Being stuck in prison wasn't so bad.
Now, that didn't mean Rocket WASN'T planning at least seven different escape plans. He very much was; in all honesty, he was just waiting for the right time for one of them to be set off.
But, in the mean time, it was one of the nicer places he'd been locked up in. The Nova Corps' new leadership had established some pretty firm laws against the kind of brutality and rough living that most prisons in that quadrant of space saw, so there was always plenty of decently nutritious food, almost no fights ever, certainly no beatings from guards... Hell, he could even spend his free time doing some basic repair work on Nova ships and equipment, netting himself a decent pay for the job.
He even got visits.
Rocket was sitting in one of the private visitation rooms. It was monitored, of course, but there were no guards inside, just a small locked room with a door on either side, a small table, and two chairs.
Dressed in a simple fully-orange and plain jumpsuit, the small furry one-time bounty hunter could barely keep still. There was a slight smile on his muzzle, an eager twitch to his fluffy tail, ears perked in anticipation of the sound of someone approaching the other door, the one connected to the civilian side of the prison.
``C'mon...'' he murmured, tapping a dull-clawed finger on the metal table. His feet hung over the edge of the chair; it was built to more human proportions, but he didn't mind.
Rocket's ears flicked when he heard the door opposite him beep and click. Then, with a slight whoosh of mechanics, it slid open to one side.
``Dad!''
``Hehe, hey, boy!'' Rocket chimed happily, smiling over the table down at the three-foot figure who stepped into the room.
It was, of course, his son. Definitely a long story of how a bachelor with little luck in love like Rocket had ended up with a kid, but that wasn't a day for thinking on that.
His son's name was Relay; Relay Raccoon, of course. Though build wise the resemblance was obvious, both father and son of a wiry, stocky build, the coloration was fairly different. Rocket was all dark browns and blacks, with white streaks under his red augmented eyes; Relay, meanwhile, was lighter and grayer, a near-tan gray that faded to a deep black along his back and around his eyes.
The younger raccoon smiled, even broader than Rocket did. His tail was practically wagging, blue eyes alight with excitement as he bounded up to the other chair at the table. The door hissed shut behind him, but neither father nor son cared about that.
Relay clambered up onto the chair, settling onto it opposite his seated dad. ``You're looking good,'' the younger male chimed, still smiling as he took in his father's visage; the older male just smiled back, chuckling lightly. ``Mm... A bit more gray in your fur, though. Hehe, kinda handsome though! I like it.''
Rocket laughed at that, reaching a paw up to rub his jaw; sure enough, the fur there had been turning lighter in his age, the thick braid at his chin similarly growing whiter by the day. ``Hehe, well glad you approve, kid,'' the older male mused. ``Mm, what about you? Takin' care of yourself?''
``Of course!'' Relay nodded, still all smiles. His dark-furred paws tapped at the table in front of him idly as he continued chatting, ``Some of my implants needed a little work last week, but the repairs seem to be working nicely. And stuff with the Guardians is good! We stopped some Shi'ar rebels a few days back, got thanked personally by the EMPRESS.''
``Dang, not bad,'' the father hummed, nodding along to his son's words. The table was narrow; with both of them having their paws up on it, there was barely a few inches separating them. ``Never met an Empress before...''
``Yeah, but, you DID meet like three different kings, a princess who became a queen, AND the last like... six Nova Primes,'' his son teased back.
``THREE Primes,'' Rocket jokingly scolded, pointing a finger at his son. ``I'm not THAT old, young man.''
Father and son both laughed at that, the young man giggling sharply while his dad bellowed with a bark of laughter. As they did, Relay's blue eyes fell on their paws, barely separate from each other. Still tittering lightly, the young adult raccoon slid his paw closer, fingers splayed questioningly.
Rocket noticed, of course, once he'd lowered his eyes from a head-back belly laugh. Settling, and smiling warmly, he easily slipped his own hand forward, closing his strong digits around his son's slender paw.
``I missed you,'' Relay chimed, smiling over at his father. His tail flicked behind him.
``Missed you too, my boy,'' Rocket agreed, squeezing the smaller raccoon's paw. ``Heh, you've grown up so much... Mm, I'm proud of you, Relay.''
``... R- Really?'' the younger male asked, bashful. His ears tilted down a bit, and his tail's wagging slowed. ``I just... I mean, by my age, you'd founded the Guardians, and blown up moons, and saved dozens of planets...''
``Pfft, you need to stop listening to Quill's tall tales,'' Rocket dismissed, waving his free paw as if to swipe the words out of the air. ``You're doing GREAT. In fact...
``I think such a good young man deserves a little reward from his Daddy... Don't you?''
Rocket's sly smile and loving gaze made Relay shiver slightly, ears perking back up. ``M- Maybe...'' he mused, tittering softly.
``Maybe nothin','' the father chimed, shifting to set a foot on the chair, moving to stand on it. He used his free hand for balance on the table, adding lovingly, ``C'mere and give your old man a kiss...''
Relay shifted too, getting up on his own chair and setting both paws on the table. Rocket chuckled, using his now-free second paw to reach forward and cup the younger raccoon's jawline. Eagerly, father and son leaned closer, lips parting and muzzles drawing closer, until they met in a kiss above the table.
This was not a light, familial peck. This was a lovers' kiss; hot, and eager, and hungrily loving. Rocket murred into his son's maw, tongue flicking briefly at the younger adult's fangs, before he tilted his head and kissed again, catching the boy's lips.
Relay trembled, gasping and whimpering into his father's mouth. His eyes were closed, ears pinned back in focus, gray fur on edge as he made out with his own sire. His tail had returned to wagging, arched high over his rump, toes curling and splaying as he felt the older male's breath on his wet lips, felt his maw and teeth, tasted something smokey and meaty and vaguely sweet on the larger raccoon's tongue.
