Starfox Fanfic Chpt7
Falco stared at his door. It was morning; well, what counted as morning in the middle of space, at least, and it was about to be breakfast time. He hadn't slept. He'd been too busy freaking out over what he'd done in his shower. Falco groaned and shook his head. He'd spent the night pacing his room, trying to convince himself that it had been an accident, that he HAD NOT had an incredible orgasm, while thinking of Fox.
It hadn't worked. It might have, if maybe he had just thought of Fox's face or Fox just standing there, THAT would have been an accident, just bad timing to think of his friend. But no. That wasn't what he'd seen. Instead, he'd inadvertently changed the FEMALE vixen, who had been giving him a GREAT blowjob, into Fox. Still sucking his dick. Falco let out a shaky sigh, as he stared at his door.
This must have happened because he'd found out Fox's secret. There was no way he would have thought of Fox AT ALL if he didn't know that Fox was gay. He'd only realized that maybe since Fox was gay, and had been masturbating to essentially the same scenario that Falco had been pleasuring himself to, but with a MALE fox giving the blowjob, that maybe Fox fantasized about GIVING the blowjob, and not receiving one. That one stray thought, had invaded his fantasy of the hot vixen blowing him, and changed it into Fox blowing him instead.
So it WAS an accident. He certainly hadn't WANTED to think of Fox at that moment. It had just been an errant thought, that had just happened to COMPLETELY ACCIDENTALLY, manifest itself into his fantasy, at the WORST possible time. After all, if he'd been jerking off to the vixen for ninety nine percent of the masturbation period, and just HAPPENED to reach orgasm JUST as Fox appeared in his mind, it didn't count as FOX being the one who'd triggered his orgasm did it? Did it? Falco growled in frustration. It was time for breakfast. He was once again dreading it. Fox was going to be out there, and Falco just knew that the minute he saw his friend, he was going to flashback to the fantasy he'd had.
But if he didn't go, someone would probably just come to see if he was alright. And that someone would, most likely, be Fox. Falco stood up on tired legs and yawned. Great. He was noticeably tired looking, and Fox would most likely remark on it. Falco stepped over to his door, and took a deep breath, letting it out slowly, before stepping out into the corridor. He could handle this.
He made his way to the kitchen and stepped inside, trying to keep his rising anxiety from showing. The kitchen was empty. Falco sighed in relief. Maybe he could eat quickly, and go to the training room, before Fox even arrived? He had just gotten himself two slices of toast, when the kitchen door opened. It was Fox. Of course it would be Fox... Falco quickly averted his eyes from his friend, and in his haste to appear normal, he blurted out a 'good morning' to the vulpine. He heard Fox say good morning back, and then walk past him. Then, Fox pouring himself some coffee, and making his own slice of toast, before walking past him once more, to sit down at the kitchen table. Falco kept his eyes trained on his own plate of toast while he ate. There was an awkward silence in the kitchen, and Falco could feel Fox staring at him.
“Did you sleep well? You look kind of tired, Falco.” Damn. Falco knew that it would seem obvious that he was avoiding actually looking at Fox, so he mentally braced himself and looked up at his friend, before answering.
“Eh, my mattress is a little stiff. I tossed and turned a lot, so I didn't get much sleep.” Oh, and I was jerkin' off while thinking about you. On your knees, sucking my dick. I did that too. Falco, completely mortified as the thought occurred, quickly looked away from Fox's curious face.
“Ah. Well, considering that no one has slept on it for two years, I wouldn't expect it to be as soft. We can pick you up a new mattress in Corneria City, at the end of the month, if you want. Think you can sleep on it, until then?” Falco nodded, without looking at Fox. There was a moment of quiet, and Falco could tell that Fox was about to start talking to him again, which normally, he would see as a good thing, but right now, he just wanted to get out of the room, and try to get over the 'shower incident', before speaking to Fox.
