As the Turbokat gracefully landed back inside of the hanger the two kats inside of the cockpit breathed a weary sigh of relief; to say the least, it had been one hell of a day today, what with two bank robberies taking place nearly back to back, only to be followed up by some weird mutated plant monster rising up from beneath the grass within the city park and literally devouring the citizens of MegaKat City one after another. While the former happenings were easy enough to contend with, compliments of T-Bone going down onto the street via the Cyclotron and beating the ever loving sense back into the criminals in question before leaving them for the Enforces to come and pick up, the latter was more much difficult to deal with, thanks in part to the regenerative properties of the living piece of vegetation. Luckily enough for them, a couple of well placed match head missiles were able to take out the creature, though sadly not before the devoured kats were digested.

Both T-Bone and Razor regretted not being able to help their fellow kats, but there was nothing that they could do for them, save say a few words of prayer that they found peace in the afterlife, such was the burden on living in MegaKat City. It also didn't help that even after the plant creature was defeated both Swat Kats found themselves succumbing to a slight bout of dread, as they both felt a sneaking suspicion that the monster in question had more than likely been a portent to the mad Dr. Viper reappearing once again. Just the thought of having to deal with the crazy snake-cat scientist made both T-Bone and Razor groan. The last time they had tangled with the good doctor T-Bone had been turned into a horribly mutated monster, the likes of which left Razor angrily having to restrain his partner with a metallic claw. 

Razor ground his teeth together at the memory; if there was one thing that he hated more than having to clean up after the messy kat, it was someone messing with T-Bone, both emotionally and especially physically. 

Thankfully Dr. Viper hadn't shown his presence after Razor had vaporized the mutated plant, but it was easy enough to tell that both kats were on edge, as once the Turbo Jet settled into place within the hanger both T-Bone and Razor took a moment before hopping out of their respective seats. Subtle tremors raced through the two felines as they let the possibilities of the future play out through their minds for a couple of minutes. Both then turned to look at each other from where they were seated, with T-Bone looking at Razor after tilting his head ever so slightly to the left, while the other kat tipped his helmeted face up from the command console he was settled in front of him to stare back at his partner. 

Nothing was said between the two vigilantes, instead they let the silence of the room cover them in a warm blanket of comfort and security. 

They were home now. 

Everything would be alright. 

Both of them had made it back alive. 

There was no reason to worry. 

They were safe. 

Everything was good.

These words played out like a mantra in both T-Bone and Razor's mind for nearly a minute before both men unbuckled themselves from their seats. When T-Bone popped the top of the Turbokat open the larger of the two kats jumped out from his slightly worn seat onto the hard concrete beneath them, Razor spent several seconds watching the larger feline go about his way towards the only door leading out of the area before he too hopped out from his seat. 

"Fun day out wasn't it, buddy?" T-Bone asked with a chuckle, though it was clear to Razor that his partner was still trying to come down from both the adrenaline high he had experienced and the lingering sense of dread which was trying to no doubt eat away at his gut.

"Yep." Razor chirped while nodding his head ever so slightly. "Though we should probably get some extra training in tomorrow, because I have a feeling that were going to need it for whenever snakeface makes his grand reappearance." 

"Yeah." T-Bone nodded in return, a silent thanks for helping him to come to terms with a fact that he had been trying to shove down into the back of his head. 

One good and bad thing about working with someone for so long was the fact that you eventually came to know them all too well; the subtle signs of anger and frustration were very easy to see in T-Bone, what with the subtle twitches in the opposing kat's tail highlighting his anxiety, while the slight hitch in his breathing spoke volumes about how the larger feline truly felt regarding their upcoming battle. T-Bone would never in a million years admit it, but he was starting to feel all of the years of stress piling down on his shoulders, which made sense, seeing as they had been working as vigilantes for damn near a decade. That was longer than most Enforcers lasted on the job, save the rare lucky ass furballs like Commander Feral and his niece. Most ended up either dying on the job or retiring before they could get the silver winged badge which signified their years of service to the city, something that both T-Bone and Razor knew all too well, as they had just been to an old buddy's funeral not too long ago. 

