Natquik and Tracker Polar Nights Polar nights are long. And while one can easily get used to how long they are after spending years at either pole, there are certain things about them that you seem to stop taking notice of after awhile. The cold and the rushing winds become normal, even welcome thing, and you start to stop thinking about the company of others. So, when company does find you, it is something of a special occasion. For people who have experienced the nights for as long as Professor Natquik has, it is a special occasion you take full advantage of. This one’s a pretty straightforward little fic. I’ll admit I just find this arctic fox irresistibly charming and wanted to see him get some attention. Tracker just struck me as a perfect match for him. Here’s hoping you enjoy a bit of fun with this old fox as much as that polar bear does. Night in the Antarctic is very very long. Usually, it is also very very lonely. That was never much of a problem for Professor Natquik though. A solitary life in the cold, listening to the sounds of the wind and the ice, it was nice, a comforting music to sleep to, and he certainly didn’t mind having only the company of a warm cup of cocoa. That being said, the company of other people was always something he welcomed on the few occasions he got it. And, since becoming an Octoagent, those occasions were coming around much more often. Usually he kept in touch with his friends through the computer. Though, even that was sparse with most of them. Only a few people cared to check in on an old arctic fox that seemed fine in his solitude after all. The one person who consistently called him was Tracker. He had a habit of calling in at least once a week. At first Natquik thought it was whenever he just happened to cross the polar bear’s mind, but at some point he realized it was every week at the exact same time. Such things were easy to lose track of in the long long nights. At least, that was what he thought. Somehow, even when he was visiting, Tracker managed to keep track of the time. Natquik couldn’t help but laugh when the bear started from his seat and checked his watch. “Sit, sit! You are too punctual, my friend!” He smiled brightly at the young polar bear and gestured for him to get back to his seat at their small, shared table. Some of the cocoa he was carrying to the table splashed in the process, but he barely noticed. He probably wouldn’t have noticed at all if the polar bear hadn’t taken a step to help him. “Come come, I said sit!” Tracker finally got the message at the second order. He smiled back at Natquik and got to his seat. “Right. Sorry, sir.” He laughed a bit himself while he set himself down. “I’m a creature of habit I guess.” Natquik threw himself into the chair across from Tracker, recklessly setting their cocoa down as he did. “Sir! Haha! There is no need for that, Tracker. We are friends, yes?” He raised his cup up for a toast, smacking it into Tracker’s before the bear could even lift it. “No need for acting so formal just because you are visiting.” “Oh, sorry about that professor.” Tracker pulled back in his seat, bringing his cup with him. Before he could continue Tracker was interrupted by the fox’s playful glare. At least, he hoped it was playful. It made him sink back even further in his chair. “Natquik.” The fox warned him with a smile. “Natquik.” Tracker responded with a smile of his own. It wasn’t their first time having this back and forth, but it was the first time they had the chance in person. Natquik was much more intimidating in person. “Thanks again for letting me stay over. I wasn’t looking forward to taking a trip back to the arctic this late.” The glare was gone the moment Tracker said Natquik’s name, and the fox’s bright smile filled the room when the bear thanked him so graciously. “Yes yes, my home is always ready to be home to my friends!” His tail wagged wildly behind him. “I do not get to welcome friends often enough!” Tracker glanced around the small station. He took note of the unwashed mugs scattered around the consoles and the papers kept in loose stacks falling from shelves. “I can tell.” He adjusted his glasses shyly and turned his attention back to the smiling fox. “You’ve been really welcoming. I could help you clean up while I’m here, if you like. I really should return the favor.” “Nonsense nonsense.” Natquik shook his head and bid Tracker to keep sitting. The polar bear had already started to shift in his seat to move toward a discarded mug. Natquik knew to keep ahead of him. “You are my guest. You should do no more than relaxing.” He shook his head for just a moment. Then he set his paw down firmly. “Now, how do we help you relax, Tracker? You are very very high strung, yes yes?” Tracker shot up in his seat, blushing. “Th-that’s… well…” He laughed and leaned back into his chair. “I mean you’re not wrong, but you don’t have to point it out.” Again, it wasn’t the first time Natquik had pointed it out, but it was more embarrassing in person. He adjusted his glasses again and tried to cover a blush. “Our game, right? That’s