Don't Get Your Ires Crossed

Written by MadDogAirPirate
Illustrated by Weaselgrease

The bell rung shrilly in announcement of the official end of the school day. Mondays were by far his busiest day. Every teacher and administrator in the school knew that. That's what made it all the more jarring when the coach heard his name as he was briskly dodging students as he closed the distance to the gym.

"Mr. Bat, I need a word with you." Principal Suspool's cutting mixture of a deep yet nasal voice was unmistakable, and nearly every student could do some kind of impression to mock it.

Ichitro rolled his eyes, but made sure he'd finished doing so before he turned about. "Any chance we could postpone it? I've got a lot to get done."

"Exactly. Step in here, please." The principal beckoned with one of his thick fingers.

At least Ichitro wasn't truly being called into the principal's office, only the administrative larger office that contained the access to the vice principals' and principals' offices. At the moment only he and the portly pig were there.

"We've got to talk about your coaching," the administrator began, thrusting his hands into his pockets. "Is it true you've got practices for wrestling, swim meets, and track today?"

The bat already didn't like where this was going. This would just be a rehash of last year. "I'm going to be overseeing wrestling and swim meets today. Weasel's handling track."

"Still, wrestling and swimming, two activities highly frought with injury potential, and therefore, lawsuits. You can't be in both places at once. Can either be moved?"

"One of our best wrestlers can only meet for practices on Monday. And I can't move anything else, because either it interferes with football or Friday... which you still insist I have off."

"Ichitro, you got into big trouble with the teachers' union last year. Got me in trouble is more like it. You can't work six days straight. So Friday is still out. You hear me?"

"I got that."

"Good." The porcine principal took one hand out of his pocket to stroke his stubbly goatee. "Still, we need someone else covering one of those. I thought Whittaker Bruin could monitor wrestling."

"Did you even ask him?" Ichitro demanded a bit testily.

"No, but you two are friends," he suggested.

"The only wrestling he knows is pro wrestling. And no, they're not the same thing." There was no doubt, Ichitro hated this business each year.

"You know, you do an admirable job keeping up with so many student sports-" he continued.

"Thank you!" Ichitro cut off, knowing full well that was a false compliment meant to cushion something that followed.

"But someone must be watching the students at all times. I just need a warm adult body keeping an eye on the students. And he can keep them in line." The principal just left the comments hanging there in the tense air between them.

Ichitro knew well what Suspool was getting at. He knew his responsibility to the students he was overseeing, and this past week he'd been running about to oversee multiple sports. The principal had a point that Ichitro couldn't dismiss. He hated to ever think himself incapable, but the bat couldn't be in two places at once. "You're asking him, and don't even think about telling him it was my idea or I want him to."

"I'll take care of that. Now. About this Weylen Wolf."

If Ichitro wasn't curt enough, he was even more so now. He wouldn't be surprised if he had hackles raised like some of the canines and felines of the school when they got wound up. "What about him?"

"Calm down. Vulpe told me about that whole, uh, naked business. As long as the student or his parents aren't complaining, you're fine. But don't push it, or I'll have to do something."

"Would you rather I have let the acid burn a student?"

"Oh come now, Ichitro. You know I fear a lawsuit more than anyone, so of course I don't want that. I understand the circumstance. But Vulpe's eyes are on you, so all I am saying is: no funny business."

"Yes, again, the acid. Laugh riot." The disdain in Ichitro's tone was hard to hide.

"Just don't give him reason to get you drummed out. You know he's been on your case twice before about inproprieties with students." Ichitro knew Porthos well enough that that tone was more a warning than anything else. Truthfully, he and Porthos didn't see eye to eye, but when one incident with a student had occurred a few years back, Porthos had jumped on Ichitro a bit too quickly. The bat had nearly lost his job, and he would have if not for his assistant coach's intervention.

The thing was, Ichitro knew that, and Porthos knew that. That was exactly what gave Ichitro the sense of how far he could push. "Vulpe's got his own issues. He seems awfully focused on rooting that kind of stuff out at this school."

"You let me handle Vulpe. Just stay out of trouble."

Not another word was spoken. The interruption had made Ichitro late enough already.

The coach was not prepared for what he saw. As soon as he entered the gym, Weasel had his usual group of about ten track members, but there were also about ten extra students milling about, in no way dressed for sports, with backpacks and clueless looks on their faces.

"Oh, what fresh hell is this?" he asked of no one, eyes cast upward as he approached his assistant coach.

"Uh, Ichitro, you know that whole mandatory extracurricular thing?" Weasel asked, as he gingerly jabbed his index finger a few times at the confused students.

"I should be glad enough they decided to do something sports oriented, I suppose," he muttered, though he didn't sound glad in the least. "All right! You lot! I want a show of hands. Who really, really wants to be here?"

The hesitation told him everything, even after half the hands went up. "You're here because the school's forcing you to be. I want to make one thing clear. These are high school sporting events. You're going to have teammates counting on you, so if you even think I'm going to let you do this half-assed, I suggest you go find cooking club, or debate team, or pillow fluffing... whatever the hell else they have. Let's first find out who's here for what. Wrestling team?"

Two students raised their hands and moved forward. One, Ichitro recognized immediately. "Riley Marse. I thought you told me you wanted basketball?"

The kangaroo folded his arms. "Yeah, you'd think that would be good enough, right? But that doesn't start til November, and that's not good enough for now."

"It also runs into your basketball season. Wrestling doesn't finish until Ferbruary."

"Yeah, I know. Days don't mix at least."

The student was right, and if there was one thing he knew, Riley had drive and aggressive energy. "Long as you can handle it. I don't want to hear you whining about how it's too much."

"Hey, I look like a whiner to you?" Riley demanded, a bit insulted.

"No, that you don't." Ichitro grinned. "I'll be with you in a few, lemme sort through the rest." With that, the bat moved to address the second who'd raised his hand. "I... forget your name. Lontra, right?"

The thin and wiry otter nodded vehemently. "Davis Lontra, coach." He seemed almost unsteady on his feet, but Ichitro figured that was the nervous energy the mustelid had. The otter seemed full of it.

"Yes. But... didn't you approach me last week and ask about the swim team? They both meet on Mondays. Same time. Right now."

"Ohh. Uh, could I do both?" the otter asked.

"Not unless you plan on wrestling underwater."

"No, I was thinking Monday I do wrestling, Wednesday I do swim. Swim meets are twice a week, right?"

"In your case it sounds like they'd be one. If you wanna do both, I'll allow it, but if I see you struggling in either I'm not hesitant to bench you."

Weasel was doing his usual work, jotting things down incessantly on a clipboard as Ichitro went through these students. Ichitro needed him for that actually. Otherwise he ran the risk of losing students through his disorganization.

"So the rest of you... track, or swim team?" Ichitro asked, hoping to sort these out quickly. Time was wasting. "Track, raise your hands." Four went up. By now he'd realized only nine were gathered in this mishmash of students. "So, that leaves the last three of you, swimming?" he clarified. They nodded. "Good!"

In his head, though, Ichitro was thinking this was less than good. Especially now, with these new students, there were just too many to keep after. "So," the bat began, "let me brief you. You're not going to be doing practice today. Most of you aren't dressed for it. Wrestling team, you two are going to need tights, a cup- trust me, it's essential especially for wrestling-, mouthpiece... and Weasel will give you the permission forms for your parents to sign. Go see him." As they broke off, he continued to instruct the other groups of students on their equipment and the waiver forms.

By the time he was done, it was already a half hour into practice. "Weasel, thanks, and I'm off to the pool. Do me a favor, pop in, tell the wrestling team they're to keep their hands off each other until I get there, or they're off the team. I don't care if the mats are out." By the end of that instruction, Ichitro was already breaking into a sprint. He hated being behind schedule.

The swimming pool for the school was disappointingly small, a mere twenty yards, and a fact that Coach Ichitro was reminded of every time he entered the chamber. It always felt so cramped to him. "Well, I'm glad to see no one got into the pool yet, like I instr-" Ichitro began.

"Actually." Jacqueline Oakley had spoken up, and that didn't surprise the bat at all. She managed to always be a handful. "I don't think we're gonna swim today. The chlorine in the pool's enough to burn our eyes out."

Ichitro snorted derisively. "Chlorine always burns a little. You get used to it." The bat knelt at the edge of the pool, smiled, and murmured, "let's see just how 'horrible' this chlorine is." He dipped his head underwater and opened his eyes.

He immediately wished he hadn't. Ichitro yanked his head from the water and stood up. "Holy shit! Who the hell chlorinated the pool?" His eyes stung, and it was pretty hard to see. His instinct was to keep them closed tight.

"Hey, I told you, didn't I?" the squirrel retorted with a definitive jab in her tone. The tomboy squirrel may have been a handful, but she didn't seem like a liar. Ichitro really should have paid her more heed. She was a tough one, tougher than most guys in terms of the guts she had and punishment she could take. The bat definitely made the wrong call.

"Yeah, yeah Jackie O, you did. Well, until we get the pH fixed, no one's going in. Swim meet's cancelled for today." His vision started to clear up, even while his eyes stung. Several of the students headed for the locker room, muttering about not being able to swim.

"You should have just taken her word for it."

He hadn't even seen him yet, but Ichitro knew by the tone who that was. "Oh, shut up, Weaselwords." Ichitro knew just about every student from the large Weasel family well. They were all relatives of his assistant coach, if a bit distantly, and all were exceptionally competent at varying things. But for just about every one, they were in great athletic shape, and were spread about on many of the sports teams as well as the clubs in the school.

Weaselwords was one of the two he had on the swim team. Taller and lankier than most, the suave weasel had slicked back fur, and he dressed in ways that would make one think he had his own mafia syndicate. Even now, stripped down to his swim shorts, he still wore his trademark tie. For anyone else it would feel odd, but for him, it would have felt odder if he didn't have it.

"Well, c'mon, you know enough to check the pool, right? The pH is 6.6, waaay too much chlorine."

"Yeah, my eyes can confirm that. Who did the chlorine?"

"Same one who always does. Gilbert."

"You'd think someone who swims as much as a gator would know how to chlorinate a pool."

"You may think so, but I'm pretty sure that the swamps he swims in don't have added chlorine," the young weasel commented with a chuckle.

