Forced Relocation 7:
by Fur and Fantasy
R for M/M sex
full contents and notes located at the bottom of the file
Ebon was half curled up on the well-abused couch watching the news when Jake and Chance managed to get back in civvies and up into the main building.
"Hi, guys." The black tom looked over his shoulder from under the blanket. "That was impressive."
"SWAT Kats usually are," Jake nodded, feeling somewhat guilty again about keeping Ebon out of the loop on that.
"According to everyone but Commander Feral." Chance shook his head, which served to cover a certain guilt over this act he was putting on.
"That jet is just gorgeous." Ebon grinned. "You've got a lot of weird things around here."
Chance didn't say anything, since he thought that 'around here' could have meant MegaKat City in general.
Jake blinked for a moment before he finished putting it together. "You know," he asked quietly.
Ebon nodded. "I thought something was odd with timing when you first dropped me off, even as out of it as I was." He said softly. "But seeing the jet come in for a landing was the kicker." He pointed out the window to the approach to the hanger ramp. "Since there wasn't one scary as shit boom among the scrap piles, she's godda be around here. I'd guess underground."
"And, once again, not checking outside access gets us caught in the act," Jake said with a slight wince. "Sorry about the arrangement."
"I kinda guessed you weren't exactly official from the news." Ebon said softly. "I'm not planning on telling."
"Nothing personal, Ebon. It's just been necessary to keep it a secret." Chance said.
"Yeah, Feral'd have our hides, for real this time, if he found out." Jake gave a frustrated sigh. "Thanks for keeping this under wraps."
"Yeah, thanks for understanding." Chance smiled and sat down on the couch next to Ebon. "Hope you haven't been too bored while we were out."
"Back home, comedians used to joke that the news was weirder than fiction." He sighed and shifted to lean up against the tabby. "It's very true here."
"I don't think much could be stranger than the news around here," Jake nodded as he sat down next to Ebon.
"Yeah, though it makes it tough to tell if you turned on the news or the latest sci-fi movie sometimes." Chance chuckled wry, as he put an arm around the black tom.
"The background probably helps." Ebon snickered. "Starscapes are sci-fi."
"Only sometimes, with Ann Gora working on it," Jake chuckled. "She's broken into MASA at least once."
"Yeah, and there's been a few sci-fi films lately, without starscapes." Chance chuckled.
"That's just bad." The black tom laughed, shaking his head.
"On the bright side, the movies are more and more realistic," Jake pointed out with a smirk, to which Ebon rolled his eyes.
"And reality is less and less so." Chance smirked.
"That is so not comforting." Ebon shook his head with a chuckle. "You guys are supposed to be from here, you know."
"After awhile, you start to get used to it," Jake shrugged. "If we didn't joke about it, we'd probably wind up going out and blowing something up just to work the stress off."
"As opposed to blowing something up because we had to." Chance smirked broadly. "But there are better ways to work off stress." The burly tabby purred.
"And to think I've been accused of being a sexaholic." Ebon laughed and nuzzled the tabby.
"Only by people who haven't met him," Jake chuckled, reaching across to put an arm behind Ebon and Chance's shoulders. "He's a pro at it."
"There are worse things to be addicted to." Chance smirked back, and pulled Ebon into a brief but passionate kiss.
"He's certainly good at it," the black tom purred as they parted. "Though he hasn't gone up against me fully recovered either."
"If you can ever out last him, that'd be one for the record books," Jake rumbled as he watched the two of them.
"It's a fun record to work on though." Chance rumbled.
"Couldn't agree more." Ebon rumbled hotly. "Always imagined what screwing a pilot fresh from the cockpit would be like," he murred. "Smells better already."
"Can't disagree with you there," Jake smirked. "And we can even make sure the door's locked this time."
"Yeah, not all our customers get the free show with tune up." Chance smirked playfully.
"Yes, definitely." Ebon tensed and looked at the offending opening. "Or just move to somewhere without street level windows."
"You two want to head upstairs, I'll make sure everything's closed up and join you," Jake offered.
"Sounds like a plan." Chance grinned broadly and stood, waiting for Ebon out of habit, even though the black tom didn't need nearly as much help after almost two weeks of work.
"Yeah, unless she's joining, I'm not much on spectators." He made a face and stood without help, though he leaned on Chance's shoulder simply to have energy left when they got to a bed.
As they got into the bedroom, Chance pulled the black tom into a deep, passionate kiss while his hands worked his lover's shirt free of his shorts to encouraging rumbles and Ebon's own eager hands. Though the black tom was much more interested in getting them naked as quickly as possible than touching.
Chance smiled and quickly got them both stripped down. "So what you want first?" He rumbled playfully after another passionate kiss.
"You on the bed." Ebon smirked and pushed the tabby back playfully as Jake came to the door quietly, watching the two of them together.
Chance playfully fell back on the bed grinning up at the black tom wantonly and was promptly pounced on.
"Jake, what do you think of a little tabby torture, in good fun?" He purred at the tom still standing in the doorway.
"I suppose that depends on what you mean by tabby torture," Jake rumbled as he walked in and closed the door behind him, sitting next to the bed.
"See if we can get him to beg to be fucked." Ebon grinned, running a hand down Chance's chest. "When he can't touch himself."
Chance looked up at them, curious at what they were up to.
"You're up for all sorts of challenges today, aren't you," Jake chuckled, taking his shirt off. "Just how do you propose we keep this big, buff tabby from taking matters into his own hands, though?" he smirked.
"Well, if you don't have professional grade restraints, I can improvise." He grinned and scanned the room for ideas.
"Oh, we've got things that should hold him for this," Jake chuckled, reaching under the bed for the well-made, and fairly well-worn, set of leather wrist-cuffs.
"I'll just take notes for later." Chance smirked mischievously at the two of them.
"Perfect." Ebon licked his whiskers as Jake secured his mate's arms above his head.
"So, any ideas where we're going to start?" Jake purred after he kissed Chance playfully on the nose.
"Well, why don't you start with his upper body, and I'll see what kind of rise I can get down here." The black tom grinned and shifted to nuzzle the tabby's groin.
"Works for me," Jake smirked, kissing Chance heatedly as Ebon settled between the tabby's spread legs to lick, then suckle, the cool velvety balls.
"You're okay with this, right partner?" Jake asked Chance quietly.
"Just as long as you're willing to be on the receiving end too." Chance smirked playfully.
"You know I am hotshot," Jake smirked, kissing Chance again as he started to rub his hands along the tabby's hard, tense body.
"Good." Chance rumbled playfully, as he settled into the mindset he used on his night job. The one that let him get hard fast enough, but kept him back from the edge.
Forced Relocation 7: Awkward Moments
R for M/M sex
Het Level is None Slash Level is Slash Smut Level is Very Low Femslash Level is None Herm Level is None
8 KB, Story is Complete, Series is Closed-Unfinished
Written August 2, 2002 by Rauhnee Ranshanka, Todd McCall and Karl Wolfemann
Setting: SWAT Kats
Primary Races: Kat
Contents: Furry. Slash (M/M). Challenge Response
Pairings: Jake Clawson/Chance Furlong, Chance Furlong/Ebon Black, Jake Clawson/Ebon Black
Blurb: Even when Ebon drops the hit that he knows the guy's secret, it only turns into a minor speed bump on the way to the bedroom.
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