Subject: [SWATKats_FanFic] Digest Number 100 Date: 21 Mar 2001 10:33:29 -0000 From: SWATKats_FanFic@yahoogroups.com To: SWATKats_FanFic@yahoogroups.com ------------------------ Yahoo! Groups Sponsor ---------------------~-~> Make good on the promise you made at graduation to keep in touch. Classmates.com has over 14 million registered high school alumni--chances are you'll find your friends! http://us.click.yahoo.com/n4HqaC/DMUCAA/4ihDAA/wEzVlB/TM ---------------------------------------------------------------------_-> FAQ/ Rules: http://www.swatkats.org/SKListArchives MKC BlackNet: http://www.swatkats.org ------------------------------------------------------------------------ There is 1 message in this issue. Topics in this digest: 1. 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Classmates.com has over 14 million registered high school alumni--chances are you'll find your friends! http://us.click.yahoo.com/03IJGA/DMUCAA/4ihDAA/wEzVlB/TM ---------------------------------------------------------------------_-> FAQ/ Rules: http://www.swatkats.org/SKListArchives MKC BlackNet: http://www.swatkats.org ------------------------------------------------------------------------ There are 6 messages in this issue. Topics in this digest: 1. FIC: Secrets Too Deep 0 by Rauhnee From: Rauhnee Ranshanka 2. FIC: Secrets Too Deep 1 by Vorex From: Rauhnee Ranshanka 3. FIC: Secrets Too Deep 2 by Rauhnee From: Rauhnee Ranshanka 4. FIC: Secrets Too Deep 4 by Rauhnee From: Rauhnee Ranshanka 5. FIC: Secrets Too Deep 5 by Vorex From: Rauhnee Ranshanka 6. FIC: Secrets Too Deep 3 by Vorex From: Rauhnee Ranshanka ________________________________________________________________________ ________________________________________________________________________ Message: 1 Date: Fri, 23 Mar 2001 13:51:08 -0800 From: Rauhnee Ranshanka Subject: FIC: Secrets Too Deep 0 by Rauhnee Series: Secrets Too Deep Date: March 1, 2001 Author: Vorex Rauhnee Ranshanka Email: vorex@iname.com GateKat@SWATKats.net Fandom: SWAT Kats Parings: Jake Clawson/ Felina Feral Jake Clawson/ Chance Furlong Chance Furlong/ Ulysses Feral Others Rating: NC-17 Codes: Het (M/F), Slash (M/M), Established Relationships, First Times, Others with stories Status: New. Series in Progress, stories finished. Website: http://www.Shadowynd.com/~rauhnee Archive: Sure. Spoilers: None. Summary: A Round Robin done with Vorex. Chance has more than his share of secrets to keep, and his fears and desires may well be enough to rip the SWAT Kats apart now that Jake is serious about Felina. Disclaimers: Not mine, but TPTB weren't letting them play. Notes: I write notes, Vorex doesn't. We have no organized plan or notes between us as we writes this, we just put out a part at a time and the next one is the other's response. It's basically his ChanceMuse and my JakeMuse in relationship hell via RPG. -- Rauhnee (back on line from loosing both hard drives) ________________________________________________________________________ ________________________________________________________________________ Message: 2 Date: Fri, 23 Mar 2001 13:51:17 -0800 From: Rauhnee Ranshanka Subject: FIC: Secrets Too Deep 1 by Vorex Dark Desires T-Bone lay on the bed, naked but for his mask, trying to keep himself from throwing up. He wasn't sure how long he'd been lying there but gathering the energy to stand just seemed to be beyond him. He didn't want to think about getting up, about leaving this hotel room or about going back home. If he started thinking about things then he'd have to think about what had happened this evening, and then he really would throw up. The very thought of it, of the only thing inside him he had to bring up, set his stomach churning even more. He groaned and rolled out of the bed onto the floor, ignoring the ache under his tail as he moved. He stayed down on his hands and knees for a moment before struggling to his feet. He slowly made his way across the room to the fridge, crabbing one of the cans of cheap soft-drink inside. He threw his head back and gulped it down, the sweet liquid soothing his stomach and washing the taste of Feral out of his mouth. Bile rose to the back of his throat at the thought and he coughed and spluttered around half a mouthful of cola, spraying most of it out across the carpet. Feral. No matter now much he tried to ignore it he couldn't deny what had happened. Feral had forced himself into T-Bone's body, and the SWAT Kat had Feral's seed in his stomach and under his tail, more of it than he'd ever thought one Kat could produce. He finished the soft drink and tossed the can into the bin, staggering back across the room and through the door into the bathroom. He stripped his mask off as he stepped into the shower, throwing next to his street clothes which lay neatly folded on the bench, and turned on a heavy stream of hot water. He stood beneath the showerhead, trembling softly as he let the water run over his body. He hung his head and leaned against the frosted glass wall, unable to keep the thoughts of it at bay any longer. The urge to vomit had passed but he wrapped his arms around his chest as he thought of himself bound and gagged on the floor in the bedroom, Feral's hands moving slowly and confidently across every