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It was raining. Hard. The clouds seemed to pour down their loads like a faucet into a sink. Richarde tended to stay inside under his heat lamps on days like today. Sometimes he lamented his cold blood. As he stood under the awning of the restaurant, he knew today's outing was going to be worth it. It was his and Kevin's second date. He stood there awaiting the human's arrival impatiently.

He looked onto the wet street dancing with the pelting rain and wondered where Kevin was. He said they'd meet at seven, and it was nearly eight, as he looked at his phone. He toyed with calling the human when—to his surprise—his phone started ringing. He picked up immediately, “Hey, Kev. I'm at the restaurant."

“I kn…know, Rick. I…I'm sorry. G…got caught up at w…work."

“Ok, Kev, just hurry. My cold blood ain't good in this kinda weather." The Naga replied.

***

The human looked at his suit in the mirror. He didn't think he was close to being dressed well enough for the most expensive restaurant in town. He looked at his suit—his nicest, most expensive piece of clothing—and he sighed. He felt underdressed. He dusted himself off, though and grabbed his tie and ran out of the apartment without so much as a hurried good bye to his cetacean roommate.

As he got in his car he called up Richarde's number and press the call button. “Hey, Kev," he answered the phone. His dry baratone still sent shivers down the rather submissive human's spine, “I'm at the restaurant."

He checked his watch. He was an hour late. He hurried to get home, but the IA didn't trust what he'd been saying so they called in a Naga of their own to pull the information out of him psychically. “I kn…know, Rick. I…I'm sorry. G…got caught up at w…work." He replied. Still remembering the feeling of having his brain invaded by an unwanted visitor. He thought Nagas were sexy, but the power that attracted him to them, also scared him away from them. Hence his ever-shy nature around Rick.

“Ok, Kev, just hurry. My cold blood ain't good in this kinda weather." The Naga replied, patiently.

“I'm almost there."

“See you when you get here." The Naga finished, before hanging up the phone.

Once done with the conversation, Kevin saw the entrance to the restaurant and drove in. He felt naked without his badge or his off-duty. But it was just dinner. With a suave, burly, beautiful, male Naga. He couldn't say that he wasn't nervous. But he was also extremely excited. If this went where he thought it was going to go, he could actually see a future with himself and this Naga as more than just friends. More than dating. He could see them having an actual relationship. But he was getting ahead of himself.

He found a parking space surprisingly quickly. And got out of the car. The Naga was waiting outside in just a suitcoat and what appeared to be just the collar portion of a dress shirt and a nice sable black tie. The suitcoat fit him rather well and seemed to be made out of some fancy material that shone under the light with a sheen. The Naga slithered up to him with a flower in his hand.

“U…uhm, for me?" Kev stuttered.

The Naga smiled, “Yes. A green carnation. The floral symbol of male homosexual love."

The Naga handed him the flower, which the man took and then the Naga slithered around him and then offered him his elbow. “S…such a g…gent…tlem…man." Kevin tried to joke, before placing his arm in the crook of the other male's elbow. The two walked into the restaurant and up to the hostess. “Two for Lawrence," the Naga gave in greeting.

“Trés bon ! Let me see here…Lawrence…Lawrence…" the hostess checked down the list, “Ah here we are, A seven thirty dinner reservation. It is now…ah seven forty-eight. Running a little late, today Richarde."

“T…tod…day?" Kevin looked over at the Naga, whose mouth rose in the corner just a touch.

“Yeah, I take clients here all the time."

“Clients?"

“I'm a defense attorney. My firm's pretty well known around here."

“S…Sams…son, Johns…son, a..an…and Welshe?"

The Naga nodded its head. “Now don't immediately think I'm a scumbag, 'cause I do defense. There are actually some good kids out there that take the fall for legitimate crimes whose actual perpetrators have big families behind them, or a large gang with a lot of influence. I've asked Frederick—That's the head of our firm—to only give me cases, where the defendant is most likely a fall guy."

“H…hey, hey, I didn't s...say anything."

The Naga sighed. The sound sounding like dried grass in the wind. “I've been at this game for quite a while, Kevin. You are a detective, you try to take sickos off the streets. Since I do defense, a lot of your colleagues think that I try to put those same sickos back on the streets."

