LEMON LEMON LEMON— I've decided that I'm just going to label each 'spicy' chapter and this is definitely spicy!

1986

Chip wiped off the blood leaking out of the side of his mouth with the back of his hand, and coughed. Getting into fights wasn't usually the name of the game when rescuing but when it did happen, he could hold his own. Gadget, Dale, Monterey, and Zipper were still back at Buckingham Palace sorting things out with the Queen after thwarting Fat Cat's plan to steal the Crown Jewels. But, at the suggestion of the great mouse detective, they'd both traveled back to his home. Oddly enough, Basil of Baker Street had fared far worse than Chip but was in far better spirits.

"What ho," Basil boomed as he grinned at his own reflection in the mirror above the mantel. "Was that some strapping fun, or what?" Chip leaned more on or what but said nothing as he took in the other detective's home. Organized chaos was the only term that came to mind when he saw magazines, empty smoking pipes, loose leaf paper and various other seemingly unrelated items strewn about Basil's place. The mouse plopped down in a chair and turned to Chip, giddiness shining clearly in his eyes, even the one that had a black ring around it.

"I don't know what passes for fun across the pond," Chip said as he side stepped what he believed to be trash. "But fighting off rats hired by a cat dead set on making us into ranger pate isn't it."

"If I recall correctly old boy, I believe he wanted to turn you and your friends into a pate. I was going to be the main dish." Chip looked over at Basil, not able to tear his eyes away from the cheeky smile plastered on the mouse's face. It wasn't the first time since coming to England that Chip found himself simultaneously enamored and annoyed by the charismatic mouse. Chip was generally attracted to women but he'd caught himself eying other males up before. He would never admit that to anyone but Dale. That said, not even Tom Selleck had anything on the creature standing before him. Taking a deep breath, Chip redirected his thoughts.

"You have a cut on your cheek, where's your first aid kit?"

"Eh, it's nothing."

"Oh it's definately something," Chip said, using his search for bandages and disinfectant as a distraction from Basil's magnetism.

"I've told you Chip, I'm alright."

"You're only 'alright' because you snorted half a pound of powdered cheddar before we busted Fat Cat and his crew. Don't think I didn't see that."

"Were you not supposed to?"

"You know taking that stuff is illegal, right? You get caught with it and you're going to jail." Basil laughed softly, a thing Chip only ever heard him do when he was thinking. "And what's so funny?"

"Nothing, you're just… interesting." Chip didn't know how to take that but blushed as he continued his hunt for bandages. "Really Chip, I'm fine. You're making a fuss over nothing."

"Everything is always nothing until it's something," Chip mumbled, moving things from one side of the mantle to the other in his search. Normally more attune to the movements of others, he was caught off guard when he felt Basil's form behind him. He turned and the look in the great mouse dective's eyes made him melt. The soft gaze, the cocky half smile, the athletic build that loomed just above him, they were all his undoing. Fearing that he might squeak instead of speak, Chip said nothing as Basil reached for him, the long fingers of his hand cupping his cheek.

"Indeed my good man," Basil said softly. "Everything is always nothing until it is undoubtedly something." Chip closed his eyes as Basil leaned down. He'd never admit it out loud but he wanted what Basil was about to give him. He just didn't want to see it coming. Weeks of working together and doing his best to hide his attraction to the mouse had culminated into this one moment. As if on cue with Chip's thoughts, Basil's lips touched his. Chip expected the tentative touch of someone unfamiliar with intimate contact with another male, but there was nothing tentative in Basil's kiss. There was a gentleness to it, but its possessiveness couldn't be ignored. Chip, having only ever been with females, was used to being the one in control of providing his partner pleasure. But there was no question. Basil had firmly taken on the role of 'lead' in whatever they were going to do.

Don't think about it, he chided himself inwardly as Basil's lips left his and traveled to his neck. This, this is nothing. Just two mammals doing a thing, that's it. Without a word spoken between them, Basil began to undress. With shaky fingers, Chip followed his lead. Once they were both naked, Chip's blush deepened, turning the beige fur of his cheeks red. He'd always had a thing for mice, but Basil was different. Despite his at times irksome personality and lack of humility, his body was utter perfection. Chip didn't have time to feel self conscious about his own before Basil took his hand and led him into his night-darken bedroom. Chip was insurmountably thankful for the lack of light in the room. He didn't think that he could go through with what he wanted so badly if he could in any way see himself doing it.

Basil's bed was soft and covered liberally in down comforters. They lessened the impact of his fall onto the bed when Basil dragged him down. Lips met again, and Chip once again gave in when Basil's tongue touched his. When he felt the mouse's tongue caress the roof of his mouth, a shiver racked his body. Basil moved to his neck and a moan left his parted lips when Basil nipped and licked him there. Unabashed in a way Chip could never imagine himself being with another male, Basil's mouth travelled lower. He used his tongue to playfully flick and tease Chip's nipples and the Chipmunk groaned. Chip had never known that his nipples were sensitive at all, let alone that anyone would have any interest in them. He didn't even have an interest in them, thinking them wasted pieces of anatomy that almost all mammals got but only some needed or used. When Basil's lips wrapped around one of Chip's nipples and began to suckle, Chip released a sound that he could only describe as shocked arousal. Basil smiled before repeating the action several times more with each nipple, until Chip was panting and breathless.

