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Shots rang through the hallway in two directions, the echoes of crackling bolts reverberating off of metal walls. On one end of the gunfire were a set of guards, clearly prepped for a fight but with appearances that tried to suggest they weren’t; the reinforced clothing was clearly designed to hide the gear that kept them relatively safer. On the other end were two individuals in a rush to get away, a monitor lizard and a human, trying to evade the bolts being hurled their direction. They were dressed lightly, in jumpsuits that had a minimum of gear, and clearly hadn’t been designed for a heavy combat situation.

“Why does it always turn out like this?” hissed the lizard as they careened around a corner, two bolts impacting the wall behind them. “I swear we weren’t that loud.”

“Paranoia makes you sensitive,” muttered the human. “They’ve probably locked things down. We’re going to have to find some place to hide away while Carissa and Aylie make their way over.”

“Perfect. I hope you know where we can go, Kirk. I’d rather not die for real if I can help it.”

“I scoped out some empty rooms, we just have to get there. Hopefully there’s only the group chasing us…if not, we’re in trouble.” They shot down another corner, before the group following behind had reached theirs, and Kirk rolled a spherical object behind them, which let out a blast and hissed a gaseous substance into the air. It wouldn’t stop the pursuit, but it would buy them a few seconds, and that was what they needed. “Almost there, keep firing and make sure they can’t gain on us, Tarant!”

“Way ahead of you!” Tarant hadn’t stopped firing; his weapon’s battery was rapidly approaching empty, but he wasn’t going to waste time on conservation when that could cost them dearly. He hoped badly that Kirk knew where he was going, otherwise things were going to get very bad very quickly.

Not that they ever weren’t...that was why they were where they were. Spies took the big risks.

And theirs were bigger than most. It would have been different if it was a government gig - governments spied on each other and did subtle manipulations all the time, and there was backing there, money and authority - a lot of spies were simply sent back to where they were from if they didn’t have anything useful. But governments almost exclusively spied on governments, and rarely did they touch anything else, especially at home. Sure, there was the occasional terrorist sting, but that didn’t touch some of the real criminal enterprises - namely, those hiding behind corporate fronts. The illegal activities of business moguls ran mostly unchecked, never being brought to light...and there were few to stand up to them.

Until the Revenants came along. An organization of such secrecy that few actually knew of their existence, and those who did were either their targets or hardly trusted them. After all, if they were so secret, who knew what they were truly up to? But trust wasn’t their concern - the secrecy was necessary, to keep them from being taken down by the people they targeted. They were purely corporate spies, unmasking the disgusting things greedy men and women did in the name of profit. Gathering evidence and disseminating it through clandestine channels, they had toppled some big names, and many were on notice that they were targets. Sadly, it seemed this deterred few from continuing their schemes - the lust for the dollar was their only concern.

Their numbers weren’t too great, but they had plenty of tech on their side. It was their only real advantage, though - the Revenants were definitively on their own, there was no trying to contact any legitimate authority if they got caught on the job. In order to be an agent of the Revenants, one had to be legally dead - all ties to everything in their lives severed, a death certificate entered, the books closed on those chapters. And that meant that anything that revealed you might not actually be dead was off limits. No talking to anyone you knew before, no presence online, not even anonymous tips. And generally, no leaving bodies behind unless it was absolutely impossible to avoid - their weapons were stunners only, designed to stop a pursuer long enough to make a getaway. It was a stacked deck against them, and they all knew it...and they persisted, because they saw the state of things as desperate enough that it was necessary.

In a sudden motion, Kirk dove into an open room. Tarant almost ran by it, before hurling himself inside while his human partner slammed the door shut. Quickly the two worked to put up a barricade, stacking pieces of furniture against the door and wedging it shut with whatever they could find. It wasn’t perfect - bullets could still go through it, after all...but the guards had been wielding stunners as well, which meant that they were aiming to capture the pair alive. Which was even worse news for them.

“Great...so our big idea is being trapped in here?” Tarant asked through panting breaths. “They’ll probably just off us and consider it done.”

Kirk shook his head. “No way. They want info, I’m sure of it. They’ll be perfectly happy to wait us out, they’ll think we have no way of escaping...and we’ll have time to prepare for our way out.”

