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“Major news out of City Hall today - police have arrested a man who appears to have intended to make an attempt on Mayor Harken’s life. Authorities say Lonnie Bergdahl had a handgun and was moving towards City Hall when he was apprehended. The motive for the attempted attack is currently unknown, police are investigating further. Dimo Willerston is live on City Hall with more…”

“Ah, Jesus, Lonnie…” Warrick muted the television and let out a frustrated sigh. “I warned you...I couldn’t just keep that quiet, you knew that. I told you to back out, and you still didn’t...well, so much for that, I guess.”

The rat rolled his shoulders and leaned up from his chair, pushing the reclining leg rest down with a creak. Stretching, he rose, joints cracking a bit as he walked away from the TV to the computer, jotting down a few notes. It wasn’t going to be long before someone was going to be on him for more information, and he wanted to have ready what he could divulge...depending on what price he was going to get for it. Some of the stuff had a bit more of of premium than others.

To others it probably sounded seedy...well, really, it even sounded seedy to him. But such was the life of an information broker. Warrick had ears, and he used them to great effect - his contacts brought him information from all over, about all sorts of things that were of importance to someone or another. Dirt, plans, closed-door truths, he had a ton of it, and he’d trade it for money, goods, or services to whatever party was interested. Not that he was entirely indiscriminate - he really didn’t want blood on his hands, and anything he felt could lead to that he tended to keep pretty well-guarded. But he wasn’t above giving useful info to shady characters, if they compensated him for it.

Of course, that was the thing - hanging around shady characters gave him more info that less shady characters could use. That was why he was such a popular guy and avoided a lot of the potential trouble that having that information could get him into - he was exceptionally useful to both the right and the wrong people. Politicians, lawmen, business groups, activist groups, crime families, the rich, everyone had a market for what he sold, and they needed him enough that they let him skate on the fact that he was probably dishing dirt on them to their rivals. It was a somewhat risky game he was playing, but life was nothing without a good deal of risk, and he was making a good bit off of it, so if worse came to worse he had the means to buy some peace.

“No way I’m not gonna be hearing from someone pretty quick here...ugh, I really didn’t want to be involved in something this major. Fucking Grabacs, couldn’t leave well enough alone…” It was the sort of situation that was a risk in his line of business. The Grabac crime family had a bone to pick with Mayor Harken - political differences were the start of it, but when the mayor had announced an initiative to reduce crime and crack down on organized offenders, things started to get especially tense. He’d been dealing back and forth with all of them, but then he’d been approached by Lonnie, a small-time crook and occasional acquaintance who’d somehow gotten involved with the Grabacs recently. Hearing that they had asked Lonnie to take out Mayor Harken was a scary moment, and Warrick had warned him that there was no way he couldn’t let them know about it, and pleaded with him to back out. Sadly, it appeared he hadn’t listened.

Which left Warrick in a touch of a bind. Either the Grabacs were going to want to chat with him, the police were, or the mayor’s office was. And while none of those were likely to put him in hot water, there was a good chance he was going to be forced to navigate some rough rapids before things cooled down. And that meant being ready for as much as he could be ready for, as soon as he could be ready for it. Which meant preparing the other information he’d learned since he found out about Lonnie’s plot…

Sure enough, it only took about an hour before he heard a knock at his door. As casually as he could muster, he sauntered over to the door and opened it up, taking a look at the person behind it. It was a human, looking quite young, close to the same height and average build as Warrick, with short blond hair, fair skin, and a rather smart, neat outfit, not a suit but definitely business casual at worst. The rat smirked at him a bit. “Mayor’s office, right?”

The human raised an eyebrow. “Wow. How’d you know?”

“Simple. If it was the Grabacs or the brass, they’d send someone a lot bigger. Thinking that they’d try to intimidate me into giving up more than I normally would. That, and the Grabacs guys would totally be wearing suits, because they like being walking caricatures.”

“And I bet you’d still be showing up to the door in your underwear even if they were.” Warrick couldn’t tell if that was a disapproving comment on his state of attire or not.

“My home, I’ll wear what I want to wear, and no one’s gonna change that. But come on in...eh, did I catch your name?”

“I didn’t throw it. Grant Belsar.” Grant stepped inside, taking a glance around inside as Warrick shut the door behind him. It wasn’t exactly the tidiest of places - there were empty boxes, mostly folded up, in corners and against walls, most of the surfaces were covered in papers and other detritus, and there were some stacks of unopened mail here and there. Still, from what he’d heard from others, he’d expected worse.