inch of fur. That hadn't been the worst thing, though. Nor had it been when he'd had to beg Feral to stop fucking him, or the way he'd gagged as he was forced to take he Kat's cock deeper and deeper into his throat. The worst thing, the most horrible thing was that Chance had let him do it. Despite the struggling and the cursing and the time he'd actually managed to bit his former commander, there's never been any real question that Feral would be getting what he wanted. After all, Chance had come here freely, even risking the possibility that Feral would tear his mask off and discover who the SWAT Kats really were. "And what the fuck is up with that?" he asked himself, hating the thin wretched note in his voice. His eyes fell on the small bottles of soap provided by the hotel and he unscrewed the tops of them, choosing the one with the strongest scent and starting to rub it into his fur. There was absolutely no way he could go back home covered in Feral's scent. Though Jake had never come out and said anything about it, Chance knew his partner had a much better sense of smell than he did himself, and could usually tell when Chance had been out rolling with some fem-kat. After the screaming argument they'd had this afternoon Jake would be mad enough at him if he jumped to that conclusion, but it he somehow found out what had really happened … Chance didn't want to think about it. His sheath pulsed hot with blood as his soap slicked fingers moved between his legs. He snarled softly as he felt Feral's fingers reaching out of memory to tease him, though anger faded to a familiar sickening feeling in his stomach as his cock began to emerge from it's sheath. "No way," he growled, anger flaring again. "I am not getting off on this." His finished cleaning himself as quickly as possible, doing his best to ignore the erect flesh between his legs, and the way it twitched as the cleaned up under his tail. He dried himself quickly and thoroughly, suddenly anxious to leave this hotel and everything that had happened here behind him. His movements became more and more hurried as he dressed, jamming the T-Bone mask into the inner pocked of his jacket He let out a exasperated growl as he was putting his second boot on, his foot uncomfortably scrunching something inside. He pulled out a small piece of paper bearing an e-mail address and the word 'Anytime' scrawled in Feral's unmistakable handwriting. Chance snarled and slid the paper into his pocket beside his mask as he hurried out of the room. He was going to throw it into one of the bins in the foyer. He was. -- End ________________________________________________________________________ ________________________________________________________________________ Message: 3 Date: Fri, 23 Mar 2001 13:51:25 -0800 From: Rauhnee Ranshanka Subject: FIC: Secrets Too Deep 2 by Rauhnee Title: Comfort Is Where You Find It Series: Secrets Too Deep 2 Sequel to Dark Desires by Vorex Date: March 15, 2001 Author: Rauhnee Ranshanka Email: GateKat@SWATKats.net Fandom: SWAT Kats Parings: Jake Clawson/ Felina Feral Jake Clawson/ Chance Furlong Rating: NC-17 for M/F Codes: Slash (M/M), Het (M/F), Established Relationships Status: New. Finished. Website: http://www.Shadowynd.com/~rauhnee Spoilers: None. Summary: After a blow out fight with Chance, Jake takes comfort in the arms of the one that caused the fight, gets the fright of his life and a whole new set of problems. Disclaimers: Not mine, but TPTB weren't letting them play. Notes: Some comments on SWATKats_Adult lead to Vorex writing a story (Dark Desires). Some more made him 'offer' it as a round robin type item to me for Jake's parts. Needlessly to say at this point, I bit. Previous parts are at http://www.Shadowynd.com/~rauhnee/SWATKats/Secrets_Deep.html +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ "Jake!" Felina opened her apartment door as the sun set and quickly pulled the dejected-looking Kat in. "You okay?" "Physically, yah." He sniffed the air and backed towards to door. "I'm sorry, I ..." "Don't you _dare_." The tall, dark shekat growled softly. "Dinner can wait." She softened and pulled him close, catching a pungent nosefull of anger turned to despairing fear and tipped his chin up. "What happened?" "I'm sorry, Fel ..." He pulled away from her fingers and buried his face against her chest. The tears he'd kept back for nearly three hours finally escaped his control. "I'm so sorry ...." She held him, doing her best to hold back the urge to interrogate the truth out of him, at least until he stopped sobbing. She wasn't very sure which disturbed her more; that he _was_ crying, or that he'd encountered something that could cause him to. ***** ================ ***** Felina Feral lay in her bed; too disturbed to sleep, too concerned for the sleeping tom curled against her side to dare move, much less get up. It had taken far too long to coax him to settle down to risk disturbing him. Her mind drifted through possibilities, and just as quickly discarded them. Perhaps he'd broken the law and was afraid of how she'd take it -- but she was sure she would have heard about it already, and pretty sure he knew it wouldn't matter _that_ much to her. It could have been an accident. His anger _had_ turned to disturbed fear. But again, she should have heard about it. There was no way her 'friends' at HQ wouldn't jump at the opportunity to point out that her choice in lovers was less than desirable, again. An affair? A fling she hadn't agreed to? Surely he knew she wouldn't be _that_ angry. Not after all the squirming he did trying to tell her about him sleeping with Chance. Or maybe it was that ... or at least something about Chance. The tabby _was_ one of the centerpoints of Jake's life. She'd heard them argue about the tabby's dating habits before. Not that she could ever make much sense of the two tom's relationship, but it would hardly be the first time Chance had hurt Jake deeply, intentionally or not. And of course, there were always the other aspects to the toms' relationship -- being business partners, seeing each other nearly 24/7, having to work together under the shadow of the past, being the SWAT Kats and all that implied. Despite extreme curiosity, she wasn't so sure she wanted to know how Jake did it. How the SWAT Kats equipment came about. A slight shifting of the body of lean muscle next to her caught Felina's attention and she looked down to meet distressed amber eyes. "Mind telling me what that was all about?" "I'd rather not." He murmured, then took a deep breath and inched away from her. "But I'm going to have too." Felina narrowed her eyes at his resigned tone and pulled him against her, fur on fur. She caressed his back, kneading hard muscles that were even more tense than usual. She smiled as he relaxed fractionally, almost against his will. "It can't be as bad as you think." Jake closed his eyes and drew a deep breath before speaking, his voice nearly dead. "I can't see you any more." "What?" Felina froze completely. "_*Why*_?" "Felina. I care for you ... too much." He bit his lip and met wide brown eyes. "I ... I'm to the point I'm not willing to keep secrets from you." He dropped his head to avoid her searching gaze. "But my biggest secret isn't just mine. And my ... partner ... refused to agree to me telling you." "You're biggest secret?" Felina's brain raced, plotting at a speed that would make her Uncle proud. She cocked her head and asked gently. "You mean that you're Razor?" It was Jake's turn to freeze in pure shock and scramble for answers. "How ... how did you know?" He asked very quietly. "It wasn't that hard to figure out." She kissed him tenderly. "Between Chance's flying style and your gift for building things, plus the timing of when you missed a date, and a few other things." "I get it." He relaxed with a whoosh of air and kissed her soundly. "Thank you for being so smart, Fel." "Thank me by making dinner." She chuckled, then got a wicked look in her eye and ran a hand from his hip to tickle his balls. "Mmm, but first and appetizer." "Anything you want, Fel." Jake rolled to his back as she tossed the covers back and raked a possessive gaze over him. "I have what I want." The dark brown shekat purred deeply as she ran strong hands along his body, pushing the fur against the grain before settling both on his hips and brushed her cheek up his half-showing erection, thrilling in feel of rough bristles of the barbs against her skin. "Fel ... please." Jake barely breathed, his eyes desperate and hungry as she looked up. "Let me ...." "Of course, lover." She purred playfully and rolled to her arms and knees, her crotch over his mussel. She shivered in anticipation as he grabbed her hips and sought the best position. The first touch of his tongue brought a rumbling groan from her as the slick underside pushed through her labia. He circled it just inside her body, bringing first the rough front of his tongue, then the silky backside against the slick, muscular walls, happily drowning in her taste and the intoxicating whimpers and involuntary thrusting of her hips. She let her head drop between his legs, nearly oblivious to everything but his tongue as he shifted his head just slightly to slide up the deep crease between swollen flesh to tease her glistening, erect clit with the lightest of touches. "No ... more." Felina managed to groan when he rolled his tongue, rough side up, back to her throbbing opening. A deep chuckle reverberating against her crotch and his casual obedience answered as she nearly screamed with the first rolling wave of n orgasm and thrust against his hard, sharp teeth. The flicker of pain only made it better as she surrendered the last of her control to the pending storm of sensation he always brought. She breathed deeply as the shuddering slowed, then leveled into a pleasant exhaustion. She made no attempt to help or hinder him as Jake gently rolled her off him and twisted to rub his entire body against hers. "Rest there, sweetheart." He kissed her deeply, letting her taste herself on him. "I'll bring breakfast." -- End: Comfort Is Where You Find It ... 