"Never mind. Just lock this place up after the last student's out, would you?" Ichitro instructed as his impatience overtook him. "I've got to see to the wrestling team."

Wrestling went more smoothly, and even the bat had to admit that the sight of students trying to pin each other took some of the remaining sting out of the last few hours. Most of the wrestling team was made up of upperclassmen, but he was surprised that even a few freshmen were making their mark. Thrash Quickhatch was definitely one. That wolverine had raw power that even some seniors on the team couldn't match. No one made fun of his smaller size for very long. It felt like what nature had robbed him of in height he'd supplemented in muscle. Even Arthur Urso, his star junior, was surprised when Thrash had pinned him... and Arthur was pretty large.

"All right, guys, we're running low on time, so listen up." The athletes gathered around him, sweaty and tired, but attentive. They did respect the coach, for the most part. "I've got three sports I've got to handle on Mondays, so I'm being pushed to find someone to help me do that. Not sure who, might be Whittaker Bruin who oversees you sometimes, just when I can't be here. Whoever it is, you don't ease up, you keep practicing, and you don't give him a hard time. I find out you do give a hard time, I've got no problem cutting you. Got it?"

The team nodded. "All right then. You guys did great. Half of you have got the muscle to give me a hard time, but just remember, without mobility you're just a big target waiting to be put on your back. Work on your mobility."

As they broke, Ichitro found himself glad to be done for the day. It was time to check in with Weasel and the track team. He hated being away from any of the teams. He stepped outside, and the team was still jogging laps around the track, a distance. The bat ambled closer to his assistant coach as he watched. He clasped Weasel on the shoulder. "So how are they doing?"

Weasel's attention was on his clipboard, but even so, he seemed to know their progress with those keen senses of his. "We've got three with definite stamina problems, but the rest can keep up nicely. They tire, but they keep going, and they really have the push. Oh! Riley's got to get permission for the wrestling team and if I know his mom, she won't go for it."

The batty coach shrugged. "That's his issue to tackle. As for the stamina-challenged, that's not too bad. They'll just be second string if they can't cut it. I'm gonna find Whittaker and we're gonna head for happy hour. You coming?"

Weasel grinned. "As much fun as it would be to be the designated driver, yet again, I'm passing. So be ready to call a cab if you go overboard."

"I rode my mountain bike in today. They're not going to give me a ticket-"

"Don't even test it."

"Give me some credit, Weasel. I know not to drink and drive."

"And that includes biking!" he protested.

"Oh relax. Whittaker will drive us. It'd take a whole keg before he couldn't drive," the bat uttered dismissively.

"On some nights, I think he has enough for that." That was Weasel. Ichitro knew that Weasel liked Whittaker Bruin enough. Weasel just wasn't a drinker. He showed way too much temperance for the usual revelry that the bat did.

Ichitro turned about and nearly ran into a student he knew all too well lately. Robert Lagarto had been pestering him repeatedly the last few days. Ichitro found the attention flattering, but it still had begun to irritate him. The plumed basilisk always sought him out.

"Coach Ichitro! You know the extracurricular thing we need to sign up for?" A slight Mexican accent always coated Robert's words.

"I'm aware of it, Roberto, yes. But you've got drama club, don't you? Never stop rambling about yourself, think I'd know by now." He'd said it quietly, and Ichitro more meant it to vent to himself, but he wasn't surprised that Robert heard it.

"Uh, yes sir, Coach Ichitro, I do. But I think I need something to improve my lung capacity. I'll need it for firebreathing."

Robert wanted to emulate dragons as much as he possibly could. He was fascinated by the mythical beasts and their legends.

Ichitro nodded, with noticeably less interest in the conversation than Robert. "Well," the bat started cautiously, "not sure how bright breathing fire is. You mean like they do in luaus in Hawaii, in circuses, that kind of thing?"

The lizard nodded eagerly. "Yeah! So I was thinking maybe I could do track or swimming."

"Hey, I'm all for you getting into better shape, just don't set your healthy body on fire, okay?" Ichitro commented as he brushed past the student.

"Uh, coach, one other thing. You don't think maybe I could measure your wingspan, use it for a model?"

Ichitro stopped in his tracks and rolled his eyes. "Robert... flying is hard to do. Birds have hollowed bones which help... great until they break 'em because they're so easy to break. And bats have bodies that are built light. But even so, only some of us can manage to fly... and it's not easy. But lizards aren't meant to fly-" Ichitro tried to explain for the second time. It hadn't sunk in the day before.

"Sure we can! Look at me coach, I'm thin!"

"You're just not built for it. I'm not going to help you design wings so you can jump off some roof and break a dozen bones."

"Dragons can do it!"

"You're a lizard! Liz-zard. You do that tongue thing." The bat stuck his tongue out. "And with the movie reference concluded, I'm telling you: you wanna suit up like a dragon, that's fine. You wanna breathe fire or fly off a rooftop, I'm not helping you. That's like begging for a lawsuit."

"Ohhhh, you understand the concept and risk for thaaat," Weasel droned sarcastically behind the bat.

"Cute, Weasel."

"And you're just the model of safety. No extreme activities for you! That's why you can take this moral stand."

"Weasel."

"Why, just last month, didn't you mountain bike down a cliff, just to see if you could?" Weasel goaded.

"He did?" Robert asked, quite interested.

"And the bike smashed into a pile of bolts and twisted metal!"

"Wow," the lizard exhaled, awestruck.

Ichitro's very fur seemed to be bristling a bit as his head shrunk down into his shoulders and he was developing a bit of a twitch.

"And the only things that saved his behind were his wings!" Weasel added with a smirk, no doubt feeling Ichitro deserved that ridicule for lecturing a student on safety when he seemed to throw caution to the wind, himself.

"If he breaks his neck it's all on you and I will yell it from the rooftops, Weasel. Anyway," Ichitro added, allowing his frustration to drain away. This wasn't his problem. He'd given good advice. "If you want to sign up for track or swimming talk with Weasel." He made his way out of the gym.

The shop wing wasn't very far from the gym, and that was the bat's destination. He was pretty sure Whittaker Bruin hadn't gone home yet. The bear's lumbering form across the room confirmed it.

"Hey, Whit. I'm done a little quicker than I thought. You need to do anything else here? I'm ready to grab a brew," the bat called across the room.

"I just love how you yell it out while we're still on school grounds," the bear retorted with a chuckle. "I didn't grab my paycheck envelope Friday, so I need to stop by the teachers' lounge."

After he collected his gradebook, Whittaker headed for the door, and he and Ichitro walked for the lounge. "Hey," the bat started, "I figure I should make sure. Did Suspool talk to you in the last hour or so?"

The bear shook his head. "He supposed to?"

"Lemme just spoil the surprise for you. He wants you to supervise one of the sports on Mondays. Not my idea." Ichitro shrugged.

"Swell. Which one? I've got auto club Thursday, but other than that, I'm usually free."

"Wrestling, I think. All you need to do is make sure they don't kill each other really. They get a bit rough, but punching, kicking, anything that comes too close to a streetfight, break it right up." Ichitro chuckled. "And they don't use folding chairs or the like."

"Shut up," Whittaker cut in, though he wore a grin on his face.

The two headed into the teachers' lounge. Whittaker, as usual, had to duck and twist his body just to get in the doorway. As the large bear went to check his mail slot, Ichitro had the displeasure of seeing the principal again. It was clear enough from the brightened expression that he'd intended to talk with the coach again.

"Ichitro, so glad I ran into you and Whittaker. Mr. Bruin, you really do have trouble squeezing into the teacher's lounge, don't you?" Porthos asked.

"Not at all," Whittaker rumbled disdainfully, his attention on his correspondence. "It's a pleasure to be here in Munchkinland."

"I know the door is a tight fit. Did Ichitro ask you-" the principal checked.

"I'll babysit," Whittaker confirmed sourly as he examined his pay stub.

"Wonderful. The only business left is one I just learned. I have a request that you attend the PTA meeting after school, Ichitro. Apparently there's a parent or two that has a concern with you. I took the liberty of telling them you'd come," Suspool relayed in his slippery tone.

Ichitro knew it well. He knew he couldn't well get out of it without a problem. "I have practices... but I can pop in for a while."

"Splendid. I thought you'd be able to. Do be careful with Mr. Foxworthy. I hear he's upset about his daughter's cell phone and some issue of a detention."

"I-" Ichitro began.

"Don't explain it to me, explain it to him." Porthos gave that fake smile of his that covered however it was the pig really felt.

Ichitro was glad to get out of the lounge and the school building entirely. Whittaker lumbered just a few steps behind him, either unwilling or unable to keep pace.

"I heard about that!" the bear began. "You smashed her cell phone?" he inquired with an amused chuckle.

"She was using it during class. I merely knocked it out of her hands. Gravity did the rest," Ichitro explained with that grating edge to his voice that indicated this did not amuse him.

"Bet you felt just awful. I met that girl. Any more stuck up and she'd need a decongestant just to breathe." Whittaker grunted. "Glad I don't have her."

"She never even showed at her detention, so maybe it's a good thing I speak with the father."

The ursine snorted derisively. "Right. Because daddy of a girl like that's going to believe his little angel's the problem."

"Bite me."

"That reminds me," the shop teacher began. "I've got a fun situation and I want your take on it. But it's gonna take a bit to explain, so after we get there. Going to Down the Hatch?"

Ichitro nods. "They've got the best happy hour. By now it's becoming our hangout."

The bat found his mountain bike. Whittaker had often offered to just throw the bike in the back, but Ichitro preferred to ride about to keep in shape. Besides, the bear didn't have a rack, and he always believed the bike might just bounce out in a rough patch. Fortunately, the watering hole was only a mile away. He couldn't have arrived more than a few minutes after the bear.

And the weasel. When he pulled into the parking lot, Ichitro saw the unmistakable form of his assistant coach leaning against the wall near the doorway.

"What're you doing here? I thought you didn't want to babysit us drunks?" Ichitro ribbed, with the literal elbow that matched it.

"And I don't," Weasel remarked, "but I caught wind of that little PTA invite you can't turn down."

"You don't miss much, do you?" the bat asked with a crooked grin.

