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"writing": "\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n[b]San Francisco Bay, CA, February 15th[/b]\n\n\n\nThomas cracked an eye open and found a naked rat glaring at him from a chair a few feet away. “I’m going back to sleep,” he mumbled as he turned on his other side. “Put something on, Roland, before I do something about it.”\n\n“And what are you going to do about it?” the rat asked.\n\n“Get you in—” Thomas sat so fast his head spun. “You aren’t Roland,” he told Madoc.\n\nThe rat’s grin wasn’t a pleasant one. “And what would you have done to your brother?”\n\n“Kicked him out of my room!” Thomas yells, pointing to the door and fought to keep the image of him and Roland in the same bed, moving against each other, from forming. Why was he even fantasizing about his brother, considering all the sex he’d had recently, or just for him to be able to be awake now. “This isn’t my room,” he added as the high quality furniture registered, along with the window and tall buildings he could see.\n\n“You’re lucky,” Madoc said slowly, “that I’m such a good guy, Thomas. I was really tempted to let you die for what you did.”\n\n“Limbani?” Thomas asked, searching for the monkey.\n\n“He isn’t as strong as I am.” Madoc rubbed his eyes. “What the fuck were you—”\n\nThe door slammed against the wall and the monkey exclaimed. “You’re okay!” Then he was on the bed wrapping his arms around the smaller rat.\n\n“Get off me, Limbani,” Thomas ordered.\n\n“Okay.” The monkey let go and slid down between Thomas’s legs. He swallowed the already hard cock, and the rat cursed as he moaned.\n\nHe pushed Limbani away from his cock enough to grumble. “We don’t have the time for this.”\n\n“You can’t stop it,” the monkey replied with a smirk. “I saw it happen.” And he was back down, slurping the cock in his muzzle.\n\nThe moans interfering with his cursing, Thomas reached down and grabbed the monkey’s tail, pulling on it threateningly. “You can’t see anything until we’re on our way out of the city.”\n\n“Come on,” Limbani whined. “It’s been almost an hour.”\n\n“Madoc, can you take him so I can get dressed?” Thomas asked in desperation. As good as the monkey’s mouth felt, and it always felt good. He needed to get his head on straight and make sure they were ready to leave. One hour. The others—\n\nHe looked at the other rat when he neither replied nor moved. The expression was controlled anger. Finally, Madoc pushed himself off the chair, grabbed the monkey by a shoulder and pushed him on the other half of the large bed.\n\n“You’ve got until we’re done.” Madoc held the protesting Limbani down with a hand, then pushed his cock in the ass. The protesting turned into moans and demands for the rat to go harder.\n\n“Where are the others?” Thomas asked, jumping out of bed. “If they’re here, why are they forcing Limbani to abstain for an hour?” He grabbed his shirt and pants. Where the fuck had his underwear gone to?\n\n“I—” Limbani started only for a grunt to interrupt him. “I can—” this time it was a squeal, and Thomas glanced in his direction. As expected, Madoc had bottomed out. “I go hours without sex,” he hurried to say, then he was moaning as the rat fucked him hard.\n\nThomas snorted and gave up on the underwear. If he knew Limbani, the monkey had shredded them before throwing them in the garbage. “And then, once the class is over, you’re begging one of us to find you and fuck your brains out so you can forget how the world almost ended.” He pulled his pants on.\n\n“This isn’t—” he moaned “about me.” He groaned. “It’s about—” he squealed. “Just like that! About you!” He bit the pillow as Madoc slammed his cock in. “I just got to fuck” the moan stretched as the rat slowly pulled out. “Once, and then grumpy balls tossed me—” Madoc slammed in again. “Out!”\n\nAs Thomas put his shirt on, Madoc grunted and was still. Then he looked at Thomas, and he raised his hand to stop the bigger rat from coming and treating him like he had the monkey.\n\n“Where are Gilbert and Yating?”\n\n“We’re here,” the armadillo said, striding into the room, naked. “What’s with the clothes?”\n\n“What’s with the nakedness?” Thomas countered. “The plan was to jump in the van the moment you got here even if I couldn’t walk and hightail it out of the city.” Thomas noticed the red panda was missing, even if Gilbert had said ‘we’.\n\n“The plan got complicated,” Gilbert said. “Yat’s in the living room pulling himself back together. The physical discomfort he felt going in turn into nearly physical discorporation going out. The plan was to go in, cause a distraction so you could grab Madoc and then leave. There are limits on how long Yat can phase and I think we broke some of them dealing with mister uncooperative over there.”\n\n“Did any of you even think to call me and ask if I needed rescuing?” the larger rat demanded.\n\n“We would have,” Gilbert replied, nearly throwing the phone at Madoc. “If you hadn’t dropped it when you got kidnapped.”\n\n“Are you telling me you guys waited for me to be awake before letting all of this out?”\n\n“Someone.” Gilbert glared at Madoc. “Slammed the door on Limbani with threats of ripping balls out if we so much as knocked before he was ready to let us in.”\n\nThomas started at the monkey. “You came in with that threat hanging over you?”\n\n“I needed to know you were okay,” Limbani replied, giving him an innocent smile. “Madoc was really mad at you.”\n\nThomas looked from one to the other and tried to come up with something to say as a reply. His stomach growled. That worked.\n\n“I need to eat.”\n\nBefore he had turned to the door, there was a blur of fur, then Limbani stood in the doorway, hands on the door frame, offering himself seductively to the rat.\n\n“Solid food,” Thomas stated, pushing him out of the way.\n\n“I’m not hard enough for you?” Limbani asked, pushing the dramatic tone to eleven.\n\nThomas rolled his eyes without looking back. He made it to the living room and was next to the food cart, shoving crackers in his mouth before noticing there was someone else in the room.