“We need a few strokes of luck for that.” Tarant slumped onto the ground in a bare corner of the room away from the door, tail tip twitching in frustration. “Ngh...why does this always happen to us? What the hell are we doing wrong?”

“Hell if I know. If I did, I’d be trying to put a stop to it. But as far as I can tell we did everything right...it was just a freaky bit of bad luck that that guy was checking for someone.”

“It’s happened too often to just be bad luck all the time. We’re a fucking running joke, Kirk, they place bets on how soon we get caught! And hell, I’ve won a couple of them by betting against myself!”

“You think I don’t know that? I’ve been trying to figure it out, but unless one of us is giving off an aura that no one but evil people can detect, I’m stumped. Hey, at least we’ve also got a reputation for getting out of the most sticky situations, right?”

“The more we get in, the sooner that luck is gonna run out. I’d like to at least make a few more clean getaways than we do...something that tells me that I’m not gonna be a goddamn liability.”

“We’ll figure it out. Maybe more stealth training, we’re probably doing something we just don’t recognize. Let’s talk about this after we’re out of here, though. Right now, we need to be preparing for the coming clash. How’s your arsenal looking?”

“Thin. I’ve got two spare batteries but not a whole lot of heavy stuff on me. A couple flashbombs and smokers, and a mesmer disk, but that’s about it. You?”

“I’ve got a few more tricks left up my sleeve, but they’re dicey. My powderbombs are probably the best I’ve got for the hallways, and I’ve got two mesmer disks, but my gun’s kinda drained and I only have one spare battery on me. We’ll need to really book it, because they’ll be ready for us.”

“No kidding. Well, guess we’re waiting for a bit. I hope you don’t mind if I don’t feel like talking.”

“Silence is probably best anyway, we’ll be able to hear stuff going on outside, if there is anything. But it’ll be okay...we’ll get out. We always do.”

---

“We should’ve had audio in our rooms as well. I can’t tell what they’re saying.” The man glowering at the cameras was clearly very important and very self-important. “They could be revealing secrets about the Revenants right now!”

“I think they probably wouldn’t do that, sir,” said a smaller and meeker man sitting in front of the console. “Are you sure you want to do this? I could probably release something much deadlier in there, we could be rid of them…”

“And lose the chance to finally expose these thorns once and for all? Not a chance. I want them alive, and ready to talk. We’ll get information out of them yet, and then we’ll make sure the Revenants never bother us again. You’ll use the compound I specified, and no other if you want to live.”

“I-if you insist, sir...I don’t really know how this is supposed to work, though. You think that they’ll be more likely to talk when-”

“When they’re physically and mentally exhausted, and in a state very conducive to being overwhelmed. Force a man to talk in anguish and they’ll say whatever you want to hear, whether it’s true or not...make them more pliable, and they’ll be more susceptible to wheedling information out of them. I have a guarantee that it will work. Do it. I’m not going to be watching the process, but I will hear if you mess something up. Do you understand?”

“Completely, sir.” The tech still wasn’t sure about it, but he could tell there was no questioning the boss at this point. Resignedly, he clicked a couple buttons and levers on the console, and then sat back and watched. At least he was going to get a show out of it...the boss may not have had any interest, but he rather liked to watch.

---

The hissing that came through the vents was more than audible in the silence. Immediately both of them looked up at the vents and grimaced. “Fuck. They’re smoking us out.” Tarant stood up, while still trying to stay lower to the ground.

“No, up, it’s most likely heavier than air,” Kirk said forcefully. “We’re going to have to move the furniture. Otherwise...oh, shit. Wait.”

“Wait? There’s gas coming in!”

“Yeah, and they’re probably making sure it stays in.” Quietly, Kirk clambered onto the furniture and leaned towards the door, blowing in the crack where the frame was. The blowback of his breath was enough to tell him the bad news. “Sealed. We’re boned.”

“Motherfucker. What can we do?”

“I don’t know. There aren’t any other exits. And the air’s probably going to become suffused too quickly for us to avoid it anywhere. They want us alive, though, so it’s probably not gonna be fatal...I just don’t know what it’s going to do.”

Tarant growled darkly. “Doesn’t make me any happier.”

“Nor me. But what the fuck do you want me to say?”