While Commander Feral might have still been pissed at them for damaging Enforcer Headquarters - they still had another five years to pay off what they owed before they would be released from the debt which had been piled onto their bank accounts - the older kat wasn't so cruel as to deny them their right to say goodbye to the few crewmen who they were still in contact with. However, this was a double-edged sword in a way, because as they said goodbye to more and more of their former coworkers it became harder for the two kats to continue justifying doing this gig. 

Sure, back when they had just been in their twinkling twenties it had been fun to both return to fighting against evil and sticking it to Commander Feral from behind their masks, but now as the pair stared down the barrel of their thirties...they felt the years of active duty in all the wrong places. Neither would be the first to admit their frailties though, as by doing so they would immediately set off the damn of fear and uncertainty which was being held back by relying on the other's silent acceptance of their getting up everyday and listening for the next call to action. However, they were starting to slow down in ways that were becoming life threatening, their decade worth of healed injuries letting them know that they were not exactly spry kats that they used to be. 

Though with that said, Razor wasn't so incognizant of their state of uneasiness that he didn't think that the two of them didn't need some kind of stress relief to help them recover from their  exertion. He waited to let this fact be known though, if only because the idea he had in mind was one that needed a proper setup. His long, brown tail lashed across his rump as the smaller kat prepared himself to strike once he and the larger feline stepped into the adjoining locker room. The heady scent of unwashed fur filled Razor's nose as he watched his larger partner head over to his personal locker and then open it. Razor's tongue pushed out from his mouth, wetting his bottom lip as he looked across the fine figure of T-Bone's much more muscular frame in both hunger and need, his masked eyed locked onto the other kat's plump booty as predatory eagerness filled his gut with excitement for what was to come. 

It took every drop of willpower within the smaller kat's mind not to reach down and fish his growing hardon out from his tight pants, but he managed well enough thanks to using a breathing trick he had mastered long ago. 

"Did you hear me, buddy?" T-Bone asked again, making Razon jump in place slightly.

"I'm sorry, what did you say?" The shorter feline inquired as he made his way over to his companion, careful not to brush into his low hanging tail.

"I said, do you want me to make dinner tonight, or do you want to go out for something?" T-Bone grunted, clearly frustrated that he had to speak these words once more.

Razor couldn't resist snickering openly at his partner, it was really cute to see him try and play off what he was really trying to say right then. 

"I think I want to eat in tonight." The smaller feline purred right before he moved one of his hands forward.

"What do you want to eat? I think we have some tuna in the cabinets, and there might be some leftover take out from two days ago that I think is still good?" T-Bone wasn't sure about that, given that it was cheap stuff that they got from that one foreign place downtown that just so happened to be within their budget. 

"I think I want to sink my teeth into something thicker tonight." Razor purred making T-Bone's ears flip up onto his head. 

"Like what?" The larger kat questioned right as he turned around to stare at his partner.

"A nice T-Bone." Razor finished right before one of his gloves paws snapped out and grabbed T-Bone along the butt. 

"Wha…?!" This was about as far as T-Bone got to making a rebuttal comment before his brain decided to break out the alarms. 

"You heard me, kitten." Razor growled, squeezing his partner's meaty ass as he did so. 

"Jake…" T-Bone panted right as his face began to grow hot with a flush. 

"Naughty, kitten," Jake chastised with a click of his tongue. "You know that you're not supposed to call me that while we're in uniform." 

"I...but you...and we…" It was nearly impossible for the other kat to course correct his thoughts at that moment as all the blood within his head was rushing south of the border, it also didn't help that his breaths were coming out in short, quick huffs as his heart began to beat wildly inside of his fluttering ears.

"We are home, and we are safe." Jake reassured his companion, staring deep into his eyes as he did so. "That means that you are mine to do with as I please, kitten." The level of authority within Jake's voice right then was strong enough to send tremors running throughout the larger feline's knees, as well as sharp hisses out from his tightening throat. "With that said, turn around." Jake ordered without a hint of jovialness within his voice.