\n\n“Glad you’re okay,” Yating said, seated on the couch, leaning forward. He lowered his head between his knees again.\n\n“You’re looking… solid.” Thomas grabbed a plate and put food on it.\n\nThe panda looked up again, then at his hand, before nodding. “It doesn’t take all my concentration for that anymore. Fuck. I never want to do this again.”\n\n“You have a superpower and you haven’t trained it anymore than this week?” At least Thomas had the excuse he’d been on the run, then lived on the street, and it hadn’t even been two months since he’d found out he could teleport.\n\n“It’s not a superpower to be gallivanted about,” the panda replied. His attempt at snapping was ruined as he looked about to throw up and put his head between his knees again. “It’s a gift from my god. It’s to be treated with respect.”\n\nThomas thought back to certain events at the frat house. “Let me guess, all those times you told me about some secret passage or that letting you get from one side of the house to the other faster than I could run. That was just you not gallivanting your gift about, right?”\n\n“The house is private,” the panda replied weakly.\n\nThomas took a sausage and offered it to him. “Eat something.”\n\n“I can’t eat. I’m going to be sick.”\n\n“No, you’re not. If you haven’t pushed yourself hard until now, you probably don’t realize how much calories using your power burns. I know mine does. You feel this way because you have no idea what to do about that sensation. Just take this sausage and nibble at it.”\n\n“With pleasure,” Limbani said, and before Thomas understood what happened, he was pushed onto a seat, his pants were unzipped and hot lips were around his cock. He reached to push the monkey away, but he had a plate in one hand, and a sausage in the other. The sausage was taken away, but before he could use the freed hand, a cup of coffee was put in it by Gilbert.\n\n“Should we—” he moaned, “get going.” He fought to keep the coffee from sloshing over the side as Limbani deep throated his cock and Thomas’s eyes nearly rolled back in his head. “Fuck.” He caught his breath between moans as the monkey eagerly bobbed. “You know—” he bit back the groan. “Before the—” this one escaped him. “Big bad—” this moan was loud. “Orr comes.”\n\n“You’ll cum first,” Limbani said around the cock, “we have time.” Then he was back to sucking him off.\n\n“Not an infinite amount,” Gilbert said, his own cup in hand, “but enough to get you and Yating to the point where no one will call 911 on sight.” He glanced at the other rat, piling on food on a plate. “As we have to talk about something you said before pulling Mad out of there. And I think it’s the reason why he didn’t let you die like he threatened to do.”\n\n“See why I was so worried?” Limbani mumbled around the cock in his mouth.\n\n“Yeah,” Yating said, reluctantly accepting the slice of bread the other rat handed him. “Limbani’s vision means we are getting out of here, so we need to talk about Madoc having a son.”\n\n“It’s just something else that kangaroo put in his head,” Madoc said with derision.\n\n“Brought him to—” Thomas grunted and came. He panted as the monkey suck on his cock some more before letting go with a smirk “—to thanksgiving.” He focused on not going full body limp by sipping his coffee. “You came with Ettore and my aunt. They came to tell us they were engaged, and you tagged along because other than seeing Pryce, you didn’t want to be there, and you brought him to introduce him to me.”\n\n“Wait.” Limbani stared at Madoc. “One of the guys in your family’s getting married?” he paused and Thomas could see the gears turning. “Like, to a woman?”\n\n“I’ll also point out that Thomas claims I had sex with his sister,” Yating said, looking better.\n\n“It wouldn’t be the first time you’ve had sex with a woman,” Gilbert said.\n\n“Yeah, but I remember meeting his sister when she barged into the house,” the panda said. “I would remember sex with a woman that hot.”\n\n“Why would you do that?” Limbani asked, sounding disgusted, as he moved to Yating’s crotch. “There’s plenty of ass to—” He was on his ass, forcefully shoved away by the panda’s foot.\n\n“Grow up, Lim. Everybody’s different. Deal with it.”\n\n“Can we get back on track?” Thomas asked, then put the plate on the armrest and zipped himself up as the monkey eye his crotch again. “I’d like to resolve this and leave.”\n\n“No one here remembers me having a son,” Madoc said, sharing his plate with a now clearly hungry Yating. “So you’re the one whose memories have been altered.”\n\nThomas closed his eyes, of all the fucking things to be stuck in. It was his word against Madoc, no, all of theirs and he couldn’t—\n\n“Call Ettore,” Thomas said. “He’ll tell you about your son.”\n\nThe others looked at one another.\n\n“And if he says Madoc doesn’t have a son?” Gilbert asked.\n\nThomas closed his mouth on his protest. “Then, I’m going to have to admit I’m the one with the screwed-up memories.” But he wasn’t. He was certain of that.\n\nHe looked at the certainty in the other’s eyes.\n\nOh fuck, he hoped he wasn’t the one with the messed-up memories.\n\nThe others’ confidence wavered when Madoc just looked at his phone. “I don’t have his number,” he finally said.\n\n“You don’t have your cousin’s number?” Thomas asked in disbelief.\n\n“Even with as few of us left as there is, we’re not all interconnected to the point our tails are one big knot.”\n\n“Ohh,” Limbini said, “I could go—”\n\n“Shut up,” Yating admonished the monkey.\n\n“Ettore’s an entirely different generation than me. He was coming back to Minneapolis, so I bummed a ride off him. That I do remember.”\n\n“Then call that Raphael guy,” Thomas said. “You’ve been going on about how I betrayed him, and he’s your elder. That’s got to mean he knows about your son, right?”\n\n“You really think I have the personal number of my family elder?” Madoc asked incredulously.