pulled his shirt to the side. The buttons came undone easily, and his cheeks burned ever so slightly as he looked at the footprint that was all but tattooed into his chest. Back with the boss, or even in Novus Ager, that didn't bring much attention, but while he was home, that was going to be a trifle difficult to explain.

Particularly to his dad. His father had been over the moon about all the prestige of getting a good job so high up in a company, but if his dad found out that it was partially because he was sleeping with the boss…

[i]Well, he'll just have to not find out,[/i] Darren thought, pulling his shirt closed again. [i]We'll just have a good time, hang out, and then in a week, I'll head back to work and this will all be done.[/i]

He sighed, pinching his nose as the plane flew on. The fact that he had almost thought of going back 'home' as going back to work, and going back to work as going 'home,' was probably something indicative of needing therapy of some sort. He'd have to ask Kai Lee about that, too, when this whole thing was over.

In the meantime, he closed his eyes and did his best to sleep through the long, long, [i]long[/i] flight back from Kusan City…

#

Opal City had a small airport on the outskirts, something for little puddle-jump planes that went over the coast to the nearby areas, or taking in flights from nearby Novus Ager. Most days, Darren would have taken the plane to Novus Ager airport rather than paying the additional expense to make it from the big city to the little one, but he was flying on corporate money today. He landed in Opal City, one of precisely three passengers that was on the dingy little plane, and he groaned as he dragged himself out of the rattling tube of metal to the tarmac below.

As his suitcases were lowered down, he half-expected to be met with some limo driver or something. It would have been the sort of thing that his employer would have pulled, and something that would have utterly embarrassed him to accept. Instead, he found himself approached by a taxi, albeit a cleaner-than-usual one, followed by a rabbit hopping out and nodding at him.

“Mr. Huff?" the rabbit asked.

“That's me."

“I'm here to take you wherever you need to go."

“K. L. Inc?"

“That's who hired me, yeah."

[i]Guessing that Dad and Riche were busy…[/i]

Well, it couldn't be helped. Maybe they were waiting back at the family house, maybe not, but at least he got a ride, and it was covered. Better than nothing.

“Thanks," he said, dragging his luggage to the back of the taxi. Once it was fully loaded, he started to make his way to the back, only for the rabbit to get the door for him. “I can do that myself, you know."

“It's orders. Whoever's paying for this is paying extra to make sure that you don't do any extra work."

“…Thanks, I think."

“You're welcome, sir."

The rabbit clearly didn't have the sort of training that someone that had been in the service industry would have, but he let that go. He had been part of that for so long now that he just did it by habit, rather than by thought. And besides, this wasn't something that most drivers would have to do.

[i]I can handle myself, you know…[/i]

Despite that, he smiled, climbing into the back of the taxi and leaning his head back. The whole idea that he had an employer that wanted him to take it easy from time to time was part of the benefits of working with Kai Lee. The snow leopard pushed for the best when the time came, but he didn't have that tyrant mindset that made the hospitality industry so horrifying for so many people. He was just focused on results, and he knew that results were best achieved by having people motivated to do their best.

As he got comfortable, however, his loose shirt slipped, and a hint of the footprint on his chest was visible. He blushed, particularly as the rabbit paused in getting the gears shifted, and pulled his shirt over it again.

“So, uh…what's that thing?" the driver asked. “Some kinda tattoo?"

“Something like that."

“Was it me, or did it look kinda like a…"

“Let's not go there, okay?" Darren rubbed the back of his neck. “It's just a thing."

“Fair enough, sir."

That was probably the best reaction that he was going to get, he realized, and he closed his eyes again. Time to rest, and hope that the rabbit was just going to drive him home without any further interruptions. He needed to come up with something to tell his father and his brother about that thing before they started asking questions, too. Or find some way to get to the store and pick up a lot of body-paint; he had a feeling that different shirts weren't going to help.

