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"Wolf Pack"Written By: Emerald Pillow Pairings: 1x2x1, 3x4 Warnings: Yaoi, lemon, humor, angst um...I think
that's all...OH YEAH! *slaps her forehead* Totally AU, and language
(Duo can never swear enough) Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing, but you can
try to sue me, but all you'll get is a cat with a half mask like Trowa
(But, her name is Duo...) Comments: The idea of the bar thing and what the
bartenders do came from the movie Coyote Ugly, but with a little twist.
Everything else is original (I hope). Um, the only G-boys name used
in the story is Quatre's the rest have other names to go with the
story. Dingo is Duo, Coyote is Heero, Hyena is Wu Fei, Jackel is Trowa.
All the guys are pretty much in character, so you should be able to
tell them apart. Hope you enjoy it! ^-^ Rating: NC 17
Part 8 Staring deeply into violet, Coyote pushed the long auburn
hair behind Dingo's ear. The last thing either of them wanted was
the taste of hair as their lips locked. Dingo settled himself on Coyote's
hard stomach. He couldn't understand why his Japanese lover, like
Jackal, had a fetish for water beds. Call him crazy, but Dingo liked
the ideal of having something solid under him. And since Coyote was
the only thing that didn't wiggle under the slightest of movements,
there was really no other choice. Coyote didn't mind in the least
though. He saw it as being more in control. If he decided he wanted
to take over, one swift movement would be all it took. Coyote's tongue broke through the protecting lips and
began to rape the oral cavity beyond. Placing a strong hand on Dingo's
neck, he pulled the American's face closer to his own. His tongue
slid further with the intentions of molesting every inch of the other
mouth. Before the evil deeds could be carried out, Dingo launched
a defense attack. The two tongues sparred fiercely. Though his efforts
were valiant, they were weaker than the villain. Dingo tried to pull
away, but Coyote restrained him. He knew he wasn't hurting his lover.
It's just that Dingo was trying to pull away because he was losing.
Desperate to distract the onslaught, Dingo slid further
down Coyote's body. Hopefully the manhood under him was erect. Unfortunately
it was just aroused, but not enough to use as a distraction. Next
his hand ran up the bare chest below to the nipples. Though he taunted,
teased, and even pinched, Coyote seemed unaffected. It was futile,
his body was an impenetrable fortress. Presently, Coyote had his tongue
surpressed and was gently rubbing it with his own, to prove victory.
Suddenly an ideal emerged. It was one in a million chance, and Dingo
had never done it before, but the thought of Coyote's reaction was
just too much to discourage him. Without warning, Dingo opened his
mouth as wide as he could. The action obviously took Coyote by surprise
as Dingo managed to remove the restraining hand. Without thinking,
he freed his tongue and shoved it as far into the Japanese's mouth
as he could. While there, he gave Coyote a taste of his own medicine.
Determined to defend his homeland, Coyote's tongue returned
to it's origin. Before the colbat eye lover could began to defend,
Dingo pressed their lips together with bruising force, and continued
the assault more harshly. As he expected, he felt the bulge under
him increase just enough. He began to rock himself against the harden
shaft. This caused Coyote to moan in pleasure. It was the moment Dingo
was waiting for as he lightly pinned both of Coyote's wrists to the
bed over his head. In an instant, he pulled a pair of handcuffs from
under the pillow next to them and cuff Coyote to the head board. Colbat
eyes flew open in surprise, and Dingo took that as a warning to back
off. He pulled from the now restrained stripper and sat on the wooden
bed frame at the foot of the bed. He watched as Coyote wildly pulled and yanked against
the restraints with unbelievable strength. The entire bed began to
shake as the headboard was beat against the wall. Dingo's smile widen
as he watched the muscles in Coyote's arm flex with each attempt of
escape. Dingo knew his partner love and hated to be confined. The
growing hump in his tight fitting jeans was more than enough evidence.
After another five minutes of trying to break free, Coyote stopped
to catch his breath. "If you don't want these broken, remove them now."
Dingo laughed and crawled on his hands and knees to Coyote. "You're not going to break them." Dingo answered
as he slowly crept over Coyote's legs, his hair lightly fell in his
face making him even more seductive. "I can grantee that."
He stopped long enough to kiss Coyote's erection through the denim
material. "Assumptions lead to mistakes." Coyote warned.
