New Lives, Old Ways 5:
Three Years Later

by Fur and Fantasy
NC-17 for M/M
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Jake lay in bed, his mind turning over the events of a week ago for the thousandth time.

Chance had come home, whistling a happy tune and clearly very self-satisfied. It was all very normal for a night out. So was his freshly showered state.

It was the wisp of a scent still on his clothes, the smell of his lover that night, that rattled Jake's cage enough to turn his thoughts to becoming more than partners. It would be nice, to have a warm bed at night. Jake knew he wanted it, as difficult as it was to feel desire most nights, and even harder to find the trust it needed.

He knew it was going to be a guy too, after his Lost Day exercise three years ago. It left few memories he could access, and fewer he wanted to, but plenty by way of self-realization. The Captain had one thing right, for all Jake had tried desperately to deny it at the time. He did prefer males. By a significant margin no less. More than that, he preferred being under a male. He was very much a little faggot, a tail raiser ... a guy who wanted to take it in the ass more than plunging into somebody else.

Chance already had his trust, lived in his home, and was everything the lean tom thought he wanted in a long-term lover.

He'd just never been completely sure the tabby did guys.

Now that he was sure, he had to decide if the rest held true, especially wanting to take on the tabby's seemingly insatiable libido.

Jake closed his eyes, bit his lip and rolled out of bed with just his boxers on for the short walk to his partner's room.

He'd known the answer for two years already.

A quick knock was greeted with a quick enough response that Jake knew Chance hadn't been even close to asleep yet. So he opened the door to see his partner just getting up from a night-time set of pushups with a grin.

"What's up?" Chance asked as he wiped excess sweat from his fur with a towel.

"Umm," Jake found himself suddenly uncertain. "Umm, well, I caught that you spent the night with a guy last week," he got out.

"I... yeah," Chance nodded. "A few of them, and girls. That going to be a problem?"

"No," Jake shook his head quickly. "No problem. I ... I was just kinda wondering ... since you did...." his voice drifted off as he struggled to put words to what he wanted. He took a deep breath. "Think I could be more than your partner?"

"You sure you want that?" Chance asked him gently, walking over and brushing his cheek lightly. "I haven't dated long-term in a while."

"I haven't, ever," Jake told him, leaning into the touch. "I know I'm not up to being the only one, you're too horny," he cracked a smiled at the tabby. "But ... would it really change much, other than having a warm bed and somebody to hold most nights? We already live together, work together, do a lot together."

"I know," Chance smiled slightly, wrapping his arms around Jake's shoulders. "And I'd be lying if I said I hadn't thought about it. I doubt anyone would notice, either," he added with a chuckle. "I've been fielding taunts about banging your tight ass since the Academy."

"Really?" Jake hesitantly ran his fingers threw the damp fur of his partner's broad chest, then stretched up to kiss him softly as he leaned into the warmth. "Mmm, nice to know it's mutual. How'd you figure out you like guys?"

Chance returned the kiss, rubbing Jake's back lightly.

"Long story involving a late ride home from wrestling practice," Chance chuckled. "Want to sit down?"

"Sure," Jake chuckled, a little giddy that it had gone so smoothly and claimed another kiss, this one longer and a bit more intimate even as they both felt the arousal of the other.

Chance purred, kissing Jake again, giving him a bit of tongue as he pulled Jake towards his bed, sitting down next to him. "So... how about you?" He asked. "When did you realize you were into guys?"

"I always have," Jake chuckled, leaning against his warmth. "Experimented with both sides in my teens and twenties. Something happened in my late twenties, in Traveris I expect, that turned me off girls, and dating in general, for the most part. Lost Day really settled it for me though. Nothing good has ever come from a female for me."

"It'll help if you run into one who isn't psychotic," Chance chuckled. "Maybe some time I'll introduce you to one... so, what do you want tonight?" He asked, kissing Jake tenderly.

"I guess," he murmured and gently pushed the tabby to his back to lie on top of him. "Maybe introduce me to a guy who isn't psychotic and'll be here in the morning?"

"You think I'm psychotic, or that I won't be here?" Chance asked with a teasing lick at his cheek, reaching down to toy with the waistband of Jake's boxers.

"Hopefully not either," Jake purred, shivering slightly at the touch, and the sensation of his half hard cock rubbing against another. "You may be crazy, but you're no psycho," he claimed a long, heated kiss, sliding his tongue into his partner's mouth as his hands slid down Chance's body to his boxers and began to work them down.

"Mmm ... you like to top, or bottom?" Chance purred, kissing him back, lifting his hips to let Jake work his boxers down, his sheath already well to filled out and his cock beginning to peek out.

"Bottom," Jake moaned into Chance's mouth at the contact of their bare sheaths against each other. His breath quickened and caught as Chance's hands ran across his bare ass and the shifting contact as their boxers were discarded.

Chance rolled over on top of him, kissing him deeply.

