Chapter Four

Fair Play

Jake sighed as he used his towel to wipe the sweat from his forehead. The smell of propane, sweat, and hot iron premeditate throughout the hanger. The sound of the tom's heavy breathing echoed across the room. He looked at the bright shining metal that would be the skeleton of the Robo T-Bone. He had worked late into the morning on it with sleep being the last thing on his mind. Now his eyes were heavy and his body shaking with exhaustion. He needed sleep. He wheeled the skeleton over to an open alcove in the wall of the hanger. He stored it inside and pressed a hidden button on the wall. He would show Chance what he was up to once he was finished. It would be a great surprise.

The tired sure shot got out of his jumpsuit and stripped to his boxers. He moved up the stairs and out of the hanger. He laid down on the couch and got as comfortable as he could. The brown tom sighed and looked over at the clock. It was 11:00am and Chance was still not back yet. He wondered when his best friend would get home.

"Maybe he got drunk or something? Might not be back till later."

"Wouldn't doubt it. He is a party animal."

"Ain't that the truth." Jake closed his eyes and let sleep take him once more. He just hoped this time there wouldn't be any bad dreams.

"Yo, Jake. Buddy? Wake up." The voice reached Jake's ears making the tom grumble and roll over. "You need to wake up buddy. It's Five O'clock." Jake's eyes slowly opened and the harsh light made him close them again. He waited for a moment for his eyes to adjust and slowly opened them again. Chance stood over him wearing half way buttoned up shirt and black pants. The yellow and striped tom looked down at him with a smile.

"About time buddy. I was wondering if I was going to have to pull a Sleeping Beauty on ya." Jake sighed and slowly sat up. Like that would ever happen.

"Sorry. I was up late last night," Jake mumbled as he stretched his back and yawned.

"Couldn't tell," Chance laughed, "Working late of something?"

"Nope. I had myself a sexy party."

"Really?" Jake laughed at Chance's expression of; 'why didn't you invite me?.'

"No not really. Yeah, I was working last night. What were you up to?" Chance smirked and looked away.

"Just hanging out with a friend."

"Who?" Jake was awake enough now to show curiosity. He did want to meet Chance's friend.

"Feral."

"Liar."

"Yep. But you'll meet 'em soon enough. I definitely want my best friends opinion of them."

"Alright. I'll wait a bit longer. But hurry it up will you? No telling how much longer our friendly neighborhood villains are going to keep quiet."

"I know. I know. I'm going to go change. Wanna go out for dinner tonight? Just the two of us?"

"Yeah. I don't feel like cooking." Chance gave Jake a thumbs up and left the room. The brown tom got off the couch and stretched.

"He smelled like sex." His mind stated out of nowhere.

"W-What?"

"You smelled it too. You just ignored it. He smelled like sex."

"No he didn't..."

"You keep telling yourself that." Jake sighed and moved into his room. He pulled on a black short sleeve shirt and a pair of blue jeans. His mind was right, Chance did smell funny. But that didn't prove he smelled like sex. It could have been he got drunk and fell asleep in a closet or something. Closets were musty. Jake slipped on his socks and sighed. Was he really trying to come up with excuses like that? So what if Chance had sex last night. Did it really matter?

"It matters. And you know why."

"Shut up..." The voice was silenced by Jake's demand. He didn't want to think about it. He just wanted to move on and go to dinner with Chance. Maybe the two of them could see a movie or something while they were out. It would be a nice night.

Okay, it wasn't a good night. First off the restaurant had been really busy, preventing the two from getting their food for ages. If that wasn't bad enough, they screwed up Jake's order and he had to send it back. Which caused his wait to be longer and sending it back wasn't any help to getting a warm plate of food. There was supposed to be a good horror movie out called; 'Sigmund's Blade.' The trailers for the movie made it seem really good but it was a flop. The scenes in the trailer where short and all jammed together. From then on the movie got boring and the acting was terrible. Jake stood outside the theater looking very unhappy. This wasn't how tonight was supposed to go.