Dingo continued to slowly kiss along his stomach and chest as he spoke.
"Oh, you won't. I had them special made. One hundred
percent pure Gundiam Alloy. Laced with Kryptonite, just to make sure."
His grin widen as he nursed one of the rock hard stubs. "I had
them padded with satin so that you don't hurt yourself trying to escape.
And instead of a key, they're voice activated. So they won't let go
until I tell them to. Don't even bother trying to slip out of them.
I already tried, and you know how easy I can slip out of cuffs."
The struggle continued. "Try as you might. The only thing you
will succeed in is breaking your bed." His lips were now hovering
over the prisoner. "Wouldn't you hate for a jagged piece of wood
to break your water bed and flood your room?" Before a answer
could be uttered, Dingo seized his lips in a forceful kiss. He had
tried many times in the past to get Coyote in this position. All attempts
had failed. More often than not, his plans were spoiled before hand,
and he would end up as the oppressed. When he had managed a couple
of times to cuff, Coyote broke them before the real fun began. Now
that he had finally succeed, he was going to enjoy every second of
it. Though his mouth was telling Dingo that he surrendered,
his hands continued to retaliate. Growing bored with just kissing,
Dingo pulled away and climbed off the bed. Picking up his back pack,
he walked over to Coyote's stereo system. Coyote watched helplessly
as Dingo rummaged through the bag, pulling out a variety of items.
Some magazines, clothes, leather straps, a blind fold, a dildo, a
can of whip cream, a jar of cherries, an unopened condom. Dingo stopped
and stared at the condom, wondering where it had come from. Shrugging,
he tossed it behind him and continued to search until he found what
he wanted. He pulled his CD holder from the bag. "Don't you dare Dingo." Coyote warned as he
began tugging more fiercely. Dingo only glanced back at him and grinned,
enjoying the fact that he suddenly became the bad guy. "I don't think you're in any position to stop me."
Ignoring the warning, he began to remove Coyote's CDs and replaced
them with his own. He knew that he and Coyote didn't like the same
music. He also knew that anyone who removed CDs from this stereo had
a death wish. Once the first five CDs consisted of Dingo's favorites,
he pushed the play button and returned to the bed. The first song to blare from the speakers was the only
one that made Coyote literally cringe. 'OOPS I did it Again' by a
once beautiful girl named Brittany Spears. Grinning victoriously,
Dingo stood on the wooden bed frame. Using the low ceiling to support
him, he quickly gained his balance. He then began performing an ancient
dance that was called 'The Monkey.' "Don't you like my dancing?" Coyote began
yanking at the restraints, causing the bed to shake and Dingo nearly
loosing his balance. Thank goodness for low ceilings. "Are you
mad?" Coyote only glared at him. "Well I guess I'll just
have to make it up to you." He pushed his hair back and hopped
off the bed frame. "Uncuff me now Dingo!" Coyote demanded, but
was ignored, and stripped of his jeans. "You know, you should really start wearing underwear.
You're jeans are always so tight. What if they split? Then you would
be giving everyone a free show. Not that they would mind or anything."
As he talked, he tenderly ran his index finger along the exposed shaft.
"Well hello there. I hardly ever see you any more. I think that's
because you're normally shoved up my ass." He stood up and walked
to the pile of things he pulled from his bag. He quickly picked up
the jar of cherries and whip cream. Humming and dancing along with
the song, he sat back on the bed frame. "What are you doing?" Coyote asked as he watched
the American shake the can. "Making a banana split." Dingo answered as
if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Don't put that shit on me." Once again the
warning was ignored as Dingo popped the top and began applying the
fluffy cream. Once the rock hard sex was no longer visible, the can
was tossed to the floor. Dingo then picked up the jar of cherries
and searched for the biggest of the bunch. Once satisfied with the
size, he placed it on top. He then turned to face Coyote. "You
are one fucked up person." "I know, but that's why you love me." The
cherry was readjusted and then forgotten. "I think, we'll just
leave that for now." Dingo announced as he slid over to the night
stand sitting by the bed. He opened the drawer and pulled out a tube.
"Damn, don't you keep up on these things?" Dingo scolded
as he held the tube for him to see. It had been robbed of it's contents.
