Even though he was alone, Justin found comfort in the silence of the workshop. He didn't know how long he had been staring into the dying fire, but he was almost certain it had more than 45 minutes since Joralyn left. His vision was beginning to blur and his eyes burned, but the fire was so enchanting. He loved watching the little sparks dance around the smoke and burn out. He rubbed his eyes wearily and sighed.

"You're still here?" Justin turned and saw Joralyn walking in the door. "Gods I thought you went back to your room after I left." She mused as she began to put her tools away. Justin put his mask back on.

"Nope, never left." He smiled. "I was waiting for your return, fair maiden." He added, batting his eyelashes at her. She laughed and threw a towel at him, which he caught easily. "Oh shut up." She giggled. Justin handed the towel back to her. "Justin…" She said slowly. He looked at her, softening his expression when he saw her face. "Yes…?"

She shook her head. "You shouldn't have skipped that meeting…" Her tone caused Justin's stomach to drop. "Why." He asked expectantly. She looked up at him and his heart faltered as she spoke. "They approved Jenner's motion… We're staying here." She said gravely.

Justin stumbled back a step and sat down heavily on the bench. "I wasn't sure if I should tell you now or let you figure it out later…" Justin couldn't breathe. Joralyn stared at him for a few moments before busting out laughing. Justin jumped and gave her a weird look.

"Oh MAN you shoulda seen yer face!" She continued cackling. Justin blinked at her. His mind didn't comprehend what was happening. But slowly, he started to understand, and he felt anger swell in his chest. Leaving Joralyn laughing to herself, he stormed out of the workshop, mad as a hornet. All the rats that passed him made sure to steer clear of him.

He walked into his room and slammed the door. He didn't even get a chance to sit down on his bed before there was a knock. Growling, he stood up and opened the door, instantly wishing he had ignored it. Jenner stood in the doorway smirking.

"My, my. Someone's in a bad mood." His tone was dark, and Justin did the best he could not to slam the door in his face. "Jenner. How was the meeting?"

"Oh I wouldn't know." Jenner said cryptically as he walked past Justin and into his room. "I didn't go." He said over his shoulder. Justin furrowed his eyebrows as Jenner walked around his room slowly, his hands behind his back, looking at his shelves. "You didn't?"

"Of course not. They didn't need me there. Besides, it would have been boring without you there." Justin bristled at Jenner's arrogant statement-smirk combo. "Yes I'm sure…" He said sarcastically. Jenner turned slowly, and once again, Justin wished he could take it back. "A bad mood indeed…" Jenner's voice dropped an octave, filling Justin's stomach with squirming knots.

Jenner took a step forward, and Justin stepped back. Why did this seem familiar?... He swallowed hard when he felt his back touch the door and heard it click shut. Jenner's expression was blank as he reached around him and locked it, his eyes never leaving Justin's. "What did I tell you about talking back?"

Justin shivered at Jenner's deep tone. Standing this close to him made Justin realize just how much taller Jenner was. He towered over him! There was no way he'd get lucky again. Jenner gently held his chin between his forefinger and thumb. "I didn't hear you…" He spoke again, softer this time.

Justin couldn't find his answer. It wasn't like Jenner to be so… intimate. It was scary. "I… I don't have to answer…" Justin said boldly. Jenner cocked an eyebrow at him. "Oh no?" He hissed dangerously. Justin felt his boldness and security slip away with each second he stared into Jenner's acidic eyes. "Says who?" Jenner pushed. Justin spoke softly. "I… I do… You don't get to tell me what to—" He didn't finish his sentence.

Jenner seized his lips in a heated kiss. Justin felt all of his muscles tense up, and he almost fell into a catatonic state. He felt his mind fog over, but there was still a small edge of sanity lingering within the fog. His mind screamed no, but his body screamed yes.

His damn treacherous body… He raised a hand to push Jenner away, but his wrist was caught and held above his head. Jenner licked his bottom lip, demanding entrance. Justin didn't dare object. Jenner's tongue snaked into his mouth and explored every inch, tangling with Justin's own tongue.

Jenner's tongue burned the inside of Justin's mouth, but somehow it didn't bother him as much as it should of. He flinched slightly when Jenner's fingers began to venture inside of his shirt and up his side, tracing each individual rib with his thumb. Justin couldn't stop himself from moaning quietly. Jenner let his fingers venture across Justin's chest, pausing temporarily to apply pressure to his nipple. Justin arched against Jenner, and a moan passed his lips again.