#

[i]Annnnd of course they're busy…[/i]

He hadn't expected his mother to be around; she was as much, if not more, of a workaholic than he was. She was off at a business convention for the duration of his trip, though she had left a note for him in the kitchen in a nice envelope and on very professional paper and letterhead. She wanted to have a call with him when she could, even if she couldn't be there, so at least there was that.

His father, however, was busy for the next day and a half helping someone on the other side of town move, while Riche was off helping at a summer camp. Coaching or something. Considering that his dad was probably a little bit past his prime when it came to moving these days, even if his father came back that night, he'd be too exhausted to talk or spend time together, and Riche would have to stay overnight at the camp.

[i]Looks like I'm taking care of myself tonight.[/i]

Darren occupied himself with unpacking for a while. There was an art to moving from living out of the suitcase to living out of a closet again – as opposed to living in it – and there was something soothing about unfolding, smoothing out, and generally arranging his life to be what he wanted it to be. He was actually rather proud of himself as he started making his room his own again. Previously, he would have dumped his suitcases and been done with it, but with all that Kai Lee had done with him, he'd started losing some of those disorganized behaviors.

[i]Sloppy room is a sloppy mind,[/i] he paraphrased one of the snow leopard's dictums. It wasn't entirely true, but it was true enough for his case, and he had to admit, ever since he'd started keeping his quarters more organized, he was generally more productive with his work. Considering how he valued himself with how much he was able to get done, that meant that he tended to feel better about himself, in turn.

[i]…Yes, definitely time to start considering therapy with that…[/i]

Once he was unpacked, he stretched. With the nap on the plane and the nap in the taxi, he was surprisingly well-rested. He had expected to arrive tired, too tired to do much besides talk, but at that moment, all he wanted to do was move around, find things that needed doing, be productive and useful.

He'd need to burn that off before he could get to sleep, and soon, if he didn't want to screw himself over with the whole jet-lag issue. Darren glanced at the clock. Two PM. That meant that he had some time to go walking, at least, and maybe there'd be something in the old neighborhood that he could recognize as he walked through. Maybe a few people from when he used to live here, too.

[i]Worth a shot.[/i]

Shrugging, he pulled off his sweaty travel clothes, tossing them into a small heap in the corner of the room. He excused that as still keeping the dirty things organized by putting them all in the same place, but paused before he could reach for clean stuff as he saw himself in the mirror.

[i]…[/i]

Darren turned, looking at his naked body in the mirror. He had always been fairly well-built, what with the effort that he put into keeping his body in shape with a home-gym of free-weights and few other tools, but he'd gone past that. The fitness regimen that he was on, combined with the way that Kai Lee had occasionally pulled him into self-defense lessons, meant that he was…

Well, the appropriate phrase would probably be 'ripped.' His arms bulged at the shoulders and most of the way down to his elbows, and his upper back and chest had a definite muscular support to them that pushed them forward and really gave him a good reason to think that his shirts were tighter, of late. He turned slowly, looking down his body. Most people that had gotten this level of muscle ran the risk of making their head look rather small, but so far, he was still in good proportion with himself.

He smiled. He was not an arrogant person, so he often didn't take much time to look at himself, but with nobody else in the house, his boss a couple of continents away, and just generally feeling good, he couldn't help but look a bit longer. He ran his hands down his chest and over his abs, trying not to feel a faint hint of embarrassment as he touched the footprint on his chest again, and then brought his hands down to his hips.

[i]I'm…doing pretty good for myself,[/i] he thought. [i]A fine piece of man…[/i]

It was hard to think that. He didn't know why; his reflection was pretty empirical evidence that he was. Even with a little sweat making him look like half-melted chocolate in this light, it was well-muscled chocolate, at least, and…reasonably well-hung.

He reached down and touched his cock. No longer restrained by a damp pair of briefs, he hung down pretty far. About eight inches or so, well enough to show between his legs, and his balls swung just enough to be a show in their own right. He flicked his shaft from side to side, indulging himself in a bit of a childish sway before shaking his head.

“Clothes," he muttered out loud, and the sound of his own voice was enough to shock him out of what he was doing.