Luckily, the kitchen door hissed open, and Peppy walked in, turning Fox's attention to him. As the hare said good morning to Fox, Falco hastily crammed his last crust of toast into his beak, and walked past Peppy, mumbling a good morning to the hare, through his mouthful of toast, and exited the kitchen. Falco swallowed his toast, and let out a sigh of relief. He headed down the corridor to the training room. He might be able to distract himself with some exercise, or maybe the combat simulator. He had to push the 'shower incident' out of his mind, so that talking to Fox wouldn't be so goddamn awkward. How was he going to apologize to Fox, when he couldn't even THINK of the vulpine, without flashing back to the COMPLETELY ACCIDENTAL fantasy?
Falco entered the training room, and glanced over at the punching bag, before deciding that he'd rather use the treadmill. He could focus on the whir of the machine and the pounding of his feet, instead of Fox's 'special cameo appearance' in his sexual fantasy last night. Falco turned the treadmill to a decent speed, and started running. Hopefully, no one would come in here for a while...
Fox watched as Falco made a hasty exit from the kitchen. The bird had said he didn't sleep well, but he was acting strange not tired. The look on his face after he'd mentioned that he hadn't slept well, was... odd to say the least. Almost like he was REALLY embarrassed or something. What would Falco have to be embarrassed about? Fox shook his head. He didn't have time to deal with Falco right now, he had to check the mission queue. He drank the last drops of his coffee, and walked out of the kitchen, making his way to the ship's bridge.
Entering the bridge, he made his way over to ROB, and got the mission queue handed over to him. Hmm... there were two missions in the queue, the first one, was a job to take out a small gang of pirates. The second was to scout around the asteroid belt for a missing ship. Both missions were fairly simple, but at least they fit into the schedule. Each mission was a fair distance apart, but if they did the pirate gang first, they could arrive at the asteroid belt about three days before the end of the month. Right on time for the resupply in Corneria City.
Fox ordered a course set for the last known location of the pirate gang, which would take about a day to reach, and left the bridge, making his way down to the training room for his usual exercises. He could hear the treadmill running as he approached the door, and entered to see it was Falco. The bird caught sight of him, and Fox could swear he saw something akin to exasperation cross his face for a moment before Falco averted his eyes. So, he was still acting oddly. Well, if Falco wanted to talk about whatever was bothering him, he would let him bring it up on his own. In the meanwhile, it was time to begin his routine.
Falco had been running for about half an hour, when Fox walked in. Damn, he'd forgotten that Fox had an exercise routine every morning. As Fox looked at him, making eye contact, Falco's mind flashed a quick image of those same eyes looking up at him from down on his knees, the last thing he'd seen before he'd 'finished up' last night, and he quickly looked away from Fox, burying the image back down. Damn it! Why was it sticking with him when he wanted to forget it!? Maybe it was some kind of reverse psychology thing? The harder he tried to forget, the more it popped up? Maybe he SHOULDN'T be avoiding Fox? After all, if he just went about his day like normal, maybe the 'shower incident' would just fade into the recesses of his mind, and be forgotten? It was worth a shot...
Falco braced himself, taking as deep a breath as he could, while running on a treadmill at least, and looked up to see what Fox was doing. The vulpine was over near the punching bag, doing a few stretches to loosen up. Fox was not exactly a musclebound bodybuilder, his physique was like a cross between a gymnast and a swimmer. Fox straightened up, and began to work on the punching bag with a few light punches, before giving it a high kick. Fox had gone through hand to hand training in the Academy, and he'd done alright at it, but he hadn't much liked the Academy's style of fighting. Fox had taken up kickboxing after starting the Starfox team, and had taken to it much better. Those kicks certainly showed off the vulpine's flexibility...
Falco's face flushed, and he snapped his gaze away from Fox again, agitation flowing through him. Why did he feel so embarrassed? He'd merely noted that Fox was physically flexible! A good trait for a kick boxer! There was nothing wrong with that! Letting out a huff of annoyance, Falco slowly glanced towards Fox again. The vulpine was still kicking at the bag, mixing it up with a couple punches and elbows. Falco could appreciate Fox's skill at kickboxing, they used to spar before Fox had taken it up, and Falco would usually win those fights. Growing up in the bad parts of Corneria City, Falco had spent a lot of time fighting in the Hot Rodders gang. He had always been a brutal street fighter, and he could count on one hand, the number of fights he'd ever lost. But after Fox had started kickboxing, their sparring matches would often end up with Fox and him taking a win for a win, or just being a straight up draw. Most often the latter of the two.