Jenner broke the kiss and began working on Justin's neck again. Justin's voice came in ragged staggering bursts, and it took all the willpower he possessed to keep his member tucked safely inside his body. Justin began to shake with each breath he took, and Jenner couldn't stop himself from smiling.

"How are you holding up, Captain?" Jenner whispered softly against Justin's neck, sending chills all over the other's suffering body. Justin blatantly refused to answer Jenner.

That was a bad mistake.

Jenner's hand snaked between their bodies, and he began to slowly massage the small slit concealing Justin's aching cock. A long moan tore its way out of Justin's throat, and he almost collapsed. His knees locked, but he refused to fall. He wouldn't let his body get the best of him.

Jenner gently took his earlobe in his mouth and began to suck slowly on time with his gentle strokes. Small helpless noises met his ears as he applied pressure to his rubbing. He could feel Justin's tip threatening to slide out any minute. Feeling crafty, he slid down to his knees and smirked up at Justin. Justin looked down at him with hooded eyes.

Justin already knew what Jenner had in mind, and he almost let his shaft slide free with anticipation. However, two could play this game, so he kept his muscles tensed. Jenner wanted it? He'd have to get it.

Almost as if he sensed Justin's thoughts, Jenner chuckled softly. He gripped Justin's hips and held him against the door. Justin's heart pounded blood into his ears as he watched Jenner's tongue flick out of his mouth. As soon as he felt the wet muscle against his slit, Justin let loose a cry of ecstasy before clamping his hand over his mouth, and tangling the other in Jenner's cloak.

Jenner licked the slit again, feeling the tip under his tongue. A devious thought crossed his mind and he boldly stuck his tongue into the slit. Justin's hips bucked forward, but Jenner held them firmly in place. He tasted the sweet pre-cum that was no doubt leaking from Justin's weeping shaft.

"C'mon, Justin. Let it go." He whispered sensually. Justin's face was flushed red, and Jenner could see his chest heaving. He had his eyes shut, and shook his head quickly. Jenner stuck his finger into the slit and massaged the member's head slowly. Justin's hips bucked forward once more before his cock slid out and into Jenner's hand. Jenner grinned in victory.

For a moment, he just looked at his prize. His eyes traveled up the body of his captive. Truly a beautiful creature. He smiled. "Looks like I've won." He rubbed his thumb over the head of Justin's throbbing member, smearing pre-cum over the surface. Noticing that Justin was about to collapse any moment, Jenner let go of Justin's member, getting a small noise of protest from him, and led him to his bed, where he sat him down.

Getting back on his knees, he firmly gripped Justin's member once more, causing Justin to throw his head back in utter bliss. He lapped up the sticky pre-cum and slowly took Justin in his mouth inch-by-agonizing-inch. He glanced up at Justin. The brown rat had his hands twisted in the bed sheets, his head was thrown back, his mouth open in a silent moan.

Jenner despised silence. He grazed his teeth up the length of Justin's sensitive member, earning a very delightful response.

"J-Jenner…" Justin quietly moaned out.

Hearing his name sent ripples of excitement through Jenner's body. He licked the heavy length from base to tip, and flicked his tongue over the head, teasing the slit carefully. Justin bucked forward, almost coming off the bed. He didn't really want to choke Jenner, but the assault on his sex was killing him.

"Jenner… I'm… I'm gonna…" Justin's voice was strained as he back arched dramatically.

Jenner leapt up and captured Justin's exclamation with a harsh kiss. Justin's seed shot onto his stomach and Jenner's tunic. He gripped Jenner's shoulder hard enough to leave a bruise. His cries died down and Jenner softened the kiss, melting any remains of hate that Justin held for him at that moment.

With a soft chuckle, Jenner looked into Justin's dark brown eyes, smiling. "I must say that was fantastic. Sadly, I have a meeting to attend." He stood and wrapped his long cape around himself, covering up the white stain on his shirt.

"So sorry to leave you like this." He said softly to the still slightly-aroused Justin, who was looking at him with a look of imploring confusion. He kissed Justin's sweaty forehead gently. "I promise I'll be back." He whispered gently. With one last smile, he unlocked the door, and left without another word.

Justin sat panting lightly on his bed, feeling somewhat at a loss. He chose to ignore the millions of thoughts racing through his head. His fogged mind was thinking one thing: sleep. He tore his tunic off and curled up on the bed, falling asleep in seconds.

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A/N: God this took forever. I kept getting side-tracked. I hope you know it took hours of research to figure out the anatomy of a male rat! BE GREATFUL! Anyways, sorry it took so long!