T-Bone didn't think, he merely reacted at that point, swinging his heavier bulk around for his lover once the other's hand released its steel tight grip on his rear. Once his front was presented to the other kat, T-Bone could only shudder in place as he watched his lover look him up and down with a calculating expression set across his handsome face. The larger feline wanted to say something, but the words refused to leave his collapsed throat. When Jake reached out to unzip his jacket T-Bone blew out a few puffs of hot air that might have been a request or a plea or perhaps a prayer of submission, but it was almost impossible to tell. Jake merely smirked as he pulled down his lover's zipper and then spread it apart to reveal his muscular, tan furred torso.

Jake had always loved the fact that T-Bone was bigger than him, it gave him a sense of comfort and security to know that the quiet strength within the other kat's body was such that only a insurmountable force would penetrate the other if he ever stood between him and whatever object or adversary came near them. Jake was hesitant to try anything while they were in the academy together, because of course he was terrified of the dozens of other guys, many who bore the scars of their hard lives rather openly, and all of whom could have easily broken the unsure kat from the little backwater farmtown in half with the barest touch. However, Jake did test the waters, so to speak, after a year into their training together, first by asking Chance the obvious question, which he hadn't gotten a direct answer to. To this day Jake was sure that the other kat who would eventually become his partner had been unknowingly bisexual, all of his tail chasing at the academy proved this, and yet he never pressed the issue. Instead, Jake simply watched and learned how the larger tom behaved before moving forward with his plans.

After that it became a game of seeing just how far he could go with Chance; from accidentally dropping a bar of soap in the shower area after training and presenting the other with his experienced tailhole, to working over the other's body with the firm massages he would offer whenever the other had been on a eighteen hour shift, something every trainee in the Enforcers had to go through at some point in time, to finally outright curling up next to the other when the larger kat had been heavily injured while on duty. Chance never one spoke out against what he was doing, though at the same time he never openly accepted the soft touches that Jake would run across his back at night, but he also didn't remove the smaller kat's tail after it draped its way over his thigh. Instead, the older kat merely rolled around in his sleep and then muttered something too low for the younger feline to hear before drifting deeper into the arms of slumber. 

Getting lumped together at the junkyard had, in a strange twist of fate, allowed Jake to go even further with his probing, much to his endless delight. 

He had poked and prodded along the obvious edges of Chance's metaphorical barrier, punching holes through some of his more subtle hangups, like about the two of them being naked together at the shop during the weekends, while bending the more staunch lines, such as the two of them sharing a shower together in their very small and very tight little bathroom in order to save on water. And yet, what had finally broken down the wall between them was another apparent admission from Callie of how much she really didn't like Chance's flirting with her.

Jake had no idea why Callie was interested in him, it often baffled the brown kat that others could actually be emotionally attracted to a skinny little twig of a feline such as himself, but he was more than willing to use the opportunity she had presented him with to get Chance right where he wanted him, which was incidentally rolling around under the covers of their shared bed. Their first time together had been everything Jake imagined; hot, passionate, and a touch furious as Chance released all of the pent up sexual frustrations boiling over inside of his head from being rejected by such a fine female as Calico Briggs. The aftermath had left the larger male apologizing profusely come morning, as the marks he had left beneath Jake's fur from where his fangs had dug deep into the smaller tom's body were quite obvious to see, given the patches of ripped fur and bite marks which lingered onto his throat. 

Chance had all but been ready to bury his newfound sexual release under a heavy boulder of shame and guilt had Jake not responded by reaching out and turning the other's head towards him and then stealing his breath and thoughts away with a remarkably professional kiss. 

They had talked after that, and surprising no one at the time, Chance was a complete virgin in the area of male-on-male love. Jake proved to be an enthusiastic teacher, working the other feline over to the point where the larger kat would be left panting and shivering in desperate need - like he was now - before giving him the signal to pounce and claim that which was his and his alone. Jake was a bit ashamed to admit that he had frequented more than one bar in the past in order to relieve the pressures within his mind and body, both during their Enforcer days and afterwards, but he always justified it by reasoning that he wasn't doing anything wrong by going out and lifting his tail for some random tom that wanted to bust a nut inside of his hungry ass since he and Chance were not a couple. The annoyed looks Chance would give him following his nightly trysts, which were quite clear for him to smell since Jake never washed up after him came home, too high on the feelings of elation and relief following having his hole turned inside out, was something the two never spoke about, though Jake had told the larger kat that if he had a problem with what he was doing he'd stop, but only if a better option presented itself.  