what you’re talking about?” “Yes yes! Our game!” Natquik clapped his paws together happily. “That will be very good start! Let me see.” He stood up abruptly and went to fetch the pieces with just as much eagerness as he had when he had gone to fetch the cocoa. That is, he strutted about at a very casual place trying to remember where he had placed it, and his mind wandered a bit when he found it lazily tossed on a shelf near his console. The old foldable chessboard had all of its pieces set on top of it, barely even put away, but he knew it had everything there. Still he took his time gathering them up. The nights in the Antarctic were very very long, and often very very lonely. He did not mind, but company did make for some very very interesting possibilities. He smiled thoughtfully when he started back to his guest and the table. Tracker didn’t seem to notice, his focus was on the board. Without a second thought, he stood up and grabbed it, expecting pieces to fall. There was the briefest pause then when he realized how silly that had been, and Natquik glared at him, admonishing him for not being a proper guest again. “Heh, sorry.” “No no. Guests do not apologize!” Natquik shook his head, and his mind wandered more toward those curious possibilities that having a guest permitted. Tracker just noticed his glare got briefly even more intimidating, so he let go of the board. “Come come, let us get started!” The glare didn’t vanish this time. “Wow, are you feeling competitive tonight, pr- Natquik?” Tracker took his seat right after the fox started setting up their game. It was actually a touch unsettling. Normally they just threw their opposing boards together quickly. Natquik was unusually deliberate as he set the board this time. Natquik shook his head. “No more than usual, my friend. You have not bested me yet after all!” He laughed and eased back in his chair, the white pieces set up on his side. He waited patiently for Tracker to set up his. The bear didn’t take long, though he did move more cautiously. “Come come, let us not wait. You are in need of relaxing more by the moment.” Tracker couldn’t deny it. He felt oddly tense when Natquik made the first move. The fox’s cheer was just as present as ever, but the glare wasn’t going away. It was worse if anything. Natquik didn’t look angry at all. He looked predatory. Nervously, Tracker decided to ask about it when he made his own first move. “Uh… you look kind of tense too actually. Is everything okay?” “Tense? Ha!” The fox laughed, shutting his eyes and shaking his head. “No no! I am just realizing I have not enjoyed company like this in some time!” He breathed a nice sigh and made his next move. “You do not get much company at the station either, yes? Perhaps that is why you are so very very high strung.” Tracker felt a shiver run down his spine. Natquik’s glare came back as the polar bear responded to him, finishing up the opening on the board. “Well, I don’t mind it. You know, it give me lots of time to study my… um… handbooks.” He stuttered a bit. Before he had moved his paw away, Natquik had reached out to make his move. His paw brushed against Tracker’s. It was very obviously deliberate. The polar bear blushed as he finished pulling his paw back. “I umm… remember you mentioning you didn’t mind the alone time either…” “Yes yes, but I am old. You are so so young!” Natquik took a piece and raised his head, looking Tracker plainly in the eye. “Hmm… what do you say we wager?” He lifted his brow playfully. Unsure how to respond, Tracker just shifted in his chair. Right now there were a lot of questions he was struggling to answer. It was pretty clear what direction Natquik was going, and the idea was becoming more exciting the more he thought about it. Still, it was new territory. On the other paw, maybe it was new territory worth exploring. “Sure!” He smiled, surprised a bit by his own eagerness as he responded, taking Natquik’s piece right back. “What kind of bet.” Natquik glanced down at the pawn in Tracker’s paw and chuckled. “Good good! A piece for a piece then!” He shut his eyes, almost appearing innocent for just a brief moment. Then, he slid a paw out of his boot, reached down and set it on the table. “I believe you owe me one as well, yes yes?” His glare returned with a fury, more eager than Tracker had ever seen him before. Surprising himself again, Tracker just nodded. “Oh! Okay?” He reached up and unbuttoned his jacket. It was more exciting than he’d expected doing so. The glare wasn’t so intimidating now that he knew what it meant, though it did raise some other questions. It wasn’t the first time he’d seen it, now that he thought about it, just the first time it had been so intimidating. “You know, I don’t really think I ever thought about how lonely it was…” He took his jacket off and set it on the table before smiling at Natquik. “I guess I never really minded my own company.” “And yet you are so very very eager.” Natquik’s tail started to wag. “I remember being so young, the shirt is always first when you are young, yes yes…” He