1/1 by Rauhnee Ranshanka GateKat@SWATKats.Net http://www.shadowynd.com/~rauhnee/ ________________________________________________________________________ ________________________________________________________________________ Message: 4 Date: Fri, 23 Mar 2001 13:51:51 -0800 From: Rauhnee Ranshanka Subject: FIC: Secrets Too Deep 4 by Rauhnee Title: A Nervous Wreck Series: Secrets Too Deep 4 Date: March 16, 2001 Author: Rauhnee Ranshanka Email: GateKat@SWATKats.net Fandom: SWAT Kats Parings: Jake Clawson/ Felina Feral Jake Clawson/ Chance Furlong Rating: PG Codes: Het (M/F), Slash (M/M), Established Relationships Status: New. Finished. Website: http://www.Shadowynd.com/~rauhnee Spoilers: None. Summary: Felina spends the day at work, Jake spends the day at plotting and thinking. Neither turn out quite as planned, but not too far off from usual ;) Disclaimers: Not mine, but TPTB weren't letting them play. Notes: Previous parts are at http://www.Shadowynd.com/~rauhnee/SWATKats/Secrets_Deep.html +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ "What's wrong?" Lt. Feral kissed Jake softly as she readied her gear to go on shift. "Probably nothing, Fel." He shied away from the question with a fiercely possessive kiss before backing off. "Just a bad feeling." She studied him intently, then drew a breath. "I can take the day off ...." Jake stood stunned for a moment before shaking his head weakly. "No need." She cocked her head at him, trying to figure out the one piece of this puzzle she didn't have. "Jake, when was the last time you were this upset?" "Never." Came far too easily from him before he grasped her hand and pulled her tight. "A lot's happened in the last 24, I worry about you is all." He shifted to meet troubled brown eyes. "I _can't_ ask you to deny such an important part of yourself. Just like you won't ask me to give up being Razor, I can't ask you to give up being an Enforcer, no matter how we worry or hurt." "It's one of the things I love about you." She smiled tenderly. "As much as it scares you, you understand I need this." She tapped her badge. "I'll be careful." Jake caressed her arm as she turned to double check her blaster. "Give a call when you get off. I'll have dinner ready." "Hmm?" She cocked and eyebrow at him. "I'd rather not deal with Chance for a while." A hint of the anger of the previous day flared up. "Give him some time to think about not having me around." "And you some time to decide if you're going to forgive him." Felina observed dryly. "Yah. That too." He looked away from her knowing gaze. "I'm not so sure I can any more." "Just because of me?" She arched an eyebrow at him and glanced at the wall clock. "That was just the last straw." Jake shook his head quickly. "There's ... a few other things." "Jake." She caught his chin and forced him to look at her. "Just don't make a choice you'll regret because you're mad at him." "I won't, love." He stretched up to kiss her lightly. "Take care of yourself." "I will." She smiled uneasily at him before turning to leave. Jake waited until he was sure her car was well out of range before turning to do a little cleanup and let his mind wonder to it's own conclusions as he body went on autopilot. ***** ================ ***** "Goddess, I'm glad I'd already moved most my stuff to my new apartment." Jake shivered at the cold knot in his gut as he rolled his motorcycle into the Hanger from one of the side passages and parked it on the far edge of the huge area. "I'm going to miss this place, but at least I won't have to come back." He stopped dead as the TurboKat came into view and the knot turned to pain. "I'm sorry, Blackie." He patted the sleek jets' side. "Take good care of T-Bone, he needs you more than I do right now. I'll take care of you when he doesn't need you anymore. Promise." Jake turned away from the focus of most of his free time and thought for the last six years and spared a moment to find out how hard he'd have to sneak around to avoid Chance. "What the hell?" Disbelief and disgust warred with each other and the wave of relief that washed over the lean tom as he saw his partner's state, and the obvious cause of it. He cocked his head and muttered. "Well, I guess this ... _might_ ... change things. But what I came for first." He moved with quiet grace though the building, more out of habit than any concern for waking the snoring tomkat on the battered couch. With the long, heavy silver and black spiral-pattered jewelry box safely secured in the motorcycle's storage compartment he turned back, determined to not leave on a bitter note. ***** ================ ***** With the sun nearly to it's zenith Jake sat on a small table near the couch and surveyed his morning's work. The building was clearer than usual, everything in its place; even the six empty liquor bottles were cleaned out and in the recycling bin. Notes were laid out on how to do the tasks he'd always done, and the SWAT Kats gear was immaculate. All that was left was to explain the one personal possession he intended to leave in this place. "Well ... love ... when you're ready to come to _me_, I'll be here for you." He stood and shivered as he set a large silver jewelry box on the table with a note on top of it. Chance, I'd be surprised if you have any idea how much this hurts me, and I'd be even more surprised if you cared right now. I can smell the rage and hatred on you even now, and the sex and _Feral_ of all Kats. I don't care what happened that made you turn back to the bottles I got for you -- for the day I knew would come when you needed them more than you needed to stay away. It