\n\n“Then call your family contact,” Thomas said. “Fuck, call anyone in your family. I don’t care. If you have a son, they’ll know about him, right?”\n\n“You should go through your contact,” Yating said. “Thomas is involved in this and Raphael was who tasked you, and us, with getting him back, so once they confirm you don’t have a son, then we can arrange to get Thomas back to him.”\n\n“You’re assuming I’ll be able to speak with him,” Madoc said. “I only got the job because I know Thomas. Raphael has no reason to take my call, no matter what I think.”\n\n“But you don’t have anything to lose by asking, right?” Limbani asked, having seemingly given up getting to any of the exposed cocks. “What’s the worse that’ll happen? You get your fucking privilege revoked?”\n\n“Is that a thing?” Thomas asked, the statement catching him by surprise as he was keeping an eye on the monkey’s suspiciously uninterested behavior.\n\n“No,” Madoc said, then he scrolled, frowning slightly before tapping the screen.\n\n“Do you mind putting that on speaker?” Thomas asked. “Seeing as it’s my future that’s on the line too, I’d like to be able to have a say in what’ll happen.” He avoided looking at the window to give away he could teleport if it came to it.\n\n“Look, if I do get to speak to him,” Madoc said as the phone rang. “Please remember he’s your elder, too. That means he’s entitled to some level of respect.”\n\n“You mean the kind of respect you were bad-mouthing about him at my grandfather’s place?”\n\nMadoc stared at him. “How do you—” the call connected.\n\n“Madoc,” a man answered, and Thomas stared at the phone. He knew that voice. “Do you have good news?”\n\n“I have… news,” the rat said. “I need to speak with Raphael.”\n\n“Raphael is a busy man,” the man responded. “It’s why I’m the one you call when you—”\n\n“Henry?” Thomas asked.\n\nMadoc stared at him in the silence.\n\n“Thomas?” Henry replied.\n\n“You remember Henry?” Madoc asked, shocked.\n\n“Of course I do,” Thomas snapped. “He’s the one who started all this shit.”\n\n“What are you talking about?” Madoc asked over Henry’s protest. “Henry’s Raphael’s right-hand man. He doesn’t start shit.”\n\n“What did you do to them?” Thomas demanded at the phone.\n\n“Nothing,” the bat replied, and continued, sounding fatherly. “But how are you? We were all so worried when you ran off like that.”\n\n“You mean when you chased me off?”\n\n“I didn’t…” Henry paused. “Ah, yes, I might have overreacted to the revelation of what you can do. I do apologize.”\n\n“Really?” Thomas replied dryly. “Sending these guys after me only registers as an overreaction?”\n\n“You scared us, Thomas,” Henry said. “All we want is for you to come home. Or,” he pause. “Considering how you feel, maybe you’d prefer I come meet you. I don’t normally leave the grounds, but for you, I’ll make an exception.”\n\nMadoc’s frown kept Thomas from outright accepting. In the pause, he remembered a detail. “What have you done to my family?” Only his father knew what bus in was traveling on.\n\n“Why, they’re with you, Thomas,” the bat replied.\n\n“Don’t play dumb, Henry,” Thomas snapped. “You know fucking well I’m not talking about the frat.”\n\nThe bat sighed. “Your father and brother are fine. More than fine, actually. I’m spending time with both of them. You never said how good they were. Shame on you for not sharing.”\n\nThomas grabbed the phone. “What have you done to them?” he yelled in it.\n\n“Tell me, Thomas, how would you feel about having two new frat brothers?” Henry chuckled. “Your father as your brother, that could be interesting. I wonder if being related to you will change anything in how you act toward them and who will have the most to teach the others by the time you are back.”\n\n“Henry,” Thomas growled threateningly. “If you even think of touching my family, I will—”\n\n“Now, now, Thomas. There’s no need for threats.” Henry interrupted him, sounding too calm for Thomas’s liking. “I am certainly not threatening anyone. All I’m doing is treating your family with care and attention. Even the women have no reasons to complain.” He chuckled. “But it is true, most of my attention are on your father and brother. With them here, the house doesn’t feel quite as empty. So I do have to rely on them to until you are back. Then, we will all be a very happy family again. So Thomas, please don’t make me wait too long.”\n\nThomas’s scream covered the moment the call ended, and he stared at as the screen returned to the default background. He screamed again as he wound up for a throw, but Yating took it out of his hand and handed it back to Madoc.\n\n“Did that make any sense to you?” Limbani asked as Thomas panted, trying to bring his rage under control.\n\n“Madoc?” Gilbert asked.\n\nThe rat shook himself. “That can’t have been him.” He looked at the phone. “I mean, it sounded like him, but the Henry I’ve been talking with is in Kansas. I doubt he’s ever heard of the UMn.”\n\n“He’s in charge of the frat,” Thomas said, not sounding entirely deranged anymore. “He’s a history major.”\n\n“He … didn’t deny being the reason Thomas ran off,” Yating pointed out while Madoc seemed to be trying to figure out how to respond. “That means he lied to you.”\n\n“No, he can’t have,” Madoc protested. “Raphael was there when Henry told me about Thomas running off. No, Raphael isn’t who told me, I told you I don’t rate speaking with the elder, but we were in his office. He would never have let Henry lie like that.” He frowned. “Unless he’s in on it too?”\n\n“Wait,” Thomas said, raising a hand to stop anyone from jumping in. “Henry’s related to you?”\n\n“Of course,” Madoc replied, rolling his eyes.\n\n“There is a bat in your family tree?” Thomas asked slowly, then chuckled at the absurd image of Henry hanging upside down from a branch.\n\n“Of course not,” Madoc snapped. “Henry’s a rat like us.”\n\nThomas shook his head. “He’s a bat.”\n\n“He can’t be a bat and part of Sigma Theta Gamma,” Gilbert said. “There is no bat family within the Society.” He looked around. “Right?”\n\nLimbani shrugged.