"Ok, would you rather go back to that party or go on a road trip with Slippy?" Falco asked, propping his arm up behind him on the wing of his plane. He looked over at the fox.

Fox took a swig of his coke and rum combo as he thought. He sighed and looked down at the bottle then over at his friend, "Depends. How long is the road trip?" he asked.

"Uh... two weeks,"

Fox made a face and an unhappy sound. He looked forward again, "I'd rather go to the party. At least that would be over after a few hours. I'd kill myself if I was stuck with Slippy for that long, no offence to Slippy," he said.

Falco puckered his lips and looked forward again, thinking for a moment. "Yeah, I think you're right. That'd be pretty brutal. Ok, ok, what about this... Would you rather go to the royal ball that walrus dude from Aquas holds every year with Krystal, or would you rather be grounded for a week,"

"Ooo..." Fox sounded, making a face, "That's a hard one... Now by grounded, do you mean I personally can't fly, or can I get you to fly me around?"

"Bitch I ain't flying you nowhere!" Fox looked over at him and raised an eyebrow, giving him a look. Falco glanced at him then away. He took a sip of his drink, "Ok ok, I get it. But no, that means you're not allowed to step foot into a plane or simulator, period," He pointed at the fox as he opened his mouth, "And no you can't sneak out and fly illegally,"

"Damn..." Fox cursed, looking down, "Uh... Could I pick the option where I just die?"

"Nope. No dying this time. And you can't pick 'or' either,"

"Damn..." Fox was quiet a moment, puckering his lips in thought then looked at him, "How long is the ball?"

"About four or five hours,"

"Can I go with her and just avoid her the entire time or do I have to actually dance and be seen with her?"

"No, you can't hide from her. You have to be arm and arm with her the entire time,"

The vulpine went quiet again for a moment, "And the ball's four to five hours? That's it? No after party I have to go to, right?"

"Nope, no after party. Five hours and you're free,"

Fox nodded and looked forward again, "I'd go with Krystal. No one takes the sky from me, not even her,"

Falco grinned and punched the other in the arm, "That's mah boy!"

"Tch," Fox sounded, smiling a little then downed the rest of his drink. He sighed and tossed the bottle into the open cockpit. He leaned back and laid down on the Arwing's wing then put his hands behind his head. He looked up at the stars as Falco finished his own drink and tossed the bottle into the cockpit. Both of them were starting to feel the buzz from the alcohol. "I think you put too much alcohol in those, Falco," Fox finally said, "Isn't supposed to be one ounce of rum to every four ounces of soda?"

"I think ounce is a measurement of weight, Foxy,"

"Shut up. You know what I mean,"

Falco snorted and looked up at the sky, "Yeah I get chya, and to tell ya the truth, I didn't really care. I just dumped some rum into the bottles to get you to drink it,"

Fox looked up at him, "So you wanted to get me drunk, is that it?"

"Pretty much,"

Fox sighed and closed his eyes, "I pick my friends so well,"

Falco laughed at this. He smiled, looking up at the stars, then looked down at the other, "Ok, I've got another question for you,"

"Oh boy..." Fox said sarcastically as he lifted a knee and rested his foot against the wing.

"No no, this is a good one. Ok, would you rather have sex with Krystal or me?" he asked.

"You," Fox said without any hesitation. He didn't even open his eyes.

"Well that was awfully fast. What, have you been thinkin' about it?" Falco asked, smirking wide.

"Tch, as if. You're my best friend and she's just annoying. I could stomach fucking you,"

"Ha!" Falco laughed, "I think you've got it wrong there, Foxy. You'd be the one gettin' it up the ass, not me," he said then moved to lay back on the wing of his plane beside the fox, putting his hands behind his head too.

"And what makes you draw this conclusion?" Fox asked, opening his eyes some to look over at him.