He quickly got dressed. Pair of jeans, white t-shirt, something that would be casual and comfortable. A pair of black socks and his jogging shoes followed, and he left his room behind, barely stopping to stuff his wallet and house keys in his pocket as he made his way back to the front door.

[i]Better make sure not to take too long getting back. Don't want to leave it empty for long.[/i]

#

The warm day wasn't exactly something that made him feel more awake. If anything, Darren felt like he was drifting off as he made his way down to the old neighborhood. Opal City wasn't [i]really[/i] a city in the full meaning of things, closer to a large town than a real city, and he quickly found himself seeing a lot of familiar things that he remembered being much further away from each other.

[i]Goes to show how it feels when you're a kid,[/i] he thought, wandering down the street, looking left and right. The old library was right up the street from the pizza place that he remembered eating at many times when he was a kid, always waiting for his dad and brother to be done so that they could hurry on, feeling like the car took forever to get there.

The old memory actually made him feel a bit childish, if happily warm from the old thoughts. Maybe he should check out the library again sometime while he was visiting. There were other good memories there.

As he walked down from the public park that surrounded the library, he entered another residential area. Most of the houses were at least half-familiar, usually from a memory of a birthday party when he was still in school, or something where he had been invited over for some helpful function. His family had long-since instilled that responsibility of being good neighbors, and his father wasn't the only one that had helped neighbors out during the course of their stay in Opal City. It was just a thing that the Huff family did; they helped.

Walking down the sidewalk, hands in his pockets, Darren was keeping a mental tally of how many people he'd helped and how many he just knew – the tally definitely skewing towards the former – when he stumbled to a halt as a car came rocketing out from around one of the houses. He stutter-stepped backwards, barely avoiding getting his toes run over, and the car came to a sudden halt, a stag pulling himself out of the driver's seat.

“Holy shit, are you okay?" the antlered man asked.

“I…think so. That was close."

“Sorry. I was in a hurry, and – hey…don't I know – Darren? Darren Huff?"

“…" Darren blinked, looking at the stag. He thought he knew him, but the name didn't come to him at first. Then, as the big guy pushed his glasses back into place, the light reflecting off them, he grinned. “Hart. It's been a long time."

“You can say that again. Geez, when did you move back?"

“I didn't. I'm just here on a visit, sadly."

“Well, that's a shame. Come on, let's go inside for a minute."

“Don't you have to –"

“Nah, it's just some washing that has to be done. Come on. Let's get a drink, at least."

Minutes later, they were sharing the couch in Hart's living room. The slight discontinuity of the leather couch and big, opulent space compared to what he remembered Hart's life as being was solved a moment later.

“My aunt and uncle invited me to housesit," the stag explained. “Otherwise, I'd be in a dingy little apartment at the edge of town."

“Ah, yes. The whole 'look after my better place and envy me,' right?"

“Heh, something like that. They never did like that I didn't want to go for the big city."

“Well, it's got its perks."

“And it's downsides. Everybody always in a hurry, everything having to be done [i]right now.[/i] I tell you, what's wrong with taking it easy and doing it when it needs doing?"

“…Is that why you were in such a hurry with getting that car out?" Darren asked, nodding his head back towards the driveway. “Looks like it needs a wash pretty badly...and you need to do it before your aunt and uncle get back, hmm?"

“Uh…yeah, got a point there, I guess."

“Still just waiting until the last minute to get things done, hmm?"

That had always been Hart's way, even when they'd known one another back in school. Darren had applied himself to get things done as fast as possible – pragmatic, really, considering that his schedule was already full to bursting, and if he didn't do things as soon as they came in, his volunteer work would have rendered him incapable of doing it at all – while the stag had been one to wait…and wait…and wait some more. There were times when everyone in class had just assumed that he'd get kicked out one day, but he always managed to scrape through at the last second, usually complaining about there never being enough time.