closed his eyes and sighed, clearly nostalgic. He finished his next move without opening them, taking another piece. “Good good. I am far far too old to be waiting.” Tracker tensed up in more ways than one. It hadn’t dawned on him what he’d done until Natquik mentioned it. Pointedly, he only took off his hat next. “Oh. Right.” He also didn’t say much, not sure if there was much more to say just yet. The play from there was reckless and amateurish, very unlike either agent. It was very deliberate though, barely a turn went by without a piece leaving the board. It was a race that would be decided more by the amount of clothing they had come in with than anything else. Natquik removed his jacket, then his belt, then his pants. It was an awkward moment that he was left with nothing but a single boot as he finished stripping the polar bear across from him. Tracker was left with just the scarf and glasses by the time Natquik’s last boot was off, and they could barely even say things had entered midgame. “Check check!” Natquik followed Tracker’s take with another reckless move targeting the king. The polar bear had no choice but to take back in response. “Uh oh! It seems I am out of pieces for pieces!” He laughed innocently for just a moment, then went back to glaring, waiting for the bear’s response. It sent a shiver up Tracker’s whole body when he did that. Admittedly, most of the shiver went through his lower body though. His tail shook and his groin ached. He’d gotten hard before he removed his underwear. With his cock free and the old fox sitting naked in front of him, it was twitching. “W-what does that mean?” He set a paw on his groin to keep his dick steady as he asked. Natquik stood up slowly from his chair and walked around the table. “That is up to you, my friend!” His tail was wagging, though his own cock was only partially hard in comparison to the eager youngster. He very deliberately showed of both assets to the young bear as he walked and set a paw firmly on the table next to him. “What is it I owe? I am up for many many things.” Tracker swallowed hard. There were too many options to consider. Without thinking, he started by just reaching up and running a paw through the fur of the old fox’s arm. “I… wouldn’t know where to start?” Admittedly, he did have an idea. He just wasn’t sure he could say it. There was foreplay that needed to happen before just asking for sex after all. At least, that’s what he knew from his books. “Come come, this is not your first time.” Natquik reached out and pet Tracker right back, though he reached for the young bear’s head, petting around his ear. The polar bear stiffened very plainly at the touch, or maybe the comment. Neither of them was sure, but both of them knew what it meant. Tracker swallowed hard again, and then he nodded. “Oh, I see. Well well…” Natquik’s glare softened and he pet more deliberately. Tracker’s stiffness softened then too. “I am honored! Come come!” He pulled away from the bear gently and took a few steps toward the bed. “A table is no place for a first time!” Without question, Tracker followed. Natquik made an eager show of it, wagging his tail for the young bear before turning and sitting himself gently on the bed. He then also made a show of admiring the young bear. Tracker had covered himself with a paw as he walked, but it didn’t do much to hide anything. When he saw Natquik looking, he set the paw aside. “I have had some practice, you know.” “Yes yes, and much research too I suspect.” Natquik patted the bed, encouraging Tracker to join him. The bear took a seat beside him. Though he was not close enough for the fox’s taste, he was close enough to touch. So, Natquik reached out and touched him, wrapping his soft paws around the young bear’s large shaft. “I see you have also brought just the right equipment.” “A p-polar scout is always prepared.” Tracker smiled and blushed. He felt a flush of embarrassment at the line, but it helped him alleviate some other tension. Natquik’s paw only covered him about halfway, but the feeling was utterly overwhelming anyway. He hadn’t expected someone else touching him to feel so wonderful. And Natquik followed up by doubling up on the pleasure. With a smooth, practiced movement, he dropped off the bed and moved between Tracker’s legs in an instant. Tracker was even more overwhelmed then. The old fox very deliberately dragged the soft, messy fur around his muzzle over Tracker’s dick, a tingly brush that made the polar bear gasp. “Yes yes, always prepared.” Natquik laughed. Tracker couldn’t respond. He couldn’t even give a laugh back. He set his paws down on the bed to steady himself, and pulled his body backwards. Everything was done to get a better look. Natquik smiled up at him just briefly, then started licking. His tongue wrapped around Tracker eagerly and made the young bear’s breathing heavy. It was better than he would have thought, nothing like his paw. It was warm and wet just in the right places. It was also wild and unpredictable. There was a pattern, yes. Natquik was practiced and focused, getting