"Sorry about the dud of a movie buddy." The sure shot looked over at his ace pilot.

"Not your fault. You didn't direct the movie.

"What do you want to do now?"

"Let's just go home." The two toms made it back to their truck. Chance started the truck and the two sat there, waiting for it to warm up. After a good fifteen minutes the two were off.

Jake sighed as he sat down on the sofa and turned on the T.V. David Litterman was on and his guest for the night was the actor Brad Paw. The two of them were discussing the actor's new religious practices. The brown tom rolled his eyes and changed the channel. Religion wasn't really his things. He never saw a reason to believe in a god. His belief was science.

"Nothing on?" The larger tabby sat beside Jake as he asked his question.

"Nope. I think I'll turn in early…" Chance gave Jake a disappointed look but didn't argue.

"Sorry for the bad night!" Jake just waved his hand as Chance spoke. He knew the tom had tried, but everything had just gone wrong. It really didn't help the feeling that things were changing. The two really had started spending less and less time together.

"Damn this quiet calm shit." Jake was getting tired of the villains not showing up. He wanted some action. He wanted to be able to fly in the Turbokat with Chance and reconnect. They needed it that.

"Figures the damn bad guys vanish and things start falling apart." Jake said as he closed his bedroom door. He undressed and got into a pair of shorts. Once in bed, he stared up at the ceiling once again. He wasn't tired really yet he just wanted to lay there alone. Was he growing accustom to the loneliness? The sure shot sighed and rolled over. His mind wondered back to earlier in the day. What if Chance was going out and getting laid? Was it any of his business? Why did he care? The small tom tossed and turned, his mind never leaving the subject.

"Damn it. I need to stop thinking about this."

"You can't."

"Why not?"

"Isn't it obvious?"

"No…"

"Yes it is. You're jealous."

"I am not!"

"You can't lie to me. You're jealous at the thought of someone being closer to him than you."

"I…I…" For the first time Jake found himself speechless, and at the hands of his own mind.

"You like the thought of being the only one close to him. You like the idea of him and you being the only ones who you each share your secrets with. You know why you feel that way. Why deny it?"

"…Shut up."

"You know it. Even if you don't want to say it."

"I said Shut up!"

"Fine fine. I'll stop. But you know…turn about is fair play."

"W-What do you mean?"

"Nothing much. Just go to sleep. You know you're tired." Jake nodded and closed his eyes. He really hadn't had much sleep. His mind drifted off into dreamlessness.

Calico Briggs sat in her bed, a small lamp illuminating her bedside. She had a book in her hand, one of her funny mystery novels. One didn't need a lot of attention to read them and the jokes helped relax her after a hard day in the office. Her eyes were slowly growing heavier as she sat there. A breeze blew her curtains up, the long white fabric wafting in the wind. The she-kat put a bookmark in her book and closed it. As she reached up for her glasses, she spotted the shadow behind her curtains.

"H-Hello? Who's there?" she asked. She hoped it wasn't Dr. Viper or Hard Drive standing in front of her window. The last thing she needed was for one of the villains of Megakat City to make their first reappearance to kidnap her in her night gown.

"It's just me, Ms. Briggs." A familiar voice spoke from behind the curtain. A black gloved hand reached out and pulled the curtain aside. Callie Briggs stared in slight awe at the SWAT Kat before her.

"Razor? What are you doing here?" the blond she-kat pulled her comforter over her chest in embarrassment.

"What can I say? I missed you." The shorter tom said with a shrug. He walked over to the foot of the bed, his eyes giving her form the once over.

"You…you missed me?" Briggs was obviously confused. Razor just chuckled as he sat on the end of her bed.

"Yeah. I missed seeing that beautiful face of yours. It's been quite while since we've seen each other." The sure shot smiled at her as he looked into her eyes. The Deputy Mayor could feel her ears turn pink. Razor was flirting with her.

"Well...I appreciate the visit...and the compliment but..." she trailed off as Razor's look turned into an expression of hurt.

"You don't want to see me?" he sounded wounded. Callie quickly shook her head.