Everyone had always rolled their eyes and gone with it. There were rumors, particularly towards the end of high school, that the stag had gone to the teachers and said a few things, done a few things to get extra credit, but there was never any proof of it. Just this feeling, really, that there was something a little shady going on, considering that there was no way in hell that Hart should have ever graduated high school. All brains, no motivation, and no work: that had been Hart all over.

But he was still as charming as ever. Darren smiled, shaking his head as he put his water down on a coaster.

“Well, do you need some help with that?" he asked.

“What, you have time?"

“Well, a little. And I have some energy to burn."

“You come here on vacation, and the first thing you do is volunteer to help someone else out?" Hart shook his head. “Darren, sometimes, I swear you're not human."

“Well, I am. I mean, look at me."

“I have been. There's a lot to look at."

“I…well, thanks."

“Heh." Hart shook his head, putting his own drink off to the side. “Hey. Before we get started, I wanted to show you something. Just…just a little thing. Haven't touched it in years. But – you mind?"

“Yeah, sure, go ahead."

Hart nodded, reaching under the collar of his t-shirt. Darren leaned back, one leg crossed over the other. Some family heirloom, or –

The stag pulled a large, gold-chained necklace out from under his shirt, holding it out by the chain and letting a shimmering, blue-black stone fall down. There were little white spots spread through it, and as it turned, slowly rotating, he found them sparkling in his eyes.

“Holy – what is that?" Darren asked. “That looks almost as valuable as the house."

“The one good thing that my dad gave me. It's kind of an heirloom."

“It's beautiful."

“Isn't it? Just keep looking at it. It gets even more beautiful the more you stare."

“It really is something. I would imagine that…"

Darren trailed off as the sparkles continued to go off. Something in the back of his mind tracked that, curious, feeling that it was a little off, that something else should have been happening by now. Surely, the light shouldn't catch that many points on a smooth stone, should it?

And yet it was. He kept staring, each little flicker of light feeling different, a little more…potent. A little brighter. A little more eye-catching. It was more fascinating by the second, and as he leaned in further, he heard Hart saying…something. Something different. Something…

Something that didn't matter…

At least, not that much…

#

[i]Darren looked up at the clear sky, thoughts of a proper vacation and what a proper one this was already leaving him with a grin on his face. The warmth of the summer sun spread across his bare chest and legs like a warm blanket, leaving him contented and happy. He looked back down, seeing the rising tide slowly coming for him. It swept at the sand just under his feet, and he chuckled happily, rolling his ankles slightly against the mud before it turned to sand again, and then turned to mud once more with the wave.

He looked down at his hand, saw that he had a good, full drink waiting for him, and took a sip of it. The cold going down his throat was the perfect counterpart to the hot sun, and he sighed happily.

“More, sir?"

He turned. A handsome fox looked down at him, one that had been obviously hitting the gym for a while with all his gains. He wore a speedo even more revealing than the one that Darren himself wore, and held a pitcher of clear liquid. No clue what was it in, but there was ice, and it was cold.

“Sure," he said, holding out his drink.

“Excellent."

After a quick refill, the fox moved behind him, massaging his shoulders. Darren groaned under his breath, leaning his head back and almost resting it in the fox's lap. There was something nice and comforting about that, though what it might have been, he didn't know. He just let himself enjoy it.

After all, he was on vacation. A nice, warm, relaxing vacation. All he had to do was let things happen. Everything would take care of themselves. There was no need for him to do anything but lean back, relax, and enjoy what he got to experience.

The fox's bulge pressed against the back of his head, and he smiled as he felt the soft pressure of another manhood grinding back there. He looked up at the fox, shaking his head.

“You can take it off…if you want."

“I'm fine as it is, sir."

“Heh…if you're sure."

And as the waves rose higher, he sunk deeper. Happy. Warm. Content.[/i]

#

“You're doing an amazing job there, Darren," Hart said, sipping at a beer with a small chuckle. “Just keep on doing that. Juuuuust that."