Weasel thumbed toward the door to the bar. "No, but you do. I drove right by you as you rode here." The two headed in as Weasel continued. "Just what are you planning to say about that phone incident? You know Mr. Foxworthy is going to be pitching a fit."

Whittaker had already sat down at one of the booths that lined one side of the bar. That was hardly surprising. The bear often grumbled about how small the stools and chairs were. Once Ichitro and Weasel had spotted him, they headed over.

"I'm going to tell him she was using it in class, I told her to stop, I gave her a written warning, she still kept the phone out, and I knocked it from her hands." Ichitro's response was very cool and nonchalant.

Weasel's was less so. "And you don't think he'll make a big deal about you striking her phone out of her grasp?" The two sat across from the larger shop teacher.

"Oh, the cell phone thing?" the bear inquired with a grin. He'd heard all about it.

"She wasn't supposed to use it in class," the bat reiterated.

"Are you going to pay to have it replaced?" his assistant needled, the tone clearly indicating he expected Ichitro to do so.

Ichitro shot a look of annoyance and disdain. "And you're not going to, either, so help me, if I hear you've paid to replace it. The brat still owes a detention, and there's no reason to have a cell phone out to text during gym class."

"You might do well tomorrow not to refer to her as 'the brat'."

Whittaker chuckled deeply at that, as a wiry waiter approached the table. It caught all three's eye. The wings were the immediate giveaway, especially with another bat seated at the table. The smiling face did accentuate one major difference, however. The glistening fangs showed that the bat waiter was not the same kind of bat that Ichitro was.

"Ello, and 'ow are ju 'tree? My name is Odol, I will be taking care of ju." Ichitro just eyed the bat over. He had to be a vampire bat by the look of him, and his accent gave strong indication he had likely not lived his whole life in the United States... certainly not North Carolina.

Whittaker wasn't as phased. "I'll have two Fosters. The big cans. And I'll have a double bacon burger, fries."

Odol wrinkled his nose in distaste as he wrote, immediately shifting to Ichitro almost expectantly. "An' ju?"

Weasel took note of the odd expression as Ichitro started, "Sloppy Joe and a St. Louis."

The bat paused this time, almost a bit disappointed, but wrote again. "Yes."

Ichitro put his menu down. "Somethin' wrong?"

Odol shook his head. "No, no. I- ah...I 'ave small troubles with meat eating, es all. I apoogize, it es nothing for ju to have to deal with."

Ichitro knitted his brow, confused. "You're a vampire bat, right? You drink blood?"

Nodding, the smaller bat quipped, "Si, yes. But I do not eat meat. I am a vegetarian."

At that point everyone at the table stared at him blankly, save for Ichitro who instead looked as if the guy suddenly sprouted another head. "Wait just a minute. You drink *blood* which is in meat. But you don't eat the meat."

Weasel looked up from his menu, smiling politely. "Can I orde-"

More directly intrigued, Ichitro immediately cut him off, "Can you even digest vegetables?"

The smaller bat smiled apologetically. "I am sorry, I did not mean to offend. May I finish your orders?"

Ichitro flattened his menu on the table. "I'm not offended, I'm confused. How do you drink blood as a vegetarian?"

The hispanic flier made a soft 'oh' sound. "Well, ze blood is not from meat. Eating meat means something had to die. I do not wish to aid the act of killing another to eat."

Ichitro shook his head as he got up from his seat, "That's not what I asked."

Trying to divert the conversation back to food, the mustelid spoke up, "That sounds like a great topic of discussion over drinks, and food, so why don't we ju-"

Ichitro continued, "Weasel, stop thinkin' with yer stomach for a minute and help me out here."

Weasel furrowed his brow, "You don't want me to get involved."

Odol added politely, "I would be more than happy to speak with ju of it after work?"

Ichitro's attention was on Weasel at that point, "I think I do want you involved. Let's hear about vegetarian diet versus vampire bat diet."

Weasel grunted, seeing as how he wasn't going to get any food until this was settled. "Fine."

Ichitro looked at Odol, thumbing toward the mustelid. "Listen to this guy."

Leaning more toward the end of the table with the two bats, Weasel explained, "Vampire bats have a diet of blood called 'hematophagy'. They drink it for the lipids and proteins. While their stomachs aren't designed for it, they can ingest vegetables, it just doesn't agree with their digestive systems well. Ultimately they drink blood to sustain themselves, and that comes from bone marrow, not meat. They do not need meat to survive, only the liquids found in it."

Ichitro snorted impatiently. "But can he live on vegetables?"

Weasel shook his head. "Nope."

Ichitro held out a finger at Odol. "Hah!"

Weasel added, "However..."

Ichitro froze. "Uhoh."

Weasel went on, "Vegetarianism is a lifestyle choice and isn't governed by any science or rules of action, making it entirely subjective as to when someone is or is not. In other words, if he says he's a vegetarian, he's a vegetarian, and we should be supportive of him for wanting to live in a way to better himself." The last part was emphasized toward Ichitro in a biting manner.

Ichitro's brow flattened. "Fine! Fine." He looked at Odol. "See what I have to put up with?"

Odol smiled more happily at the other bat. "So, ah, I do not wish to rub salt on ze wound, sir, but you seem quite healthy."

Ichitro perked up at the complement. "Oh, well, yea, I exercise a lot. Thanks."

Odol didn't wait to ask further, "Might I be able to, say, sample some of your blood?"

And Ichitro came to a screeching halt. "...Tell you what, Dracula. I'll offer you a deal. You let me fuck you, I'll let you have some blood. How's that?"

Not even certain how to respond, Odol stammered briefly before nearly dropping the writing pad on the floor. "I-..I will go place joor orders." The smaller bat quickly scampered off.

Weasel lowered the drink menu. "Hey. I didn't even order anything."

"You're the designated driver, aren't you?" the bear asked.

"No," he blasted. "So don't go overboard. You're driving yourself home."

"And maybe me," Ichitro admitted.

Weasel sighed, deciding to channel his frustration into rereading the drink list.

"Actually, that whole conversation with the waiter there reminded me, though, Itchy," Whittaker put in.

"Oh yeah. I was meaning to ask about that," Ichitro remarked, leaning across the table a bit toward the bear.

"This kid's been hitting on me. He isn't even in any of my shop classes, but I had him in study hall." The bear propped his head up with his elbow as he explained. "It's weird. I've caught him peekin' around a few times since then, and he's talked with me about joining shop. I told him it's past first week so it's too late to switch. He keeps talking about how big I am and how he wants to spend time around me."

Ichitro nodded. "Sounds fine to me."

"Well of course it sounds fine to you; you bang students. I don't," Whittaker contrasted. "And I don't plan on starting."

"Oh, why not?" the bat egged on. "Listen, it's all about what you make it. You show them a good time, teach them a bit, and as long as you're responsible, use your powers for good-" the coach began, sporting a smile that only widened as he launched into what he was saying.

Whittaker's response started out nonchalant, but sank into somberness. "I've hung around you for a few years, not like this is a shock to me you want me to," the bear remarked. "But, I'm not sure it's really good for kids if they aren't ready. It can mess 'em up."

"Hey, the one thing I've learned through years of teaching is that some kids have a good handle on things at 16. Some just want to learn and experience. And then you've got ones that are fragile, or damaged, or just not mature enough. I don't go after anyone who doesn't want it or can't handle it." The end of his statement became almost uppity.

Weasel, however, snorted in response. "Oh yes. Never someone who can't handle it. Michael Mattoni? You gave him a taste of bat, he wouldn't leave you alone for months. And best of all, as a teacher at a school where the student didn't do anything harmful for you, couldn't very well get a restraining order, could you? Then the kid got caught breaking into the school, he professes his love for you-"

"Okay, Weasel, shut up already! I made a bad call with that one." He'd clearly struck a nerve with Ichitro, who had soured on the whole conversation.

"Yeah, exactly," Whittaker interjected darkly. "That's what I'm worried about here. This kid seems really into me. Obsessive. ... Besides. The kid's into this idea of watching me eat, made some comment on wanting me to see how much of him I could get into his mouth. It's like...you know that whole urban thing they do, preychasing? The predator teens or young adults chase down some unsuspecting prey kid, harass him a bit, some think it's fun, others think it's racism? And you know how sometimes, it gets really bad? Violent, some actually do maul and bite? The way this kid goes on, I think he wants me to try to eat him, whole."

That brought the conversation to a standstill for a moment. The weasel admitted, "Not something I've ever heard much of, before."

Ichitro shrugged. "Oh, I have. You study sexuality, you find out people have all kinds of hangups, kinks. Normally that wouldn't even be doable. But I know this Alex kid, he's small." The bat almost seemed to be studying Whittaker Bruin, looking him up and down.

Catching that, Whittaker growled, "Yeah, yeah, I'm big, he's small, it just might be possible. Still a few real problems. One, the kid is obsessing and I gotta figure out how to handle it. And no, I'm not gonna do it your way," he snapped, almost as if he could sense Ichitro was about to have another go at convincing him. "That's the other huge problem. If you get caught with a kid, bat, you get a lecture and some finger-waggling. At worst you lose your job; you're in the grey area for anything worse in a legal sense. I get caught looking like I'm eating a student, goodbye career, and hello jail cell. Just so some kid can get a thrill?"

"Well, there was always that Kevin Burroughs rumor-" Ichitro began with a sly smile.

"Next word you utter about that I'm gonna give you a tonsillectomy, manually." There was a hard, almost bitter edge that even Ichitro had rarely seen.

The bat could tell he'd crossed the line. "Aw, c'mon, Whit. You'n me have been good friends ever since I came to teach three years ago. I know nothing happened there and the rumor bothers you. I didn't mean it like that. But... I don't know, there any interest in something like that?"

"Doesn't matter," the bear dismissed, the jagged edge still present in his voice.

"Look, all you do is you play safe. It's nobody's business but yours and his, if you decide to do it. So you take precautions-" Ichitro suggested.

"I said no."

"He's got that interest, and he came to you. You and I both know you're a stand-up guy. Way, way up," he offered with a chuckle, raising his hand over his head. "You wouldn't do anything wrong to a kid who trusted you to guide him. All the more why you should. Otherwise, he's going to go out and try to explore that interest somewhere else, maybe with some lowlife wolf or lion that won't treat him so well. And if that ever happens it'll weigh on you. So why not show him the right way, help him learn, scratch an itch for him... maybe for you, if you had it." The winged mammal shrugged. "Just saying."