Fox gave the bag a parting kick, and stepped past it, heading over to the treadmill next to Falco. Falco felt some apprehension begin to rise, but he was able to push it down. After all, he'd just watched Fox for a decent amount of time, and hadn't even thought of the 'shower incident', he could handle this. Right? Fox started up his own treadmill at a fairly high speed, and began to run. Fox was a very fast runner, and quite agile, he'd gotten extremely high scores on the obstacle course back in the Academy. Falco kept his eyes forward, but he could still see Fox running next to him out of the corner of his eye, and he could hear him breathing as well.
Falco decided it was time to go, after all, he'd been running for a fairly long time. He turned off his treadmill, and stepped off, heading over to the small water cooler that they kept against the wall behind the treadmills. As he filled a paper cup with cold water, he glanced over to Fox, still running on his own treadmill. As he kept his eyes on Fox's back, he let out a sigh of relief. He was totally over last nights incident. He wanted to chuckle but he kept quiet. How could he ever doubt that last nights incident HADN'T been an accident? He'd never be ATTRACTED to a male, let alone FOX. He was attracted to women, their soft curves, great hips, and very nice, rounded behinds. He brought the cup to his beak, drinking, and his eyes wandered from Fox's back, unintentionally, downwards. Huh. Fox's ass wouldn't look out of place on a vixen-
Fox jumped, almost tripping, as he heard Falco make a choking noise, and spun around to see him bent over, coughing. Apparently some water had gone down the wrong pipe.
“You okay Falco?” The bird just gave a quick nod, not looking at Fox, and tossed his empty cup into the wastebasket as he strode quickly out of the training room, still slightly coughing. Fox shrugged to himself and kept running. Hopefully, Falco would get over whatever was bothering him. He could swear that he'd felt the bird staring at him while he exercised, but he couldn't be sure.
Falco stormed down the hallway to his room, clearing his throat from the water he'd choked on. He HAD NOT, looked at Fox's ass and compared it to a vixen's. He HAD NOT. He was going to prove it to himself that he wasn't into men. He entered his room, and walked over to his computer, sitting down and turning it on. He tapped his fingers impatiently as it booted up, his mind roiling with turmoil. As the computer finished turning on, Falco quickly opened up his extranet browser, and started to type in the most generic sexual terms he could think of. Tits, pussy, hot, slutty, sexy. He hit enter, and watched as his screen filled with images of women in VERY sexual situations. As he swept his eyes over the plethora of pornography, he could feel himself stiffen up, in his pants. In a few moments, he was achingly hard, and he could barely resist touching himself. He took a deep breath as he prepared himself for the 'test' he was about to perform. He erased the previous search terms and instead, typed in generic sex words relating to males. Cock, balls, abs, muscles, and he hesitated before adding gay, to the end of the list, before hitting enter.
As the screen filled up with images again, this time full of males, and male on male pornography, Falco felt queasy. He could feel his erection quickly begin to shrink, almost immediately, and he felt disgust rise in his body. He quickly closed the browser, and let out a sigh of relief. He was NOT into men. It hadn't even taken a full minute to kill his arousal, the moment he saw the gay stuff. Falco started to let out relieved laughter. He was not into males. At ALL. He'd been acting like an idiot all over a ridiculous accident. He would be fine now... He wasn't attracted to males, so he OBVIOUSLY was not attracted to Fox. It was just awkward to see the vulpine, after the 'shower incident'. The ACCIDENTAL shower incident. He'd get over it quickly, and things would go back to normal.
On a ship, docked in Corneria City...
Marley and Grey stood at a table, across from Nigel, who was making a few adjustments to Marley's blaster barrel, and reinforcing Grey's custom made weapon, a garotte wire, that was hidden inside of Grey's wristwatch. The watch itself was digital, but it was made to look mechanical. The small adjustment knob on the side was fake; it was actually the end of the garotte wire, attached to a spool on the inside of the watch, under the face. Grey killed in many different ways, knives, explosives, sniper rifles, blasters, the garotte, and their hands. Grey much preferred their sniper rifle, and small sidearm blaster, but always kept the garotte on them, just in case. Grey had often been called on to make inconspicuous kills, in their old profession, but was no stranger to a chaotic gunfight, or a brawl.