The sight of the dark-skinned human slowly swaying his ass while he washed the cars was just what Hart had needed. Not necessarily that it had to be a human doing it, but good fuck, it was hot to watch someone that good looking get naked and wash things. The suds running down Darren's chest and shoulders, the few bubbles that made it all the way down the human's back and collected on his muscular butt cheeks, the way that he just looked hot as hell…

[i]You really got something for yourself, Darren,[/i] he thought, taking another sip. [i]Can't tell if I'm envious or not…Too much hard work for me, but maybe the rewards were worth it.[/i]

Someone certainly had thought that Darren was worth it, that was for sure. That sort of mark on his chest had definitely come from someone else. Not a needle, that's for damn sure. Nobody got a footprint that perfect. Question was, had that been just pressed in with some high-pressure stamp, or had Darren found one of those supers to take a whole different interest than usual in him?

Hart felt like he could probably figure it out. He'd already determined that it was a feline's footprint on him, anyway, and from there, it wouldn't be that hard to narrow things down, but that would be [i]work.[/i] The whole point here was to avoid that.

Instead, he just imagined what Darren might have gotten up to with the lucky man that had marked him like that. And it was a man, he had no doubt of that. Darren had always been the sort to –

The stag spaced out for a moment as Darren leaned forward over the hood of the car, pushing his ass back that little bit more. Oh, that was a view. That was a [i]hell[/i] of a view, and one that he wished that he could enjoy just a little bit more intimately.

Unfortunately, there were limits to his little hypnotic pendulum. Getting someone to do embarrassing tasks was one thing; they almost always responded to that and did what they were told without complaint. Getting them to stay under when he was having his fun with them, however, was always a lot harder.

[i]Like that time in high school…[/i]

He remembered that he had always had this argument with a human gym teacher, someone that had been such an ass to him and to some of the other anthro students that had gone to the mixed school. He didn't even remember the coach's name, but he remembered pushing him down, even going to town by face-fucking him when he had been in trance.

That had led to going to the hospital with some embarrassing bites on his dick, but he had been able to cover up the events. It had made it clear that he couldn't do such violent things to someone under hypnosis, either. He had to make sure that they were completely in the mood for something like that before trying to take them into it.

And Darren…

Hart sighed. Much as he would have liked to take it further with the human, he doubted that he would be able to just ram his dick in. He adjusted himself in his jeans, shaking his head as those muscular cheeks swayed from side to side. Darren leaned over the car again, cock sliding through the watery spray that ran down the painted hood.

[i]Fuck…[/i]

The idea of putting the human under him in that moment was almost overpowering. He was so hard it hurt. But…he wasn't that sort of stag anymore. He wasn't the guy that would make that sort of decision or push someone without their permission.

More's the pity. He would have liked it.

As his cock throbbed, begging for him to do it anyway, he grumbled and made a compromise with it. Getting to his feet, he walked up behind the naked man. Darren didn't so much as look up from the car as Hart leaned over him from behind, rubbing his long-time friend up from thigh to cheek. He squeezed, testing for a reaction, but there was none.

[i]Heh, always so helpful; not even tightening up to slow me down…[/i]

The people-pleasers always were, but Darren was a special case. His whole family was. There were plenty of people that had always taken advantage of that socially, but they were just that helpful and kind and…well, mostly good. There were some frictions between Darren's father and some of the community, but only in the way of old-fashioned ideals hitting the new, right way of thinking. He was still a good guy…mostly.

Darren, however, always had that good-hearted, finding-time sort of mentality to make things better. He rubbed his hand up a bit further, feeling in ways that he hadn't done since that graduation party all those years back. A little bit of half-drunk, half-hypnotic fun that had never gotten further than groping around, but this was somehow better. More muscle there than there used to be, and further between –

[i]Oh, what the hell?[/i]

Hart pushed a finger forward, and managed to sink it past the rim of Darren's pucker. He half-expected that to jolt the human back to awareness, but nothing happened. Instead, Darren just groaned, almost like his little fantasy vacation had just gotten better.