wasn't always this way. I still remember when you smiled most days. I only turned to Felina when you turned away from me. And I didn't tell her about our hobby, BTW. I didn't have too. She knew before I started seeing her. Figured it out herself. When you figure out what the thing in the box is here for, and if it means anything you want, come talk to me. I doubt I'll be hard to find. Jake The lean cinnamon tomkat fingered the paper for a while, then picked up the box and opened it. With trembling fingers he removed the thick gold engagement collar with an azure and crimson ying-yang. He hesitated, then stepped up to the couch and draped the object along Chance's throat. "I would kill to see you wear that because you wanted to, you know." Jake studied the strange image for a moment longer before returning the collar to its case and regarded his partner with a choked throat. "No, you don't know. I doubt you know I can kill. I doubt you even begin to comprehend how much I love you. Hell, I doubt you even know _what_ you want these days." He knelt next to the Kat that had been the center of his life for over seven years and brushed the worst of the hair from Chance's face. "I hope you find what you need to get through this, because it's clearly not me, and I can't let you drag me down with you." Then Jake stood returned to his bike, walking through the Hanger for the last time and tried not to stop at the TurboKat, the culmination of his lifetime's skill and experience. And the kitten he assumed he'd never have in flesh and blood. He chuckled to himself lightly as the bike started to roll out. "Like Felina's any more likely to have a kitten with me than Chance is." Then his face fell and he looked back at his only true _home_. "I'm sorry, but at least she _wants_ me." -- End: Secrets Too Deep 4 ... 1/1 by Rauhnee Ranshanka GateKat@SWATKats.Net http://www.shadowynd.com/~rauhnee/ ________________________________________________________________________ ________________________________________________________________________ Message: 5 Date: Fri, 23 Mar 2001 13:51:58 -0800 From: Rauhnee Ranshanka Subject: FIC: Secrets Too Deep 5 by Vorex Breaking Up, Breaking Down Chance gave a long, low moan and tried to roll over on the couch. It took him two tries. Once he'd been able to drink like he had last night and wake drunk enough that his hangover didn't bother him. Obviously those days were long gone. He reached up to grab a hold of the back of the couch and hauled himself up into a sitting position, rubbing at his face. Beginning to feel vaguely like himself again he cast his gaze around the room, wondering if it was worth the effort the drag himself into the kitchen. He blinked, just staring at the scene before him for a few seconds before it sunk through into his brain and he lowered his body back onto the couch. Jake had cleaned. That he had come and gone without bothering to let Chance know wasn't such a surprise, not with the condition he must have been in and the way that things had been between the two of them. But he'd cleaned, and he'd cleaned around Chance's drunken body. Even the bottles were gone. It was Jake's way, of course. Everything had to be clean and tidy and neat. He couldn't have left the place the way it was, looking lived in, he would have felt obligated. It was goodbye, and Chance knew that it was the big goodbye. The place looked like a show home. Chance sighed and dropped his head into his hands. He'd even left a note to explain, just in case Chance was too drunk or too think to understand. "It's OK Jake," he whispered softly, "I get the message. Loud and clear." He sighed softly, rubbing at his forehead and trying to gather his thoughts. He glanced over towards the phone, wondering. Jake would be at Felina's, almost certainly, but he couldn't call there. Felina could be home, and he didn't want to talk with her, not since she'd almost certainly heard that Jake and he had argued. Jake was never very good at keeping things from her. The Ferals weren't exactly his favorite people at the moment. He grabbed the phone and dialed the number for Jake's new apartment. He couldn't begin to guess when Jake might get any message he might leave, but he didn't suppose that it'd make any difference. The phone rang six … seven … eight times and chance was just beginning to wonder if Jake had even attached an answering service when it picked up. "Uhhhhh Jake it's me. Listen, please I … I just …" he trailed off as his eyes wandered around the room again. It was meticulously clean. It must have taken him almost all the morning if the whole house was like this, as Chance had no doubt it was. This wasn't something Jake had decided quickly. "Nothing. Don't worry about it. Goodbye Jake." Chance wasn't sure what he'd expected to feel sating those words, but this wasn't it. He should be sad, to be breaking with Jake after so long, he should be beside himself, or relieved that the tense agonized circling around one another was finally over. He wasn't. No more Jake. It wasn't something he'd never thought would happen but now it had and he was letting his friend slide away as though it hardly mattered, and as much as he wanted to he couldn't make himself care. No more SWAT. Without