"Because there ain't no way I'd be the one bottoming if we were together. I'd be the one wearing the jeans," Falco lifted a hand and ran a feathery finger over the other's ear lightly, making it twitch, "Besides, you're more of a girl than I am,"

Fox swatted his hand away, "I am not,"

"Yes you are. You've got the figure of a girl, you walk like a girl, you stand like a girl... Hell, the only time you're not a girl is when you're pissed or in one of your 'I hate the world' moods, like you were back at the party,"

"That's a load of bull shit,"

"Yeah? Then prove me wrong," Fox frowned, making Falco grin, "See? You can't. So just admit it; you'd be gettin' it up the ass while I watched you squirm,"

Fox watched his friend a moment then rolled so he was straddling over him; his knees by his hips and his hands by his head, under his folded arms. "I am not a girl," he said.

Falco raised an eyebrow, looking up at him as he smirked, "That's what you bark but is your bite any harder?" he asked.

Fox frowned, tilting his head a little. It could have just been the alcohol that he regrettably drank, but he leaned down and crashed his lips to the other's, kissing him roughly. Falco couldn't help but chuckle through his nose at the other's boldness. He kissed him back just as rough, refusing to go down without one hell of a fight. He reached up with both hands and grabbed his wrists. He kicked his leg out from under him and flipped over to he was hovering over him. Fox let out a grunt when he fell but then let out a very unpleasant growl against his lips. He grabbed the other's jacket and flipped him back over, but Falco kept rolling, slamming Fox back down on the wing. They continued this for a while, before Fox started to get tired and eventually just stayed down.

He saw that trying to take his dominance from above was pointless. Falco was much stronger than he was and would just slam him back down any time he tried to flip him, so he needed a new battle plan. Something he knew Falco wouldn't be able to fight.

Fox opened his eyes when he got an idea, showing that they were gleaming deviously. He pulled away from the other's beak, his lips sore now from their rough kissing. He moved his muzzle to the other's ear and forced out the hottest and sexiest moan he could muster. He lifted his tail and run it up between the other's legs, since the older pilot had his wrists pinned hard to the metal below him. He felt Falco tense and his grip tighten. Fox smirked and moaned again, folding his ears back. He whimpered the other's name, then moaned it long and low. Falco made a little sound at these noises. With his tail, Fox could feel that his plan had worked. He had successfully turned the bird on.

"That was low..." Falco grumbled.

"A little... below the belt, don't you think?" Fox asked, forcing his voice to be low and hot, practically whispering.

"So that's how it's gonna be? We're gonna play dirty now, huh? Well guess what Foxy. That plan works both ways,"

"Tch!" Fox smirked, meeting the other's eyes, "What can you do? No sound you can make can turn-..." he started, his body filled with confidence, but he choked on his words when he felt the other grab his tail by the base. His eyes widened when he felt him start to toy with it and rub at it, "F-fuck..." he cursed as his cheeks burned. That was definitely a flaw in his design.

"Feels good, don't it, Foxy?" Falco asked, having a shit-eating grin on his face.

"F-fuck you," Fox growled, balling his hands into fists as he felt his body's pleasure sensors turn on and shoot that feel good chemical through his nerves, something he didn't want to happen.

"No, I'm gonna be the one fucking you, remember?"

Fox pulled back his free fist to punch the other in the face but Falco grabbed his wrist and pinned it back down, holding both his hands above his head with one hand. Fox growled at this, yanking at his wrists, but he only hurt himself. He knew he would have bruises on his wrists after this.

"So feisty," Falco said, moving his free hand to toy with the other's tail again. Fox just clenched his eyes shut as he tried to forget the other was there. He also clenched his jaw shut. He refused to make any happy sounds, knowing he would lose if he did. "Are you impressed that I knew about your little secret?"

"N-not really," Fox said, his voice sounding strained, "I always knew you were a p-pedophile in a past life. That's why you stole that v-van, right?"

Falco tugged on the other's tail, making Fox grunt and tense. His jaw was starting to hurt from holding it closed so tightly. "Careful Foxy. I've you by the balls here. I don't think you wanna be makin' jokes like that," Falco warned, "Why don't you just admit it now, eh? Admit it that you'd be my little bitch and I'll let you go,"

Fox opened his eyes and forced a grin, "Heh, I'm nobody's b-bitch," he said.

"If you say so," The bird said, giving a sigh though he still smiled. He took his hand back from the fox's tail, making the younger pilot relax. He walked his fingers up his chest, starting from the bottom of his jacket. He popped the buttons of his jacket open as he went. He came to the vest under the white jacket and got tired of the buttons, so he just yanked it open, popping the buttons off.