"Let me know if I'm going too fast," he murmured, reaching down to fondle his partner's balls.

"I will," Jake moaned, then whimpered in arousal and spread his legs as his body responded rapidly to the attention. He tried to pay attention in turn, but the tabby quickly had him too distracted to do much more than enjoy what was happening to him.

"You just want to be fucked, or want me to really top you?" Chance asked, reaching back further to press a finger up against Jake's tight anus, testing it and felt sure his partner got out just as little as he seemed to.

Jake took a moment to focus, and looked at his partner with an utterly bewildered expression that begged for an explanation.

"You just want to get fucked, or you want me to dom you a bit too?" Chance explained, kissing Jake's neck. "I'm not into major dom/sub stuff, but I know some guys like the big buff tabby to 'make' them suck his cock," he rumbled.

"Just fucked," Jake kissed him with a deep purr as he reached down to stroke his partner's cock, playing with the nubs and rubbery barbs.

"Mmm ... glad to oblige," Chance grinned, opening up his nightstand and pulling out a jar of lube. "Y'ever get off just being fingered?" He asked, coating his fingers.

"I don't usually bother with the lube or rest," Jake said, watching with a bit of curiosity at what his partner was up to.

"Well, tonight you will," Chance rumbled, reaching down to slide one finger carefully into Jake's ass. "Feels a lot better than without."

Jake's reply was lost to a moan as he shifted to give the tabby better access, more than willing to let him do pretty much anything he wanted to.

Chance kissed him, working his finger in and out of Jake's body, crooking it up to stroke his prostate when he could. The sharp gasps and way Jake's cock jumped each time made the tabby smile and kiss him. It gave him a feel for how to get him off, and how difficult it would be as he loosened the smaller tom's body.

"Don't get out often, do you?" He murmured.

"No," Jake moaned, his fingers cupping and rolling the tabby's balls around before moving up to stroke his cock. "Don't feel the need often."

"Mmm ... not for you, or don't want it?" He asked, thrusting lightly into Jake's hand as he slowly started to work a second finger in, loving every time his cock twitched at the attention his insides were getting. For a guy that didn't take it often, he was easy to please.

Jake gasped, his hand closing tightly around Chance's cock as the tabby pumped against his prostate again. "Not usually worth the effort to get," he managed to get out, his mind pretty well focused on how close to the edge he was.

"Mmm ... we'll have to see about you getting it more often then," Chance purred deeply. "Love how you respond," he rumbled, kissing Jake deeply as he crooked his fingers up, putting firm pressure on his prostate and milking it, trying to get him off. It didn't take long, just a few moments and Jake cried out sharply, his body going tense and his hips jerking as pearly fluid sprayed from his cock to splash on his chest.

"You are definitely not hard to work with," Chance grinned, pulling his fingers free and licking the seed from Jake's chest before moving down between his legs. "Face to face? Or want me against your back?" He offered, lifting Jake's legs up as the tom took a moment to focus past the pleasant buzz of having just come.

"Mmm, against my back," he decided with a purr and rolled over, offering his ass without hesitation.

"With pleasure," Chance grinned, mounting him, nuzzling his neck and nipping his scruff as he sank his cock into Jake's prepared ass with a low moan, reaching around to stroke the lean tom's cock in time with his thrusts.

About all Jake could do was moan, shiver and whine as the pleasure was pushed upwards again when Chance started thrusting faster, taking Jake's scruff in his jaws, biting down lightly and fucking him hard and deep, shifting to rub his barbed cock against Jake's prostate.

"Oh gods!" Jake cried out sharply as his body tightened up again, utterly unwilling to resist this pleasure that went far beyond anything he'd expected, or experienced, without being drugged.

Chance roared as Jake came, his own balls pulling close, spilling his seed deep into Jake's ass, thrusting through his orgasm and continuing past it as the tom under him trembled and shivered, but showed no signs of objecting. He already knew, just from the reactions, that this was the best Jake had ever gotten.

New Lives, Old Ways 5: Three Years Later

NC-17 for M/M
Het Level is None
Slash Level is Slash Smut Level is High
Femslash Level is None
Herm Level is None

11 KB, Story is Complete, Series is in Progress
Written February 14, 2009 by Rauhnee Ranshanka and Karl Wolfemann

Setting: SWAT Kats

Primary Races: Kantin, Kat

Contents: Furry. Slash (M/M). Admittance Story, Alternate Universe, Relationship (Established), Romance, Sex (First Time)

Pairings: Jake Clawson/Chance Furlong

Blurb: Three years after they graduate from Enforcer Academy, Jake and Chance may live together and work together, but the taunts of sleeping together haven't been true. Yet.

Disclaimer: All things taken directly from the sources listed under 'Fandoms' belong to the owners of those shows. No harm is intended and we're definitely not making any money. Now, the things we created are ours, and if you see 'Non-FanFic' up there, it's probably all ours.

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