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Where they were going, Nick and Finnick knew there wouldn't be any rest stops, and yet, the fennec was crossing his legs one over the other, squirming in the passenger seat and looking around for a place where they could pull over all the same.

Once they were past the city limits, there were so few buildings and sheds to hide behind that he was limited to going in a bottle, or getting far away enough from other cars and traffic that privacy wasn't an issue.

They were far out in the outskirts by then, where fields of sand and dirt were starting to give way to sprawling development; the most cover he was going to get was the door of the car, if it was held open for him.

"You know that distracted driving is dangerous, right?" Nick asked, rolling his eyes at another shift in posture from his partner in crime. "Every time you roll around on your seat, I feel like you're gonna fly out the window or something."

"I'm wearing a damn seatbelt , Nick...I'm not going anywhere, but that lap band is sitting right on my junk."

"I'm failing to see how that's my problem."

"This is your car, right?"

Nick chuckled. "If I get pulled over, it is, but I'm just...borrowing it from a friend, aren't I?"

"Well, if you want this car to get where it's going in the same condition you borrowed it in, that's gonna be your problem if I decide to pee all over the seats, isn't it?"

Finnick wasn't afraid to speak with a voice that was thicker and deeper than his size would imply, but his talk was never cheap: he was already starting to ease the zipper down on his cargo pants.

"The fuck, dude...? If you needed to go that badly, all you had to do was ask me to pull over," Nick muttered, easing the stolen van toward the side of the road. "Or are you too bladder shy to pee in front of the massive crowds of people out here?"

There was nothing around them, and for a pair of foxes that had grown up in the bright lights and loud noises of the city, there was something eerie to only being able to hear the whistling of the wind when the engine went silent.

"Now you're just asking for it," Finnick argued. "If you learn to keep your trap shut, I might make sure it all goes on the side of the road, instead of the side of your new ride."

Nick rolled his eyes. "Just make it quick, would you?"

Finnick popped the door open and hopped out of the vehicle, standing so short that the door didn't provide him as much cover as he would have liked...but Nick was right: there wasn't a single soul anywhere nearby, and in any direction, they'd be able to see a vehicle coming, if one ever did.

"I tried to warn ya."

Nick knew what that meant, but he wasn't sure why his instincts worked the way that they did: he hopped out of the car and ran around the other side, and down a line, his thought process was like a checklist.

Can't let it get on the car, the customer will kill me...can't get it on my clothes, could stain the interior...can't throw Finnick, he's my contact...

He kept going down that list, but even he wasn't sure how he ended up sliding to his knees, catching the base of Finnick's cock and capturing the tip of the fennec's member in his open maw.

"...You know, Nicky...I can't say I was ever interested in you like that, but if you're gonna offer me that kinda treatment, who am I to say no?"

Finnick was practically hedonistic in his approach to life, and whoever was getting in the way of his good time was a problem that he needed to deal with: whoever was moving him forward and making him feel better was someone that he wanted to keep around.

A wide-eyed and bewildered Nick felt warmth and heat of solid flesh, first: that flavor wasn't unpleasant, but now that he was there, he realized he'd trapped himself into the act.

If he pulled away, Finnick would turn and coat the side of the car in an instant; he stayed right where he was when the first dribbling of warm, golden fluid landed against the front of his tongue and started filling his maw.

"Mnn...d-damn, Nicky! I heard you did some freaky stuff to get by before you figured out that popsicle racket, but I didn't even hear the half of it, did I?"

He wasn't content to stand there and enjoy the warm, slippery feeling of Nick's mouth around his length: he had to taunt the larger fox every step of the way and watch as he debated whether or not to swallow the piss that was starting to fill his maw.

"Didn't think I could make that much, didja? Well...I've got a lot more than that, so unless they wanted a custom paint job with a yellow streak, you'd better make some room, Nick..."

Finnick was having a little too much fun with his position of control, but it was a rare moment that he was able to hold Nick in such a delicate balance, rather than the other way around.

The red fox was already planning a bit of revenge for what had transpired, but if he was going to stay in Finnick's good graces and keep him from botching this job, he needed to keep the mess where it was...and that meant a long, slow swallow as one vulpine drank from another, wincing with the effort at consuming something so warm and salty.

Not the worst thing I've ever drank to keep things from going tits up, Nick thought. But if he thinks I'm gonna do this for him again, well...I'm not gonna rule it out, but I'm not doing it again for free.

Nick always allowed his moral compass to be dictated by where the money took him, and doing this one favor for Finnick was a sure way to keep the fennec in his back pocket as an associate in his other schemes, but it was also far out of line: he was going to have to remind the fennec of the real pecking order when he was done...

...if he could ever reach the bottom of Finnick's tank.