“Warrick McLeon. Haven’t heard of you before, you must be new on the mayor’s crew.”

“About nine months now. Not terribly long, but enough to get an idea of how things operate. Since you know I’m from the mayor’s office, I’m guessing you also know why I’m here.”

“I can hazard a guess. Assassinations attempts are pretty big news...not as big as a successful one, but I’d rather not have the misfortune of hearing about that. I don’t need to guess that the mayor wants you to get him more information about what the Grabacs have planned for him.”

Grant nodded. “Mayor Harken is taking this very seriously. He knows the Grabacs are unhappy but actively putting him in danger wasn’t what he expected. And the more he knows about what they’re plotting, the better armed he can be against them. I doubt they’re not playing some cards very close to the vest, but surely something’s leaked out.”

Warrick shrugged. “Maybe it has, maybe it hasn’t. Maybe you’re gonna have to find out after we make our transaction.”

“...Would we be making a transaction if you didn’t know anything?”

“Oh, hey, you’re a pretty sharp one.” Warrick grinned approvingly. “You’re right, I would merely have to let you leave disappointed if I had nothing to offer. So now you know I have something to offer, the question becomes what you’re going to offer me? What I can give you depends on the budget you have.”

The human frowned a bit. “I don’t suppose I could convince you to give it out of the goodness of your heart.”

Of course - of all the groups and people he dealt with, none tried to wheedle out of dishing out cash more than the government. Though he supposed he understood that - their books were scrutinized a whole lot more than anyone else’s, and seeing payments to an info broker with ties to a million scandalous things would certainly raise some questions. “Goodness of my heart doesn’t pay the bills. I only do pro bono in the case of an imminent attack like with Lonnie. So I guess that’s another hint you can get, whatever they have planned they’re not right on the verge of putting into motion. Beyond that, I’m gonna need someone to pony up, and you’re the only one here.”

“Worth a shot. Still, a guy’s life is at stake, seems rough to charge for it.”

“Hospitals charge too. Like it or not, money makes things happen. Plus, it’s more than just making ends, if I start showing favors to one group or another the rest are going to turn on me, and then I’ll be out of the game completely. So I stick to my policy, if it’s not immediately life or death I need payment.”

“I guess I see your point...you’re pretty smart. I guess you have to be to be in this line of work.”

That got a snicker from the rat. “Don’t tell me they told you about me and you were still underestimating me!”

“I was trying not to estimate period. Never really know what you’re going to get, people say stuff all the time that doesn’t seem to be the case. Like, for example, that you lived in a foul sty.”

“Pah. Just their bias. Look, I ain’t gonna wallow in filth or let bugs rule the roost or anything. THAT is what a sty would be. This here, this is just clutter. And yeah, maybe it’s not the nicest thing to see, but I’m not gonna get all overwrought over a bit of a mess. That’s why I’m the guy doing this here and you’re the ones in the clean-cut, professional positions. Doing what I do, you have to be able to tolerate a bit of mess, because it’s a messy life with messy people and kids like you wouldn’t last a day.”

“Uhm. First off, I’m 29, not a kid by any stretch.”

“Get out. Woulda pegged you at 22, 23.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment. Second, who says I can’t handle a bit of mess? I didn’t say anything about it, just what others said.”

“Yeah? If I go into your home right now, what am I gonna see? Is everything gonna be neat and tidy, or out of kilter like you see here?”

Grant paused for a moment. “Probably somewhere in between. Maybe a bit more on the neat side.”

Warrick snorted in amusement. “Least you’re honest. But it’s like this. People who want everything to be neat and tidy, they don’t have the stones for this. Because you gotta deal with people who aren’t neat and tidy if you want to get the dirt. And the kind of people who want to clean everything up, they can’t get their minds off of it. Where I’m good at, is that I see that kinda seedy situation and I don’t get any urge to tidy it up. I leave it as it is. You try to leap in and fix everything, you miss your chance for info, and you probably fail to fix everything because you can’t fix everything without the people you’re trying to help wanting to take part. And I ain’t the kind of person who’s gonna have the good ideas for how to do that. And if I know Mayor Harken, he mostly goes for idealists who think that they can solve everyone’s problems, so he hires the people who like to clean things up. I mean, he’s trying to clean up the organized crime business right now.”

“Okay, point...but, consider this. Some people like to be organized in some ways and not others. You can’t tell who’s gonna be able to handle a mess just because of how they keep their place. Maybe there’s someone who likes their tables and counters to be clear, but who’s to say they can’t handle a mess in other ways?”