Fox looked down when he did this, "Not a big fan of fabric, are you?" he asked.

"Not this fabric," Falco said he then ripped the white button up shirt under that open and yanked off his tie, "God damn! Why is there so much fuckin' clothing?"

"Because the military likes us to be fancy,"

"This isn't fancy. This is bull shit,"

"You should put in a complaint to the general. It'll say, 'General, please make uniforms with less clothing so I can rip them off Fox easier. Love, Falco,' " Fox said, looking down. He lifted his tail, now that it was free, and ran it up between the other's legs again, making Falco flinch. Fox poked at the bulge in the other's dress pants, "Hmm, I'm not a doctor, but I'd have to say that you've got one happy camper pitching a tent there," he said, smirking up at him.

Falco blushed under his feathers but grinned down at him, "Heh, I could say the same to you," he said then grabbed the other by the base of his tail again, making the younger pilot go tense. He ran his finger tips around the it firmly then ran his fingers up the underside. Fox made a little face, clenching his jaw shut again. He closed his eyes again as a blush crawled up onto his own cheeks. He opened his eyes again after a moment then took a deep breath. He bent his knees and tucked them under the other, then pressed his shin into his groin, pulling his knee towards him slowly. Falco sucked in a sharp breath at his, a shiver ran down his spin too, making his feathers stand up. Fox used this to his advantage. He yanked his wrists out from the other's hold and grabbed his wrists. He pushed his leg out from under him and flipped him over, quickly moving to sit on his stomach so he couldn't keep rolling and slam him back down again. Falco's eyes widened when he was suddenly laying back on the wing. He looked up at his friend, who was grinning deviously.

Fox put one hand on the other's chest then used his teeth to pull off the glove over his hand. He did the same for his other hand, making sure Falco was watching the entire time. He then held up his hands, showing his short but sharp black claws, "See, I won't have trouble getting your clothes off," he said then clawed his jacket, vest, and undershirt open in a matter of seconds. He was careful not to cut him though.

"Heh," Falco choked out, "L-look at you being resourceful,"

Fox's ears perked up when he heard the other stutter. He then grinned and put both his hands on the other's now bare chest, "Wait, did you just stutter? If I remember correctly, bitches stutter. Does this mean you're my bitch?"

"As if!" Falco shouted, forcing himself not to stutter. Since when could Fox put on the sexy act?

"No no, I think it does. I think it does," Fox suddenly lifted his ass and moved back, slamming it back down to sit over the other's groin. Falco wasn't ready for that one, so he couldn't stop his head from tilting back and from a loud groan to rush out of his throat. Fox's eyes widened at this, not expecting a reaction like that. What was more surprising, was that his sound made tingly feelings shoot down to his own groin.

"F-fuck..." Falco mumbled and opened his eyes again. He saw white from that one. "Shit, come here," he grabbed the other by the tie that still hung loosely around his neck and yanked him down, crashing their lips together. Fox's eyes widened in surprise, but he kissed him back, fighting him for control of the kiss. Falco fought back, putting a hand on the back of the other's head, but Fox slammed his ass back down against him again. Falco growled in pleasure but pulled back from the other, "St-stop doing that," he said, a little breathless.

"Why?" Fox asked, smirking, "Bitches moan, don't they? I'm just proving my point,"

Falco chuckled, shaking his head, "Oh no, you don't get it," he grabbed the other by his open jacket and pulled him down, flipping him over again. Fox made an unhappy sound at this, but his eyes flew wide open when he felt the other's hips collide with his roughly. Now it was his turn to groan in want, even if it was against his will. "How would you like it," Falco started, pulling his hips back then collided with the other's again after every few words, "If I... did this... to you... over... and over... and over... again, heh?" He was panting now and openly groaning at the feeling.