"You look like your jaw is gettin' tired, Nick. Something the matter?" Finnick asked, his muzzle bent by the curve of a cruel grin. "Didn't think I had even more to give?"

Once more, his cheeks were starting to bulge with the sheer volume he had to consume, but he swallowed faithfully against the leaking tip and tried to keep any from spilling over the edges of his jowls; he could pop a mint when he was done, but his clothes needed to stay clean if he was going to make a good impression on his new customer.

"Well...you got me on that one," Finnick started laughing when the final drops spilled from his growing length, making it that much harder for Nick to keep the cock contained. "I was letting it out as slow as I could...thought if you got nice and cozy down there I might talk you into swallowing somethin' else!"

Nick eased back when he felt the end of the trickling stream, swallowed a final time...and then grinned.

"And that lack of respect is where I draw the line, Finnick."

At the end of the day, there was a different in size between a red fox and a fennec that Finnick simply couldn't overcome: he was fleet of foot, but he didn't have the chance to escape before Nick bounded up from his knees and tackled the smaller vulpine into the dirt, wearing a grin that, in a single gesture, told Finnick how much trouble he was in.

"You pulled a fast one on me, little guy...and if you'd done it to anyone else, I'd have been proud of you for getting them better of them, but I'm not a fan of being on the other end of the stick, if you know what I mean."

"Coulda fooled me," Finnick argued, opting to insult Nick one more time with the little bit of breath he could claim. "You sure looked like you were enjoyin' yourself just fine."

"I guess it was fun to try something new," Nick conceded. "So...how about you follow my lead and try pulling off those pants?"

"You...y-you're joking, right?"

The laugh that followed was a trademark of Finnick: normally, he was safe letting out a deep, thick bellow of laughter in the face of the taller fox, but this time, he was ignoring the devious weight of Nick's stare.

He should have known better than to push someone like Nick one too many times, but their working friendship went through a powerful change when the red fox was foolish enough to try and contain Finnick's mess with his maw.

Now that they'd taken things to such a level, Nick wasn't afraid to return the favor, and as far as he was concerned...it was high time that somebody knocked Finnick back down a peg or two.

"I'm the one holding the keys, I'm the one driving the car, and I'm the one the contact is making a purchase from," Nick explained everything in short order as he looked over his fennec counterpart. "I know they wanted you to come with because of a familiar face, but if you _really_think I need you around to seal the deal, well...I'm starting to think maybe a long drive out in the country, alone , is just what I needed to clear my mind."

Nick was of such a dry sense of humor that it was almost impossible to know when he was joking or not, but there was a different sincerity to his stare as he loomed over Finnick; he wanted it to be clear that he was done playing around.

If the fennec were so inclined to lord that incident over his friend, he'd be lording it over a big patch of dirt in the middle of an empty field.

"Woah, woah...c-calm down, Nick! I was just messin' with you!" Finnick's claim was so nervous that it couldn't have been sincere, but they were both scavengers from the inner city: they did what they had to do to survive, and Nick was so familiar with that struggle that there was a natural kinship between them...but it only went as far as they were both willing to take it.

Nick wanted to make it clear from the outset that what had just happened was a fluke, but if Finnick was allowed to have one, so was he.

"Just messin' with me, huh?" his tone was condescending, but his trademark grin was starting to spread over his muzzle again as their eyes stayed in a tight like. "Well, maybe I was just messin' with you, too...but that all depends on just how much messin' you really wanna do, little guy."

"If you call me little guy one more time-

"You won't do a damn thing."

Finnick gulped.

"You're unarmed, pinned, defenseless, and on the verge of being left in the middle of nowhere, with no way to get home or anywhere else that you're trying to go," Nick reminded him. "So you'd better get over being called_little guy_ really fast, because I'm starting to enjoy riling you up."

"...All right; you've made your point. Lemme up so we can get back on the damn road and get this over with."

"I've made my point, but I wanna make sure it sticks, Finnick. You didn't really think I'd let you back in the car just like that, did you?"

There was such an obvious weight pressing against the fennec's chest that he felt silly for missing it before, but feeling that bulging thickness upon his shirt, he gulped again and tried to shake his head in the little room of movement that he had.

"Nicky, you...y-you don't wanna do that. I dunno what's gotten into you, but...y-you can't be serious."

"You know exactly what's gotten into me, because you put it there," Nick reminded him. "You lemme put it back, and we can put all this ugliness behind us..."

How dire his situation really was dawned on Finnick, but he'd done worse things in far worse situations in order to get by: he wasn't going to let a common grifter think he'd gotten the better of him.

"Okay, okay. Go for it."

Finnick opened his mouth wide, expecting Nick was going to return the exact favor.