\n\n“Not as far as I know,” Madoc said.\n\n“What’s Henry’s family name?” Yating asked as he retrieved his phone.\n\n“Heindrick,” Thomas responded, as Madoc said.\n\n“Lewiston.” Then seemed to fight his exasperation.\n\nYating tapped his screen, and someone answered as he placed the phone on the coffee table.\n\n“Yat,” Olavo said, “please tell me you rescued Madoc.”\n\n“Not that I asked for it,” the rat grumbled.\n\n“Olavo,” Yating said, “I need to know about the Heindricks.”\n\n“The who?” the capybara asked.\n\n“Bat family.”\n\n“Then you mean the Stokers,” Olavo replied.\n\nThomas shook his head when the panda glanced at him.\n\n“No, he’s a bat called Henry Heindrick.”\n\n“There aren’t any bat in the Society anymore, Yat. What’s going on?”\n\n“I’m not sure,” Yating said. “Are you certain?”\n\n“Yat, you’re heard about the Stokers, right?” the capybara said in exasperation. “The disaster they were? Trust me. If even one of them had survived the clean-up. We would know about it.”\n\n“Okay, I’ll call you once we know where we’re going.” The panda ended the call and looked around.\n\n“So…” Limbani trialed off, then continued. “Someone passing themselves off as one of us?”\n\n“If Thomas’s memories are correct,” Yating said.\n\n“That’s still a big if,” Gilbert added.\n\n“Is it?” Madoc asked, looking at them. “You heard what Henry said. He has Thomas’s brother and father at the frat. I remember them. His dad’s kind of intense, and his brother’s going to be a hunk when I can—”\n\n“Don’t even think about it,” Thomas warned. “I told you. Roland’s straight.”\n\n“I remember the frat,” Limbani said. “No Henry, tho. Laurence is the house leader.”\n\nYating looked around. “So, is that Henry the one who did something to our memories?”\n\n“What are the odds some other faction managed to plant someone among us?” Gilbert asked.\n\n“They aren’t zero,” Yating replied. “And that’s before we take into account someone with the power to alter our memories.”\n\n“Can a guy from another faction keep up with you, us?” Thomas asked. “Henry is just as sexual as everyone in the frat.”\n\n“It doesn’t matter,” Madoc said. “He’s either a bat from the Society, which makes him a Stocker, which should be impossible. Or he’s someone who infiltrated our frat house, a Society sanctuary, which means there’s a faction trying to hurt us.” He paused. “I have to tell Raphael about it.”\n\n“Lau is still at the frat,” Gilbert said. “Along with everyone else. A lot of elders need to be told.”\n\n“Yes,” Yating said, “but other than your family, Gil, we have no way to contact any of them. Madoc doesn’t have the number to his elder. So you need to—”\n\n“He can’t call anyone,” Madoc said. “I thought I was calling my elder’s right-hand man. We can’t know if anyone we think we can trust is real. We need to do this in person, and my family’s the closest.”\n\n“Okay, everyone get dressed, grab a snack. We’re heading out,” Yating said, standing. “We need to bet to Kansas City as soon as possible.”\n\n“It’s too early,” Limbani whined, “and I want Gilbert as my snack.”\n\n“We’ll hit bad traffic and that’s going to put us on track,” the armadillo said. “In San Francisco Bay it’s basically impossible to get anywhere on time.”\n\n“What about my family,” Thomas asked as the others went looking for their clothes. “We have to go save them.”\n\n“Thomas,” Madoc said. “We will save them. But we need help. We’re just five university students.” He smiled. “And if there’s one thing my family’s good at, it’s kicking ass.”\n\nMinutes later, they were riding the elevator down.\n\n“I’ll check us out,” Yating said as the elevator dinged and the doors started to open. “Pick me up in—”\n\n“I don’t think so,” the massive tiger standing on the other side of the open doors said, crossing his arms over his chest and stretching the fabric of the suit dark gray jacket he wore.\n\n“Dietrich,” Madoc said in awe, confirming, to Thomas, that they were indeed doomed.\n\n“Yes, Dietrich Orr,” the tiger stated, a growl in his voice. “And if you think you get to barge into my city and I’ll let you leave without explaining yourselves, you’re going to be sorely disappointed.”\n\n“How did you know this is where we were?” Gilbert asked, then swallowed as the tiger narrowed his eyes. “Sir.”\n\nThe stripped wall of muscle rolled his eyes. “I had you followed. Unlike those nephews of mine, I’m not an idiot. As satisfying as grabbing the two of you and shaking you until you told me everything, I’m not looking to start a war. Now, you have two choices. We go to the conference room I rented and you convince me to let you go, or you can pull the disappearing act you did in the warehouse and I have to explain to my nephews why I had to go and piss off the Society when I catch up to you.”\n\n“I’ll go anywhere with you,” Madoc said.\n\n“Not again,” Thomas grumbled as the tiger smirked. “Can we make this quick?” the rat pointed to the other rat. “He needs to talk to his elder about a bat and his son, so we can then go and rescue my family. It’s been a busy hour since we ran from you.”\n\nDietrich raised an eyebrow. “You don’t seem as scared of me as they are.” Thomas thought there was a definite ‘as you should be’ unmentioned there.\n\n“Oh, I’m plenty scared.” He motioned up and down the tiger. “You can probably crush this elevator with us in it, and they’ve made it clear how infamously violent your family is. But someone just threatened my family. And I’m discovering that worrying about them is causing my fear of you to be stupidly manageable. Where’s that conference room?” Before any of his friends could complain, he added. “Tell me you have something to drink.”\n\n“Are you even legal to drink?” the tiger asked.",
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San Francisco Bay, CA, February 15th
Thomas cracked an eye open and found a naked rat glaring at him from a chair a few feet away. “I’m going back to sleep,” he mumbled as he turned on his other side. “Put something on, Roland, before I do something about it.”