“And you’re gonna try to convince me that that’s you?”

Grant grinned slightly. “Well, they sent me here, didn’t they? Instead of one of those guys you probably know a whole lot better. They had to see something in me.”

Oh, this was clearly leading somewhere, but Warrick couldn’t figure out where. “What exactly are you getting at?”

“The mayor needs this information, but budgets are tight and he doesn’t think his political opponents are going to go easy on him using taxpayer money for something like this.” Grant suddenly stepped up close to Warrick, putting a hand on his furry chest and running his fingers through it. “He also thinks that any money exchanging hands could be traced back to him and used to manufacture a scandal, even if it’s phony it could be damaging. But…” Grant’s other hand reached down to grope the rat’s crotch through his boxers. “There are other ways of obtaining information, provided one doesn’t mind getting a little...messy. And it just so happens I don’t mind that kind of mess.”

Oh, Bra-VO, mayor...you did your homework. Money ruled the day, there was no question about it, but Warrick wasn’t above taking certain types of alternative payment. Other material goods he could use, services that he didn’t have to vet strangers over, personal gifts if they really meant something to him...and, at times, something a little bit more salacious. Warrick lived alone, and had no long-term relationships of note - his lifestyle was a risky one and he refused to allow anyone to be caught in the crossfire or used against him. This made getting action tricky, because he also didn’t feel comfortable bringing just any random stranger home with him, either - you never knew who you couldn’t trust. So here and there, he’d cut a few deals to trade information for sexual favors. Sure, technically it was probably prostitution, but like hell anyone was going to be coming after him if there wasn’t any money changing hands - apparently that was all that the cops cared about. Typically this was something he kept to more individual clients, as most organized groups weren’t interested in that sort of deviance and there were some where Warrick didn’t think that would be a good idea anyway. City Hall taking advantage wasn’t something he’d ever thought would happen in his most far-fetched fantasies...well, truth could be stranger than fiction sometimes.

He grinned at the human coming on to him pretty strongly. Grant was really more or less his type, physically - Warrick was bisexual but would generally take a dude over a lady, and wasn’t into people bigger than he was. Now he had to see if the human fit his other bill - he liked to be the one leading the proceedings. “Well, now, if you’re gonna make THAT kinda offer, I might have to be open to negotiation. But you’re gonna have to show what you’re worth before we start talking details.”

“Don’t you worry...I’m sure I’ll be worth plenty to you,” came the cheeky yet confident reply. Clearly Grant was no stranger to this kind of thing, another point in his favor for Warrick - he didn’t see what other people saw in virgins, give him a seasoned vet any day.

“Talk is cheap...your mouth has better ways to prove your points.”

“Well, then, I wouldn’t want to keep that proof waiting.” Down Grant went, slowly sinking to his knees, his hands gripping the rat’s boxers and pulling them down as he went. A sizable sack and sheath were his present, which he leaned into immediately, rubbing and sniffing as Warrick kicked away the garment. The tip of his cock was already peeking out of his sheath, beckoning the human to start playing with it. And play he did, giving that tip a long lick and moaning a bit lewdly as he rubbed Warrick’s thighs. “Someone’s a bit leaky...been a while?”

“Mmph, you could say that.” The rat had to lean back into the backside of his chair to steady himself; maybe it would have been better to do the half-circle around it and sit first, but as eager as Grant seemed to be, Warrick wasn’t about to delay things now. It was getting better as the human began to fondle his ballsack, stroking and massaging the heavy orbs as he coaxed more of Warrick’s cock out of its hiding place. And the more that came out, the more that tongue started to toy with...he wasn’t holding much of anything back, slurping and sucking like a well-trod slut over that needy member. “As thirsty as you are, ah, maybe it’s been a while for you, too…”

“Mm...well, let’s just leave it at ‘too long,’” Grant replied teasingly, Warrick getting a subtle implication that ‘too long’ wasn’t necessarily THAT long. The rat’s full tool was out now, a piece that was pretty long if not especially girthy. And Grant went at it feverishly, coating every inch of that flesh with his saliva, licking up every bit of Warrick’s natural taste, before bending it down a bit and wrapping his lips around it, slowly starting to work it into his mouth and throat. Warrick was no stranger to blowjobs, but he couldn’t remember having someone take one this quickly before...and if he had been asked to guess what someone who did go this fast would be like, he certainly wouldn’t have said a clean-cut youthful-looking government worker in nice clothes. But it made the scene feel all the more naughty, and he definitely approved of that.