“Mr. Lawrence, if you'll follow me, s'il vous plait." The waitress was a short brunette, maybe five three at the tallest, she was bone-skinny, and her eyes were the amber color of honey. She had a bob cut and her hair was died with red highlights. Her polo was barely lifted by small, underdeveloped breasts, she gave a quick nod, acknowledging that she had both of the males' attention and gave an about-face and walked into the depths of the maze-like dining area.

Once they came to a booth with dim lighting and a candelabra with two candles lit and giving off flickering, dancing light, the two males took their seats. The waitress handed them their menus and then bid them a quick farewell, “have a good evening, sirs. Marcel will be right with you, bon apetit!" And she was off like a shot.

***

Junior came into the apartment and sighed. The lights were off, it was too quiet, and there was no sign of his dad's raincoat, “Alone again."

The TV flashed on easily when Junior grabbed the remote. He flipped channels for a while before finding his favorite. He dropped his bookbag in front of him and grabbed his notebooks out of it. He flipped to his history book and took out a highlighter. He began reading and highlighting just as Mr. Ackerson wanted the students to do.

He really liked this section of the class. It talked about the introduction of anthros into society, and how the corporation who had started the transformation of humans into anthros had caught a lot of flak for how they had started in secret. Going to Furry Fandom conventions and finding those who were into transformation and the like. Offering them a chance to live their fantasies and beginning to experiment on them.

Many of the first batch didn't survive. GeniFur, the company that was the mother of all furrykind gave the families of these unlucky candidates, fake stories on how their son, daughter, husband or wife had died. Those Anthros that did survive were then kept in accommodations on site. They were really fancy. According to the book's photos of one such room. It was like a presidential suite on steroids. Yet, the kicker was, they were still incarcerated, whether they knew it or not.

As the geneticists in the company experimented on the human test subjects, PR concentrated on embedding Furrydom in every form of media. Growing the acceptance of these anthropomorphic animals who would eventually comprise of about eighty-five per cent of the earth's population. So, that when GeniFur finally took the covers of their skunkworks style project, the humans wouldn't flip their lids.

It worked…somewhat. As Junior continued to read, though, his eyes became heavy and pretty soon he'd coiled himself up and had fallen asleep. His pen and book falling to the floor in a jumbled mess.

***

Kevin was pretty sure that the Naga was trying to drink him under the table. He'd lost count of the number of glasses of wine he'd had and he was beginning to feel woozy. It went from just feeling not-right to light-headedness and a sudden rush of nausea. The inebriated human got up and tried to run to the bathroom, before running into a tall, slender gentleman with a pencil-thin goatee and an obvious combover. “Sir, b…bathroom" Kevin took all of his effort to keep his stomach from upending itself all over the man.

“Ah, right over there, monsieur."

“Thank you!" Kevin replied before running in the direction the man had indicated. He barged into the bathroom and slammed open the door of the first stall that he came upon, rushed up to the toilet, bowed down, and unleashed a torrent of blood-red vomit into the toilet bowl. There were floating chunks of tomato still visible in the soupy mixture in the toilet bowl.

There was a knock on the door, And instead of a voice muffled by wood, he heard the voice as if it was from right between his own ears, ~Alright in there?~ The Naga used his telepathy to ask the question.

The human being familiar with the ability, just spoke aloud, “Drank too much!" And then the toilet bowl rushed up into his vision and then nothing but black.

***

The drive home was interesting for the Naga, he'd done this once before. But that was when he was dating a dragon and their positions had been reversed. He drove home in as gentle a manner as he could manage and the human seemed to be sleeping soundly in the backseat. Since the bathroom, the Naga hadn't left the human's mind. Trying to keep the human from going unconscious completely.

When he arrived at the apartment complex he parked and took the human up to his apartment, carrying him bridal style. He slithered up the stairs quicker than he'd ever slithered before. He really hadn't meant to drink the human to unconsciousness, but he forgot sometimes how little their liver could handle compared to an anthro's. Especially a tauric anthro like himself. His body technically had two livers. The serpentine and the hominid. It allowed him to be able to handle twice the amount of alcohol as a human who had his build and had been drinking for their entire life like a college party.

The nervous human had tried to keep up with him. Rookie mistake. He should know that since his partner was also an anthro. “Oh Kevin, whatever am I going to do with you?" He muttered as he took out his keys.

