“Alright, dude! Clubbing. Tonight. You don’t have any more driveways to mow, or goldfish funerals to attend, so there’s no backing out of this one.” “Gadg, it’ll be fun! The guys we wanna see are flaming hot.” Corvin denied his inclusion in wanting to see them. He just wanted a night out to go wild. Gadget, however, wasn’t convinced. “That’s a weird reason to go to a club though…” Fuchsia draped an arm over his shoulder and patted it reassuringly. “Hey, the club itself is awesome! We’re not even expecting to talk to them, there’ll be too many girls after their tails anyway.” Gadget shook his head in annoyance. “Fine. As long as you’re alright with me hiding whenever I want… and leaving the second I get too uncomfortable.” After waiting for both of his friends to get ready, they made it to the club just after 11 p.m. Gadget slumped into a corner and ogled everyone, from the bartops to the dance floor. He felt like a potato in a fruit salad bowl. This was not his thing at all, and he silently wished his friends wouldn’t want to stay too long. He didn’t want to dance with strangers, and he was never one to appreciate music so loud that you had to scream into someone’s ear just so they could hear you. ____ Zero parted from his group of friends, and made his way towards the closed-off upstairs part of the club. Midway, he caught a splotch of red in a corner out of his peripherals. He glanced in its general direction, and then did a double-take. It was a wolf with large-framed glasses, squished in the corner like a lost child. He snorted at the image, before realizing that his feet had rerouted towards the weird mobian. There was something about him that the jackal was instantly drawn in by. “You don’t look like the type that frequents clubs.” The red wolf flinched like someone had thrown water on him, before looking up and blowing air through his nose. “Yeah… I can’t imagine what gave that away. I just came here to make my friends quit bugging me. They’ve wanted to come forever for some guys that live in this place or something? I want to go home, but we just got here.” Without thinking about his words for once, Zero was offering to share his hideaway. “If the crowd is too much for you, you are welcome to join me in the lounge upstairs - I was just headed there now.” Absorbing some of the unique features of the jackal who had approached him, he took the chance and stood up to follow. When they made it to the stairs, the jackal signaled for him to wait a moment. Gliding over to the bartender, Gadget couldn’t make out any of the words, and could only observe the bartender’s astonished look, before she hesitantly nodded. Zero returned and led the crimson wolf up. Gadget figured there’d be mobians there, just at a much more tolerable volume; he didn’t expect it to be completely empty. There was even a bouncer by the entrance. He gaped, and the dark jackal caught his expression. “They don’t usually open this part of the club unless someone rents it for a venue, but they let me hang around here. I’m not really one for this environment either.” “Really? I wouldn’t have guessed. Why are you so special to get this part to yourself?” “...” Zero decided not to inform him of his group’s infamous reputation - the very one this wolf’s friends had been alluding to. He felt a tinge of relief knowing that the other canine wouldn’t have any predisposed judgement towards his character this way - it gave him the upper hand. He guided the other over to his favourite sofa. “I’m not. Don’t worry about it. Do you abstain from drinking completely, or are you just more of a casual get-together type?” Gadget’s eyes narrowed at having his question curved, but he figured the other just paid to use this area and didn’t want to admit it. “I do a bit of drinking with my family and friends, never at bars or clubs though. You?” “I am about the same. If you like champagne, we could split a bottle. I usually have one for myself when I’m here on the weekends.” Champagne with a suspicious stranger? As long as he kept it to just a glass and then jumped ship, he didn’t see the harm. Feeling overwhelmed by the constant stare of the other on his person, he looked away for a moment. “Sure. But… why do you come here so much if you aren’t interested in partying?” “The same reason you are here tonight - my friends enjoy this place. Though I don’t see much of them when we’re here… they do their own thing.” A bartender appeared over the stairs with two champagne flutes and a bottle of champagne in a wine chiller, presented on a gleaming metal platter. She nodded at the jackal who returned the gesture, before popping the bottle and pouring two glasses. She took her leave immediately after they both thanked her. Gadget took a note to look up the brand’s price later on. “Oh… how much does this cost? This is really posh, I wasn’t planning on spending an entire grocery bill here.” Gadget pulled his wallet out of his jacket, and peered into the slit with disdain. The jackal laughed at his dramatized action. “Not as much as you think. I offered to share this with you, so put that thing away. I really don’t need a whole bottle to myself regardless.” “Well… alright. Thanks.” He settled into the plush cushions as the dreadlocked jackal passed him a flute. They clinked their glasses together before taking a sip. Maybe this night wouldn’t be too bad - at least he knew he wouldn’t be burnt out from all the commotion downstairs. He suddenly felt a little odd that they’d both skipped past any introduction. “What’s your name? It’s weird that neither of us asked that… haha…” Zero cringed - he hoped the wolf hadn’t heard his name thrown into the antics that his friends got up to. “It’s Zero. You are called Gadget?” Gadget tilted his head. How did he know?! The jackal pointed to something on the table. Squinting, he identified it as his driver’s license. “You dropped it when you gave your wallet the stink eye. Nice mugshot, by the way. Fresh out of a penitentiary.” He couldn’t help but laugh, even if everything said was at his expense. This guy seemed pretty fun to hang out with already. _____ They both turned out to be naturally quiet individuals, which made for surprisingly comfortable lulls in conversation. Gadget’s friends had started texting him in their group chat, to see what was up. Corvin: We looked in all four corners, you didn’t Irish exit on us did you? Gadget: Nah, I’m sitting upstairs. It’s nice and quiet