every inch of the large shaft good and wet, but as far as Tracker could tell it was just wild flailing as the old fox savored the taste. All of it was punctuated by a few deliberate squeezes of the fox’s soft paws too. They wandered wherever his tongue didn’t, getting little gasps out of Tracker when they squeezed the head of his shaft or the base. It was all so much wonderful warmth. It was almost too much. “W-wait…” Tracker steadied his breathing and squeezed his paws tight. It took some focus, but he kept things down. His cock splashed some precum on Natquik’s nose, but nothing else. He took some very deep breaths to keep it that way. “I… I don’t want to finish here.” He looked the old fox right in the eye. “C-can we do… you know…” Natquik smiled back at Tracker, though he took just a moment to lick his nose as he pulled away from the bear’s shaft. “The night is very very long, Tracker, and you are sharing my bed.” He made a bit of a show of swallowing some drool and precum. “There will be time for many many things.” Tracker nodded. “I guess there will, huh?” His dick quaked, shooting out another spurt that Natquik caught on his fur. “But, I did win the bet, right? So... can we do anal first?” Saying it out loud made him shiver a bit. Thankfully though, Natquik wasn’t bothered in the slightest. The old fox nodded and climbed back onto the bed. “I said I am up for many many things, my friend!” He was positively delighted when he lifted his eyes to Tracker’s height. He was even more delighted when he crawled further on the bed and raised his tail for the bear, though Tracker couldn’t see the smile on his face then. When his eyes followed the fox, they were plainly on that tail and what was underneath it. He could hear the fox’s delight clearly though. “Ah, it has been so so long…” “Do you have any lube… c-condoms?” Tracker was shaking when he followed the fox. He set a paw on Natquik’s cheeks before he got an answer to either question. “Trust an old fox to know his limits, yes yes? I have already lubricated you plenty.” Natquik’s chest dropped and his tail raised higher. He was shaking too, though it was almost all in his hips and tail. “Come come, I cannot wait!” Tracker stared at Natquik’s ass for a second, long enough for the fox to glare back at him, though he didn’t notice. “Just in case…” He muttered quietly as he set a paw to steady Natquik’s tail and leaned in close. He had done a lot of research on this subject in particular. It always paid to do some extra preparation. Plus, he really wanted to try it. So, he pressed his snout right under Natquik’s tail and gave the fox’s hole a long, hard lick. It was overwhelming as the feelings before had been, though completely different. This was all smell and warmth. The old fox’s messy fur ran over his face and warmed the bear to his very core. And the musky smell, like trail markers he’s smelled a thousand times but a hundred times stronger, it made him dizzy with its bitter-sweetness. Natquik was also overwhelmed, in his own way. The surprise of the tongue made him growl, a sound that shook through both him and the bear that ran his tongue over him. Tracker was shockingly skilled for someone new to the practice, coaxing Natquik’s aching ring open with soft kisses and then pressing his tongue forward to stretch the old fox. It was wonderful and filled with an affection that made the old fox’s chest rumble. It was also frustrating. He had been eager when he raised his tail, even before then he had hoped the night would eventually lead to him having the young man atop him. Now, with this licking he was becoming desperate. “You tease tease!” He shouted, pressing his face against the blankets and making a mess. He also writhed, though Tracker kept his hips steady to continue his licking. “Ah, Tracker! You tease this old fox too too much!” There was quite a bit of writhing before he broke free of the bear’s grip. That was only partly because of Tracker holding him though. Natquik’s writhing wasn’t very focused, and did just as much to press him closer to Tracker’s muzzle as to pull him away. It was only once he made a very deliberate effort to pull away that the licking stopped. Tracker let go of the old fox’s tail and allowed him to roll over. Natquik glared at Tracker the moment he turned over and was able to. It took a second to steady his writhing body first, but once their eyes met, it nearly sent the polar bear reeling. The look was a blend of the playful, angry glare and the predatory one, and like both of them, it kept the fox’s smile. “Come come! I will not wait a moment longer!” He lifted his legs high and wagged his tail high for the bear. Tracker was hesitant, but didn’t hesitate. At the old fox’s command, he set his cock above Natquik’s tail without letting another moment pass and, with steady aim, he pushed inside. There was little resistance, but so much warmth and so much tightness. It would have made the bear collapse right then if he wasn’t worried about the old fox’s glare. With that look in mind, he didn’t wait long after he first pushed