“I...don’t know, it’s just…ngh…” Tarant shook his head, like he was trying to shake something off, and put a hand up to his temple. His emotions were starting to become a bit unsteady...and he was feeling hot all over. “I...feel weird. Kirk...it’s…”

Kirk was starting to feel it, too, the heat coming over him. “Ugh...what...I...don’t know...what this is…”

“Mmf...gotta…gotta cool down…” Tarant could feel his heart racing, his head was spinning a bit...he felt too hot, he had to get cooler, and the only thing that could come to mind was getting out of the tight jumpsuit. He reached back and pulled down the zipper, opening it up all the way, and sliding his limbs out of the sleeves. Modesty wasn’t really an issue for him, even if he had been in the right state of mind, they all knew each other’s bodies as a matter of course, in case one of them got replaced. But as he shucked the garment off of him, it was clear one part of him was misbehaving, as his puffy slit was starting to have a pinkness poking through.

He wasn’t the only one, though. Kirk had reacted the same way as Tarant had, working himself out of his jumpsuit to try to cool off, though his freely sweating body wasn’t really feeling much cooler. His body nude before Tarant, he could feel the pulsing in his loins, a raging boner jutting out in front of him. This definitely wasn’t because of Tarant, he’d never had these kinds of feelings for his partner before...it had to be the gas. A gas that triggered lust...devious. They wouldn’t be in any condition to fight anyone off after this. “T-tarant…it’s…”

“The gas…” Despite the fracturing of his focus, Tarant had figured it out. It was just...what was there to do about it? He was hot, his long, thick, pointed and bumpy cock was jutting out in front of him, and it wasn’t getting any less needy. The more he tried to fight it, the more he knew it wasn’t going to be possible - he NEEDED to fuck, and there was only one person here to fuck. And it was getting hard to resist the scent of lust coming off of the human...it was triggering primal urges in his brain, urges that had never really played a part in his life before, that were driving him to take charge and show off his virility. One slow step became two, and then before he knew it, his hand had closed around Kirk’s arm.

Maybe he should have fought it harder, but the contact of Tarant’s hand on him seemed to seize up all his thought processes. Kirk felt a rush through him, one that directed all his thoughts to the larger lizard, especially to his now-attractive scent, lithe physique, and especially his dick...quite a bit longer and thicker than he’d expected, and yet viscerally appealing in a way that he couldn’t have anticipated. As Tarant pushed him down onto the cool floor, he ceded control to the powerful male that he suddenly wanted badly to fulfill his spiking needs.

And Tarant was either reading his mind or was just having the exact same thoughts. Strong hands pinned Kirk forcefully to the floor, in an unnecessary but entirely desirable display of control and aggression. The pointed tip of his cock hunted around until it caught the human’s pucker, which flexed involuntarily and invitingly. Any capacity for hesitation was lost then, and he bucked forward, driving his cock in to the hilt without any hint of care or concern for how Kirk would receive it.

The natural slickness of it only barely offset the lack of lubrication or preparation given to the human, but Kirk’s body responded as if it was there, more or less - the spike of pleasure and dulling of pain, perhaps part of the drug’s effects, made him gasp and moan heartily, hands gripping onto Tarant wherever they could. His ass was clenching down on the thick intruder, bumps rubbing him deeply in ways he’d never even imagined...and then Tarant began rapidly bucking and it got even better, precum was spraying inside him and dimming the pain further, making him feel a nice, powerful stretch and a thickness that hammered his prostate effortlessly. Over and over, it felt like, as the bumps rubbed against it repeatedly, making him leak profusely himself...he couldn’t even speak, but whatever sounds were coming from him were clearly only of encouragement.

Tarant didn’t need a ton of encouragement - the scent of his human partner was turning him on like never before. He’d never really lusted after Kirk before, but then again, he’d often had more important things on his mind...and now, nothing was on his mind except sexual pleasure and sating his lust. He loved getting rough, and that was spurring him to make up for the easier passage by pounding in harder, relishing the tight wrapping around his dick, slightly flexing the bumps and triggering intense pleasure bolts all through his shaft and up through his body. Long hisses, almost feral, were racing from him with every thrust, his grip tightening as he pounded violently into Kirk.

