The awakening was quick. He just realized that he's not sleeping anymore. He had no dreams or didn't remember any of them at all. He only had an unpleasant buzzing in his head after drinking too much alcohol last night. He tried to open his eyes, but closed them immediately. Bright sunlight was filling the room, making it almost painful to look around. No, he'd better stay in bed for a little longer, trying to wake his body and mind up, trying to overcome the hangover. He turned to a side, poking his face into something warm, probably crumped bedding. It wasn't fresh, slightly damp from sweet, with a smell of animal musk. Not the most pleasant since he could feel at the morning, but he didn't protest. In fact, he even enjoyed that musky smell. But it wasn't enough to get distracted from the headache. That's why he forced himself to sink into his memories to remember the last day...

He, Artemis, just got freed after his shift at the Agency. One long working day was over. But he had nothing to do. He was exhausted both physically and morally. He just needed some quiet time alone with himself. But did he want to be alone? Probably not. After some wondering along the streets of slowly calming down evening city he found a bar, not very crowded, but with enough people inside to create a monotonous background noise. Perfect. He came in and went all the way to a table at the far corner, ordered a glass of cocktail and just leaned back, looking into the air above other people's heads. He wasn't following the time, wasn't thinking about anything in particular. He was simply enjoying the taste of liquid, slowly sipping it from his glass and was trying to feel himself a part of this buzzing city, a part of the society, a part of... something. He had not much luck with it, tho. He always felt out of place, not belonging to any layer of society, even if he worked hard to protect that very society. At the moments like this he started to doubt about his choices, about his actions, about the paths he was following. Was he tight? Did he really want to do what he did? Maybe... maybe he just pretended? With a soft sigh he made a small gulp, trying to clear his mind once again from any thoughts. Melancholy was the last thing he needed in his life.

Before he finished his drink Artemis noticed a movement in his direction. A large male, probably a car mechanic. Artemis felt the smells of oil, sweet and beer even before he came closer. But instead of going into a door to restroom that man just plopped into a seat right next to Artemis. "Hey, why so lonely?" The man was already drunk, but not enough to act irresponsibly. Artemis felt his usual desire to hiss angrily that appeared every time when someone invaded his personal space. But at the same time he felt an odd calmness or rather indifference. "Just thinking. About many things." He replied as if talking to nobody. "Come one, cutie! I'm old enough to know the look on your face. You just want to hang out with someone, right?" Artemis felt a large palm lying down on his thigh and instantly got filled with a feeling of annoyance. 'Great! Just another drunk dude thinks that I could be his fuckbuddy.' With this thought he quickly poured the rest of his cocktail into his throat and got ready to get out of that bear hug when suddenly his annoyance switched it reason from the drunken man to himself. 'What the hell am I doing with my life?' Still holding the glass in his hand Artemis looked at the room through it. 'Am I going to always stay aside? Always run from everyone? Going to find my place in the world without giving anyone a chance? Fuck it!' His hand slowly placed the glass on the table. "And what If so? Want to tell me that you have something to interest me?" For the first time he looked at the larger male's face.

They spend some more time at the bar, drinking and talking. At first about their lives, then about their beds and finally about how good they were in their beds. Later they left the bar and went to the man's home - a typical bachelor's lair. Artemis wasn't protesting. This evening he wasn't caring about much. He helped to undo the pants of the man who was a little too drunk to do it on his own. The semi-erected penis brushed the blue fur on the boy's cheek after getting freed from tight pants. Artemis rubbed his cheek, feeling a few drops of precum on his fur. He loved moments like this.

Two males spend a hot night together. Hot in all senses. Artemis felt on the belly of the larger male, exhausted, but happy and full, not letting the cock to slip out of his feline rear. That was bad. He succumbed to his lowest desires, he should find another way... But could be honest with himself then? Now, slowly falling asleep on top of unknown man after fucking him he was happy and calm and nothing else was significant enough to care about. And next morning he awaked. In the bed of a larger male whose name he still didn't know. With a hangover, with soreness in his rump, with a deep shame that he felt when he started to remember the last day. But this shame slowly left place for something else, something warm and pleasant. Artemis finally opened his eyes and looked at the large figure in the bed nearby. He won't ask his name, he won't stay with this man for long. They'll probably never meet again. But it didn't mean that he had to leave right now. Ruffling the fur on the large rummy of the larger male Artemis softly purred. "Good morning, handsome." And smiled. It was his day off. The day away from job, away from the world, away from himself. And the day for himself.