No matter how hard Fox tried, he couldn't stop himself from moaning and groaning at the feeling of the other hitting his hips over and over again. It hurt the thin skin over his hip bones, but felt amazing just between them. He closed his eyes, trying to go to his happy place, but Falco would always bring him back again. He was panting heavily now from all the effort he was putting into fighting against all this, but his control was tossed out the window when Falco pulled back and collided with him hard, grinding against him. He moaned loud and long, tilting his head back as his eyes flew open wide. He looked up at Falco, seeing his bright blue eyes were now dark and glassy, probably the same as his own eyes. He wrapped his arms around him and pulled him down to kiss him again, using his claws to rip all the clothing off his torso, leaving his upper body completely bare.

Falco didn't fight it. They both knew they were past the point of fighting now. He got the rest of the other's clothes off too, lifting him out of them. He grabbed them and tossed them off somewhere, not really caring where they went. Fox didn't care either. It's not like he liked that uniform.

Fox reached up and pulled the other down then rolled him so he was hover him again, only this time, he moved to just lay on top of him, burying his fingers into the feather's on his head. His shoulder lifted some as he rested his elbows on either side of his head. He kept his eyes closed and continued to kiss the other, his lower half resting between the other's legs.

Falco didn't mind being the one laying down right now. He got to run his hands up and down the curve of the tom's back. He toyed with his tail sometimes, just to hear him make those delicious sounds that Fox wasn't hiding anymore. He bent his knees, resting his feet on the wing of his plane. He started to grind up to the other, earning a pleasant growl from the vulpine. Fox shifted his knees to rest on either side of his hips under his thighs then grind back against him, keeping his body as close to the other's as he could. Falco moved his hands down the curve of the other's back again and to the other's ass, giving it a grope. Fox had to pull away from their kiss to gasp for air, which he was running dangerously low on. He buried his face into the other's neck, closing his eyes as he panted and moaned. His ears were laid down and his tail was curled up into the air, twitching every now and then.

Falco opened his eyes some when the other buried his face into his neck. He looked up at the stars a moment then back at the fox. He leaned his head up some and started to nibble on one of his long ears. Not hard enough to hurt him, but hard enough, that it make a shiver rush down Fox's spine then up his tail, making the tip flick to the side. The bird then moved his mouth down to his neck and teased that, earning a whimper and a tilt of the head. He then flipped the other back over, hovering over him on his hands and knees. He moved his mouth down and let it wander, nipping here and there.

Fox put his hands on the back of the other's head, closing his eyes and tilting his head back. He gave up on fighting for dominance a while ago and just let the other do as he pleased. He didn't fight against the sounds that slipped from his lips either, though he was shocked at the fact he could actually make sounds like that.

He held his eyes closed until he felt the other's beak pause near his growing problem. He looked down at the other and met his gaze.

"You know..." Falco started quietly, "If it goes farther than this... then it's gonna change everything between us,"

Fox paused at this. He was right. Once you have sex with your best friend, you tend to not act the same around each other. Sure you could act like this never happened; you could joke around and laugh like you had before and pretend like you weren't connected to each other much more than friends should have been, but there will always be that thought in the back of your head that nags at you. The mental images of your friend taking you, throwing you over that edge you never thought the two of you would find together... You couldn't view either other in the same light anymore.

Falco moved his hands to rest near the other's shoulders, lifting himself up to look down at him, "You're nervous," he stated.

"No I'm not,"

"Fox..."

Fox sighed and looked away from his crystal blue eyes, "Of course I'm nervous..." he admitted quietly, "It's not the pain that scares me; I can deal with that. It's just..."

"It's just the thought of losing a friendship you can't replace if this isn't what you really want," the older pilot said in an understanding way. Sure Falco didn't seem like the type to be caring, understanding, and wise, but he wasn't stupid. He knew what continuing would do to them.

"Yeah," Fox looked back up at him, emerald connecting with crystal, "What if all this was just that alcohol we had? What if we do this, but then regret it terribly later?"

Falco watched as he real Fox started coming back; the Fox only he really saw. He looked so nervous and uncertain, his eyes shining with a mixed emotions as they pled for answers. Falco lifted a hand and put it on the tom's cheek, caressing it some, "There's always gonna be 'what if's Fox... It's just up to you to push through those 'what if's away to make a decision,"

"Well what do you-..."