"Well, from you, that's as good a rationalization as any," Whittaker quipped in seeming dismissal. "But... you've got a point. Alex is really bright. I could set ground rules, and if he gets the wrong idea or I see any problems, I can make it clear to him that I'm done."

"You corrupt everyone," Weasel remarked coldly in the coach's general direction. The mustelid folded his arms.

"Hey. Not true. I managed to straighten your ass out," he contended with a suggestive smile.

"Da drinks joo ordered!" The vampire bat's voice cut right through the conversation almost as well as the tray he set on the table with the beverages along with Whittaker's burger and fries.

"Thanks!" Whittaker replied almost too sweetly, especially for him. He reached for the burger before Odol could even set it in front of him and snapped his teeth into it pointedly, watching for the vampire bat's reaction. He winced in response, but didn't comment on the discomfort. He finished putting drinks in front of everyone, and then set Whittaker's plate, now just with fries upon it, in front of the ursine.

"Ees dere anyting else I can get?" Odol asked. A slight smile returning to his face, he inclined his head toward Ichitro.

"We're good," the coach responded. Odol nodded and headed off.

After finishing his bite of burger, Whittaker grunted. "So, I always wondered about that. I remember hearing you were hell and chaos's lovechild, Weasel, but you sure aren't now. That really Ichitro's doing?"

"I'm sure he likes to think so; can't wait to take all the credit," Weasel shot down. "Lemme tell you what happened."

"Just remember, I'm going to correct anything you lie about or forget to mention," Ichitro murmured.

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Weasel's story took well over a half hour to go through. On a few occasions, Ichitro had weighed in to challenge a few of the views that Weasel had presented. By the end, it was clear enough that Ichitro had saved Weasel's hide, literally and figuratively.

"Wow. So he pretty much owns you, huh?" Whittaker remarked with a smirk. By now, four large empty cans of Foster's sat in front of him, and his food was gone.

"Got a receipt and everything," Ichitro remarked dryly.

"All right, all right. Enough of that. I'm doing what I can to repay his kindness," the flustered weasel cut in.

"After something like that I'm surprised you're not under the booth repaying his kindness," Whittaker snarked. Ichitro burst out laughing, the few empty drinks in front of him no doubt helping him let that mirth out.

"Well," the bat managed, "you know-"

"Okay, I see this is my time to get going." Weasel stood up, already removing the wallet from his pocket as he did so to fish out a $10 bill and drop it on the table. "That covers my share."

"Not by a long shot," Ichitro shot back, and this time it was Whittaker who got lost chuckling up a storm. Weasel said nothing, and instead headed toward the door.

After a moment, the bear stretched. "I need to hit the john, then, if you're ready to go-" he began.

"I need to take a leak myself," Ichitro admitted, fishing out the remainder of the money for the bill and setting it down. He stood up and sidled out of the booth.

The bat was ahead of Whittaker heading to the bathroom. He pushed open the door, stepped in, and froze after stepping in, his hand on the door. The bar had four urinals in the bathroom, all lining the left wall just a few feet from where the door emptied into it. In front of the second stall was a fairly robust wolf, his trousers piled around his feet, and he wore nothing but a soot-smeared white wifebeater t-shirt. That's not what caught anyone's attention though. The wolf was in the midst of peeing, but he wasn't cozied up to the urinal, and there were no dividers. One hand placed against the wall to steady himself, the wolf was angled enough toward the door so that there was no mystery whatsoever. His cock was half out of his sheath, firm enough to suggest arousal, but not a full hardon, and he was launching a stream of dark yellow into the urinal. The wolf even glanced over toward the door when he heard it opening. The expression on his face, scrunched as if the light was bothering him, along with the piercing stare, suggested to Ichitro that the wolf was fairly hammered.

"There's a draft," the wolf muttered to break the silence. He was still peeing, either unphased, or he really had to go. Whittaker meanwhile had stepped through, caught a glimpse, and with a smirk, he continued on past toward the fourth stall, the only one anyone could have occupied that wasn't next to the wolf.

Ichitro let the door close, and, now having no choice, he stepped up to the empty urinal to the left of the wolf. He unzipped his trousers, and as he pulled his cock out, he smelled and felt the alcohol-laden breath of the wolf hit his shoulder. He was a good half-foot behind Ichitro and hadn't moved toward the bat, but now the bat knew the wolf was probably looking toward him. He turned his head, and sure enough, there was the drunken wolf, grinning. "Nice one."

Through it all, the wolf was still hitting his own urinal.

More amused than anything else, though he was a mixture of curious, aroused, and even a bit uncomfortable by the stare he was getting up and down, the bat grinned. "Yeah, I'm fond of it."

"Me too," the wolf admitted, and Ichitro noticed as he tapped his own cock, the stream dipping up and down a few times before settling. "Mine, I mean," the wolf clarified. "I wasn't, uh. I'm just emptying out. Us firemen, we can spray a lot of liquid."

"You ain't kiddin'," Whittaker commented. He wasn't a shy one either. The wolf turned his head, grinned, winked, but then turned back toward Ichitro.

"Hey, I seen you before here, haven't I?" the wolf asked. "You ride that motorcycle, right?"

Ichitro grinned, and looked back toward the urinal stall as he started emptying himself into his own urinal. "Sometimes. Today I just rode a mountain bike here."

The wolf scoffed. "Mountain bike doesn't have any power to it. ... You wanna riiiide?"

That stopped Ichitro midstream, as it definitely had the tone of an innuendo. The wolf's stream was finally breaking off, and it started to fall just short of the urinal, in front of him. The wolf wasn't paying any attention to it.

"Thanks, but I've got someone driving me home, plus you look pretty sauced." The bat figured that covered both meanings.

"I can handle myself, like this," the wolf remarked with a throaty chuckle. "I can handle giving you a ride, too."

Ichitro started himself back up again, trying to focus more on peeing now. "Thanks, and if you're interested when you're more sober, then maybe, but right now, sex is-"

"Sex?" The wolf cut him off. "Ohhh, I get it. No, I was just offering you a ride." The wolf put his hand to his cock and rubbed the exposed part a few times, stroking slowly. His hand told Ichitro a different story.

"Some other time," Ichitro offered. He wasn't sure how much of it was politeness, how much was to get out of the slightly uncomfortable situation, and how much was because he'd really like to. The wolf was forward, but even with those signals for sex, he'd occasionally veer off. Was it the alcohol, was he trying to save face? The bat couldn't tell.

"Yeah, sure," the wolf remarked, reaching down to grab his trousers and pull them back up. "But don't worry about firemen. We can handle a lot." As he straightened back up, he wobbled, having to recenter himself to keep balance.

Ichitro finished up and tucked his cock back into his trousers, zipping up. He was still ahead of the fireman who looked to be getting his pants and suspenders on.

"How 'bout you?" the lupine asked, turning toward Whittaker. "Something tells me either one of us could give the other a nice ride."

"Thanks, but my truck's working," Whittaker offered flatly. "Nice dick, though."

"Ohhhh, I get it. I was in here first, how I piss is my business," the wolf remarked, a more biting tone in his voice now.

"Nothing wrong with how ya piss," Whittaker countered, and he seemed to be suggesting something bigger than how the wolf was urinating. "Ichitro there's right, when you're not smashed, we come here often enough."

That left the wolf more puzzled than anything it seemed, as the two headed out.

As they walked for the door of the bar, Whittaker asked, "He was, uh, hitting on you... and me, right?"

Ichitro wore a sardonic grin. "Naaaah. All that cock-stroking and admiring was so he could keep his focus while he tried to remember his wife's name."

"Jackass," Whittaker quipped, shoving Ichitro's shoulder derisively as they headed into the parking lot. "Load your bike into the truck. He wasn't bad-looking, either. Fireman."

"Yeah, but when you can piss through an entire conversation you've had a little too much to drink," Ichitro remarked. "And when people are drunk, they can push for things they wouldn't want while sober."

"Or do want, but just can't get the courage for," Whittaker challenged. "I got the mixed signal here or there too, but he was definitely wanting to roll around with you." The bear lowered the back hatch of his truck's flatbed.

"Oh yeah, and you. He may have just been horny enough it didn't matter to him." Ichitro finished collecting his bike and he lifted it into the truck, while Whittaker put the hatch back up. "But if he was sober and hit on you, would you have gone with him?" Ichitro asked the bear.

Whittaker shrugged. "Maybe. Couldn't get a good read off the guy, how comfortable he is with guys, whether he's forward, if he's an ass... conversation was too short."

"No big deal," Ichitro commented. "Won't matter until and unless we see him again."

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The Tuesday school day came around all too quickly. Ichitro took his motorcycle into work, even wearing a helmet just because he felt like he was going to be hassled enough today. It wouldn't be the first angry parent he'd have to deal with at that PTA meeting, but PTA parents were usually the worst. Their children could do no wrong, and teachers could do every wrong. That was how he viewed it.

After a brief stopoff in the teacher's lounge, Ichitro made his way to the gym, to make sure everything had been put away right since he left before everything was concluded in there yesterday. It wasn't that he didn't trust Weasel. It just helped to see it with his own eyes. Everything looked fine, so Ichitro headed into the locker room to check on the towels and spare gym clothes to make sure they were clean. Opening the locker that contained them in the hall by his office, he began to count. Everything looked there.

Shutting the door to the locked revealed a sight he had not expected to see at all. Arms folded, and with a very cross expression his face, there stood Darwyn, dressed up in his tan slacks and bright blue polo shirt. "You and I need to have a very, very serious talk, before I bring this matter to the administration."

That caught Ichitro off guard a little bit, but then he'd figured out by now that Darwyn could be a bit touchy about one subject in particular: Weylen. "Talk away, Darwyn. Not like you haven't planned on it anyway."

"What did you do to him?" he asked, jabbing a finger in Ichitro's direction.

Ichitro blinked. "Do to whom?" The turn of this conversation had quickly made its way to serious.

"I had a talk with Weylen after school ended yesterday. He just started spilling about all these things bothering him. He talked about being stressed about the new clothes, said he was called down to the office to talk about the underwear I bought him and a receipt, and that you forced him to strip."

