Fox's head hurt. With every beat of the loud music, his head pounded. He took another drink of the amber-brown liquid and sighed. There's no point. 'What now?' he thought as his satellite phone vibrated violently in his coat pocket. He shook himself out of the trance-like state and retrieved and answered his phone.
"Hey Fox, I can hook you up with some good shit, just got in yesterday, you interested?" said the voice on the other end. Fox stared at the people out dancing and enjoying themselves, lost in their own worlds. He admired the way their bodies moved, so smoothly, gracefully. "Yo, Fox, I asked if you was interested. I can always find someone else." said the anonymous voice, beginning to sound aggravated.
"What? Oh, yeah, sure, where you want to meet me?" replied Fox, realizing that he had begun to zone out.
"So how much do I owe you?" Fox inquired nervously. Even though he had dealt with criminals before, he had never done business with them. It was several hours later, and he was under a freeway, buying drugs from a random dealer that he had never even previously known. 2 months ago he never would have seen himself doing this.
"85 credits." Fox cursed under his breath and fished around in his wallet. "Hey man, this stuff don't come cheap. But don't worry, you won't be disappointed. This is Grade A stuff." The anonymous raccoon said with a smirk. He handed Fox a black film canister and quickly receded to his hovercraft.
The next day Fox woke up with a headache worse than the night before, alone in his bed like so many other mornings. He pushed his fingers into his eye sockets and massaged the inner part of his sinuses. It was time to go to work. Oh how he wished he had awoken in his bedroom in the Great Fox, ready for a new day of exciting adventures and Arwing joyriding. Those times had long past, though. Fox's constant disagreements with the rest of the team had ended in his expulsion from the Star Fox mercenary team, which, surprisingly, had kept it's name.
What they had told Fox was that they still had respect for him, they just though it was best for him to leave. Fox knew this was a lie because with his expulsion from the team, there was a substantial pay raise for everyone else. He hated them for this, and he hated himself for hating them. Fox had recently come to terms with the fact that he was overly judgmental of everyone he became close to.
Fox's current job was one he intensely abhored, even if it payed well. He worked at a biomedicine clinic.
His job was to make sure all the teenage girls got their birth-control pills, all the insomniacs got their sleeping aids, all the schizophrenics got their crazy pills, all the cutters got their anti-depressants. He always hated telling people that their perscription had expired, or that they couldn't mix oxycodine with ibuprofen. Because of Fox's short record of drug abuse, the manager always kept a sharp eye on him from across the store. Fox hated that bird. She always made him feel extremely uncomfortable whenever he received his paycheck or such.
Once the day was over Fox had his routine. Go home. Bathe. Go to a club. Drink. Drink more.
Fox never danced when he went to clubs. He mostly liked to watch people. Today he decided he would break his pattern and take a walk through the nighttime city. After all, he worked through almost all the daylight hours; you see there were not many of these on Corneria.
As Fox started out the door of his apartment, he noticed the black film canister sitting on his nightstand.
'What the hell, why not?' he thought. Fox quickly and skillfully rolled a blunt similar to a regular cigar and slipped it into his inner coat pocket. It was quiet outside. Fox walked through the sleepier parts of town where the light from all the buildings would not smother the stars out of view. He gazed dreamily into the broken galaxies millions of light years away, realizing the brilliance of the multi-colored supernovas. Fox spied a small dive bar on one of the street corners adjacent to a park, full of dead trees, a product of the lack of sunlight.
He entered slowly and cautiously, wary that this was a very territorial district of Corneria City, and that he may be overstepping his boundaries at every turn. Surprisingly he was welcomed with only a few apathetic glances from the bar patrons and a mellow "Hey" from the barkeep. He sat down and shifted uncomfortably in his seat, knowing he shouldn't drink as he did not want a repetition of that morning.
"Didn't think I'd see you in this part of town" said a voice all too familiar coming from behind him.
"No." said Fox in disbelief. "No." he said again. Fox quickly spun around in his chair, attempting to attack the owner of the voice. However, a quick unexpected sideways movement caused all of Fox's weight to go into the punch and instead of hitting his opponent he threw himself straight into a chair and was knocked unconscious. Fox remembered only drifting in and out of consciousness in a surrealistic state. He remembered lights, the backseat of a car, being carried, and being laid down. He could only see sunspots for a time before he realized he was staring up at a ceiling.
When Fox finally gained the strength to raise his head, he found that he was in an unknown apartment.
"Come on, get up." said that same voice that he had heard in the bar. Fox looked up to see Wolf O'Donnell staring at him, sitting with his legs crossed, a strange, mixed emotion expression on his face. "Where am I and why are you here?" Fox said this as if it was not a question, but as if he demanded to know. "Calm down, you knocked yourself out and I brought you back here. This is my apartment." said Wolf with a slight chuckle.
"Why aren't you with your team?" Fox asked somewhat dreamily. "Christ, you really are naïve, aren't you? Have you completely cut yourself off from all communication with your old team? Star Wolf disbanded about two weeks after they kicked you out of Star Fox." "They did not kick me out, I quit." Fox stated with false pride. "That's not what I heard." Wolf laughed. Fox's fur bristled up and a growl escaped the side of his muzzle. "Hey, I'm just saying-" "And why are you here anyway? I thought you were on the lam!" Fox said angrily, finally coming back to reality. "I was pardoned for lack of evidence. They tried to charge me with war crimes or some such bullshit." scoffed Wolf. Fox sighed thoughtfully, trying to piece together the situation. Fox suddenly remembered about the blunt and eagerly reached into his coat pocket, confused when he didn't find what he was looking for.