"No, don't ask what I think. You have to come up with this one on your own,"

Fox frowned and put a hand over the hand that rested on his cheek. He closed his eyes a moment, turning his head to nuzzle his hand. He then paused, letting his thoughts run through his head. He was quiet a long time then opened his eyes, looking off to the side. He looked up at the other, his lips parting in with an unasked question. He drew a breath to speak, but then sighed and looked away again.

"What?" Falco asked, tilting his head when he saw the other was having trouble speaking what was on his mind.

"No, it's nothing," Fox said, shaking his head.

"No, it's something. Tell me,"

The younger pilot sighed, "I don't think you'd like it,"

"Stop worrying about me. I'll be fine. Worry about yourself right now,"

Frowning, Fox paused for a moment, hesitating, but he finally drew a breath to speak and didn't sigh it out this time, "I want to wait," he said, a little rushed, as though he was afraid of the other's reaction.

"Ok," Falco said simply, moving to sit back on his ankles.

Fox was surprised at how easy the other handed that answer. He sat up on his elbows and tilted his head a little, "Really?" he asked in confusion, "You're not mad?"

Falco moved to sit beside him and turned his head to look at him, "No, why should I be?"

"Well I just thought..."

Falco gave the other's forehead a flick, smiling, "See that's your problem. You think too much. You're gonna dig your grave if you keep acting like that. If you wanna wait, then we will. No big deal. Ain't like the world's ending at midnight,"

"I think it's past midnight,"

"See? No problem. Now uh..." Falco looked around then over the wing at the ground, "Where'd you throw my jacket?"

Fox sat up and blinked. He looked down at his nails and plucked a piece of fabric from under one of them, "Uh... I think you're going to need a new uniform," he said, holding it up.

Falco looked at him then at the little piece of white fabric. He blinked but then snorted, grinning, "I wouldn't have wanted my uniform destroyed any other way," he said, leaning over to press a kiss to the other's cheek. Fox had to close one of his eyes at this but he grinned too, happy that the atmosphere wasn't super awkward or heavy, like he had feared.

"Think they'll give you a new one without question?" Fox asked, flicking the piece of fabric away.

"Probably. But if they do ask, I'll just tell them I was touched by an angel,"

Fox snorted at that comment, "They'll have you filing out molestation paper work if you tell them that,"

Falco couldn't help but bust out laughing at this. His laughing made Fox smile more. Now it was Fox's turn to look around for his uniform. He eventually found it on the ground. It was all intact, since Falco didn't have claws to shred it apart with. After taking a quick dip in a icy nearby river to make sure the downtown lights were out, Fox pulled on his uniform shirt, vet, and jacket, but it hung open since all the buttons had popped off.

"What are we going to tell them when we walk in with you shirtless and my uniform buttonless?" Fox asked as he climbed into the backseat of Falco's Arwing, kicking the empty bottles out of the way enough so he could put his feet on flat on the ground.

Falco paused once he was in the driver's seat and closed the cockpit door, "Uh..."

"Oh wait, wait, I got it. If they ask questions, we tell them you got us drunk again, you stole a van, magically found a bucket of sea monkeys-..." Fox started but Falco cut him off with a loud, disapproving sound.

"Stop it! Don't make me come back there!" he shouted, flailing an arm. Fox grinned at his reaction. Falco started up the plane then slowly hovered upwards, the legs of the plane tucking under it. "I don't know what we'll tell them. We'll have to come up with something,"

"Ah so this wasn't part of your battle plan, was it?" Fox asked as he smoothed out his crazed fur so he didn't look like he almost had sex with his best friend. He leaned forward in his seat as the plane shot off and reached around the other's seat to his head. He smooth out his feathers for him, "Didn't count on any of this, did you? Whatever happened to 'Expect the unexpected'?"

"I'm sorry. I'll pack condoms the next time I break you out of a military party," Falco said, not really fazed by the other's actions. They never really had personal space before, so why should their actions just moments before change any of that.

When Fox was done, he put his hands on the sides of the other's seat, peaking around at him, "Are they going to be flavored condoms?" he asked.

"Hey now, don't start that shit. I just took a bath in an ice cold river because of you. I will not do it a second time,"

Fox laughed at this. He loved how easily they could joke about what just happened. Maybe there was something else there. He wouldn't really know until morning though.