A mixture of surprise and irritation coated Ichitro. "I didn't do anything of the kind."

"I heard it from his mouth, before he clammed up and said he didn't want to talk about it. What did you do?"

Assistant coach Weasel rushed in from the gym. "Overheard the heated voices." Both paused and glanced over at Weasel. "What's going on?"

Darwyn fumed, "Ichitro forced Weylen to strip down in his off-"

"Now hold it right there," Ichitro rasped, a momentarily contained ball of ire. "Weylen couldn't have told you that, because nothing happened in my office." He glanced over at Weasel, who nodded.

"I'd be careful and think about this, Darwyn. You heard Weylen mention something about being forced to strip in his office? To my knowledge Weylen's never even been in the coach's office. When did this happen?" Weasel queried, the only truly calm one there at the moment.

"Must've been Thursday after that acid incident! That's when he was here alone with you. He didn't say much, but I know he said he was called into the office and was told to take his clothes off."

"I never ordered Weylen to take his clothes off," Ichitro seethed. "What the hell is wrong with you? What're you trying to pull?"

"Hold it, hold it!" Weasel interjected urgently. "Let's think on this. I doubt Darwyn would be making this up, he thinks Weylen told him this. And I can vouch for Ichitro's whereabouts most of the time while he's on the school grounds."

"Were you there when the acid incident happened?" Darwyn pried.

"Well," Weasel admitted, rubbing his head, "no, but-"

"Then that must've been it. Give me one good reason I shouldn't run to Porthos about this!" Darwyn demanded.

"Wait a minute," Ichitro murmured, some of his anger leaving him. "You said it was to talk about the underwear and the receipt. So it couldn't have been Thursday. You bought him that stuff Friday."

It must have dawned on Darwyn that Ichitro was correct, as his anger faded for a moment, his brow unknitting... before knitting again. "Then it had to be on Monday!"

Ichitro shook his head. "Weasel was with me pretty much every period Monday. And after school I have two... technically, three extracurricular activities."

"And I can vouch, he was there," Weasel said with a nod. "I don't know what you heard from Weylen. It sounded like he was shaken up over something. But I can vouch solidly for Ichitro on Monday."

Darwyn nodded, perhaps struggling to accept it. "Maybe. But there's something that Weylen's holding onto, and it's bothering him. I got some of the other stuff out, but that one, he clammed up. He was pretty upset yesterday."

Ichitro grunted. "Well, thanks for the accusation, but no, I didn't do that, and that didn't happen."

"Yes, well.... Perhaps I concluded too hastily. But that is disturbing news, and Weylen's such a sweet, naive kid. To think someone would prey upon him like that-" Darwyn started, but he'd clearly just struck another nerve with Ichitro.

"Weylen is capable of fending for himself. Don't paint him as some victim who can't take care of himself."

The bell sounded, alerting that first period would begin in a few moments.

"We can continue this after school. I've been told you were summoned to the PTA meeting. I can hardly imagine why," Dawryn sniped derisively, stalking off.

"How 'bout I pull that preppy collar over your head and tie it in a knot?" Ichitro blasted.

"We can straighten it out later. Or rather, I'll get to work on finding out just what's going on there," Weasel offered. "You've got juniors coming in," he remarked, pointing at the door where students were coming in for first period. "For now, let it go."

Ichitro couldn't, though. It gnawed at him all through the period. He knew he hadn't done it, but had Weylen really been upset? What if someone had messed with him?

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The day ground by, each hour feeling like an excruciating wait to the bat. Weasel hadn't been around for nearly two hours, and without him as a buffer, Ichitro had already snapped at a few students. Probably nothing too destructive, but even Ichitro knew he'd crossed the line when one of the heavyset female cats in his third period gym complained of asthma, and he'd snapped, "Just breathe! Take it in! Just like with food, but without all the calories! I know you can inhale!"

Fourth period, fortunately, Ichitro had off... and he was pretty sure since Weylen was a freshman, he'd be at lunch. Just as he was about to leave the gym Assistant Coach Weasel rushed in. "We've got a problem!"

"Something did happen to Weylen?" Ichitro asked, his first concern apparent.

"No, I- I don't know, just listen."

"You were supposed to be checking on Weylen and if something happened to him, what the hell is wrong with you?" the bat demanded.

"Hey! Just listen a minute." Weasel was still a bit out of breath, and he inhaled deeply before continuing. "Mr. Foxworthy's been digging around, trying to find out dirt about you. I think he's going to try and get you censured or fired. Probably for breaking his daughter's cell phone."

"Who cares?" Ichitro expostulated. "Weylen's the problem, I can handle-"

"Just shut up a minute Ichitro!" Weasel demanded, surprised at his own words. "Someone must have leaked the incident with Michael Mattoni claiming to be in love with you a few years back. Probably Vulpe if I had to guess, but I don't know, doesn't matter. He's going to make a case that he thinks you're inappropriate with students-"

"Let him-"

"Ichitro! He's going to push for an investigation to see if you did anything inappropriate with Weylen. That's why Porthos wants you there. He's trying to get other parents to support him. I don't think he's having a lot of luck yet. Most of the students like you."

Ichitro nodded. "Porthos already told me as long as Weylen's parents don't raise an issue he doesn't see any need to pursue anything further."

"I think his dad's been called to come here," Weasel explained, still trying to catch his breath.

"That's still not a problem, really," Ichitro remarked.

"It will be if they really start grilling Weylen and he spills. You and he did, uh." Weasel found it hard to spell it out.

"I know what we did. But it was consentual and off school grounds."

"In any case, only his father can make an issue of it," Weasel contended. "His mom's gone, so it's just his dad."

"All right. I'm gonna go meet with Weylen, see if I can figure out if anything happened." Determined to let this conversation and and get to what he wanted to know, Ichitro started off.

The cafeteria was crowded, and Ichitro had no idea where Weylen would be sitting. After five minutes of scanning through the students, he still hadn't spotted the wolf. Then , the creamy color of his fur caught Ichitro's eye as Weylen came from the hot lunch line, food tray in hand. He was walking with Alex Karzik, a student who was in the other freshman gym class. 'Wasn't that the one Whittaker Bruin was talking about?', he wondered to himself.

"I don't know, Alex," the wolf remarked to the rat walking alongside him. "I like playing video games where we're on the same team. I don't do competitive ones as much."

"That cool too," Alex noted amicably. "We could play something like Civilized Nation, just be on the same team against computer players!"

Ichitro wasted no time, setting himself up for an intercept course just as they sat down at their table with their food trays. "Weylen!"

The young wolf was surprised, but he definitely wore a smile. "Coach! I, uh, it's good to see you."

Ichitro sat down next to Weylen, not even worrying about it looking odd. "You let us have this conversation," he suggested to Alex, "and don't breathe a word about it, and I'll put in a good word for you with Whittaker." Alex went from confusion and surprise to a pleased acquiescence, and just went to eating while Ichitro turned to Weylen. "Darwyn was on me this morning about some kind of incident in my office where he says I told you to take off...." He looked at Alex, and even with what leverage he had, he chose to censor himself. "Anyway, uh, since that never happened-"

Weylen's eyes went wide. "Oh! Oh, Coach, no, no. I know you didn't. ... I think Darwyn just got confused. I told him a bunch of stuff, it might have jumbled. Everything's fine." He looked down at his tray, seeming very interested in his food after that.

"You're sure?" Ichitro asked, his tone demanding. "I don't want anything messing with your schoolwork, so if there's anything going on that I'm doing that is-"

"Oh no, it's nothing like that! I promise, coach, that's fine! Really, I'm okay."

Ichitro could feel it, from Weylen's body language. There was something he was leaving out. "But it's nothing I did... you know I'm here if you need any help."

"I know." Awkward silence followed.

"Okay. Hey, uh, if you need any help with your homework after school today-" Ichitro began.

"You've got a PTA meeting, remember?" From behind, Weasel's voice was unmistakable. He never was far behind. "Weylen, it's nice to see you," Weasel continued.

The wolf merely nodded, and went back to eating his food.

"Well, okay, Weylen. I'll be talking with your dad later today, I guess." Ichitro found himself constricted by present company. Weylen merely nodded. "So I'll see you later, huh?" The bat got up, completely unsatisfied, and let his darkened mood carry him out of the room while Weasel trailed behind him.

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The final bell sounded, signaling the end of the school day. Ichitro was just walking off the baseball diamond which meant he crossed near the teachers' parking lot to get back to the building. The PTA meeting would be starting shortly. The bat still wasn't too concerned about it. He'd dealt with stuffy parents like Mr. Foxworthy before. As he neared the door to go back inside, he heard a voice behind him.

"Well, well, look who we have here."

The tone was familiar, but even so, Ichitro wasn't prepared for who he'd see when he turned around. The smirk, the solid upper chest build... even with a change of clothes, Ichitro knew this wolf had been the one he'd encountered in the bar. Now he was wearing jeans held up by a black leather belt, along with a plain black short sleeve shirt.

"You know," the built wolf remarked as he stepped within a few feet of Ichitro's personal space, "I'm pretty sure I'm sober now. May have had a beer an hour ago...." He chuckled, planting his hand against the wall and leaning next to Ichitro, a bit like he'd done at the bar. He just leered at the bat.

"I wasn't sure how much was the alcohol talking at the time. What're you doing here, though?" he questioned, curious. The PTA could wait for a minute.

"I was called down here because I'd been told there was an incident with my son almost getting injured."

Misreading entirely who this wolf was, Ichitro nodded. By the build, he took the wolf to be someone entirely different.

"Oh yeah. Your son's a good kid. Real athletic, strong for someone so young. Good natured. A real alpha."

The wolf seemed surprised. "Well, not what I expected to hear. You're the... gym teacher, coach?" He eyed down Ichitro's front. "Explains why you're so fit. And thanks to the bar, I know what you're packing."

Ichitro grinned. "Still hitting on me?"

The wolf shrugged. "I know what I like. And usually I prefer women, but strong guys who know what they're doing, they've always got a spot for me. Or rather, I've got a spot for them. After you're done here, any chance you might like to come back to my place, have a few beers... see what happens?" he asked suggestively.

