Max entered the empty senate chamber room, it was late at night the only light filling the area being that from the moon through the glass ceiling. He looked around the vast circular room, his eyes tracing across the balconies when a voice took him by surprise.
"I can't do this anymore Max." The feline swerved around to see Olivia sitting in one of the seats behind him. Her voice was hoarse as she rubbed her face. The cardinal's figure was outlined by the pale moonlight as she sat there. Her eyes met his.
"Olivia? What are you talking about?"
"This...," she slowly rose from the seat and approached the balcony, standing next to him. "Being apart of this. I wasn't meant for it."
Max shook his head, taking her hand. "I don't think anyone was meant for this, but if there's one person qualified for the job, it's you."
She shook her head still looking at the other blue-hued balconies in the moonlight and the seats far below. She knew Max was just trying to make her feel better. He didn't know what it was really like though. He was just a military figure, nothing compared to being chancellor, being the regarded leader of a planet. However now she was aware that her seat of power didn't really have much power to begin with. "He said it himself, I'm just a figurehead."
"Who said that!" belted Max sharply.
She paused. She didn't realize she had said that out loud. "Akun, my chief advisor told me that earlier." She gripped his hand stronger. "But he's right Max, I have no power. Akun is going to move to the senate to assemble an attack against the Tigrinian Federation."
Max blinked. He was in the military and saw that the Tigrinian's posed a threat. Tonight they had just revealed themselves as a danger to the people of Lylat with their terrorist actions and he felt in his mind that the right course of action was to set the province in its place. "Isn't that a good thing Olivia?"
"No!" she shouted. The word echoed off the marble walls around them. He recoiled, realizing that he had aggravated her more. "I'm sorry. I didn't know you had other ideas to handle this situation..."
"I do!" she continued hotly. "We're a civilized planet Max. We have to use diplomacy in this." She took both his hands moving closer, which took the feline by surprise. "We just got out of some of the worst military conflict Lylat has ever seen in the Androssian takeover and I don't want to go back to it."
"I suppose...you're right..." he replied softly.
"I'm tired of the fighting and the duty Max. I can't relax. I have to make things right for Corneria. I have to do this...right..." She started shaking. Fatigue was gripping her body as she leaned into Max. He grabbed her by the shoulders catching her.
"Easy there girl, looks like you could use some..." Before he could finish her beak found his lips and all went silent.
Wolf felt himself become an animal, feral again, as he was pulled into the shower. Fox gave a soft chuckle showing off his canine teeth, his hot breath meeting Wolf's snout. It enraptured him even more, the water beating on his back and running down his fur, the hotness filling him from the inside out. Fox wrapped his arms around him, wasting no time to press his lips to Wolf's, no time to even think of what they were doing. It was just happening. They could have spent their thoughts going over in their heads what was going on, why this was happening, but something had kicked in blocking all this. Their thoughts were only on each other. A cork had come off a bottle and the feelings they had for each other were suddenly fizzling out un-relentlessly, not abating one bit. Suddenly with shock Wolf felt a paw go where he had never felt someone else's go before. What was meant for greeting someone, piloting a fighter from behind white gloves, was suddenly intimate with him. Fox pulled away from the embrace just looking at him from behind his soaked orange fur as his companion returned the gaze unsure of how to react what was being done. It felt so good to him, he didn't want it to stop, he only wanted more and Fox knew it.
Katt and Falco entered their hotel room after an excruciating security check at the airport. Still no word from Olivia but they had learned enough from the terminal newsstands of what had happened. Falco threw his bag on the floor and flopped onto the bed.
"Hell I'm tired," he moaned, kicking his boots off and stretching his legs out. He wriggled his talons around as he watched Katt go into the bathroom and toss back her white hair. She tied it in the back with a hairband to wash her face. She looked beautiful there he thought as his eyes traced her figure. Her bright pink fur was matted and ruffled under her white tanktop and boyish boxers. She stood there and splashed water on her face, that tail of hers wandering around with a mind of its own, almost enticing him. I mean yeah they had just had a four hour interstellar flight but even when she's worn-out she still manages to pull it off. Falco pulled himself off the bed and waltzed over to the small bathroom, slowly entering the door peaking in. She looked up in the mirror at his reflection. He stood there with nothing but boxers and a smug grin.
She laughed, "You gotta be kidding me."
He frowned, the blue feathers on his chest puffing out even more. "Oh c'mon, you used to enjoy this you know." He pulled his arms around her waist as she dried her face with a towel.