Jake there couldn't be, at least not for him. Jake would be able to provide better weapons and equipment to the Enforcers and SWAT wouldn't be necessary, or maybe Jake and Felina would fly the TurboKat. No matter how it went, T-Bone wouldn't be a part of it anymore. There had been times when SWAT had been the only spark he had to warm himself around, and now he couldn't rouse himself to the effort of trying to keep it. Maybe he was still drunk, somehow. That was a silly hope. Chance wished he was drunk, then he wouldn't have to wonder why he wasn't feeling anything. He sat silently, head in his hands, staring at the note that Jake had left sitting on top of the pretty silver box. He didn't really need to read it to know what it said. Goodbye, sorry, come see me when you've got your act together. All the things that Jake would say. Calm, sensible things. Find your own space, figure yourself out, deal with your problems. Find your own space. And why not? There was nothing to keep him here. Chance grabbed the phone and dialed. "Falcon Lines, may I help you?" The she-kat on the other end sounded professional and friendly. "When is the next bus to the Freemantle area please?" Chance asked her. "Not until Monday now, sir. It leaves at two in the afternoon." "Could I book a ticket for that?" "Certainly. Your name?" "Chance Furlong," he murmured after a few moments wondering if he should call himself something else, and deciding that was too much. "You're booked in Mr. Furlong, how will you be paying for the trip?" "Ahhhhh, can I pay in cash when I get the ticket?" "You can," she replied, the tone of her voice suggesting dubious things of the people who would want to do so, "But you'll need to collect it two hours before the trip, which would be noon." "I won't forget, thank you very much." He set the phone back down, not sure that he was doing the right thing but feeling a little better that he'd at least done something. Freemantle was a farming area, orchards and grain crops. There would always be someone looking for another pair of hands and a strong back to help out, especially with fruit picking seasons approaching. His touch keeping the machinery going might be even more appreciated. He might not be an engineering wizard like Jake, but he'd kept his share of things going long past the time they should have collapsed into a rusted heap. He was good enough. He pulled out his wallet, setting aside money for the ticket, as looked at what he had left. More than enough to keep him happily drunk in MegaKat City over the weekend, maybe even for a couple of bottles to keep him pleasantly numb while he got set up on some farm. Hell, as long as he was leaving … Chance took the stairs two at a time up to his room, not questioning his impulses, just glad to have them again after his moment of blankness. He grabbed a bag and tossed clothes into it, enough for three or four days. He tossed the bag over his shoulder, glancing around the room for anything else he might want to take. It was no big surprise that there was nothing he couldn't do without, nor that he couldn't find anything down in the living room either. His eyes fell on the phone and he hesitated for a moment. He couldn't call Felina's, and he'd sound stupid leaving another message at Jake's. He grabbed up the phone and dialed, fishing his keys out of his pocket and tossing them down on the table beside Jake's box as it rang. "Enforcers." This kat was crisp and businesslike, and probably none to happy to be manning the phones. "Lieutenant Felina Feral please." Chance asked, and waited while the other kat checked his boards. For a long moment Chance worried that she might actually be in, but he released his breath when the kat's voice returned. "The Lieutenant is out on patrol at present, would you like to leave a message?" "Please. Tell her that everything here's just as he left it, I haven't touched anything, and if they want anything then they should come down and get it because I won't be needing it." "I see," the enforcer said slowly, trying but failing to conceal his irritation. "I'll just assume that all that makes some sort of sense to her then. Your name is …?" "Chance Furlong." "And would you like to leave a num …" Chance set the phone back in it's cradle, cutting the kat off. There wouldn't have been much point in leaving a contact number anyway. He had no way of knowing when the message would reach Felina, but it couldn't possibly be before the next time she radioed in to headquarters and as long as she didn't turn up in the next two minutes it really wouldn't matter. He ran his eyes around the room one more time, checking one last time to make sure there wasn't anything he'd miss. He locked the front door on his way out, pulling his jacket close around him against the wind. It was a little colder than he'd expected, but no big problem. He walked out into the yard, his eyes running across pretty much everything. He stopped and looked at the bikes for a long moment before walking out towards the gate. If he took a bike, he wouldn't be able to drink. Besides, it wasn't like he had anywhere to get to in a hurry. -- End ________________________________________________________________________ ________________________________________________________________________ Message: 6 Date: Fri, 23 Mar 2001 13:51:41 -0800 From: Rauhnee Ranshanka Subject: FIC: Secrets Too Deep 3 by Vorex Liquid Courage It was dark and silent at the MegaKat City Salvage Yard when Chance returned, taking care to avoid all the detection mechanisms in place around the building. It didn't look like Jake was home, but if he was Chance wanted to be able to get in without him knowing. A quick look around one he was inside made it obvious that his partner definitely wasn't around, and Chance didn't need any clues to figure out where he'd gone … or more importantly to who he'd gone. "No Jake," he grumbled to himself as he made his way into the hangar where the TurboKat rested, "Of course I don't mind that you're getting all lovey with Felina. With a ranking Enforcer." He pulled the T-Bone mask from his inner Jacket pocket and tossed it into the locker with the rest of the costume, giving if a quick sniff to make sure there was noting of Feral still lingering about it. "Of course I don't mind that you want to marry a woman whose uncle I hate more than anyone else in the world, whose uncle has just tied me up and … tormented me for the last two and a half hours." Chance's bitter monolog continued as he headed back into the living room, flicking the light on now that he was sure he was alone. "Two kats who would like nothing better to see the two of us locked away for life." He shuddered at the thought of what could happen if he found himself locked in a cell if Ulysses Feral was the one holding the keys. He reached into his jacket pocket again and pulled out a small scrap of paper, an e-mail address scrawled across it. He'd meant to get rid of it as he left the hotel, but he'd realized that it really didn't make any difference. The words written on it were firmly stamped on his mind. ENFR999@katmail.com. An anonymous account with one of the largest public e-mail providers on the net. And the word 'Anytime', as though it were some sort of invitation. Surely Feral couldn't be expecting him to actually send a message to the address. He couldn't possibly think that Chance had enjoyed it … that he'd want to do it again. The kat was twisted. If Chance hadn't known that before now, the events of tonight had certainly proved it for him. "Too much thinking Chance," he murmured to himself as he stepped through into the kitchen, "But you've always known how to fix that." He opened one of the cupboards and reached a hand in, grabbing a bottle at random. Rum. Black label, over-proof rum. Perfect. He twisted the top of the bottle and lifted it to his lips, taking deep greedy swallows. The liquid burnt his throat as it went down, though it was a smooth silky burn that promised quick oblivion and a raging headache in the morning, rather than the rough sensation that so often proceeded a night of groggy haze and vomiting. He sighed softly at the familiar, welcome sensation of the alcohol as it's numb warmth began to spread through his body. He tossed his head back and lifted the bottle again, downing the rum almost as easily as he had the can of soft-drink earlier. Let Jake do whatever the hell he wanted. Chance walked back into the living room and threw himself down on the couch, taking another long swallow from the bottle of rum, reveling in the feeling of warmth as it spread throughout his body, the caress of a vice he'd long resisted. Jake thought Chance didn't know he was keeping spirits in the house, but Jake wasn't as smart as he sometimes thought he was. Obviously so, if he wanted to just spit our the secret of the SWAT Kats to the Enforcers. Of course Jake would probably do quite well out of it, with the way the Ferals had been so desperately trying to reproduce some of the weapons that Jake had designed. They'd be falling over themselves to get him into their R&D department, which was fine if you happened to be Jake Clawson. The phone rang as Chance was taking another swing from the rapidly emptying bottle, and he grumbled softly as he crossed the room to pick it up. "I don't really wanna hear it Jake," he murmured, taking one last swallow before he picked up the phone. "What?" He asked, deciding the pleasantries were best ignored. "Well," the voice on the other end replied, stretching the word out until it was almost a purr and sending shivers down Chance's spine. "If it isn't my new toy." "Fuck you Feral," Chance spat back, amazed at the gall of the kat that he'd call him here, and not even from private judging from the vague voices Chance could hear in the background "Oh no, I don't think so," the Enforcer chuckled, "Even if you begged as sweetly as you did tonight, just like a naughty kitten caught in the act." Chance's mouth hung open slightly as he realized that the other voice he could hear coming down the telephone line was his own, the moans and pleas that Feral had wrung from him as he'd been bound and defenseless. "You twisted asshole!" Chance snarled into the phone, only to have Feral's mocking laugh come back in the other direction. "Oh you'll do well, very well indeed. I'm going to enjoy giving this little kitten what he deserves." "Like hell you will! I don't know what game you're playing Feral, and you're damned lucky