in to thrust. That got rid of both his hesitance and the glare. Natquik’s features softened instantly, though his growl came back and vibrated through the bear’s body all the way down to his tail. That growl also softened down to an eager sigh and whimper, though the vibrations didn’t stop. “Ah! S-Sir!” Tracker steadied his paws on either side of Natquik’s head and thrust hard. Natquik reached up and held tight to the young bear’s back. Both grips allowed for the next thrust to become even more powerful. It wasn’t practiced or deliberate. It was reckless and needy as the warmth of the old fox’s body and the feeling of his messy fur took Tracker to new heights of sensation. And every thrust was exactly as Natquik wanted. The old fox stared dizzily up at the young bear, whimpering the whole while. His old dick ached and pulsed as Tracker hit the spot with random, wild abandon. Thick as the bear was, no practiced or deliberate aim was needed, every thrust sent Natquik to the soaring heights he had hoped for. “Yes yes!” He shouted. His ears twitched, overwhelmed by the sound of the bear growling above him and the feeling of his heartbeat. He came after the thrusting reached its peak of desperation. With a pulse the cum stained his already messy fur, and his whimpering reached a high pitch that made his ears ring. Tracker noticed the sound, but was more struck by the scent and the sensation of Natquik pulsing on his cock. It was so much that it threatened to completely swallow him. When he thrust again after that, he came harder than he ever had in his life. And he kept cumming as he kept thrusting. The whole while he shouted the fox’s name. “Professor Natquik! I can’t hold back!” There was an apology in there too, but Natquik silenced it. “Yes yes! Mark me, Tracker!” He sighed, silencing his whimpers. He felt so joyous feeling a young man in him again. It had been much much too long. With that in mind, he did not let Tracker go when it was done. The young bear eventually slowed, but he held him inside as long as he could. It wasn’t until it started to get too warm for Tracker that he let him go. “Oh wow… wow…” The young bear sighed, dizzy, eyes blurry. He almost collapsed on top of Natquik. He managed to pull out and throw himself aside just in time, much to Natquik’s disappointment. “Ha…. You did very very good for a first time, my friend.” Natquik turned to follow the bear, not giving Tracker much more than a moment’s rest from his gaze. It wasn’t a glare, thankfully, just pure joyous excitement. “Very very good!” “Th-thank you.” Tracker took a deep breath. It took him a moment to realize why his vision was blurry. His glasses were askew. He didn’t have the energy to straight them. “That was… amazing…” “Yes yes, very amazing!” Natquik nodded and shivered. He was panting, but in spite of that, something about the way he said it sounded sarcastic. Tracker felt just a pang of embarrassment at that, but then Natquik continued. “Haha! But the night is very very long, yes? And you will be staying?” He set his paw on Tracker’s and his ears twitched. “That means there is much much more amazing to be seen.” Tracker’s heart was racing, they both felt it. It raced more when Natquik mentioned more to come. Still, the polar bear nodded, sending his glasses more askew. “Good good.” Natquik nodded right back, and the excitement settled, though Tracker’s heartbeat didn’t. The fox’s glare came back, predatory once again, at least as far as Tracker could tell. Then, he sat up, looking down at his prone friend and laughing. It was disarming, but not unwelcome. It made Tracker laugh right back. Natquik gave the bear another pet then, right behind the ear, and he nodded in deep thought. He wanted another round, but the bear needed his moment. The night was very very long though. “Good good.” He sighed, thoughtful. “We finish our game then.” He smiled to himself and stood up. Though Tracker didn’t have the energy to straighten his glasses, he found the energy to sit up and follow the fox with his eyes. Natquik’s tail wagged as he made his way back to the table, setting himself to show off for the bear. “Winner makes the next choice, yes yes? You have not bested me yet!” The fox made his next move very deliberately, and Tracker was still far too delirious to consider how to follow up. But Natquik would give him time. They had all night after all. And he was certain he would get the most out of it. The sound of the polar bear’s breathing blended beautifully with the noise of the ice and wind after all. There was only one thing missing. “I will warm us up some more cocoa while you think. We have much much more to do tonight, yes yes?” He winked at the bear. Tracker would have winked back if he could. As it was, all he could do was manage a nod. “Thanks… Cocoa would be nice.” Natquik nodded. “It is necessary for good company! And we must keep your strength up.” He laughed quite loudly as he made his way to the cocoa machine. “The nights are very very long, and I do not often get company for them. We will have to make due while we can.”