"I thought you were tired?" she questioned. He pressed his beak to her neck running his hands up her tanktop. "Oh I see! You're never tired for sex right?" He moaned and nodded his beak into her fur, his hands rising further. She grabbed his arms.
"Well guess what, I'm tired. And when I'm tired...," she pulled away. "That means I'm tired." She walked out the door taking the hairband out and letting her hair down leaving a very disappointed avian to look at himself in the mirror. "Turn the light out when you come to bed."
He slammed the bathroom door shut.
Olivia fiddled with her door lock as Max lapped around the feathers on her neck. They were sneaking in through the back way at the Chancellor's mansion to avoid a security check in. The door she was fighting with led to her bedroom wasting no time to get to what she wanted. "This damn thing won't open!" she growled. She slid her keycard through and the lock finally accepted it, clicking open. The room was dark from all the lights being off, but Max could tell it was massive. Tall opulent windows sheathed in curtains on the far end with tall potted plants around the bed adorned the bedroom. He yelped as Olivia pulled him through the doorway returning her beak to his lips as she threw her long black coat off. As they fell onto the grand size bed she unbuttoned her black uniform.
"You don't mind that I'm government do you?" she frantically said as she pulled at the buttons. Max was struggling with his jacket in the process.
He shook his head. "You know what I realized Olivia after being around you so much." She yanked back her black blouse, pulling her arms out of it, her red feathers puffing out from being bent backwards. "I realized that if it weren't for you...I wouldn't be alive."
"How the hell did I manage that?" she gasped as she pulled at his belt buckle undoing the clasp.
"Well," he started, still breathing with lust. "When I was lieutenant on the capital ship, and you staged that mutiny." She slowed and nodded. "If you hadn't done that I would have been on that ship when it blew up."
She smiled and pulled him close, his lips meeting her beak once again. "Then I guess you don't care about me being government?"
"As long as you don't care I'm military."
She laughed. This is what she had needed, that little thing to help her unwind, to let out all the tension. Max looked amazing in the moonlight, for a feline she thought. His chest was brilliant white with orange, brown and black splotches of fur in random places. She would have preferred an avian, but Max was someone she had grown to like, and besides, the calico was damn good looking. His long tail wrapped around her leg which felt definitely odd, but still nice. One advantage to sleeping with a feline she thought, those long furry tails. She let out a small laugh.
"What's so funny," he pouted. They were both completely absent of clothes now, burying each other in the sheets.
"Nothing," she said grinning. He growled with a smile and pounced on her.
Fox growled and shoved Wolf up against the wall making him yelp but grin in excitement at the same time. He buried his muzzle into his neck, his hands still doing what they were before. Fox was even more animalistic then he was and he was liking it.
"I never knew foxes could be such noble creatures," moaned Wolf. Fox suddenly stopped and looked at him. That line echoed through his head over and over, and instantly he remembered where he heard it. Months ago on the Great Fox, the hangar, it was where he first saw Wolf after saving his life. Suddenly he was there again, stepping off the lift into the hangar, seeing that shadowy figure, watching him run a hand through his hair and stand before his smoking Wolfen. He was wearing his black jacket, his black piloting trousers with the boots that came over them and up to the knee. He had looked amazing, his one eye patch that signified who he was, that coy grin as though he were smiling at the irony of them being near each other. It was where their adventure had begun. Perhaps that grin meant he knew they'd be at this point eventually, together in this intimacy, this embrace. The past continued to echo in his head as the present unraveled in front of him.
"I'd like to think, that by showing trust the other person would return it," Fox finally said. They were the first words he had spoken after entering this unknown territory with Wolf.
"You wouldn't run away from me would you Fox?" He paused. For the first time Fox was forced to think about what they were doing. It was a region in life never traveled by him. He had saved planets, defeated evil, risked himself before all else and now he was facing something that he never thought he would. But he cared about Wolf, for the first time in his life he truly found someone he cared about. And to think all those years he had been there, just lost to the wrong cause, diluted by the wrong people, but still there was someone he cared about and now he had him, on his side, with his trust, right in front of him.
"Never," he finally said. They looked at each others eyes, the only sound being the streams of water blasting from the showerhead.
"Then make love to me." The words hit him like a good punch to the stomach making him freeze and stiffen up. He felt the back of his neck tingle even though only the water was beating there. This was the point of no return.
A/N Hope you enjoyed that, but hang on, things are gonna get crazy soon.