"All well. Guess I can use the whip cream." He reached for
the can and shook it a little. He inwardly chuckled as he looked into
the colbat eyes of his lover. "It's your own fault. You should
know when we're out. Now you get whip cream up your ass." "Do you think I'm going to make this easy for you?"
Coyote asked as Dingo slid further onto the bed near his entryway.
"If you don't make it easy for me, I won't make
it easy for you anymore. It's not fair that I don't ever get to have
any fun with you." Dingo pouted. "Besides, I was crafty
and brave enough to actually cuff you. The least you can do is let
me have my fun. It's not an everyday thing after all." The smile
faded and Coyote realized for the first time how much this mattered
to his partner. "Fine." He muttered and allowed Dingo to continue.
"Who knows, you might like this so much, you'll
let me do it again." ". . .hn. . ." Dingo laughed. "You didn't try to stop me when I was doing that."
He looked toward Coyote's groin. "You liked it. Why not admit
it?" With that he slid one whip creamed filled finger into Coyote.
As he commenced with the preparation process, he began slowly licking
the banana split he had made earlier. As if it was really ice cream, Dingo slowly licked away
the whip cream. Each lick was from base to almost the tip. By the
time he finished the only thing that remained was the cheery on top.
Without hesitating, he devoured the cherry and admitted Coyote's entire
length into his mouth. Coyote watched as the American's head bobbed
over him. All the while, he concentrated on the warmth and made silent
plans of revenge. Between the massaging fingers and sharp sucking,
Coyote's seed was easily surrendered, which Dingo drank fully. After
licking away all evidence, he removed his fingers and positioned himself
between the parted legs. Dingo quickly discarded all his clothes and reached
for the can of whip cream. The acting lubricant was emptied into his
hand and rubbed onto his throbbing shaft. He pretended to become preoccupied
with rubbing himself and that he forgot that this was for Coyote's
enjoyment. He slowly opened his violet eyes to meet menacing colbat
ones. A grin surpassed his lips as he suddenly remembered the task
at hand. Tossing the can behind him, he entered the Japanese haven.
"Holy shit." Dingo gasped. He had never penetrated
Coyote before, so he expected him to be tight. But not this tight.
Just enlisting was enough to make him almost cum. If he would have
known before hand that it was going to be like this, he wouldn't have
went through all the trouble. At this rate, he was going to release
before he could even get started. He looked up at Coyote, a evil smirk
was evident. It took Dingo a moment to realize what was truly happening.
"You asshole! Stop cheating!" ". . .hn. . ." Coyote mused as he tighten
himself around the invading length. Dingo moaned softly as he glared
at his partner. "If you don't quit, I'll get that fucking dildo
and work you loose!" Tears burned the back of his eyes. He couldn't
believe how unfair he was being treated. Here it was his time of glory,
he had finally caught a coyote in the perfect cage, and the bastard
has to try to chew through the bars. After seeing his lover near tears,Coyote
relaxed. He waited for Dingo to continue, but he didn't. In fact he
was starting to pull away. Before he could, Coyote wrapped his legs
around him. "Come on Dingo. I'll be good." Dingo remained
silent as Coyote pushed himself against the manhood. Even though it
didn't show, Dingo was taking the entire situation seriously. Guilt
overwhelmed the prisoner as he realized it too late. He didn't mean
to hurt his captor like this, but he was going to make up for it.
"Here's your chance. Show me what you can do. Who knows, I might
like it." Dingo didn't respond. "Fuck me! Fuck me now! I
need it! I need you Dingo!" He had never resorted to begging
before, but then again he never hurt the American like this before
either. "Fuck me like you've never fucked anyone before! Make
me your bitch!" A smile perched the frowning lips at the last remark.
Dingo knew that the begging was fake, but it warmed his heart to know
that Coyote would at least try for him. It was enough for him to continue.
Relief overwhelmed Coyote as a familiar smile of mischief illuminated
the once depressed and deprived face. Dingo made sure his thrusts were as slow as possible,
knowing that Coyote hated some things to be slow. Sex was one of them.
Coyote squirmed a little and started pushing himself against Dingo
in hopes of speeding up the process. After a while, he conformed and
quicken his pace. The faster he rammed into Coyote, the harder the
once limp manhood became, for Dingo was grilling the weak spot. Finally
the American's seed was released, and he collapsed onto his partner.