As he slithered into his apartment the TV was on and the gentle sounds of breathing meant that his son was home. It was not really that surprising. He was not a morning person and he had to get up every morning super early for school. He chuckled under his breath. He'd let his son sleep.

He took the near-unconscious human into his bedroom and gently laid him upon the mattress and turned off the heater under the bed. He slithered to the other side of the human, got into the bed and he started to unwind from the day.

That's when he remembered that Kevin had a roommate. Who also happened to be his partner on the police force. He quickly fished the cell phone out of Kevin's pocket before calling up the contacts app. He searched the human's head for the cetacean's name and then typed it in to the phone. Ray's name popped up and he pressed the dial button. “Naqut here. What's up Kevin."

“Hello. Is this Raymond Naqut?"

“Yeah, tha's what I said. Who's this."

“Remember the night at the bar last week. The one where I took your roommate to a movie…"

“Yeah. Oh. That Naga. So that's you. What's your name, man?"

“Name's Rick. Your roommate tried to match drinks with me tonight. He's asleep on my bed. He seems fine right now. I think I caught him before we need anything serious. I just wanted to let you know where he was. Are you guys on duty tomorrow?'

“Nah, we lucked out and got the weekend off. Why?"

“He's still not going to be able to drive tomorrow. His car's at Chez Bordeaux."

“No shit? You took him to the most expensive restaurant in town and drunk him under the table with what I'm sure wasn't inexpensive wine. Well played. Well, I'll tell you right now, though. You try anything with him tonight. If I hear—“

“Mr. Naqut. I'm not that kind of Naga. I have a son to worry about. And I'm not going to jeopardize his future by trying to statutorily rape a police detective."

“Have a good night then."

“Thanks you too."

He hung up the phone and then coiled up into the bed.

***

When Kevin woke up, He felt the comfort of a heavy comforter around him. He felt extremely warm. Like the blanket that he was sleeping under was alive and had its own body heat to add to the equation. That's when he flung his eyes open and he didn't recognize the fixture on the ceiling and he looked over and into the eyes of his friend. The male Naga named Richarde with whom he'd gone to dinner the previous night. He screamed.

The Naga shook to wakefulness and his rattle started shaking in agitation. He looked to the human and realized that he'd subconsciously coiled around the human last night. He quickly unwrapped the panicking human and just as his son came into the room with his Louisville Slugger, the human stopped screaming and calmed down enough to see that he wasn't hurt, “Ow! My head."

The Naga chuckled, “Yeah, you drank quite a bit last night."

“Dad, who's the hume?"

“The human is the man I'm currently dating. His name is Kevin. He is a detective with the CCPD."

“H…hi." Kevin greeted the young Naga with a shy little wave, still caressed in the Naga's coils.

The young hybrid just glared.

“Richarde deVille Lawrence, Junior! What do you say?"

The younger Naga gave a little, “tch" and a roll of his eyes. “Nice to meet you, Kevin." The venom dripping from his lips. He turned around and slithered out of the room.

Kevin looked over at the Naga in whose coils he still lay and asked, “D…did I d…do s…something wrong?"

“Not at all, Kevin. He's been dealing with a lot of human bullies at school. It's given him a bit of a prejudice against humans in general."

“Well, He should know that not all humans are bad. Some of us, sure, but not all of us." The human's face took on a quality that the Naga recognized. It had even become an internet joke by how often it was used by humans. It was the “Challenge Accepted!" face. “Let me go, Rick. I'm going to talk to your son."

The Naga uncoiled from around the human and the human got out of the bedroom and went out to the family room to talk to the younger Naga. He found the Naga lounging on the sofa and flipping through the Saturday morning cartoons. The human went to sit down on the couch next to the hatchling, but—to his surprise—the young Naga lunged at him. His jaws snapping shut mere inches from his face, “I don't need any help from you, hume. Fuck off."

The human took a second to calm his nerves and moved over to sit next to the angered teenager. And as soon as he sat down, the teen's rattle began to shake. As he looked over he noticed that the son was looking at him with no small amount of hatred and his hood was flared. The human took a chance, “Enter my mind, son." he commanded, “Let me show you what my kind is capable of."

~What do you mean?~ the Naga asked, entering the human's mind.

The human looked toward the teenaged serpent and he brought up a memory. One of his first vivid memories.