“And what are you going to do about it?” the rat asked.
“Get you in—” Thomas sat so fast his head spun. “You aren’t Roland,” he told Madoc.
The rat’s grin wasn’t a pleasant one. “And what would you have done to your brother?”
“Kicked him out of my room!” Thomas yells, pointing to the door and fought to keep the image of him and Roland in the same bed, moving against each other, from forming. Why was he even fantasizing about his brother, considering all the sex he’d had recently, or just for him to be able to be awake now. “This isn’t my room,” he added as the high quality furniture registered, along with the window and tall buildings he could see.
“You’re lucky,” Madoc said slowly, “that I’m such a good guy, Thomas. I was really tempted to let you die for what you did.”
“Limbani?” Thomas asked, searching for the monkey.
“He isn’t as strong as I am.” Madoc rubbed his eyes. “What the fuck were you—”
The door slammed against the wall and the monkey exclaimed. “You’re okay!” Then he was on the bed wrapping his arms around the smaller rat.
“Get off me, Limbani,” Thomas ordered.
“Okay.” The monkey let go and slid down between Thomas’s legs. He swallowed the already hard cock, and the rat cursed as he moaned.
He pushed Limbani away from his cock enough to grumble. “We don’t have the time for this.”
“You can’t stop it,” the monkey replied with a smirk. “I saw it happen.” And he was back down, slurping the cock in his muzzle.
The moans interfering with his cursing, Thomas reached down and grabbed the monkey’s tail, pulling on it threateningly. “You can’t see anything until we’re on our way out of the city.”
“Come on,” Limbani whined. “It’s been almost an hour.”
“Madoc, can you take him so I can get dressed?” Thomas asked in desperation. As good as the monkey’s mouth felt, and it always felt good. He needed to get his head on straight and make sure they were ready to leave. One hour. The others—
He looked at the other rat when he neither replied nor moved. The expression was controlled anger. Finally, Madoc pushed himself off the chair, grabbed the monkey by a shoulder and pushed him on the other half of the large bed.
“You’ve got until we’re done.” Madoc held the protesting Limbani down with a hand, then pushed his cock in the ass. The protesting turned into moans and demands for the rat to go harder.
“Where are the others?” Thomas asked, jumping out of bed. “If they’re here, why are they forcing Limbani to abstain for an hour?” He grabbed his shirt and pants. Where the fuck had his underwear gone to?
“I—” Limbani started only for a grunt to interrupt him. “I can—” this time it was a squeal, and Thomas glanced in his direction. As expected, Madoc had bottomed out. “I go hours without sex,” he hurried to say, then he was moaning as the rat fucked him hard.
Thomas snorted and gave up on the underwear. If he knew Limbani, the monkey had shredded them before throwing them in the garbage. “And then, once the class is over, you’re begging one of us to find you and fuck your brains out so you can forget how the world almost ended.” He pulled his pants on.
“This isn’t—” he moaned “about me.” He groaned. “It’s about—” he squealed. “Just like that! About you!” He bit the pillow as Madoc slammed his cock in. “I just got to fuck” the moan stretched as the rat slowly pulled out. “Once, and then grumpy balls tossed me—” Madoc slammed in again. “Out!”
As Thomas put his shirt on, Madoc grunted and was still. Then he looked at Thomas, and he raised his hand to stop the bigger rat from coming and treating him like he had the monkey.
“Where are Gilbert and Yating?”
“We’re here,” the armadillo said, striding into the room, naked. “What’s with the clothes?”
“What’s with the nakedness?” Thomas countered. “The plan was to jump in the van the moment you got here even if I couldn’t walk and hightail it out of the city.” Thomas noticed the red panda was missing, even if Gilbert had said ‘we’.
“The plan got complicated,” Gilbert said. “Yat’s in the living room pulling himself back together. The physical discomfort he felt going in turn into nearly physical discorporation going out. The plan was to go in, cause a distraction so you could grab Madoc and then leave. There are limits on how long Yat can phase and I think we broke some of them dealing with mister uncooperative over there.”
“Did any of you even think to call me and ask if I needed rescuing?” the larger rat demanded.
“We would have,” Gilbert replied, nearly throwing the phone at Madoc. “If you hadn’t dropped it when you got kidnapped.”
“Are you telling me you guys waited for me to be awake before letting all of this out?”
“Someone.” Gilbert glared at Madoc. “Slammed the door on Limbani with threats of ripping balls out if we so much as knocked before he was ready to let us in.”
Thomas started at the monkey. “You came in with that threat hanging over you?”
“I needed to know you were okay,” Limbani replied, giving him an innocent smile. “Madoc was really mad at you.”