What he felt instead was a weight on his thighs as Nick shifted down the course of his body, keeping him pinned all the while.

"Thanks for the affirmative consent and all that," he joked. "I wasn't all that concerned with it, but since you've given me the green light, I'll just go ahead and get to it!"

" Hey! What the hell do you think you're doing, man?"

"Oh, you didn't notice? I'm way too hard to pee right now," Nick pointed out, gesturing at his covered bulge. "You're gonna have to get me off before I'm able to get even with you."

"...Getting off does not make us even!"

"From where I'm kneeling, I think it does," Nick admitted. "And if you'll recall, I'm still the one holding the car keys, so..."

Finnick snarled and narrowed his brow, but when push came to shove, Nick was holding all the cards, and Finnick wasn't enough of a fool to try and overplay a hand that he didn't even have.

"But what about the mess? You were so worried about having to clean up after me, and the second I get back in there, I'm gonna rub these dirty clothes on every inch of that fuckin' car..."

Easing down his own zipper and revealing the full, emerging length of his vulpine cock to his friend, Nick didn't seem too concerned with Finnick's threat.

"If you're gonna behave like a child, you can always just sit in my lap," Nick murmured, letting Finnick's eyes make their own way down to the bulge at the base of his cock. "All I've gotta do is tie with you and you won't be going anywhere without my permission..."

His size was lorded over him so many times in his life that Finnick couldn't stand anyone else taking advantage of his diminutive stature, but like so many times before, he was forced to put up with one more time...always hoping that it would be the last time.

Like so many times before, however, he got himself into a hole that he couldn't dig himself out of; he was fortunate that someone with Nick's odd version of mercy was the one on the other end of his predicament.

"If you honestly think you're gonna stick that knot in me-

"Planning on it, actually."

"...I don't care what you think that makes us, then, because it damn sure doesn't make us even," Finnick pointed out, knowing that he was stuck with whatever Nick had planned for him...but if the red fox didn't leave him out in the middle of nowhere, the fennec was determined to keep that day in mind for the next time Nick needed a favor...

...and Nick would need another favor, someday.

"Always so worried about putting titles on things, aren't you?" Nick teased. He rolled further down Finnick's legs and watched as the fennec predictably kicked and squirmed, but he'd come to accept his fate with a scowl: when Nick captured his ankles and pushed them back to either side of the fennec's head, he didn't struggle any longer.

"Ain't about titles, Nick...it's about a matter of record, and I won't forget this."

There was, no matter how small, a tiny hint of a grin on Finnick's muzzle: he was convinced that Nick wouldn't leave him out in the field if he just played along, and the eventual favor would fit very nicely in his back pocket.

"I'm sure you won't," Nick agreed. He spit a full, hefty wad of saliva onto the tight, clenching pucker of the fennec and dipped it into the passage with the tip of his own cock, but it wasn't until a full, long strand of spittle dripped down to his shaft that he gave the fennec anything _close_to a proper thrust. "No one forgets their first time, do they?"

"Man, I am not a virgin, okay?!"

Once more, the red fox had tricked him into tripping over his own words and making a faux pas.

"Knew you liked it up the ass," he taunted, leaning his weight into the second prod and watching as his vulpine length edged further and further into the tight, gripping passage. "Not gonna lie...I prefer the ladies, but when a hot little piece like yourself comes along and just offers yourself up so easily-

" Not how it happened."

"Who am I to say no to that?" Nick carried on as if Finnick hadn't said a thing. "Especially when you've got such a tight little tailhole...I could pour a whole bottle of lube in here and it probably still wouldn't be enough!"

The difference in species was enough that Nick felt like a giant: his member was large enough that he didn't think Finnick would be able to take the whole shaft, much less the knot that he'd promised...but as long as he didn't feel anything amiss, he was going to press on.

With only the tight, pleasurable grip of an anal passage around his sensitive member, Nick eagerly pushed on, keeping Finnick's hips rolled back onto his own body and his own cock into the pit of his own stomach.

Wide as he was grinning already, his fangs were on full display when he noticed a trickle of precum spilling from Finnick's tip, soaking the fabric of his shirt.

"This is the part where you try to pretend that you aren't enjoying this," Nick watched closely as that full, growing bead of precum spilled back over Finnick's shirt, but gravity was pulling it back toward the vulpine's sack, making a mess of the fur all around the edges of his sheath. "Go on...I wanna hear you try to deny that you love being fucked by a bigger fox..."

Nick wasn't the type to let himself be so easily overcome, and he was making it clear that even for a moment, he hadn't enjoyed being on the other end of the equation: he wanted to make absolutely sure that Finnick got the point.