Ichitro had to admit this wolf intrigued him. "Yeah. Yeah, sure, why not. I could use a little fun after today, I'm gonna walk the coals in a little while. After I'm done with this PTA thing I can find you out here, about 3:30?"

The wolf's eyes brightened when he heard PTA. "The PTA is what I'm here for. So I can meet up with you when it's winding down."

Ichitro shrugged amicably. "Works for me! Owen's a great kid, though. Hard worker."

That seemed to confuse the wolf. "Who's Owen?"

"You're not Owen Bay's father?" Ichitro asked, confused, and wondering how he'd misread this.

"No, no. Name's Jarvis. Jarvis Wolf. My son is Weylen." He offered a handshake to Ichitro, and he still wore that cocky grin he'd had earlier. It didn't take long for it to return.

It felt like the bottom had dropped out from Ichitro's heart and stomach as soon as he heard the wolf's name. The coach took Jarvis's hand, impressed by his strong grip. "Weylen's dad? ... Weylen is... he's a really exceptional kid. Small, but tougher than people give him credit for. There's a toughness that people miss. He can handle a lot more than people think."

Jarvis clasped Ichitro on the back with his free hand as he let go of the handshake. "Yeah. Yeah, that's my boy. ... Hey, bet he'll be surprised to see me walk in with you, tonight!"

Ichitro moved to open the door to go into the building. "Yeah, he sure will." He took on a brisk pace, trying to outstrip Jarvis if he decided to follow him in. He didn't want to look like he'd be avoiding the wolf, but he required a minute to absorb what had just happened.

How could Weylen, this diminuitive wolf, be descended from that rugged fireman? How would he react if he went home with Jarvis tonight? He couldn't back out now. Not gracefully, anyway. Besides... Ichitro had to admit it, he wouldn't mind tangling with a big guy like Jarvis. He seemed to have a clear idea of who he was, and he'd have some real power to him. It could be a great evening. But what about Weylen? No matter what, he wanted to be on Weylen's father's good side. That would definitely get him a spot there. But all the more, if the father found out about what he did and planned to keep doing to Weylen, it might really blow up in Ichitro's face. The bat ducked into an empty classroom once he rounded the corner to continue to think this through.

What was he worrying about? He'd already made it clear to Weylen that the sex had been a fun thing that he'd oblige if Weylen was interested. Nothing was changing for that. And surely he could find a few minutes to talk with the teen to reiterate that point. He had a great opportunity to get to know Weylen's father. That really could not be a bad thing. He was able to learn about Weylen's homelife, and the opportunity might arise for more time together. Really, this was perfect, wasn't it?

Ready to handle anything thrown his way, Coach Ichitro opened the door, and he headed for room 108, the site for the meeting. As he neared the room, he could already hear a conversation going on.

"-cost 80 dollars, and I am not buying her another one!"

"I can sympathize if Coach Ichitro did break your daughter's phone, but she is not supposed to have it out in class, and Assistant Coach Weasel here made sure your daughter received a warning first. I read his report on the incident. She continued to use the phone even after being told to stop, and she did not put it away when issued the warning." That was Principal Porthos.

By now, Ichitro had walked through the door. Dressed in a nice pressed suit with a red tie was surely Mr. Foxworthy. Thin reading spectacles rested atop his muzzle. His whiskers were waxed back against both sides of his muzzle in almost an impromptu moustache from those strands, and it looked to be as stiff as he did.

"Ah, and here he is now," Mr. Foxworthy noted scornfully. "You broke my daughter's phone, you hellraiser, and you're going to pay for it!"

Ichitro couldn't help smiling a bit. "Your daughter was texting in the middle of gym class, and I told her at least twice to put the phone away. She refused. If the phone was damaged, it was her fault as she was not to have it out, and she didn't comply when I told her to put it away."

Porthos nodded. "There you have it, and I'm backing Coach Ichitro and Weasel's report."

"Not to mention," Ichitro added brazenly, "she still has a detention to make up."

"I'm not going to leave my daughter alone with the likes of you!" Foxworthy snapped. "You'd defile her like the pervert you are!"

The handful of parents and teachers gathered within the room seemed to all tune their focus to the conversation, and at this point, a pin could drop and everyone would hear it.

Foxworthy continued, "I did some digging on you, Ichitro! You had an affair with a student, a Michael Mattoni, who claimed you got involved with him. It's true, isn't it?" Stiff though he was, and he remained so in posture, there was fire in the fox's eyes.

"Mr. Foxworthy, you may be on the PTA-" Porthos began testily.

"And on the city council, don't you forget!" the fox added.

"Excuse me. It doesn't matter. That student offered that explanation after breaking into school grounds and I believe it to be a cover for his behavior. There was never found to be any impropriety on Coach Ichitro's part."

"Cover for him all you like," Foxworthy snapped back, "but there is the matter of Weylen and the acid incident."

"You know," Porthos commented, "I still don't know how you found out about that, or how it is your business. But I see no need to do any kind of investigation into another student if the student or his parent doesn't ask for it."

"And that is precisely what will happen! I've already contacted Mr. Wolf and he's on his way," Mr. Foxworthy seethed.

"And he's here," Jarvis remarked gruffly as he entered from the hallway. "Now is there a reason why I could hear this conversation traveling down the hallway when it's supposed to be a private matter about my son?"

Porthos scoffed derisively. "That's Mr. Foxworthy's doing."

Mr. Foxworthy stepped toward Jarvis. "I'm the one who called this matter to your attention, Mr. Wolf. I believe that filthy bat there," he began, glaring at Ichitro, "was inappropriate with your son and pulled his clothes off. I want the school to do an investigation into it, but they need your approval. Now, I'm sure since you care about the well-being of your son, the answer is obvious-"

"Stop right there, stuffshirt." Jarvis cut him off, and he leaned in enough so that the stiff-postured Foxworthy became quite uncomfortable. "I already knew about the incident. My son told me about it, so you didn't bring any important matter to my attention. I came down here because I was asked to by the principal. More importantly," Jarvis continued, his tone getting darker and more aggressive as he went, "I don't think you brought this to my attention for my or my son's benefit. I know how you sit on the council. You don't give a damn about anyone."

"Now see here," Foxworthy remarked with a quiver in his voice, looking as if he was going to fall over from how far back he was leaning at this point, as Jarvis continued to lean into him. Somehow, Foxworthy didn't dare take a step back.

"I ain't finished. So something else is involved in this mess."

"He wants me to pay for his daughter's cell phone when she used it in class and wouldn't put it away," Ichitro explained, folding his arms, all too happy to let Jarvis handle the situation now.

"So you think you're just gonna manipulate me? Let me tell you something." Jarvis's nose now touched Mr. Foxworthy's, and he looked as if he was about to wet himself. "You're trying to tell me that bat molested my son? He had acid on his clothes, and that coach's quick thinking saved my boy from bodily harm. I'll be damned if I let you twist that into a punishment. I also have had the opportunity to run into Coach Ichitro recently, by chance. And I can tell you without a doubt." He pulled his head back if only to look over toward Ichitro. "He's a stand-up guy who wouldn't take advantage of anybody. Not like you, you shifty-eyed moneygrubber. You think you're so great, you think you can just pull the strings of everybody and get what you want. Get the hell out of my face."

Foxworthy looked positively wounded, and turned to stalk away. "Mark my words, you haven't heard the last of Fenwick Foxworthy! You're vile, Ichitro, and I'm not letting you anywhere near my daughter again!" He headed toward the back of the classroom, out the second door to the hallway.

Porthos nodded at Jarvis. "Sorry we had to drag you down here, Mr. Wolf."

"It's all right. Consider the matter settled," Jarvis replied, losing some of the gruffness.

The principal turned to mingle with some of the other parents and teachers there. That left only Weasel, Ichitro, and Jarvis, now.

"Well," Jarvis remarked, "now that that's settled, if there's nothing further for you to do here, would you take me up on that offer?"

"Hell, even if there was more for me to do, screw it. You can cover it, right Weasel?" Ichitro asked. Weasel opened his mouth, but Ichitro wasn't even about to wait for a reply. "Great!" he continued. He clasped Jarvis on the shoulder. "You're a hell of a guy."

As the two hit the hallway Jarvis met the clasp by clasping his own hand on Ichitro's shoulder. "You looked out for Weylen. You earned having me look out for you." That grip on Ichitro's shoulder tightened. "Besides... I know how you can repay me."

Ichitro chuckled. "Let's go."

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"You know," Jarvis began, "When you were talking about riding a mountain bike around I thought you were kidding." They'd loaded it up into the back of Jarvis's pickup truck.

"I don't ride it every day. Just a few days a week," the bat remarked with a shrug. Already, they were on the obscure road that Ichitro remembered taking to Weylen's house. "I really like this road, it's been nice to see."

"That mean you've been on it before?" Jarvis questioned jovially.

"Oh, yeah, this past Friday, I drove Weylen back after he got his replacement clothes."

"Ah." The wolf began to pull into the driveway, and an ominous deja vu crept over Ichitro, only this time, he was the passenger. "Did you see the inside of the house?" he asked.

Ichitro shook his head. "Nah. Would love to see it though."

"See it?" the larger wolf repeated questioningly. "Hell, you're gonna stay the night if I have anything to say about it." He put the truck into park and cut the engine.

"This ain't gonna be weird for Weylen at all, is it?" Ichitro wanted to make sure.

The wolf undid his seat belt. "Weylen's seen me being people home before. He knows you'll be my company." Jarvis wasn't one for subtle cues or coy behavior. He reached over and cupped his hand over Ichitro's groin, squeezing it just enough so that he could feel the wolf gripping his balls in his hand, even through his pants.

Mostly, Ichitro was enjoying the attention. He did have that slight concern that Weylen might not react well to this. Still, that would have to be something he got over, as his life didn't revolve around the teenage wolf, no matter how nice a kid he was. The bat leaned back, just letting the wolf feel up his groin, and he could already feel himself getting a bit excited. "Think maybe we should head inside first?" he asked the wolf. "I'm gonna start showing soon. Don't know if we wanna be walking through the house past your son with boners."