Thomas looked from one to the other and tried to come up with something to say as a reply. His stomach growled. That worked.
“I need to eat.”
Before he had turned to the door, there was a blur of fur, then Limbani stood in the doorway, hands on the door frame, offering himself seductively to the rat.
“Solid food,” Thomas stated, pushing him out of the way.
“I’m not hard enough for you?” Limbani asked, pushing the dramatic tone to eleven.
Thomas rolled his eyes without looking back. He made it to the living room and was next to the food cart, shoving crackers in his mouth before noticing there was someone else in the room.
“Glad you’re okay,” Yating said, seated on the couch, leaning forward. He lowered his head between his knees again.
“You’re looking… solid.” Thomas grabbed a plate and put food on it.
The panda looked up again, then at his hand, before nodding. “It doesn’t take all my concentration for that anymore. Fuck. I never want to do this again.”
“You have a superpower and you haven’t trained it anymore than this week?” At least Thomas had the excuse he’d been on the run, then lived on the street, and it hadn’t even been two months since he’d found out he could teleport.
“It’s not a superpower to be gallivanted about,” the panda replied. His attempt at snapping was ruined as he looked about to throw up and put his head between his knees again. “It’s a gift from my god. It’s to be treated with respect.”
Thomas thought back to certain events at the frat house. “Let me guess, all those times you told me about some secret passage or that letting you get from one side of the house to the other faster than I could run. That was just you not gallivanting your gift about, right?”
“The house is private,” the panda replied weakly.
Thomas took a sausage and offered it to him. “Eat something.”
“I can’t eat. I’m going to be sick.”
“No, you’re not. If you haven’t pushed yourself hard until now, you probably don’t realize how much calories using your power burns. I know mine does. You feel this way because you have no idea what to do about that sensation. Just take this sausage and nibble at it.”
“With pleasure,” Limbani said, and before Thomas understood what happened, he was pushed onto a seat, his pants were unzipped and hot lips were around his cock. He reached to push the monkey away, but he had a plate in one hand, and a sausage in the other. The sausage was taken away, but before he could use the freed hand, a cup of coffee was put in it by Gilbert.
“Should we—” he moaned, “get going.” He fought to keep the coffee from sloshing over the side as Limbani deep throated his cock and Thomas’s eyes nearly rolled back in his head. “Fuck.” He caught his breath between moans as the monkey eagerly bobbed. “You know—” he bit back the groan. “Before the—” this one escaped him. “Big bad—” this moan was loud. “Orr comes.”
“You’ll cum first,” Limbani said around the cock, “we have time.” Then he was back to sucking him off.
“Not an infinite amount,” Gilbert said, his own cup in hand, “but enough to get you and Yating to the point where no one will call 911 on sight.” He glanced at the other rat, piling on food on a plate. “As we have to talk about something you said before pulling Mad out of there. And I think it’s the reason why he didn’t let you die like he threatened to do.”
“See why I was so worried?” Limbani mumbled around the cock in his mouth.
“Yeah,” Yating said, reluctantly accepting the slice of bread the other rat handed him. “Limbani’s vision means we are getting out of here, so we need to talk about Madoc having a son.”
“It’s just something else that kangaroo put in his head,” Madoc said with derision.
“Brought him to—” Thomas grunted and came. He panted as the monkey suck on his cock some more before letting go with a smirk “—to thanksgiving.” He focused on not going full body limp by sipping his coffee. “You came with Ettore and my aunt. They came to tell us they were engaged, and you tagged along because other than seeing Pryce, you didn’t want to be there, and you brought him to introduce him to me.”
“Wait.” Limbani stared at Madoc. “One of the guys in your family’s getting married?” he paused and Thomas could see the gears turning. “Like, to a woman?”
“I’ll also point out that Thomas claims I had sex with his sister,” Yating said, looking better.
“It wouldn’t be the first time you’ve had sex with a woman,” Gilbert said.
“Yeah, but I remember meeting his sister when she barged into the house,” the panda said. “I would remember sex with a woman that hot.”
“Why would you do that?” Limbani asked, sounding disgusted, as he moved to Yating’s crotch. “There’s plenty of ass to—” He was on his ass, forcefully shoved away by the panda’s foot.
“Grow up, Lim. Everybody’s different. Deal with it.”
“Can we get back on track?” Thomas asked, then put the plate on the armrest and zipped himself up as the monkey eye his crotch again. “I’d like to resolve this and leave.”
“No one here remembers me having a son,” Madoc said, sharing his plate with a now clearly hungry Yating. “So you’re the one whose memories have been altered.”
Thomas closed his eyes, of all the fucking things to be stuck in. It was his word against Madoc, no, all of theirs and he couldn’t—
“Call Ettore,” Thomas said. “He’ll tell you about your son.”
The others looked at one another.
“And if he says Madoc doesn’t have a son?” Gilbert asked.
Thomas closed his mouth on his protest. “Then, I’m going to have to admit I’m the one with the screwed-up memories.” But he wasn’t. He was certain of that.
He looked at the certainty in the other’s eyes.
Oh fuck, he hoped he wasn’t the one with the messed-up memories.
The others’ confidence wavered when Madoc just looked at his phone. “I don’t have his number,” he finally said.
“You don’t have your cousin’s number?” Thomas asked in disbelief.
“Even with as few of us left as there is, we’re not all interconnected to the point our tails are one big knot.”
“Ohh,” Limbini said, “I could go—”
“Shut up,” Yating admonished the monkey.
“Ettore’s an entirely different generation than me. He was coming back to Minneapolis, so I bummed a ride off him. That I do remember.”