So it was a true shock to Chance when Jake suddenly found himself having no need to go out during the weekends after their first tumble together; the other male really didn't think that the smaller feline had been serious about what he said, a testament to the quality of girlfriends he had in the past no doubt, but Jake didn't dwell on those. 

"Jake…Razor...I…" T-bone swallowed thickly once his lover moved up to him and began to nuzzle the hollow of his throat. 

"Yes?" The smaller feline chuckled after he ran his tongue across the sweat rich tan fur. "Is there something you want, babe?" Of course Jake knew what his boyfriend wanted, the obviousness of his desire was both clear to see, feel, and smell as he reached down to unzip the bottom of T-Bone's jumpsuit.

The heady musk rising up from off of the larger tom's body was so damned delicious, Jake had always loved burying his nose within Chance's fur and breathing in his rich scent, yet it seemed to become so much more potent once the two of them solidified themselves as boyfriends. Perhaps it was all in the smaller kat's head, but he didn't think so, especially when he buried his face in the crux of Chance's legs or underneath his tail and then sniffed as hard as he lungs would allow. There was a potency to the larger feline's body that always seemed to dizzy him, and while he was not ashamed to admit this while they were together in bed, though he was slightly bashed to admit that his tailhole would slightly clench and then become moist whenever Chance became hot with arousal. The fact that it saved him having to go out and purchase lube made it all worth it in Jake's mind, or at least that's what he kept trying to tell himself. 

"I want...you…" The larger feline huffed before growling low within his throat. 

Jake chuckled almost evilly when he heard the predatory rumble creep out from T-Bone's throat. Even after all this time together it still took the other by surprise how quickly the metaphorical switch could be flipped within his partner's mind with just the right amount of strokes and teasing whispers, so much so that the blustering panicked reaction he had seen of the larger tom earlier on could actually be thought of as a barrier working to hold back the ravenous beast that lurked behind the larger kat's eyes. 

"How do you want me exactly, kitten?" Jake inquired as he leaned up onto the balls of his naked feet to kiss T-Bone on the lips. The purrs which the other male released were chased by T-Bone wagging his thick tail behind his back hard enough to make a small breeze kick into existence. "You know the rules, so you have to be clear on things." Jake hadn't been surprised when Chance had told him that they would only tussle on the bed once 'certain things' were clear between them, the larger feline being terrified of accidentally hurting the smaller male once again.

"I want you...on your back…" T-Bone growled, snaking his arms around Jake's slimmer frame and then hugging him tightly into his t-shirt covered chest. "In our bed. Legs raised and mewling for me." Shivers raced throughout the larger tom's body as passion ate away at his fear and anxiety, making it so that T-Bone slowly took control over the situation blossoming in between them.

"Heheh, then why are we still in here?" Jake asked rather cheekily.

"Uniforms…" Jake groaned at the bitten off word as he reached in to fish out T-Bone's manhood. 

"You know, we can keep them on, babe. It's not like anyone's around to complain." Jake pecked his boyfriend on the lips once again. "Besides, maybe it'd be fun to roleplay as 'naughty citizen performing his civic duty for the hero of MegaKat City." Jake was not exactly opposed to a little performance between the two of them, he even had a few toys he had purchased online for such an occasion, however, he really hadn't figured out a way to work in such a request.

"In that case…" T-Bone grunted as he lifted the smaller male up off of his feet and into his arms. Jake didn't think, he merely reacted, latching his arms together around T-Bone's neck while curling his legs together into his chest. "I think I'd like to get this on with, citizen." 

The last thing that was heard from either of them was Jake's thunderous laughter as T-Bone flipped around and then hauled tail out of the locker room.