Jarvis's chuckle was deep, as he slid his hand upward, past the button of Ichitro's trousers. "Weylen knows I come home with company sometimes and to give me my space for it. But if getting inside first works fer you, I guess I can accomodate that much." He leaned over toward Ichitro, now sliding his arm up to wrap it around the bat's shoulders and pull him in a bit. "But once we get into my bedroom, yer ass is mine. I've got a lotta thanking you to get to, and I'm not expecting any polite refusals. You got it?"

Just hearing Jarvis talk like that was arousing the bat, enough that he could feel his dick pushing against his underwear as it pushed out of his sheath. "Hey, I'm the guest. I can follow the rules of the house and accept your hospitality."

Jarvis removed his arm and pulled the door to his pickup truck open. "You say that now. Just don't wimp out later."

Ichitro opened his own door. "Ha. Don't write no check you can't cash."

The walk to the door was a mix of exchanged smirks and sidelong glances. Turning the key in the doorknob, the firefighter pushed it open and offered the door to the coach.

From a room down the hallway came a familiar young voice. "Hey dad! I got dinner started, and I've got my friend Alex over, I hope that-" he began, but by then Weylen had stepped out of the kitchen and realized his father had a familiar guest. "Coach Ichitro. Wow, it's- what are- are you here to see me?"

Jarvis shook his head. "He's my guest tonight, son. Thanks for cooking dinner. I want you to grab a plate, take it up to your room, eat, and do your homework." The tone was deep and direct. "I'm expecting privacy tonight."

Ichitro said nothing, even though he'd wanted to greet Weylen. Instead he just offered a wave.

"So wait, uh... okay," Weylen began. "I just didn't know he was coming over tonight."

"I ran into him at the PTA conference today, and I wanted to thank him for what he did for you," the large wolf explained.

Ichitro could see even more confusion on Weylen's face, and he glanced at Ichitro almost as if he was expecting an answer. "Uh, all right dad," Weylen responded with uncertainty. "So, how late is he staying? And can Alex stay over?"

"How late he's staying is my concern, not yours," Jarvis sent back in a slightly darker tone. "And no, Alex can't stay over. You never told me he was coming over."

"But you didn't tell me about him com-" Weylen had started, but his dad cut through it sharply.

"Weylen, there are some things adults do that teens don't. I don't tell you in advance when I'm having company. You do tell me. It's a school night, and I don't like that you two were here alone with no adults, and I didn't know about it." There was no question, now. Jarvis was harsh.

"I-" the teen wolf began, but caught himself, lest he make this any worse. "I'm sorry, dad. I'll tell him." There was a glum, sour tone to Weylen now, but he turned obediently and headed for the kitchen, where Ichitro could hear him talking quietly, presumably with Alex.

Jarvis sighed. "Give him a minute to send his friend off and get some food." He beckoned Ichitro to follow him into the den, off to the right, on the opposite side of the hall from the kitchen. The bad did so, though he glanced toward the kitchen when he headed in. Weylen didn't show. "I don't know what's gotten into that kid lately. He's still good, keeps up with his chores, but that's the third time this week he's backtalked to me."

Ichitro settled in on a rustic couch with what looked to be a hand-carved frame from wood... and yet the cushioning was very comfortable. Jarvis plunked himself down next to Ichitro, slouched a bit, and put his feet up on the coffee table. The bat watched as Jarvis reached around him and pulled him against his shoulder.

"Well," Ichitro commented cautiously, "probably something on his mind. You don't want your kid talking to you?"

Jarvis furrowed his brow and glanced over. "Talking to me is fine. It's challenging the boundaries I set for him I don't like," the wolf explained. "I know Weylen is getting older, but he's just starting high school. He's there to learn, and I put rules in place so he stays on track. He's keeping to most of them, but lately he's getting sloppy, distracted. Something else is on his mind." He shrugged, something Ichitro could palpably feel. "Don't worry about that, though."

Ichitro was a forward guy, especially when it came to sex. He'd learned, over time, that most of the rest of the world operated at a more conservative pace. He'd not expected Jarvis's reaction, as he pulled his shirt off over his head, tossed it down onto the floor beside the couch, and reached down to undo his fly.

"You can get undressed too, if you like," Jarvis encouraged.

Ichitro normally would've done so pretty quickly, but more than anything he as caught up in the social expectation of the moment. Usually, people didn't do this. "You're all right with this?" Ichitro asked cautiously, almost wondering if it was a trick. "There's no door to that den, Weylen and his friend are here."

Jarvis, meanwhile, had slid out of his jeans so that he was only in his underwear, now. Ichitro had been hardening and was just starting to fade, but this was quickly pushing him back toward arousal. Glancing over at Jarvis's groin, Ichitro could tell the wolf was fairly aroused too, and his cock was throbbing, noticeably moving beneath the cloth mesh.

"This is my house," Jarvis explained, "and when I'm in my house, this is how I am." Come to think of it, suddenly the scene at the bar made more sense to him. "I didn't approve the friend being here, so I'm not concerned about it. "

As it was, Alex had just wandered through the hallway, and while he cast a quick glance in the direction of the den, once he realized what the scene was in there, he turned his head back, if a bit wide eyed, and called out, "I'll see you later Weylen!" A few seconds later, the door had shut again.

Ichitro let go of that feeling, after that. When in Rome! "You know," Ichitro commented with a grin, as he pulled his own shirt off, "I'm impressed you're so open around your son. You'd have a guy over, let him know what you're doing, and you're okay-" he began, but Jarvis cut him off.

"Weylen doesn't know what I'm doing. He knows I have company over and he's supposed to give me space for it. I just gave my son a very clear signal, he's going to his room and I'm expecting privacy. He doesn't know anything beyond that." Jarvis was matter of fact about the whole thing.

Ichitro wasn't sure how to say what he wanted to say, but he tried, anyway. "Yeah. I get it, Weylen knows the rules of the house. But Weylen's a smart kid. You sure the noises, the occasional sights... you really don't think he knows what you're doing?"

Jarvis grunted. "He may have pieced it together, sure. The point I'm making is I'm not pushing this into his face. I got needs, and I want some respect for them, privacy. Doesn't mean I hide away in a room for it. I've brought women home, and some guys. If Weylen's figured out what I'm doing with them, that's fine. Still not his business."

That answer satisfied Ichitro a bit more, even if the bat did wonder just how much the father really had talked with Weylen about sex. The young lupine seemed pretty naive in that area. Any further conversation was derailed, though, as one of Jarvis's meaty hands reached down and found the button to Ichitro's trousers. Ichitro was used to being the forward one, but he found it to be refreshing when someone was aggressive as he was. Jarvis maneuvered in front of Ichitro, swinging one leg over his, and leaned forward bracing himself with his arms against the wall behind him as his looming body closed off any space. Jarvis's muzzle was right thre, his nose pressed against Ichitro's, the huffs of warm breath flowing over him.

"Now shut up and accept my hospitality," the wolf remarked with a demanding grin, before he opened his mouth and met Ichitro's, the wolf's large, flat tongue pushing against Ichitro's rounder one. It was around then when it had completely hit Ichitro. Weylen's father was in his mouth right now, and he could feel Jarvis's cock grinding against his belly, even through the underwear. It was as if all the blood in the bat's body detoured for his cock, after that. The surprise and hesitation faded away, as Ichitro wrapped his arms around the large wolf's chest and back, and just felt the father grind his cock into him while both he and Jarvis wrestled hungrily in each other's mouths. A low rumble eminated from Jarvis's throat, as he undid the button finally to Ichitro's pants and he started to try to pull them down off the bat with his free hand. Ichitro could feel his trousers and underwear fall to the floor, around his ankles, the only vague semblance of clothing at this point besides Jarvis's underwear, already making a wet spot on the material, which was seeping through into Ichitro's bellyfur. Ichitro's cock throbbed hotly against Jarvis, with the two essentially just frotting through underwear.

After a few minutes of that, Jarvis finally shifted his weight and got to his feet. The circular wet stain of precum coated a lot of his underwear's front. "C'mon, let's take this upstairs. More room than on the couch for what I'm gonna do to ya. We'll skip dinner til later."

Ichitro started to stand up, still bouncing back a bit from the passion of a very aroused father. "Yeah, sure. Hospitality, right?" This was definitely his kind of hospitality.

The thumps of their footfalls marked their way upstairs. The hallway split off into two directions, one straight back, one in a fork to the right. Jarvis led the bat down the wood-paneled hallway to the right, to the door near the back. Just walking through the house reminded Ichitro that Weylen had to be there, somewhere, but he didn't see any sign of the student as he headed into Jarvis's room.

The father's bedroom had a rustic wooden bed, and it looked to be king-sized, right along the center of the right wall. There was a nice window which would let light in above the headboard, though the curtains were closed at the moment. On the far side of the room was a fully stocked liquor cabinet, with rows of bottles and a serving ledge. It had dressers, a hamper, and a small bathroom at the rear left of the room. All in all, a nice room. Jarvis waited by the door until Ichitro passed him before he shut and locked the door. Even the keyhole was one of those really rustic ones, meant for a big key, and big enough to even let a bit of light in from the hall.

"You want a drink?" Jarvis asked, wandering over to the bar to grab a bottle of bourbon. After retirieving it, Jarvis was the first to settle on the front of the bed, taking a seat at its edge.

"I could go for one," he admitted.

Jarvis chuckled, and pulled his underwear down with a free hand so that it fell to the foot of the bed. Much as the bulge in his underwear suggested, the daddy wolf was thick. His cock seemed a bit redder than Weylen's, and definitely a bit longer too. "I got one for ya. Getting it through the straw's the tough part, but it's nice'n warm... and there's usually lots of it." He reached his hand down to start stroking his cock. "Kneel."

Ichitro was usually the one driving the situation, but he was hard as a rock, and he wanted that dick. How much was because of Jarvis and how much because of Weylen, it was hard to say, but it wasn't worth diverting the blood to his brain. With the large wolf's feet planted on the floor, his legs spread, Ichitro had no problem kneeling between them. As he leaned forward to take the cock into his mouth, Jarvis's hand, which had been wrapped around his cock, let go and waited for Ichitro's mouth to slide on, the bat's tongue basting the bottom of the cock. Ichitro slid as far down to the thick base as he could, which included the knot as the wolf was fully out. Jarvis's knot was much more prominent than Weylen's.