Said nice clothes weren’t exactly remaining pristine, of course, as fluids started to make their presence known on them. Grant didn’t seem to be caring one bit about that, backing up his earlier assertion that he didn’t mind getting messy in some ways; Warrick was starting to think that he was very familiar with that kind of mess. His precum was certainly part of that, leaking out of the sides of Grant’s mouth here and there mixed with his saliva, dripping down onto his shirt and pants. Warrick was aiding in this now, starting to buck into Grant’s mouth along with the human’s bobbing, testing to see just how well Grant could handle it...if there was any sign of Grant struggling with it, it wasn’t obvious in anything he could see or feel. Quite the contrary, he seemed to love the extra vigor Warrick was providing, if his moans were any indication...or his swallowing continuously around him and humming to let his throat buzz the rat’s dick. Shit, does he even HAVE a gag reflex? I’ve had plenty of dudes struggle with me before, he seems like he was built to take cock.

With all the thrill, the eagerness, and his lack of action lately, Warrick was struggling to keep himself from going off. The tension in his loins was getting to be pretty hard to hold in, his bucking was getting a little more forceful, and he was dribbling a lot more precum, making Grant’s face and clothes even sloppier. He knew the end was nigh...and if he was gonna go off, he was gonna do it in style. Suddenly he leaned forward, hands clutching Grant’s head, and started to truly buck in, quick and solid strokes that got his balls smacking the human’s chin and his nose buried in his musky crotch fur. He expected a little shock and initial resistance, but the shock was his when Grant basically ceded to him without so much as a fight, gripping Warrick’s legs and letting him do as he wished. Which was so fucking hot he nearly blew right then and there, but he managed to hold it in just long enough to get a good rhythm going, before it became too much.

A slight barking cry was wrenched from his tightened throat as he unloaded into Grant’s throat, spurting a hefty barrage of rat spunk into the willing human’s oral passage. With as long as it had been, he had a good bit saved up, and Grant was getting the full benefit of that. He worked himself slightly in and out, using Grant’s throat to milk his cock and fill him more thoroughly, some of that seed gushing back into the human’s mouth, and even dribbling out of it, adding to the stains on his outfit. And Grant handled it all adeptly, swallowing what he could, moaning all the while, and completely content to be used as Warrick wanted...he couldn’t remember the last time he had someone this compliant before, it was a nice refreshing change from the usual reluctant or combative participant.

Once he’d drained himself all he could, Warrick pulled out of Grant’s mouth and let him go, panting a bit from the release. “Damn, you ARE good...I never woulda took you for it at face value. How do you manage to hide that cockwhore nature so well?”

“Aheh...I’ve gotten really good at having two different faces,” replied Grant with a grin, wiping his mouth a bit. “Maybe some people can get away with being slutty on the clock, but I figured I wouldn’t take that chance. Besides, it’s more fun to get dirty after being clean, right?”

“Damn skippy. Far as I’m concerned, that’s the only reason TO clean up. And you don’t look nearly messy enough for that yet, so why don’t you ditch those duds and bend over like you REALLY want that information?”

“Why, Warrick! Are you suggesting I might be more interested in getting laid than doing my job?” Grant said this with the biggest grin on his face, already hurriedly unbuttoning his shirt. “I assure you, I’m a dutiful public servant! It just so happens that there are many fun ways to serve the public.”

“Well, then, I’m gonna have to see how well you can serve me.” Warrick slowly rubbed his dick, determined to keep it properly firm for the next part. Watching Grant shuck off his nice clothes and simply discard them to the side was certainly helping keep him aroused - he could feel the eagerness coming off the human, it had him wondering just how many times that ass of his had been tapped. Probably more times than Grant would have been able to count for him...forget experienced, this guy was a seasoned pro. Already he was wondering if there was any way he could milk this...well, the Mayor’s Office DID have a need for discretion in ‘payment.’

Grant finally finished disrobing, his pale body exposed for Warrick’s viewing pleasure. Not that it was any surprise compared to what he’d already seen, a fairly average frame which was healthy but not a prime example of fitness, much as he’d already surmised. A bit more of a surprise was Grant’s own package, he was sporting a boner which was a pretty robust size for a human - not as long as Warrick’s was, but it might have been a bit thicker. “Dang, you’re hangin’ heavy for a butt slut.”

“Ironic, eh? It gets some action here and there, too...some guys like to ride it. Usually while I’m tied down.” Grant dropped down to all fours, turning and presenting himself to Warrick without even being asked. “Ah, don’t keep me waiting, messy rat.”