“Then call that Raphael guy,” Thomas said. “You’ve been going on about how I betrayed him, and he’s your elder. That’s got to mean he knows about your son, right?”
“You really think I have the personal number of my family elder?” Madoc asked incredulously.
“Then call your family contact,” Thomas said. “Fuck, call anyone in your family. I don’t care. If you have a son, they’ll know about him, right?”
“You should go through your contact,” Yating said. “Thomas is involved in this and Raphael was who tasked you, and us, with getting him back, so once they confirm you don’t have a son, then we can arrange to get Thomas back to him.”
“You’re assuming I’ll be able to speak with him,” Madoc said. “I only got the job because I know Thomas. Raphael has no reason to take my call, no matter what I think.”
“But you don’t have anything to lose by asking, right?” Limbani asked, having seemingly given up getting to any of the exposed cocks. “What’s the worse that’ll happen? You get your fucking privilege revoked?”
“Is that a thing?” Thomas asked, the statement catching him by surprise as he was keeping an eye on the monkey’s suspiciously uninterested behavior.
“No,” Madoc said, then he scrolled, frowning slightly before tapping the screen.
“Do you mind putting that on speaker?” Thomas asked. “Seeing as it’s my future that’s on the line too, I’d like to be able to have a say in what’ll happen.” He avoided looking at the window to give away he could teleport if it came to it.
“Look, if I do get to speak to him,” Madoc said as the phone rang. “Please remember he’s your elder, too. That means he’s entitled to some level of respect.”
“You mean the kind of respect you were bad-mouthing about him at my grandfather’s place?”
Madoc stared at him. “How do you—” the call connected.
“Madoc,” a man answered, and Thomas stared at the phone. He knew that voice. “Do you have good news?”
“I have… news,” the rat said. “I need to speak with Raphael.”
“Raphael is a busy man,” the man responded. “It’s why I’m the one you call when you—”
“Henry?” Thomas asked.
Madoc stared at him in the silence.
“Thomas?” Henry replied.
“You remember Henry?” Madoc asked, shocked.
“Of course I do,” Thomas snapped. “He’s the one who started all this shit.”
“What are you talking about?” Madoc asked over Henry’s protest. “Henry’s Raphael’s right-hand man. He doesn’t start shit.”
“What did you do to them?” Thomas demanded at the phone.
“Nothing,” the bat replied, and continued, sounding fatherly. “But how are you? We were all so worried when you ran off like that.”
“You mean when you chased me off?”
“I didn’t…” Henry paused. “Ah, yes, I might have overreacted to the revelation of what you can do. I do apologize.”
“Really?” Thomas replied dryly. “Sending these guys after me only registers as an overreaction?”
“You scared us, Thomas,” Henry said. “All we want is for you to come home. Or,” he pause. “Considering how you feel, maybe you’d prefer I come meet you. I don’t normally leave the grounds, but for you, I’ll make an exception.”
Madoc’s frown kept Thomas from outright accepting. In the pause, he remembered a detail. “What have you done to my family?” Only his father knew what bus in was traveling on.
“Why, they’re with you, Thomas,” the bat replied.
“Don’t play dumb, Henry,” Thomas snapped. “You know fucking well I’m not talking about the frat.”
The bat sighed. “Your father and brother are fine. More than fine, actually. I’m spending time with both of them. You never said how good they were. Shame on you for not sharing.”
Thomas grabbed the phone. “What have you done to them?” he yelled in it.
“Tell me, Thomas, how would you feel about having two new frat brothers?” Henry chuckled. “Your father as your brother, that could be interesting. I wonder if being related to you will change anything in how you act toward them and who will have the most to teach the others by the time you are back.”
“Henry,” Thomas growled threateningly. “If you even think of touching my family, I will—”
“Now, now, Thomas. There’s no need for threats.” Henry interrupted him, sounding too calm for Thomas’s liking. “I am certainly not threatening anyone. All I’m doing is treating your family with care and attention. Even the women have no reasons to complain.” He chuckled. “But it is true, most of my attention are on your father and brother. With them here, the house doesn’t feel quite as empty. So I do have to rely on them to until you are back. Then, we will all be a very happy family again. So Thomas, please don’t make me wait too long.”
Thomas’s scream covered the moment the call ended, and he stared at as the screen returned to the default background. He screamed again as he wound up for a throw, but Yating took it out of his hand and handed it back to Madoc.
“Did that make any sense to you?” Limbani asked as Thomas panted, trying to bring his rage under control.
“Madoc?” Gilbert asked.
The rat shook himself. “That can’t have been him.” He looked at the phone. “I mean, it sounded like him, but the Henry I’ve been talking with is in Kansas. I doubt he’s ever heard of the UMn.”
“He’s in charge of the frat,” Thomas said, not sounding entirely deranged anymore. “He’s a history major.”
“He … didn’t deny being the reason Thomas ran off,” Yating pointed out while Madoc seemed to be trying to figure out how to respond. “That means he lied to you.”
“No, he can’t have,” Madoc protested. “Raphael was there when Henry told me about Thomas running off. No, Raphael isn’t who told me, I told you I don’t rate speaking with the elder, but we were in his office. He would never have let Henry lie like that.” He frowned. “Unless he’s in on it too?”
“Wait,” Thomas said, raising a hand to stop anyone from jumping in. “Henry’s related to you?”
“Of course,” Madoc replied, rolling his eyes.
“There is a bat in your family tree?” Thomas asked slowly, then chuckled at the absurd image of Henry hanging upside down from a branch.