The fennec enjoying himself hadn't been a part of the plan, but if he was going to, Nick wasn't going to hold back any longer, either.

"Stop bein' such a f-fuckin' weirdo about it and get it over with already," Finnick groaned, doing all he could to keep any smidgen of enjoyment from creeping into his response...but Nick could infer plenty from the laborious panting that escaped the smaller fox.

Little by little, those breaths were picking up steam and giving a better sign of just how much Finnick was actually enjoying himself. He had the benefit of someone that liked to take their time in Nick: if the larger fox went at him with proper, vulpine intensity, he wouldn't have been able to sit for the rest of the road trip, and as far as he could remember, they had quite a ways to go.

Silently grateful for the easier treatment, Finnick's expression softened a bit more with each curious, probing thrust, until his tailhole was able to handle the full, satisfying depth of a proper fuck: when Nick felt the same, he pumped against Finnick's body with even greater weight, revealing that he'd held back quite a bit more than the fennec imagined.

He could have snapped me right in half if he really wanted to, Finnick thought. Not getting him out of owing me a favor, but...guess I should be grateful that he decided to have some common fucking sense about how small I am...

Finnick was taking to heart an important lesson: there were plenty of other creatures in the seedy underbelly of the city that would have jumped at the chance to get revenge on him this way.

Nick was well-endowed, but at the end of the day, he was still just a red fox: if one of the larger predators got their paws on him, Finnick might not survive what came after.

A lesson in humility came with a pleasurable overtone as Nick reached out and gave Finnick's member a teasing stroke, and seeing a fresh spurt of precum from the tip, he wrapped his digits tighter around the shaft and pumped it, stroking the fennec closer and closer to an orgasm that he hadn't been planning on letting out.

"Come on, little guy. Gonna be a much better road trip if you get this out of your system, first."

Finnick winced and tried to look away, but there was something enticing and charming about the way Nick stared down, as if there was a caring nature hidden behind the smarm in his grin.

As the first rope of seed launched into the air and a knot bumped against the bottom of Nick's paw, he held steady and watched, genuinely impressed with how much volume such a small creature could produce.

"No...n-not a fucking word of this...t-to anyone ," Finnick whimpered his way through the first, powerful waves of his climax, struggling for air and bumping his hips against the weight of the fox above him. "And I mean a s-single word, Nick!"

Ropes of seed sprayed back over Finnick's shirt and narrowly missed striking his own face as he squirmed his way to the end of his release, but what normally would have been a moment of peaceful afterglow was disrupted by the presence of something warmer within him.

Nick was cumming, too...without a word of warning.

" You said 'not a single word,'" the red fox joked, pushing hard against the spot and leaning his full weight into the bulge of his knot, desperate to feel the clenching passage of the smaller creature about that vulpine bump. "So, I...d-didn't say...anything...mm...mrrnnf!"

Some part of Finnick couldn't help but be flattered by the impressive effort that Nick was putting into his thrusts, even if he met with a burning sensation at the start of it all: his tailhole was stretched to the brink already, and if not for the bliss of his own climax, he never would have been able to handle the knot in the first place...but there was something odd about the volume of the seed that started filling his ass.

It was perfectly normal, at first...and the cum was oddly soothing to feel against the inner walls of his well-fucked passage, but the temperature of it was just right when it first spilled against the sensitive flesh.

The orgasmic grin on Nick's face was shifting, until the fox was rolling his eyes and letting his tongue hang over the edge of his jowls; something about the experience was changing for the both of them, and for Finnick, it started with an internal heat that he couldn't explain.

"Nick, s-something...something ain't right, man...s-some...thing... what the hell?!"

"Like I said before...when you let me...p-put it back...then we can put all of this ugliness behind us..."

Finnick blinked, accepting the reality of the second substance that was filling his asshole. "You...y-you're not really-

"Oh, I definitely am."

His stupefied grin and relaxed, slouching posture gave just as much credence to the truth as his words: his cock was still twitching within Finnick and rattling off the last of his orgasmic delight when the relief of emptying his bladder joined the mix, and the heavenly sensation of pouring a full, messy load of piss into the fennec kept him so relaxed that it would have been a perfect chance for Finnick to turn the tables...if they weren't still knotted together.

"You s-sick mother fuc-

"You're the one who put the idea in my head," Nick cut him off, keeping the fennec silent as he emptied the last of his golden offering into the smaller vulpine. "Literally and figuratively, if you think about it."

"...You always makin' jokes like this when you get done bangin' someone?"

"I find the levity helps to make things a little less awkward when I politely ask my partners to leave," Nick confessed. "But you're not going anywhere, are you?"

Finnick started coming up from the ground with surprising ease: Nick wasn't joking at all about sitting in his lap for the rest of the road trip...