Nigel finished up with Marley's blaster, and handed it over to the coyote.
“Thanks, Nigel. Hey, what do you think of the client? Garvan is up in the comm room chattin' him up right now.” The crow looked thoughtful for a moment, before answering Marley.
“He's always got himself silhouetted, so we can't see his face. He's a long eared dog though, the shape is obvious enough. He talks in a very polite tone as well. I have a suspicion that he's some kind of mob boss or something.”
“Well, the Starfox team has pissed off a few of those no doubt. Probably took down one of this guy's operations, and now he's royally pissed. What do you think Grey?” The greyhound kept their eyes on the table, and Nigel's hands, adjusting the garrote watch, and answered.
“He's not organized crime.” Grey's soft voice ceased after this statement, and Marley and Nigel glanced at one another, with slightly annoyed expressions, before Marley turned his head to the greyhound.
“Wanna elaborate on that? What makes you so sure?”
“He's military. High ranking. He holds himself straight backed, with his hands behind his back, as though he is addressing subordinates. His manner of speaking is also befitting of a high ranked member of the military. He wears some kind of glasses as well.” Marley and Nigel glanced at each other in in disbelief, before turning to Grey once more.
“How can you tell he's got glasses?”
“If you watch closely, you can see them glinting every few moments as he speaks.” The conversation was interrupted, as the door slid open, and Garvan walked in, looking pleased. Marley called over to him.
“Hey boss! Who do you think the client is?” The desert hare gave a slight shrug as he walked over and leaned on the wall near them.
“He's some kind of long eared dog, he sounds a little deranged whenever he mentions Fox McCloud, he either wears glasses, or has really sparkly eyes, because they glint a little bit, through his silhouette. He reeks of military, probably a big shot officer or captain.” Nigel and Marley turned to look at one another again, Marley's mouth open in disbelief.
“How do you two get all of that, from a silhouette and a voice? That's like, some kind of super detective shit, man!” Garvan let out a cheerful laugh, and Grey just stood there.
“Grey thinks he's military too? I shouldn't be surprised, you don't get to be a notorious mob assassin, for being unobservant, heh heh heh!” Grey's eye twitched at the mention of 'mob assassin' but otherwise just remained still, until Nigel handed over their watch, which Grey put back on, before heading out of the room. There was silence for a few moments before Marley spoke up in a conspiratorial, hushed tone.
“Ever used those 'super detective skills' of yours, to tell if Grey is a guy or a girl?” Garvan and Nigel both blinked in surprise, before bursting into raucous laughter.
“Sorry Marley, I don't know what Grey is packin' in their pants. I'd be willing to ask Grey directly if you bet me though. I bet a hundred credits that Grey's a girl. Way too graceful to be a guy, and I just get a 'female' vibe from em'.” Marley looked tempted to make the bet, but then shook his head.
“Nah, I kinda like it as a mystery. Makes it feel like we've got some kind of enigmatic team member.” Garvan gave a teasing smirk at Marley, before answering.
“Can't fool me Marley! You don't wanna bet, because you're afraid that if Grey's a guy, it makes you gay for crushing on em' heh heh heh!” Marley's face flushed in embarrassment, as Nigel and Garvan both laughed, and he shook his head quickly.
“No! I just admire Grey's skills! I mean, they haven't had any military training, as far as I know, and learned to be that deadly, on their own!” I haven't been 'crushing' on Grey!”
“Sure, whatever you say. Anyway, I told our mysterious client when we're making our move on the Starfox team. He was quite pleased, and he gave me the location that we're to deliver McCloud to, once we've secured him. I doubt that it's where our client is staying, because he said he'd have his men collect McCloud from us.”
“Man, this guy is really cautious huh? If he has his own men, why'd he hire us?”
“Eh, you know. He probably doesn't want anyone associated with him directly, to be involved in the murders and kidnapping. Just in case we fuck up the job.”
Marley nodded in understanding, before looking thoughtful.
“Whoever he is, he must have some kind of brutal, vile things, planned for McCloud. I'd hate to be in his shoes, when we hand him over...”