[i]Wonder what he's dreaming of in there?[/i] Hart thought, dragging his finger in, out, in, out. [i]Well, nothing I can do about that…[/i]

He had already implanted just enough of a vacation to keep Darren busy, happy, relaxed while he did the work. By the time that they were done, Darren would be, arguably, more mentally rested than he had been at the start of it. Nothing could be done about the physical tiredness, but, hey. Hart excused that by reminding himself that Darren wanted to burn some energy, anyway.

As he wiggled his finger around inside the human's hole, he could feel the inner walls clenching down, pulling at him. Some big guy had obviously trained Darren to use his hole more than he used to, because that was some serious muscle-work back there. He could already imagine what that would feel like around his dick, and he grumbled as he knew that there was no way that he was going to get that sort of treatment. Not right now, at least, and possibly not ever.

But he could still enjoy this. He slowly pushed in, and out, feeling the soft clenching, and he gently rubbed his own cock in time.

“Just enjoy your vacation…while I enjoy the show…"

He was half-sure that he could feel Darren's cock rising, and he imagined that whatever else had happened in the little hypnotic dream that the human was in, it was at least enjoyable.

#

Darren groaned as he rolled his head forward, shaking off a dream that consisted of a rather friendly octopus man and several orcas that had been rubbing him from head to toe – including one such rubbing happening a little lower than he expected – and he almost tumbled off the side of a dinner chair. Hart caught him at the last second, pushing him upright once more.

“Sorry, you okay?" the stag asked.

“Yeah, fine. Just…kinda dozed off, I guess."

“Heh, that happens. You were working pretty hard."

“Funny. I don't remember working."

“It was a hot day. You pushed yourself a little too hard, and I had to bring you inside to keep you from getting heatstroke. You've been sleeping it off over here."

“Huh."

Darren shook his head, kind of surprised that he had done so much without really remembering it, but considering just how hard he worked, and how he was still pretty tired…well, he supposed it tracked. It wasn't the first time that he'd gotten something done without really remembering it.

As he sat up properly, he rested his hand against his chest, feeling the buttons on his shirt. They felt a little off, almost like someone else had put them back on, but if he'd gotten heatstroke, then he supposed that Hart might have had to do that. He shook his head. A mystery for another time.

He started to get to his feet, only for his legs to wobble under him, forcing him back down to the chair. The stag chuckled.

“Might want to stay down for a minute. You've been working for hours. Here. I've got some dinner ready."

“Were you cooking while I was –"

“Did I say hours? I meant [i]an[/i] hour."

“…Really?"

“Of course, of course," Hart said, returning to the table with a platter of spiced potatoes, couscous, and a large platter of Moroccan-spiced vegetable stew. “Otherwise, how would I have gotten all this ready while you were asleep? Not like I would have let you work alone, right?"

“Wouldn't be the first time."

“Are you going to eat or not?"

“I never turn down food."

As Darren took his plate and started dishing up food, he glanced sideways at the clock. It said that it was about five in the evening, which meant he should probably get back to his house in another two hours. However, that still gave him another hour and a half here with Hart, which would be a good way to spend the evening. He could catch up, the two of them could enjoy each other's company, and maybe, at the end of it, he'd have that feeling of being home again that hadn't really caught up with him just yet. It'd be nice to have it good and entrenched by the time that the rest of his family got home.

As ever, the food was delicious. Hart had always been a pretty good cook when he could be bothered to do anything in the kitchen, and this was no exception. He spooned the stew over the potatoes, kept the couscous on the side, and just enjoyed everything that was on offer. Through the whole experience, Hart continued to stare at him from across the table, always reminding him that he was welcome…and always feeling just a little bit over-interested.

He put it out of his mind. For now, he was going to focus on the food, and believe that if there was something off, Hart would just tell him.

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]

Summary: Darren, one of Kai Lee's associates, goes home for a small vacation. He ends up getting some interesting attention from some people he's almost forgotten.

Tags: M/M, Human, Stag, Nudity, Hypnosis, Groping, Fingering, Erection, Dreams, Taken Advantage Of, Playful, Respectful, Friends, Series,