"Looking for this?" Wolf smirked and held up the fat, perfectly rolled 'cigar'. "Aw, come on, I paid 85 credits for that..." said Fox, knowing he couldn't get it back from Wolf by force. "Want to share it?" Wolf asked. Fox didn't know if he was joking or what. "Really? I mean, that's pretty friendly for you, being the greedy scoundrel that you are." Fox said with a half-joking, half-serious voice. He and Wolf had always had an honorable rivalry, but he had never actually sat down and talked with him like this.
"Hey, I tried to be nice.." said Wolf, pulling a lighter out of his pocket. "Alright, ok, ok, we can share it." said Fox in a defeated tone. The two sat for at least an hour catching up and passing it back and forth until both were decently high. "Wolf, Wolf, Wolf" Fox stuttered. "You know I never really wanted to- you know, um, be, um-" Fox couldn't quite get the words out. "Shh. I know, Fox." Wolf said in a quiet tone. "I actually, always liked you." Fox said, lost in an opioid dream-like state. "I know, Fox. We're friends now." Wolf said happily. "Well, I mean like, I really like you man." Fox said, trying to clarify it as best he could. "Fox, you're not making any sense." Fox simply laughed at that. "I want you, Wolf."
Wolf laughed. "Alright, no more for you." Wolf put his jacket on. "Come on, I'll drive you home." Wolf tried to help Fox up and off the couch, but Fox weakly resisted and tried to escape Wolf's grasp, so aggravated when he couldn't that he began to cry. "No, no, no, I don't wanna go." Fox said, pouting.
"Come on, Fox. It's time to go home." "Wolf, you'll kill us if you try to drive. You're high." said Fox, pitifully trying to persuade Wolf to let him stay. Wolf sighed, knowing he wouldn't be able to get him to leave without using force.
"Fine, you can stay here tonight. But this will never happen again, do you understand me Fox?" Wolf said with a stern undertone. "Mmmmmm-hmmmm." Fox said, admiring the juxtaposition of two shot glasses on Wolf's coffee table. Wolf took a few more hits from the blunt, deciding it would be wasteful to throw it out now.
Wolf watched as Fox playfully chased his tail around the room. "C'mere ya little bastard." Fox said as he laughed and burped up a puff of smoke. "I'm bored." Fox stated simply as he sat down, tired and dizzy. "So, what were you saying to me earlier?" said Wolf as the herb began to take its full effect on him. "'Bout what?" Fox's ears perked up at the sound of Wolf's voice. "You said you wanted me. What did you mean?" Wolf asked, blushing. "I mean I want you." said Fox, all his attention suddenly directed towards the conversation at hand. "You don't even know me." said Wolf, ignoring his sexuality and replying somewhat coldly.
"More than you think." Fox said, his voice slightly wavering. 'What does he mean?' Wolf thought to himself.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Wolf spoke his thoughts. I've come to know you better in the past hour than I have with like..." Fox counted his fingers. "Anyone!" Fox surprised himself and Wolf with this statement. "Well, I guess I can say the same, but still-" Fox broke this off with a forceful kiss. Wolf pulled away with a shocked expression on his face even though he was not really surprised or unwilling. "No, Fox. You need to go to sleep. Everything will clear up in the morning." "Hm-mm, nope, you taste too good." said Fox somewhat seductively. He went in for another kiss, this one even deeper than the last.
Wolf's thoughts were spinning like a ferris wheel at this point, and he soon found that he had subconsciously allowed Fox to undress him, stopping to take a hit from the blunt every few seconds.
Wolf blushed madly when he felt their naked bodies rubbing together, but soon found himself heavily aroused by the situation. His mind had cleared up enough to control his body, but not quite enough to process what he was doing and who he was doing it with. "Wait, wait, Fox." Fox showed an expression of disappointment when Wolf told him to stop. "Let's go to my room." Fox's expression quickly brightened up again.
Wolf pushed Fox down onto the bed and threw himself on top of him. "But I wanted to be on top..."
Fox said pathetically. "Very funny, but I don't think so, boy." said the older canis sarcastically. "Go slow at first." said Fox with a whimper. It was hard for Fox at first, but he soon found himself putting the pain aside and enjoying the ride as Wolf went rougher and harder. "That fuh... feels... kinda nice" said Fox, dazed and taking in the pure euphoria of the wonderful combination of drugs and sexual thrill. As they neared their climaxes, Wolf thought vaguely about what he was doing; he remembered his team, and how he had broken them up just as soon as he had made enough money to retire. He had betrayed them. Wolf quickly shook these thoughts out of his head and realized that he was almost there. Once they had both finished off and were drinking in the bliss, Fox was the first to pass out. Wolf watched how peacefully he slept, caressing his furry cheek, lost in his thoughts as he soon fell asleep.
Fox awoke in the morning confused and uncomfortable as he observed his surroundings. He couldn't remember much about the previous night, just that he had run into someone he knew; everything after that was mostly a blur. Fox had no idea where he was or why he was there. There was a light coming from what seemed to be the bathroom, so he absent-mindedly burst through the door, not bothering to knock. "Shit!" cried a startled Wolf, caught pushing a hypo full of a sickly orange substance into his upper arm. At the sight of Wolf, Fox's memory began to clear up and realization struck as he mentally recapped on the previous night's events. "What... what did we do last night, Wolf?"