Their proximity to the ground was only making the effects worse, as the gas was at its highest concentrations down there, feeding into their bodies more and more, encouraging the lust to its fullest scale. Control rapidly slipped from both of them, minds taking on a single focus of sating their basal needs...it was only a couple minutes into their rutting before the two of them hit their respective orgasms, a pair of groans calling out their peaks as reptile seed pumped deep into the human’s ass while his own squirted out onto their bodies. They held themselves still for a short time, bodies twitching as they unloaded…

But then Tarant started bucking again, with no sign of any slowdown. Even as the high pleasure of his climax faded, it was replaced with violent need, driving him to restart and reach that pinnacle again, to sate the lust that was still building within him. And Kirk was in the same position, his body taking in the cock eagerly to pound his pleasure points and return to the peak, their coupling eased even further by the heavy dose of semen lubing things up further inside him. The rest of the world, the mission, the danger, all of it had faded from their minds, their worlds reduced to purely the two of them, the pleasure they were bringing each other, the need to assert their positions to maximize the satisfaction of their lusts. Nothing but animal drive in control.

Suddenly Tarant yanked out, and with a growl shoved Kirk over onto his stomach. Moments later he was buried back in, pounding even harder, one hand gripping both of Kirk’s arms together in an attempt at a lock while his other was clenched down on the human’s shoulder, giving him more leverage to hammer in faster. Kirk could have freed himself with effort, but didn’t even bother, stimulated by the powerful gesture and loving the new position as it brought him to the limit faster, toes curling as he ceded once again to the newfound aggression brought to his partner. His cock rubbed against the ground, threatening to spill its contents once again.

It was Tarant who came first, though, another loud hiss of triumph raging from him as he filled the human’s ass once again. His load was even bigger this time, body working overtime to satisfy the demands of his lust-ridden brain, giving Kirk a nice solid filling...and his thrusting didn’t stop for a second, his body on automatic as it milked all it could from him, and treating Kirk’s prostate to an assault it had never come close to encountering before. Finally, a strangled groan issued from Kirk as he had his second, floor being stained with his seed, some of it sticking between his body and the cold surface. The pleasure rocking through him, jolted higher every time he was hilted by that huge, wonderful cock.

And then Tarant flipped him again onto his back, not even bothering to pull out this time. Now his arms wrapped around Kirk, their bodies rubbing together as he continued to thrust in. Limbs wrapped awkwardly around him as Kirk put himself in prime position to take whatever Tarant could give him. And they continued, heedless of the rising concentration of drug in their systems, the preparation of the guards outside for their eventual entry, the dangers they would be facing if they continued...nothing could reach them except the endless need, and nothing else would happen until it was satisfied.

---

It was even hotter watching than anticipated. The tech was pumping himself back to life for the second time as he continued to monitor the frenzy of sexual activity going on between the two trapped spies. It had been almost three-quarters of an hour by now, and the two were currently on round seven and clearly reaching the limits of their physical stamina...judging by the lack of additional mess from the past couple, it appeared that part of them had run dry a while back, but the compound was doing its work, keeping them nice and stiff.

There’d be a market for this stuff, I know it. Voyeurs around the world would be singing our praises...maybe I can convince R&D and marketing to work together on something…

He was so engrossed in his viewing that he didn’t notice anything going on around him...until a woman’s voice came suddenly from behind him. “Enjoying yourself?”

“Yeep!” The tech started to turn, but the telltale click of a pistol hammer froze him.

“Right, you’re not going to move, are you? I’d hate to have to do something…extreme.”

“Th-that...you...we know...that the Revenants...aren’t supposed to kill...that’s...that’s an...e-empty threat.” Even his own words didn’t sound like he was putting faith in that - if he was really sure, why was his heart pounding in terror?

“Oh, sure, we’re not supposed to...but with a man like your boss, it’s plenty easy to pin it on him. We know he has a penchant for quietly killing off his employees when they don’t cooperate...in fact, I’d wager he already intends to ‘see you off’ once we’re done with our extraction. After all, someone has to take the fall for this failure...the guy who was supposed to be watching for interference and was instead jerking himself off to a live porn feed would be a natural target, no?”

The tech remained utterly silent; his terror had taken a very different flavor. Because there was definite truth in that...hadn’t the boss already threatened his life multiple times over, even when things were going right? If it went wrong...that was it for him. He might as well be a dead man already.

“Perhaps I can make things easier for you, though…give me your name.”