Ichitro could feel as Jarvis wrapped his large hand around the back of the bat's head, gripping for a second, before be started thrusting. Not gently, either; Jarvis bucked into Ichitro's mouth much as he would any other hole, a factor which surprised the bat, and for a second, he felt his throat gag on the head of the thick length. Ichitro resisted, and tried pulling away, but Jarvis pushed right back and wouldn't give the bat much room to maneuver around. Sex with Jarvis was very much sex his way.

Jarvis gripped his feet into the carpet of the room as he picked up his thrusting speed just a little bit, drawing out a few inches before bucking back in. "You just stay niiiice and thirsty, coach. I'm gonna mix up a nice milkshake for ya... a nice, thick milkshake." Ichitro gripped the sheets of the bed and could only look up as Jarvis was very much driving the sexual activity right now. The wolf's thickness pumped into his mouth, so much that the knot kept bumping at the edge of Ichitro's maw. All he could think about was how Weylen's dad was fucking his face, and he had no choice but to take it.

He wanted to, though. Ichitro's cock pumped against the bed, leaking pre, as he tried to keep his mouth set to stroke Jarvis as he used the bat for relief. The wolf's grip tightened, and Ichitro could tell from Jarvis's grunting that he was really into this. "I got a drink for ya." While he continued to fuck into Ichitro, he undid the bottle of bourbon and started taking a long swig.

The bat resisted the urge to stroke himself furiously, tempted, but knowing that he'd spill himself if he started to. Instead, he kept to a slow stroke, precum already pooling atop the head of his cock and starting to drizzle down. Jarvis's grunts became deeper, gruffer, and he shuddered for a second. "Damn... oh fuck, here it comes, get ready to drink... yeaahhh...."

The warning was almost required. Once his hit, Jarvis started shooting warm, thick currents of semen, and swallowing was not optional, not at the volume and thickness that was coming out. Looking up, he could only see the intense eyes of Jarvis while the grip tightened on Ichitro's head. He started swallowing, and he could feel both the paths of jizz pushing down his throat along with newer ones, still pretty strong, lining his tongue and telling him he'd better swallow again. Jarvis kept fucking, his cock sliding out some before punching back in. His form was exact enough, likely from experience, that it wasn't uncomfortable so much as jarring. He had control.

"Drink it, bat, yeaaaah. All of it." The flow of Jarvis's ejaculation slowed, but his thrusting didn't. Not until it had tapered off. After that, he let go and pulled out of Ichitro's mouth. "How was that?" he asked with a grin to the teacher.

Ichitro licked a bit of jizz that had gotten onto the side of his muzzle. "I'd say you know how to tend to your guests." He started to stand up, but Jarvis gripped his shoulder as he did. The wolf took another swig of bourbon before settle the bottle down on the side of the bed.

"I'm all for sharing wolf hospitality," Jarvis offered. "Thing is once I get in the mood, I don't like goin' soft... in any form." He hopped off the bed, to the side of Ichitro, and before the bat was even aware what he was up go, he felt a forceful push. Jarvis had some upper body strength to him, and Ichitro wasn't even steeled to resist. He landed belly first on the bed, bent over the front of it, and much like with the couch earlier, he could feel Jarvis's powerful frame press against him, only this time, from behind. Ichitro had some strength to him, but the bat knew, even if he did resist, he wasn't going anywhere.

The bat could already feel the pre from his cock staining the bed as Jarvis held him in place, all while lifting up his lower body just a little bit to line up. Ichitro wasn't about to spoil the moment by admitting how turned on he was by all of this. He loved how the wolf was taking charge of him.

"So you're gonna keep me hard 'til my next load is ready." Ichitro could feel the tip of the wolf's cock pressing against his opening. The bat's saliva and the semen helped lubricate it somewhat, but he'd not had much opportunity to stretch. Ichitro was glad he usually took care of that, himself.

Ichitro grinned, though he was sure Jarvis couldn't see it from his angle. "What kinda guest would I be if I didn't?" He felt Jarvis's warm breath, now smelling of bourbon, on the back of his neck. It stung just a little as the wolf pushed forward with his cock, maneuvering it in with enough force to refuse to be denied, but not so roughshod that it became cruelly unpleasant. The bat could feel the opening to his ass plied open, as Jarvis slowly, but insistently pushed into him. The hot length of basted cock pushed in, its fleshy presence telling the bat where it was going as Jarvis continued to slowly stuff it in. By now it wasn't so much uncomfortable as just a little invasive in feelings, and Ichitro worked to get himself over that as the bourbon-breathed wolf slid deeper. Covered in body by Weylen's dad, he felt Jarvis not exactly hilt, because he was a wolf, but he stopped right at the base of where he knot began, as the thicker girth of it prevented a pleasant entry, right now. Jarvis didn't seem like he was going to force it.

"Oh, don't sweat it," the wolf mock assured. "I won't just jam it in, that's no fun." Ichitro grunted in response, one of mixed pleasure and just a touch of uncertainty. Jarvis leaned down toward Ichitro's right ear, getting really close. "But it's goin' in," he remarked with a nip that engulfed the top half of the bat's ear. He let out that same kind of low rumble he'd caught before, not quite a growl, but definitely something from within the wolf's throat. "And there's not a thing you could do to stop it."

Taking Ichitro's ear into his mouth, the wolf remained right atop Ichitro, but he began pumping his hips. As Jarvis thrust, the thickness of his knot was a reminder, every pump, that it was waiting, as Ichitro could feel the wolf's thick length pounded into him. It would've threatened to buck him right up the bed if Jarvis's weight wasn't bearing down so it didn't happen.

Jarvis's dick really started to push against that sweet spot Ichitro had, the head of the wolf's thick cock prodding and jabbing into his prostate, deep into his cavity. Ichitro may have been held down, but he couldn't help moaning, and it was clear enough that Jarvis was hitting him just right. It became almost a pulsating moan, interrupted by each jab into his prostate.

Jarvis picked up on it, too. "That's what I thought. You wanted this, bat, I knew it at the bar. Take it... that's right, take it all." He gently bit down on the back of the bat's neck for a second. "I'm knottin' you. Gonna fuckin' tie to you and then we still ain't done...."

Ichitro tried to relax his sphincter in response, but really, all he could focus on was the insistent pounding of the wolf against his prostate. This was the best fuck he'd had in quite a while, and it almost felt like he didn't have control of his body, just awash in a massive tingle of pleasure. He wasn't sure how long it was that Jarvis fucked him like that. It wasn't a short time. Ichitro knew, at some point in the middle, he could feel the overwhelming sensation where he'd made a puddle of jizz on the bed beneath him, but he was so far into being fucked senseless that it was just another pulse in the long blur.

He did get the sense when Jarvis started pushing harder, as there was still a slight sting, before he could tell, Jarvis pushed in strongly enough that that knot couldn't be kept out. It popped in, and Ichitro could even feel the almost necessary close afterwards, locking it in. Jarvis had locked himself into the bat's body, and that's when he could really feel the energetic grinding. Jarvis had much less room to maneuver now, but he was pressed right against Ichitro's back, panting and breathing heavily as he gyrated his cock in force to continue fucking. His hands and feet both curled in almost involuntary delight, as if to grasp onto the ride that he couldn't get away from, anyway.

Jarvis wasn't quiet anymore, either. "FUCK YEAAAAAAH... I'm all inside ya, can't get away now, can ya?" As if Ichitro had tried to escape. "YOU WANT MORE OF ME? Want me to fill ya up?"

Ichitro lifted his head up, for what he was able. It started out muffled, but became more coherent as he went. "Mmmheamyeahhh. Pump me full.... gimme... wanit, yeeeeah." His eyes were half-lidded, and he was nearly delirious with how good it felt.

Jarvis gripped both of Ichitro's shoulders tightly, and Ichitro could feel it as Jarvis started pulsing his second ejaculation, the warm, wet presence adding to the volume inside him, wolf semen pooling, filling, while the higher angle of his rear could feel the release of new launches of jizz.

"Ohhhh fuck, yeah," Jarvis remarked, still in the midst of his orgasm, feeling himself fill Ichitro. He was still pushing his hips, almost as if hoping to pump even more out. "Firefighter's load, yeeeeah...."

Jarvis's grinding started to slow, finally, until he almost seemed to collapse on Ichitro, his weight bearing down more now that he'd stopped moving. The two were still locked together. The two remained there, panting, trying to catch their breath, all while the high of great sex evaporated from around them as time started to move forward.

"That was the most intense sex I've had in a while," Ichitro admitted. Jarvis pulled back a bit, finding himself still locked in. "Nah," Ichitro cautioned. "Leave it in. Keep it in for a minute."

Jarvis chuckled deeply, his aggression also seeming to evaporate now that the sex was past. "I could fuckin' tell ya liked that."

"Liked that?" Ichitro said with a weak scoff. "If you can bottle and sell that demand would never run out."

They remained intertwined for another few minutes, before Jarvis leaned in. "I'm gonna pull out." He could feel it as Jarvis got off him and adjusted his weight before pulling back. The vacuum of open space after Jarvis removed himself was palpable in an entirely different way.

Ichitro rolled over, noticing Jarvis' smartphone on the dresser not far from the bed. "I'm gonna check my e-mail and let my assistant know I'm not meetin' him for breakfast tomorrow."

"That mean what I think it means?" Jarvis asked, amused, as he stepped down off the bed to find his bourbon and place it back across the room.

"Hey," Ichitro muttered, as he started to punch a website into the digital phone, "after that, long as you'd be okay with a little more, I don't see a need to rush off."

Jarvis chuckled, and apparently had decided to head for the door. "We should get some food." He pulled the door open, and heard a gasp and a slight thud from the other side as he did so.

Ichitro only had time to glance over before he caught what had happened. Weylen had apparently been outside the door. Startled by his father's sudden presence, he couldn't even get out of the way covertly, and the light from the bedroom was shining on the teenage wolf, eyes wide with the shock of being discovered. He looked like he wanted to say something, but no words came out of the small lupine, only a foot away from his father.

Jarvis looked particularly cross by the discovery, eyebrows arched, and he folded his arms across his barrel chest. Even now, Jarvis was still pretty hard; the wolf had remarkable stamina. "Well, you seem to be having all kinds of problems following my instructions lately."

Suddenly that message to his assistant coach seemed a lot less important.