He rested a moment, then looked into the deep colbat eyes. "I guess you wanna release now." Dingo suggested, referring to the erection trapped between them. Suddenly his violet eyes widen in surprise as the handcuffs made a whirling sound. "Wait, I didn't mean that." Too late. The next thing he knew, he was laying face
down on the mattress, Coyote manned his usual spot behind him. "Voice
activated. What was I thinking?" He didn't have time to ponder
it any further as Coyote's shaft entered him. The whip cream was gone and there was no other form
of lubrication, so Coyote entered the American dry. However, his shaft
was slick enough to diminish most of the pain. The Japanese dancer
knew his lover liked to mix pleasure and pain any ways. Not a word
he spoke as he set to work. He pounded himself into his tormentor,
causing the latter to break into moans of pure bliss. Dingo made no
resistance or complaints as he felt his manhood began to harden again.
Once it was at it's max, Coyote reached around and began to roughly
pump. An ear piercing howl erupted from Dingo, half way through it,
Coyote joined in. A few moments later, a seed was released into a
working hand. Soon after, a swollen shaft bared the load onto another.
Both crashed on the bed, breathing heavily, but filled with ecstasy
Pushing the hair out of his way, he began to gently kiss Dingo's neck,
shoulders, and back. "Why did you release me after all that?" "No one makes love like you Coyote. I planned it
this way from the beginning. I wanted to make you mad so you would
fuck my brains out. I think they landed on the bed sheets. Who knew
brain cells were white?" Coyote laughed. "Only yours are." "Coyote?" ". . .hn?. ." "You believe there's a difference between making
love and having sex, don't you?" The kisses stopped as Coyote
stared at him. "What brought this up?" "It's just that Jackal doesn't believe it. And
since the two of you think so much alike, I was just wondering if
you felt the same way." Coyote pulled himself out of Dingo and
continued to stare at him. "Why were you talking to Jackal about something
like that?" Dingo rolled onto his back and looked up at his partner.
"It just sort of happened." Coyote studied
him a moment. "Dingo, please tell me you didn't talk Jackal into
going back to see him." Dingo averted his eyes to the bed sheets.
"Dingo!" "They deserve each other Coyote." "I told you that you shouldn't get involved. This
is his matter, not yours." "I'm only trying to help. I want Jackal to be happy
like me and you." "He's not going to be. If anything he's going to
be even more miserable." "How's that?" "Dingo do you ever think before you act?"
Coyote snapped as he headed toward the bathroom. Offended, Dingo bounced
off the bed and followed. "Quatre really likes him. I can tell by the way
he got this far away look when I talked to him. I think Jackal likes
him too. After all, he smiled at Blondie last night. You know how
often he smiles Coyote. I think they would make a cute couple."
He watched Coyote adjust the water for a shower. "I'm not saying that what you're thinking is wrong.
To be honest I agree. What I'm saying is that you shouldn't have gotten
involved. It would have probably been easier on Jackal if things were
left as they were last night." "How can you say that? Isn't Jackal supposed to
be your best friend?" "He is, and that's why I didn't want you to meddle.
Did it ever occur to you that they can never see each other again
after tonight?" "There's always next ladies night." "Which Billie isn't going to let him get away again. Wolf won't allow dating outside the pack. You know that as well as I do. Let's just say that Jackal is falling for this guy. How would you feel if you could never see me again?" Silence descend as Dingo bowed his head in shame. Coyote stepped over to him and gently cupped his chin. He brought Dingo's face up and looked into his eyes. "I know your intentions were good Dingo. I understand that you only wanted to help, but some things just aren't meant to be messed with. Sometimes you just have to leave well enough alone." He gently brushed the American's lips with his own. "Come on, we should get cleaned up. We have to leave in an hour." He coaxed the guilt ridden dancer toward the shower. ******* "No!" Quatre's cheeks gave way to a crimson
color. Jackal eyed him from across the table. "Well, maybe a
little." The Arab laughed slightly. "That's what I thought." Jackal commented.
"I feel like such a pervert." He was surprised how comfort he felt talking to Jackal like this. Usually he couldn't even say the word 'pervert' aloud, let alone
joke about it. "Don't feel like that, because you're not."
"You don't know me very well. I could just be."