"No! That's not it...it's just..."

"You like T-Bone better huh?" Razor's eyes fell and his ears went flat against his head. Callie felt guilty as she stared at the saddened SWAT Kat.

"No. That isn't it either. I just...I never know you felt this way." She had to say something. Seeing one of her constant heroes so down was hurting her.

"I do. You are the most beautiful she-kat in all of Megakat City. I'm always worried when something attacks the city it's going to go after you. I want you to be safe, Ms. Briggs." The tom's voice regained some of its self-esteem. The jump suit wearing kat climbed onto the bed and crawled towards her. "I haven't been able to take my mind off of you all these weeks. I kept wondering if you were alright, wondered if you missed me like I missed you."

"I...I..." Callie Briggs sharp mind seemed to be failing her. She had never expected one of the SWAT Kats to be interested in her, let alone come visit her in the night. It was like one of those super hero movies. The blond soon found herself face to face with Razor, his warm breath washing over her face. His breath smelled of cool mint and his fangs shined. He took good care of his teeth.

"You what...Ms. Briggs?" the tom asked in a hushed whisper. His want was radiating off of him like heat. His arms were on either side of her waist and his legs on either side of hers. Only clothes and her blanket separated their bodies. Callie had always thought Razor was cute. She did like her toms somewhat shorter than most she-kats. She short kind sweet ones were her first choice.

"I...I don't know what to say." She spoke the truth. Part of her could not believe this was happening. It had to be a dream. But she knew better. This was real, all real.

"Can I kiss you?" The question shocked her system as she heard it. Razor...wanted to kiss her. She swallowed the sudden lump in her throat. She nodded slowly and Razor smiled. He bent in and kissed her gently on the lips. She returned the kiss, feeling her body temperature begin to rise with the contact. The SWAT Kat's paws moved to her waist and gently rubbed up and down her ribs. Taking her torso in his grip, he lowered Ms. Briggs down so she lay beneath him. The kiss was soon deepened as the comforter was removed from her body by the tom. The two continued to kiss until Razor backed away and moved his face down to her neck. His hands moved around her body, exploring it through her gown. She couldn't stop herself from making small mews and moans. The sure shot had talented and delicate hands.

As the SWAT Kat continued to use his expert hands, Callie found herself wanted him. Working for the Mayor left her little time for dating, and she had to admit the tom above her was attractive. She unzipped his flight suit and pulled it off his shoulders. Razor smirked as helped her remove the suit, leaving him in mask and boxers. He pulled her gown up and off of her, revealing no bra and black panties.

"Black suits you." he chuckled as he lowered his head. Moving the undergarment aside, Razor began his tongue. Ms. Briggs moaned as the tom continued to use his talents on her. She soon became light headed as her pleasure was building up. The SWAT Kat seemed able to sense her want and with his finger, he pushed her over the edge.

Callie laid on the bed panting. She hadn't orgasmed like that in quite a while. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Razor's boxers fall off the bed. She looked down to see him pulling a condom out of his jumpsuit and brought the wrapper to his mouth. Once it was on his securely he positioned himself at her entrance. He slowly slipped inside of her, the deputy mayor's body shuttering as he did. Once he was in, he waited until her body adjusted and began to move. Ms. Briggs moaned as Razor lifted her waist and started hitting her spot with each thrust. Her noises grew louder and louder as he continued. Her body tightened around him, sweat beads rolled off of her stomach.

"Oh...Razor!" The smaller tom quickened his pace as her moans spurred him on. With a loud grunt his body shook. Callie moaned, the feeling of his pulsating giving her chills. He collapsed on top of her panting hard. He rolled off of her and took the condom off. Tying it, the threw it towards the trash bin she had over by the wall.

"That...was amazing." Callie felt the tom wrap his arms around her. He smiled and kissed her again.

"That is was." Ms. Brigg's mind was fogged with the after high. Her mind couldn't think beyond the moment. She closed her eyes as Razor removed her glasses. Her breathing soon became steady as she fell asleep.