“Hah, I’m gonna show you just how messy I can be.” The rat all but pounced on Grant, half-laying his furry body on the human’s back as he lined his cock up with that inviting tailhole. “Hope you don’t mind me taking it a bit rough, I don’t have a lot of patience for build-up here.”

“You kidding? I take dragons raw. Go to town.”

Well, if that wasn’t permission. Warrick didn’t ask any further then - instead, he took hold of Grant and barged in, burying his full cock into the human in one fell swoop. That was even a bit faster than he usually would have gone, but he felt the need to put Grant’s suggestions to the test - and without question, the blissful groan that came from him assured Warrick that Grant could handle anything he could give. Just as he’d expect from someone who could handle a dragon dick dry - though, he certainly didn’t seem like he’d been ruined for mere mortals like the rat, with that nice tight pressure hugging his tool at that moment.

Eagerly Warrick began to thrust, holding nothing back with no reason to worry. His own moans were coming out nicely from the rush of pleasure, the quick pace and tight passage working his cock almost ideally. He could feel Grant pushing back into him as well, adding a little shot to the intensity level and making a nice back-and-forth rubbing of their bodies together. Oh, it was os much more fun when they got into it, sometimes they were just so reluctant and didn’t enjoy it at all, that was never much fun. There was no fear of that here, in fact Warrick was pretty sure he’d never had a partner as eager as Grant was. All the more reason to make the most of it.

His hand groped around until it found Grant’s cock, and once it found its prize it gave it no quarter. His tight grip barely encircled that girth and started working it over, making it leak precum all over the carpet underneath them. Grant’s moans and cries got louder and sharper with the attention, and he started tightening down harder on Warrick’s cock, helping to add to the mess also rising inside the human’s bowels. The rat’s other hand found Grant’s and locked with it, helping to stabilize him a bit more so he could up the intensity while still flogging the human’s meat.

Loud squishing sounds started to make their presence known as Grant’s rear started to leak and squirt precum on Warrick’s thrusts and drawbacks, making the carpet wetter underneath them. Warrick raised himself up a bit more to add to the force behind his rutting, making those sounds even louder along with the lusty moans coming from both of them. He could feel Grant’s shaft throbbing under his fingers, he was going to go off real soon, and Warrick wasn’t that far behind. Almost a shame to let it end, but they DID have other business to get down to...but he wanted to make sure Grant liked in enough to want a return trip. Were he in better position, perhaps he could get a little more creative than the hardcore jerking, but instead he doubled down on it, gripping tighter and pulling fervently to get Grant shooting.

Eventually he met with success - Grant let out a low cry as he started to unload, squirting his sticky semen onto the carpet. In the throes of his high, he was pushing back harder and clenching down forcefully, bringing Warrick to the brink himself...after a bit, the rat finally achieved his second release, plastering Grant’s innards with a robust load of spunk, continuing to thrust and get more fluid leaking out of him to join the mess underneath their coupling. Warrick reduced finally to just quick, short motions with both hips and hand to milk them both of every drop...Grant had a nice, long-lasting climax and was definitely more productive than most humans, maybe an asset of his experience, he didn’t stop shooting until Warrick was just about done, despite starting a fair bit earlier.

The two of them stayed in position, panting and somewhat sweaty. Warrick released the human’s flagging dick from his grip, using his now free hand to help take more weight off of Grant’s back. “Haah...damn, you were as good as you suggested. Don’t think I’ve seen or had a human as accommodating as you.”

“Heh...I always try to be,” chuckled Grant, slightly breathlessly. “Especially when I’m using myself as payment...I wanna make sure I’m well worth whatever I’m getting in return.”

“I’d say you made a good case for yourself.” Warrick finally pulled out, and the two of them slowly got back to their feet. There was definitely a couple of nice puddles on the carpet where their pleasure was most obvious. “Heh, guess you ARE good at handling a little mess...and making one, too.”

“Some messes are well worth making,” the human agreed with a grin. “Guess we should probably get down to business, then...though, if you don’t mind, I’m gonna remain casual, just in case there’s a reason to provide a little extra payment, provided we have the energy…”

“By all means,” snickered the rat. “I’d say your type of payment is gonna be QUITE welcome…” Maybe it wouldn’t pay the bills, but if this was what Warrick could expect from him, he’d have to call an exception to his typical rules. Like hell he was gonna pass up ass THAT eager.