Quatre teased. "Well, I guess I'll just have to get to know you
better." Quatre smiled and sipped on his cup of coffee. He watched
as Jackal reached into his pocket and produced a white envelope. He
laid it on the table and slid it toward Quatre. Curious, Quatre accepted
the envelope and opened it. "What's this?" "Seventeen hundred." "I know that, but why?" "Quatre, I don't want an argument. Just take it
back. Please." Confused sapphires turned to meet emerald. "Last
night was special for me. I know the money spent had nothing to do
with it. This will make it official." "Jackal, I don't think I should take this."
"Dingo told me what you did to get the money. I
don't want you to do without." "Won't it make you short though?" "I got more than I really need." Quatre stared
at the envelope a moment. "I feel so guilty." "If it makes you feel any better. . ." Jackal
started. "You can always give me a private show." Despite
himself, Quatre laughed and blushed deeply. "I might take you up on that suggestion."
Deep down he actually meant it. "That'll give me something to look forward to."
The conversation was interrupted by a beeping. It was more or less
a sound from a video game. Jackal unveiled a pager from his pocket.
"Something wrong?" Quatre asked softly. "I was supposed to be at the Pack an hour ago." Jackal stated a little too calmly as he replaced the beeper. "Quatre, I'm sorry." "It's okay. I understand." His eyes fell to
the table top, knowing that this would be the last time he would see
the bartender outside his dreams. Jackal tenderly ran his thumb across
Quatre's cheek, causing the smaller of the two to look up. "Can I see you tonight?" Jackal asked softly.
"But. . .I. . .I thought that. . ." "The deal was for two nights. No one ever said
we couldn't get together to discuss plans for the second night."
A smile submerged from Quatre as Jackal's beeper demanded attention
again. It was silenced and ignored. "After all, Sammare Wyroba
sounds like a pretty important person who happens to have a lot of
previous commitments that she can't cancel. Meet me in the football
field at four. If you're not there I'll understand. You probably have
classes tomorrow. We could always get together again and reschedule."
"I guess Dingo's not the only one who finds the
loop hole in rules." "Only when I feel it worthwhile." Jackal commented
as he stood and started to leave the coffee house, his pager sounding
again. Quatre jumped from his chair and ran after him. There was a
question that was nagging him since last night, and now seemed a good
time to ask. "Jackal, wait." Quatre jogged over to the
car before it could be started. He leaned a little into the open window.
"Last night, when you pulled me on the bar with you. Did you
say something to me?" Jackal studied him a moment. "What did you think I said?" Quatre hesitated
a little. Was he wrong? Did he really imagine it? Or was Jackal just
teasing him? How foolish would he be if he actually told him what
he thought was said? "Make me yours." "I'm glad you granted my wish little one." Jackal answered. He seemed to have wanted to say more, but the annoying video game effect convinced him not to. Quatre watched the car pull off and wondered if he should appear tonight. True he did have classes in the morning, but he could afford to miss one little day if he could spend the night with Jackal. However, if he went tonight, then it would definitely be the last time they could be together. If he stood Jackal up, then they could make another date and new plans. Then again, how long would they be able to keep up the charades Surely Wolf or someone will catch on to what they were doing. And who's to say what would happen then? What would happen to Jackal? ****** "Nice of you to decide to join us." Dingo
chirped as he set down the case of wine coolers he was carrying. He
was the first to notice the arrival. That said, the others stopped
and turned to look. "Where have you been?" Hyena asked more concerned
than angry. Jackal remained silent and began helping them unload the
delivery truck. He could feel Hyena watching his every movement. "Are
you okay?" He whispered so the others couldn't hear. "I'm fine." Was all the answer given. Hyena
didn't have a chance to continue probing for Steve had appeared. "Jackal, Wolf wants to see you." Jackal sat
down the case he was carrying and headed toward the bar. He easily
slid over it and entered the room behind. He had no ideal how he planned
to explain his tardiness, or any of his recent actions for that matter.
Wolf had already given him a lecture about staying focused. Part of
him hoped that he would be fired as he walked toward the partially
opened office door. He lightly knocked on the door with the knuckle
of his index finger. "Come on in Jackal and have a seat." A soft
clam voice called from behind the door. Jackal followed the order.
It was a fair size office. Nothing fancy, but enough to keep business
going. The walls were a pale blue. Pictures of famous people that
have known Wolf and have been to the bar claimed much of the walls
on either side. The wall opposite the door was filled with monitors.
Each connected to a strategic point of the building and parking lot.