“Of course not,” Madoc snapped. “Henry’s a rat like us.”
Thomas shook his head. “He’s a bat.”
“He can’t be a bat and part of Sigma Theta Gamma,” Gilbert said. “There is no bat family within the Society.” He looked around. “Right?”
Limbani shrugged.
“Not as far as I know,” Madoc said.
“What’s Henry’s family name?” Yating asked as he retrieved his phone.
“Heindrick,” Thomas responded, as Madoc said.
“Lewiston.” Then seemed to fight his exasperation.
Yating tapped his screen, and someone answered as he placed the phone on the coffee table.
“Yat,” Olavo said, “please tell me you rescued Madoc.”
“Not that I asked for it,” the rat grumbled.
“Olavo,” Yating said, “I need to know about the Heindricks.”
“The who?” the capybara asked.
“Bat family.”
“Then you mean the Stokers,” Olavo replied.
Thomas shook his head when the panda glanced at him.
“No, he’s a bat called Henry Heindrick.”
“There aren’t any bat in the Society anymore, Yat. What’s going on?”
“I’m not sure,” Yating said. “Are you certain?”
“Yat, you’re heard about the Stokers, right?” the capybara said in exasperation. “The disaster they were? Trust me. If even one of them had survived the clean-up. We would know about it.”
“Okay, I’ll call you once we know where we’re going.” The panda ended the call and looked around.
“So…” Limbani trialed off, then continued. “Someone passing themselves off as one of us?”
“If Thomas’s memories are correct,” Yating said.
“That’s still a big if,” Gilbert added.
“Is it?” Madoc asked, looking at them. “You heard what Henry said. He has Thomas’s brother and father at the frat. I remember them. His dad’s kind of intense, and his brother’s going to be a hunk when I can—”
“Don’t even think about it,” Thomas warned. “I told you. Roland’s straight.”
“I remember the frat,” Limbani said. “No Henry, tho. Laurence is the house leader.”
Yating looked around. “So, is that Henry the one who did something to our memories?”
“What are the odds some other faction managed to plant someone among us?” Gilbert asked.
“They aren’t zero,” Yating replied. “And that’s before we take into account someone with the power to alter our memories.”
“Can a guy from another faction keep up with you, us?” Thomas asked. “Henry is just as sexual as everyone in the frat.”
“It doesn’t matter,” Madoc said. “He’s either a bat from the Society, which makes him a Stocker, which should be impossible. Or he’s someone who infiltrated our frat house, a Society sanctuary, which means there’s a faction trying to hurt us.” He paused. “I have to tell Raphael about it.”
“Lau is still at the frat,” Gilbert said. “Along with everyone else. A lot of elders need to be told.”
“Yes,” Yating said, “but other than your family, Gil, we have no way to contact any of them. Madoc doesn’t have the number to his elder. So you need to—”
“He can’t call anyone,” Madoc said. “I thought I was calling my elder’s right-hand man. We can’t know if anyone we think we can trust is real. We need to do this in person, and my family’s the closest.”
“Okay, everyone get dressed, grab a snack. We’re heading out,” Yating said, standing. “We need to bet to Kansas City as soon as possible.”
“It’s too early,” Limbani whined, “and I want Gilbert as my snack.”
“We’ll hit bad traffic and that’s going to put us on track,” the armadillo said. “In San Francisco Bay it’s basically impossible to get anywhere on time.”
“What about my family,” Thomas asked as the others went looking for their clothes. “We have to go save them.”
“Thomas,” Madoc said. “We will save them. But we need help. We’re just five university students.” He smiled. “And if there’s one thing my family’s good at, it’s kicking ass.”
Minutes later, they were riding the elevator down.
“I’ll check us out,” Yating said as the elevator dinged and the doors started to open. “Pick me up in—”
“I don’t think so,” the massive tiger standing on the other side of the open doors said, crossing his arms over his chest and stretching the fabric of the suit dark gray jacket he wore.
“Dietrich,” Madoc said in awe, confirming, to Thomas, that they were indeed doomed.
“Yes, Dietrich Orr,” the tiger stated, a growl in his voice. “And if you think you get to barge into my city and I’ll let you leave without explaining yourselves, you’re going to be sorely disappointed.”
“How did you know this is where we were?” Gilbert asked, then swallowed as the tiger narrowed his eyes. “Sir.”
The stripped wall of muscle rolled his eyes. “I had you followed. Unlike those nephews of mine, I’m not an idiot. As satisfying as grabbing the two of you and shaking you until you told me everything, I’m not looking to start a war. Now, you have two choices. We go to the conference room I rented and you convince me to let you go, or you can pull the disappearing act you did in the warehouse and I have to explain to my nephews why I had to go and piss off the Society when I catch up to you.”
“I’ll go anywhere with you,” Madoc said.
“Not again,” Thomas grumbled as the tiger smirked. “Can we make this quick?” the rat pointed to the other rat. “He needs to talk to his elder about a bat and his son, so we can then go and rescue my family. It’s been a busy hour since we ran from you.”
Dietrich raised an eyebrow. “You don’t seem as scared of me as they are.” Thomas thought there was a definite ‘as you should be’ unmentioned there.
“Oh, I’m plenty scared.” He motioned up and down the tiger. “You can probably crush this elevator with us in it, and they’ve made it clear how infamously violent your family is. But someone just threatened my family. And I’m discovering that worrying about them is causing my fear of you to be stupidly manageable. Where’s that conference room?” Before any of his friends could complain, he added. “Tell me you have something to drink.”
“Are you even legal to drink?” the tiger asked.",
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