``D- Dad...'' Relay gasped, shivering as he held himself up over the table, blue eyes slipping open slightly to gaze lovingly at the older male. ``Ah...''
``Mm, my good boy,'' Rocket murred lovingly, fingers curled in his son's cheek fur, before slipping lower to his neck, rubbing at the strong muscle and dense, gray fur. ``Ah, give your Dad another kiss, son...''
The young adult raccoon did, eagerly, leaning in and blushing hotly as he continued kissing his father. One of his paws shifted, finding the one his dad was using for balance, fingers lacing between each other and curling, grasping as their tongues coiled and pressed at one another, their lips melded and smacked.
Rocket's eyes closed as his fingers curled in his son's fur, pulling him tighter and closer. With a slight growl, he opened his maw wider, slotting around Relay's own long muzzle. Hungrily, his fangs pressed lightly into the younger male's furry flesh, while his tongue probed and grinded, pushing under the boy's lips to caress his teeth, begging for entrance. The gray-furred young adult shivered, and easily parted the way, a soft whine filling his throat just before the older raccoon's eager tongue pushed it back down.
``Mmf...''
``Aah...''
``Grr... Mlm...''
The sloppy sounds of an incestuous raccoon makeout filled the small, private room. Fingers laced, maws parted and smacking, father and son continued to kiss, to taste, to lavish one another. Strands of slobber dripped from their chins, overwhelmed hunger causing each to salivate with need. It dripped down Rocket's braided beard, soaking the fur and beading into small puddles on the table beneath them.
Rocket parted the kiss just briefly, Relay gasping as his father tucked his head low slightly, going for his jawline.
A sharp nip, the older raccoon growling softly, possessively, before soothingly giving the new stinging spot a loving lick. He trailed the soft licks and smooches up his son's jawline, further along his muzzle, the boy's jaw parted as he lifted his head, eyes closed and lips open in a quivering moan.
``Ooh, D- Dad... Mmf, Dad...'' the young raccoon shivered as he felt his dad's fangs graze his lips, before being silenced in another hungry kiss.
``Mm, my handsome boy,'' Rocket murred in between kisses, stroking his son's neck and shoulder, strands of incestuous spit connecting their lips when he leaned back. He pecked and nibbled, sloppily shoving his tongue into his son's maw, praising again, ``Mmm! Such a good little stud for your old man...''
Unfortunately, in the middle of another father-son tongue dance, a soft buzz alarm filled the small room. The two flinched at the noise, caught off guard, as it continued for a few seconds, then stopped.
The kiss ended, Relay gasping and panting, blue eyes hazy and far-off as he trembled, fingers still folded with his dad's. Strands of spit still linked his father's lips to his own, Rocket huffing lightly, ear flicking in annoyance as he glanced over to the wall, where a glass globe sat, independently monitoring them... and notifying when the brief visit was near an end.
Rocket's tongue flicked against his own lips, breaking the glistening slobber linking his maw to his son's. His red eyes shot a dirty look at the monitoring globe, before turning back, warm and full of love, to Relay.
``Mm... Too short,'' he sighed, leaning in for one more quick kiss, catching the panting young raccoon's lips. It ended quickly, Relay shifting forward as if to follow the kiss, but forced to part lest he topple forward.
``... Too short,'' Relay agreed, licking his lips slightly. He could still taste his father on his tongue, cheeks and ears warm with excitement and a bit of embarrassment.
Rocket nodded, squeezing his son's paw. They both still stood on their chairs, leaning over the table between them. He smiled, ears tilting low, mirrored by Relay's own lowering ears. ``It was a good visit, though,'' the father mused, chuckling softly. He tilted his head forward, and his son mirrored the motion with ease, their foreheads pressing together.
``... Yeah,'' Relay agreed again, tilting his head to rub his furry noggin against his father's. ``I wish it could go longer...''
``I know, Relay,'' Rocket sighed softly, nuzzling at his son's snout. He still stroked the younger raccoon's neck, more soothingly then salaciously at that point. ``Someday soon, okay? I'll get out, and we'll spend all the time together that you want, okay?''
``Okay, Dad,'' the younger raccoon nodded back, nuzzling in return. His tail swayed a bit at the contact, but stopped when a second buzz filled the room.
Relay sighed, disappoitned, and leaned back from his father. Their fingers still laced together, their muzzles and fur still amess from the eager incestuous kissing session from just a few seconds ago. He smiled, squeezing his dad's hand and assuring, ``I'll visit again next week.''
``Good boy,'' Rocket nodded back. ``You keep those Guardians safe, yeah? The Watcher himself knows full-well they'd all drop dead without a handsome, genius raccoon to keep `em alive, hehe.''
``Hehe, I know, Dad.'' Their hands finally slipped apart, and Rocket dropped back into his seat, watching warmly as his son hopped down from his own chair and went towards the door again. ``Seeya soon,'' Relay chimed, waving back at his father.
``Seeya... And, uh, Relay?'' Rocket called, smiling teasingly. He winked, pointing at his own muzzle, still moist with slobber and messy. ``Might wanna wipe off your face a little; you got your dad's spit all over your maw.''
If Relay's face could have turned red with blush, it surely would have. He frantically reached both paws up, rubbing at his face, a soft whine leaving him. ``S- Sorry,'' he said, smoothing out the fur of his cheeks.
Now a bit more presentable, the young raccoon went to the door and gave it a soft top. Immeidately, it slid open for him, and Relay sauntered out past it. He gave one last wave, which Rocket returned with a smile, and then the door shut, separating father and son once again. Rocket lowered his hand back to the table, and sighed, tilting his head back.
One of those breakouts might need to make a bit of a quicker appearance than he'd been expecting...