Corvin: What do you mean upstairs. The only people they let up there are the guys w-Fuchsia wanted to see, and the girls they pick up Gadget choked on a sip of champagne, and looked up at his new companion before replying. Gadget: So… are they jackals? Fuchsia: YES ARE THEY UP THERE Gadget: Uhh. Just one. He found me when I was in a corner and took pity Fuchsia: OMG GADG. Is it Lance?! Pierce?! Gervais?! Gadget: No, he said his name is Zero Fuchsia: … Corvin: … Gadget: What Corvin: that’s the only guy that doesn’t involve himself in “club side-action” if you know what I mean… does he have two different coloured eyes? If not, then it’s one of the others lying to you. The bicolour eyed dude is the one that everyone is going especially nuts to get at, apparently he won’t sleep with anyone Gadget: He’s got a yellow and a blue one… Fuchsia: GAAAAADG TAKE A PICTURE PLZ I WANT HIM Gadget: That’s rude tho He put his phone down to ask the other canine himself. “Hey… do you and your friends bring, err, people up here…?” He watched Zero’s eyes widen a miniscule amount. “Me, no. My friends, yes. Never to hang out in this part though… there are, well, rooms just past the bar area over there. I assume someone told you about them? They’re good guys, aside from this. I swear.” The red wolf couldn’t help but cringe a little, but he kept judgement out of his tone. “Well, I figure anyone who sleeps with them knows they get around… not my thing, but it doesn’t hurt anyone if there’s communication I guess.” The jackal’s posture relaxed - he was still in the clear. Gadget’s demeanor told him that the wolf was getting comfortable, to which Zero was pleased by. “My stance as well. They are honest people - we are actually co workers too, and all live together.” Why do I feel so woozy? This must be some high percentage champagne. Gadget laid down on the couch, feeling feverish and confused. The jackal loomed over him inquisitively. “Are you done for the night?” The wolf stared at him as his eyelids fluttered. Zero leaned in and locked his lips with Gadget’s tan ones… ___________ Good. He doesn’t even know what is happening to him… Zero raked his newly gloveless hands over the wolf’s lithe form. “Nnn… I thought you didn’t… uh~” He knew what the one beneath him was referring to. “I never have - you will be the first and last. I’d like to keep you for myself, if you don’t mind.” Gadget’s head lolled to the side as the jackal massaged his hips. He leaned forward to kiss his prey, while gently bending the crimson legs towards his chest. Zero held them in one hand and pressed two fingers into the wolf’s mouth, coating them generously in saliva. He inched his fingers closer to the wolf’s now exposed rump, and prodded against the tight entrance. It clenched reflexively, but the jackal pressed harder and breached the tiny pink pucker. Gadget could only moan deliriously - his senses were dulled, so he hardly registered the pain. Once Zero felt that the other was prepped enough, he removed them and pressed his leaking shaft between the two perky globes. Gadget was largely unresponsive, aside from some weak pleasured whines. Zero didn’t mind - the pheromones he was releasing told him what Gadget himself couldn’t. He rutted against them a few times to slick his member up, before entering the other canine’s tail hole in one quick thrust. Gadget cried out lustfully, to which the jackal hoped would be heard over the loud music. The long-maned mobian groaned at the feeling of Gadget’s walls squeezing his girth; now he knew why his friends were so crazy about getting their dicks wet all the time. He began rocking his hips at a languid pace, lightly bumping against the wolf’s cheeks each time he buried himself back into the tight entrance. His prey mewled at the invasion of his insides, but all he could do was reach up and grasp the other canine’s back to anchor himself. Gadget’s claws dug into Zero’s skin, but he relished in the sting; his wolf was loving the feeling of being stuffed full of cock. A series of footsteps coming up the stairs had Zero pausing in his ministrations. His three friends emerged at the top, and immediately locked eyes with their leader. They froze as they took in the sight of him: balls deep in a red wolf sprawled on the couch. Their faces quickly morphed from shocked to smug as they began jeering. “Boss man’s finally a real man!” “Fuck yeah!” “No wonder you haven’t been answering our texts!” Before the exhibitionist jackal could get a word in, they scattered back down the stairs. Red hips below him shifted impatiently, drawing low moans from both canines. Gadget hadn’t even noticed anyone appearing, and he didn’t care about anything else other than needing more stimulation. Zero took the hint, and chuckled under his breath before leaning forward to continue his assault on the wolf’s insides. Between both canine’s inexperience, and the alcohol, their stamina was almost nonexistent. Zero dipped his head down into the crook of Gadget’s neck, and groaned as he spilled his seed inside the tight canal. He moved a hand off the wolf’s legs and grasped the other’s weeping length. He rubbed the tip with his thumb, and a few moments later it began pulsing as seed spilled through either side of the appendage. The wolf’s ears drooped as he fell asleep with the other canine’s shaft still crammed inside of him. Zero pulled out, cleaned up their messes with the cloth napkins from their ice bucket, and left the wolf passed out on the couch. ___________ Gadget woke up a few hours later, having no idea where he was or what way was up. Mustering all the willpower in his system, he righted himself to see that he was on the same couch he’d been… Oh no. No. Did I really do that with him?! That was so unlike me, I would never be okay with that! He slapped his hands repeatedly against his cheeks in a panic. The jackal was nowhere in sight. He glanced at his phone to see numerous notifications from his friends, but he was in no condition to read or respond just yet. He gathered his belongings and hobbled down the stairs, noting that the bouncer was also nowhere in sight. Gadget was still too disoriented to think too much, but he was somewhat certain that the club was going to close soon. Luckily the crowd of people had thinned out considerably, so it was easier for him to make it outside. Before he could open his phone to make a call, he was snatched up from behind and stuffed into a black SUV.