He looked over at his mother. She had the brightest smile on her face. She mouthed the words I love you. And then her face went slack as a trickle of blood exited the corner of her mouth. The next second there was a shadow obscuring his view of his mother's now dead form. As he looked up the vicious, smiling visage of a large canine stared back down at him. Its face held no care for him as he raised a large hunting knife, dripping in blood, to strike him dead. Just as the wolf was about to bring the knife down and end the young toddler's life, a shot rang out and the wolf's forehead burst open in a brutal fountain of blood and grey matter.

The body of the wolf collapsed on the floor. And behind him stood a human police officer. A Colt .45 in hand with smoke still rising from the barrel.

The Naga's eyes were wide in shock.

The human, now in his late teens stood in front of a much older version of the cop from before and a woman of roughly similar age, holding hands with another male human of around the same age. The Naga watched on as the elder human's faces contorted with grief and loss. The male's face also contained barely-restrained rage. Yet the woman—presumably his wife—held the cop's hand and it seemed that she reminded him of the toddler from not long ago. Reminding her husband that this was a chance to save their adopted son's life yet again.

The Naga smiled slightly. It was good to see that some families actually didn't care.

The human looked down at his lover. Both of them nude. Both of them sweating. Both of them looking as if they were experiencing exalted pleasure. Kevin was slamming into the human from the previous memory as he took his lover's virginity. The two losing themselves around the same time. Kevin collapsed upon his lover, utterly exhausted.

The Naga blushed at the memory.

The human now held his head low, a tear beading in the corner of his eye. He moved on to the next memory.

The human, around the same age as the last memory, stood in front of a mirror-finished black casket. His head held low. His face wet with tears. The cop and his wife on either side. The face of the male human teenager from the last memory stood pale and lifeless atop a silk pillow inside of the casket. The rain pelting the casket and the many, black umbrellas arranged around it.

The Naga was struck silent by the latest memory from Kevin. His mouth agape. His heart clenched inside his chest. The human was fully in tears. One name was all the Naga could think about. And at that instant he received an image of a weathered gravestone.

In Loving Memory:

Marcus Lazarus Mitchel

March 5, 2025-May 15, 2042

May he ever rest in peace

Now the Naga did something he never thought he'd ever do. He hugged Kevin. Hugged him tight.

“He was my first love. Ricky, I never ever wanted to hurt him. I never did, but I couldn't protect him from the bullies in my school. A trio of them were horsing around. Pushing Marcus back and forth. They were on the side walk next to a busy street. The one who was facing the street pushed just a smidge too hard and Marcus stumbled into the street. Right into the path of an oncoming minivan. He didn't stand a chance." The human broke down and sobbed, “They were charged with Involuntary Manslaughter and were sent to juvenile detention. I swore to whatever powers that be that I'd avenge his death. My stepfather. The cop from the memories he told me to instead look into a career in law enforcement. Well I'm here now."

The younger Naga just held him, as the human bawled. “We are capable of much, Ricky. We are capable of love and hate. Peace and War. Caring and indifference. Prejudice and Fanaticism. Your bullies are all human, but can you comment on who their bullies are? Sometimes it's a bad home life. Sometimes they, themselves are being bullied by a third party. Sometimes it's just that they're assholes. Whoever it is that's bullying you, try befriending them. As odd as that seems, sometimes these macho jocks just need a non-judgmental shoulder to cry on."

“He's not wrong, son. They may be targeting you now, but someone is most certainly the cause of it." Richarde slithered into the room, “He's a police officer, son. He deals with bullies of all kinds. Day in and Day out. As do I."

“Uhm, how did you know that my bullies were jocks? I know dad never said anything about it."

“I'm capable of some minor psionics myself. I cannot initiate contact, but once it's established, I can traverse your memories just as well as you can mine."

The Naga looked dumbstruck.

Just then, Kevin's phone started ringing. He answered, “Biel…Yes. Understood, Lieutenant. On my way, sir." He hung up the phone and gave the two Naga apologetic looks, “Well there goes my day off."

He got up and looked around for his suit jacket, Richarde handed it to him after having grabbed it on his way out the room.

“Shall we?"

“Yes, we shall." The Naga grabbed his car keys off the table by the apartment door before they both exited from the apartment, the human leading.