"Oh darling," Basil said with a soft seduction that dripped with cocky knowing, "if that's all it takes for you to be undone, you're going to completely unravel with what I'm going to do to you." Chip had no idea what the mouse meant or even what he was going to do, but he wanted it all. Basil's lips travelled lower, stopping briefly to dive the tip of his tongue into Chip's belly button, eliciting another shiver from the chipmunk before traveling lower. When Chip felt Basil's warm breath on his groin, he flinched and Basil chuckled. It wasn't as though Chip was new to receiving oral pleasures, but he'd never considered that he might receive it from another male. "Hold still love," Basil crooned, "I want us both to enjoy this." His voice dripped with a jovialness that annoyed Chip, and a seduction that owned him.

When Basil's lips wrapped around Chip's member, Chip felt his lungs fill and empty as he gasped deeply and moaned. "Please," he begged breathily as Basil began to take him deeper into his mouth. Although he didn't know what he was begging for, Chip was once again thankful for the darkness of the room. In that blackened chasm, closed off from the world and all its judgement, Chip could wholeheartedly receive what Basil was giving him. A guttural groan left his lips when Basil took him into his throat, flexing the muscles of his neck and mouth around Chip's member as he did.

Never having had someone deep throat him before, Chip panted, his labored breaths the only sound filling the room. He felt Basil use a long finger to caress the rim of his rosebud. Flinching because he'd never been touched there before, Chip did nothing to protest. With the way his member felt in the warm wet cavern of Basil's mouth, and the utterly exquisite feel of his slow tracing of Chip's entrance, the chipmunk would have allowed the mouse to do anything he wanted to him.

Just as he was about to explode, Basil pulled away and Chip, despite himself, cried out. "Not just yet, my good boy, there's still some fun a foot." Even though Chip couldn't see his associate turned lover, turned tormentor's face, he knew Basil had that devious smile that made his heart do flips, plastered across his face. "I'm pretty sure you're used to being the giver in these sort of situations," Basil continued to croon in his sultry British accent. "But tonight love, you are going to have the pleasure of receiving." It wasn't rocket science. Chip was pretty sure from the way Basil had kissed him, he knew how things were going to go, but what he didn't know was quite how things were going to work.

Before he could ask, Basil flipped him over, lifted his tail, and began to tongue Chip's rosebud. Chips cursed loudly in shock, gripping the sheets as he did. He'd never imagined that anyone would ever do that, let alone to him. Basil was an expert at it, kissing Chip's entrance languidly in between long, wet licks. Chip was panting and moaning incoherently as Basil played with him, the mouse using the tip of his tongue to toy with his entrance. Chip was beside himself, he wanted to beg the great mouse detective to enter him, to own him, to use him in whatever way that would get him off the grandest, but he didn't have the words for it. When Basil's finger, now generously covered in a lube Chip didn't even know he'd added, slid inside him, he groaned deeply into the sheets and cursed again. Basil worked his digit in with a practiced ease, and Chip continued to groan at the new type of intrusion until he felt the tip of Basil's finger touch his prostate. He let out a sound keen to a high pitched whimper and cried out with need as Basil leisurely caressed and gently tapped the sensitive gland.

"Bas…" Chip's voice caught in his throat when Basil increased the pressure. "Please, you're gonna be the death of me."

"On the contrary my dear boy," Basil replied, causing Chip to mewl with pleasure and need as he made circles with his finger tip on Chip's prostate. "I will be the life of you." Chip felt his climax rushing towards him on the horizon. Just as he was about to reach glorious release, Basil pulled his digit out. Chip let out a cry of frustration while Basil chuckled at his obvious want. Before Chip could say anything about the vacancy left behind by the lack of Basil's finger, he felt something larger and slicked down with lube press gently against his rectum. "Just relax," Basil purred softly and Chip did as he was told. The mouse pushed slowly forward, giving Chip the chance to get used to the first time feeling his girth inside him. "That's right darling," Basil cooed in his ear. "You're doing lovely, such a good boy. That's right, take me all in. Good boy, such a good boy." Chip grunted into the pillow with every inch Basil gained deeper into him until once again, the great mouse detective hit his prostate. Chip cried out loudly, swearing as he did. Once sure that Chip was fully acclimated to the way of things, Basil began to move his hips in a circular motion as he thrusted in and out of him, and the rescue ranger nearly lost consciousness.

Pride forgotten and fear of someone hearing be damned, Chip cried out, begging Basil not to stop. The chipmunk pleaded with the mouse atop him to let him cum, to not withhold his climax, to just let him have it. All of it. Basil obliged, gripping Chip's member and stroking it as he continued to stroke Chip's anal cavity and press up against his sweet spot. Chip was once again beside himself. He couldn't think, he couldn't reason, he couldn't even remember his own name. The pleasure Basil was giving him was all encompassing and just too real. Despite the darkness of the room, Chip felt like he was being blinded by every color of the rainbow when his climax hit, and he was powerless to look away. His whole body seemed to cinch and relax all at the same when his rosebud tightened around Basil and he came. A few strokes later, the great mouse detective came as well, and then slowly pulled out. He lay beside Chip, a smile plastered on his face as he panted.

"Good show, eh Chip?" Chip lay on his stomach, silently contemplating what he'd just done, what he'd just allowed to be done to him. "Once you're used to everything, you can have a go if you want. I prefer to top, but for you dear boy, I'll make an exception." Chip, having already caught his breath, was stuck in his own thoughts. He loved females, he knew that, and yet what Basil had done to him felt like the most freeing thing he'd ever experienced. It felt right. But, what did that mean? Chip knew that he found other males handsome, but was he attracted to them? Was he… gay? Unshed tears pooled at the corners of Chip's eyes as Basil talked. What did it mean? What did it all mean?