Most of the camera's appeared fixed on the many angles
of the bar. It was no secret that Wolf often sat and watched his bartenders
to make sure everything ran smoothly. Or so it was believed. There
were a couple of file cabinets. Each had a safe built into them. Only
two people knew which one was real. Wolf and Jackal. Wolf's desk sat
in the middle of the room, behind it was a comfortably large black
leather chair. It was where Wolf was presently sitting. The back of
the chair faced Jackal, causing the voice to appear to belong to a
ghost. "Should I leave out all the bullshit and cut to
the chase?" Wolf asked, his back was still to Jackal, but he
swayed his chair slightly side to side. "Or more appropriately
maybe you should." He changed and waited for an explanation.
Jackal remained silent. He had no intentions to willingly explain
what was happening. In truth, he wasn't even sure of it himself. "If
there's something you want to tell me, now is the perfect time. You
have my undivided attention." More silence. "Well since
you won't talk, then listen. In the pass few weeks you've been fucking
up Jackal. Not messing up, fucking up. You've been a bartender here
for six years, and not once have I had a problem with you. Not once
have I had a single complaint about you from an employee or a customer.
Until now. Are you tried Jackal? Are you worn out and need a vacation?"
There was a short pause as the swaying stopped. "Do you?!"
"No." "Can you not handle the work anymore?" "I can." "Are you sick of being here?" "No." "Is Hyena getting to you?" "No." "Is there something outside the pack that's causing
this?" "No." "Is someone causing this?" "No." Jackal lied. Sure he could complain
about Billie, but Billie and Wolf were too close. It would be pointless
to complain about her, and he sure didn't want to mention Quatre or
Sammare. "Are you sick and need a doctor?" "No." "Is it sexual?" "No." "Then what the Hell is wrong?" The only sound
came from the humming of the screens. The chair spun around quickly
as Wolf narrowed his blue eyes at the Latin. "Damnit Jackal,
I told you I could care less if you don't talk to the customers, but
at least talk to me!" His voice was harsh and close to that of
a mad man. Jackal didn't waiver. "Jackal, I'm just trying to
help you." Wolf's tone soften to it's original state. "If
you're having problems with something or someone, let me know and
I'll take care of it." That's exactly what Jackal didn't want.
If Wolf ever found out he nor anyone else would ever see Quatre again.
Wolf stood and walked around his desk. He stopped next to where Jackal
was sitting and leaned against the desktop. He gently cupped the bartender's
chin in his hand and brought it up to face him. His blue eyes became
softer, more tender and when he spoke, his words matched. "Is
there something I can do for you Jackal? All I want is to bring back
the person that's been working with me these pass six years."
He lightly traced Jackal's silent lips with his thumb. "Whatever
it is, I'll do it. Whatever you want, I'll give you. You just have
to open those sweet lips and tell me. What can I do?" "Nothing." Jackal whispered after another
pause. He closed his eyes and pulled from the touch. Wolf slammed
his fist on the desk as hard as he could. "Damnit Jackal! You mix up drinks, come in late,
your mind is never here, you not only give Hyena the silent treatment
but me as well and you're acting as if nothing's wrong. Aren't you
aware of it?" There was no answer. "Rumor has it that you
didn't even do what you were supposed to with your winner last night.
Is that true?" "She started her period." "That never stopped you before." Wolf pushed
himself away from the desk and walked behind Jackal. "Why did
you let Billie fuck you up? I know I taught you to slip out of cuffs,
just like I taught the others. Why didn't you do it? You know I hate
seeing any of my cubs go through that." Wolf closed his eyes
and turned his back on the Latin. "I talked to Billie this afternoon.
Her test results are in. . . . . .Aren't you the least bit curious
about the findings? . . . . . It came out positive. I made a deal
with her for an abortion. I'm sure you can guess what she wants in
place of the lost of her child. . . ." "I understand." Jackal stated automatically
as he stood, ready to leave. "That doesn't let you off the hook. You're going home with Billie tonight to start your part of the deal. Further more, I'm putting you on vacation. Vacation starts tomorrow. If you're not here, you're with Billie. You'll be on vacation until you're either ready to confide in me, or get whatever it is that's got you fucked up straighten out." That said, Wolf returned to his chair. Jackal allowed himself out of the office. "And don't let her mess you up anymore than she already has." Wolf called before the door was closed. ~ * ~
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