“...D-Damon…”

“Damon...very good. Here’s what we’re going to do...you’re going to disable the alert system near where my colleagues are currently getting their exercise. You’re going to undo the seal on the door so we can get in and get them out. And you’re going to stop the gas from coming out and vent the room to make it less noxious for anyone to enter, so that we can drag their asses out of the fire. Do that, and maybe I’ll see to it that you get out alive...how does that sound?”

His options were exceedingly limited...any signal that he was sending for support would be seen by the intruder, and he’d probably still end up dead even if that happened - his sin had already been committed by letting her in, his boss would have him disappeared for that for sure. At this point, doing what she said was the most likely thing to preserve his life. With a few clicks on his control panel, the gas was turned off, and the seal was broken on the door. The alarm system was a little more complicated, but finally he had it off again. “O-okay...it’s done.”

“Very good.”

<BANG>

---

“Ngh...Tarant…” Kirk’s brain was finally getting a hold of something other than the relentless lust coursing through him...not that that wasn’t still dictating everything, as if it mattered under the ferocious grip of his reptilian comrade.

Above him, Tarant didn’t pause for a moment, despite the incredible soreness in his dick from repeated dry orgasms. But whether it was fatigue or a dimming of the effects, he too was starting to regain his awareness. “Haah...Kirk...are you…”

“F-fine…still...h-horny...”

“Gah...same...t-too much of that...gas...to stop…”

“Ah...I...I think...it did…”

“...Shit.” It was tough to tell through the still-haze in his head, but now he could make out the sound of a fan from the vents. If the gas had stopped and was being vented, they were about to be taken into custody...and to say he was in no shape to fight was an understatement, he was barely keeping up his thrusts. Only the ruthless effects of the drug in his system were keeping him going.

“We...gotta...nghaaa…” Whatever they had to do was lost as what Kirk actually did was hit another climax, cock twitching and spilling nothing...despite it being his eighth and being joined by plenty of tension and discomfort, the trill of pleasure still went through him, defocusing his mind once again. Tarant joined in moments later, hissing heavily, eyes lidding again as very similar sensations rushed through him...his rational mind still wasn’t back in control, the breakthrough still couldn’t overcome the lustful drive his body was still experiencing. How humiliating it was going to be, being caught up and only able to think about his erection, putting up barely the feeblest resistance…

Dimly he was aware of commotion outside, but before he could make any sense of it, there was a blast and the door crumpled, pushing some of the furniture away. Both pairs of eyes turned to the door as best they could, bracing themselves to be swarmed under by guards...only to see a much more familiar human woman’s face smirking down at them.

“I’d ask if you needed a hand, but I think you found something else to use.”

“Carissa!” Embarrassment at being caught hilted in his partner was overcome by the rush of relief at seeing their rescue. And that was enough for a brief reassertion of control - with an intense effort, he pulled himself out of the sticky mess in Kirk’s rear and stood up shakily. “We weren’t just trying to pass the time, I swear…”

“Don’t bother, I already know what was going on from overhearing some chatty guards. Devious, but I’m not sure it would have worked as well as they think. Grab your stuff, we don’t have long, and I’d rather not have to carry you the entire way.”

“Ngh, no promises.” But Kirk was able to get to his feet, shaky as they were...he and Tarant grabbed their gear, not bothering to waste time putting it on. As they exited the room, a female wolf approached, with a human slung over her shoulder.

“He’d better not be really dead, Aylie,” Carissa remarked.

“He’s just passed out. Fainted after I fired a shot into the ceiling, probably thought it was going into him. But he’s alive...though, as far as the world’s concerned, he’s dead.”

“Good. I think we’ll have use for him. Is our path clear?”

“Sure, so long as these two can keep their hands off each other for long enough.” She grinned at Kirk and Tarant, who were plenty red-faced.

“You try breathing in shit like that, see how long you last,” Tarant muttered. “With our luck it’s gonna be stuck in our systems for a while.”

“That’s just an occupational hazard, and you know it. Maybe if you didn’t get caught so often, you wouldn’t be in these kinds of positions. I won the pool, by the way.”

“You were betting on us getting caught again?” groaned Kirk.

“Nah, this was a pool on how long it would take for you two to start banging finally. I don’t care if it was on a technicality, I’m calling it a win.”

“Wh-we’ve never even been like that with each other!”

“Later, you two.” Carissa cut off the argument before it could manifest. “We’ve got an escape to make.”