that I'd get nowhere reporting you, but I'm not going to be a part of it." "Oh really now?" Feral's voice carried an amused note underneath the words. "We'll see about that but a truly naughty kitten, a tough kitten, a street kitten, might learn to love the lash. I'll see you kneeling at my feet again." He hung up abruptly, leaving the phone buzzing in Chance's ear. Chance slowly set the phone down, turning his eyes to the bottle. He took a quick swig and set it down on the coffee table by the couch as he passed by. He headed back into the kitchen and swung Jake's liquor cupboard open, quietly complementing Jake's taste as he picked out bottles of his favorites, all the best quality. When he walked back into the living room he was carrying five bottles which he put down beside the rum, and then set about emptying them into his belly, drowning thought and memory in a warm, comforting darkness. -- End ________________________________________________________________________ ________________________________________________________________________ Your use of Yahoo! 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FIC: Secrets Too Deep 2.NC-17 M/M M/F From: Rauhnee Ranshanka ________________________________________________________________________ ________________________________________________________________________ Message: 1 Date: Thu, 15 Mar 2001 09:17:52 -0800 From: Rauhnee Ranshanka Subject: FIC: Secrets Too Deep 2.NC-17 M/M M/F Title: Comfort Is Where You Find It Series: Secrets Too Deep 2 Sequel to Dark Desires by Vorex Date: March 15, 2001 Author: Rauhnee Ranshanka Email: GateKat@SWATKats.net Fandom: SWAT Kats Parings: Jake Clawson/ Felina Feral Jake Clawson/ Chance Furlong Rating: NC-17 for M/F Codes: Slash (M/M), Het (M/F), Established Relationships Status: New. Finished. Website: http://www.Shadowynd.com/~rauhnee Spoilers: None. Summary: After a blow out fight with Chance, Jake takes comfort in the arms of the one that caused the fight, gets the fright of his life and a whole new set of problems. Disclaimers: Not mine, but TPTB weren't letting them play. Notes: Some comments on SWATKats_Adult lead to Vorex writing a story (Dark Desires). Some more made him 'offer' it as a round robin type item to me for Jake's parts. Needlessly to say at this point, I bit. Previous parts are at http://www.Shadowynd.com/~rauhnee/SWATKats/Secrets_Deep.html +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ "Jake!" Felina opened her apartment door as the sun set and quickly pulled the dejected-looking Kat in. "You okay?" "Physically, yah." He sniffed the air and backed towards to door. "I'm sorry, I ..." "Don't you _dare_." The tall, dark shekat growled softly. "Dinner can wait." She softened and pulled him close, catching a pungent nosefull of anger turned to despairing fear and tipped his chin up. "What happened?" "I'm sorry, Fel ..." He pulled away from her fingers and buried his face against her chest. The tears he'd kept back for nearly three hours finally escaped his control. "I'm so sorry ...." She held him, doing her best to hold back the urge to interrogate the truth out of him, at least until he stopped sobbing. She wasn't very sure which disturbed her more; that he _was_ crying, or that he'd encountered something that could cause him to. ***** ================ ***** Felina Feral lay in her bed; too disturbed to sleep, too concerned for the sleeping tom curled against her side to dare move, much less get up. It had taken far too long to coax him to settle down to risk disturbing him. Her mind drifted through possibilities, and just as quickly discarded them. Perhaps he'd broken the law and was afraid of how she'd take it -- but she was sure she would have heard about it already, and pretty sure he knew it wouldn't matter _that_ much to her. It could have been an accident. His anger _had_ turned to disturbed fear. But again, she should have heard about it. There was no way her 'friends' at HQ wouldn't jump at the opportunity to point out that her choice in lovers was less than desirable, again. An affair? A fling she hadn't agreed to? Surely he knew she wouldn't be _that_ angry. Not after all the squirming he did trying to tell her about him sleeping with Chance. Or maybe it was that ... or at least something about Chance. The tabby _was_ one of the centerpoints of Jake's life. She'd heard them argue about the tabby's dating habits before. Not that she could ever make much sense of the two tom's relationship, but it would hardly be the first time Chance had hurt Jake deeply, intentionally or not. And of course, there were always the other aspects to the toms' relationship -- being business partners, seeing each other nearly 24/7, having to work together under the shadow of the past, being the SWAT Kats and all that implied. Despite extreme curiosity, she wasn't so sure she wanted to know how Jake did it. How the SWAT Kats equipment came about. A slight shifting of the body of lean muscle next to her caught Felina's attention and she looked down to meet distressed amber eyes. "Mind telling me what that was all about?" "I'd rather not." He murmured, then took a deep breath and inched away from her. "But I'm going to have too." Felina narrowed her eyes at his resigned tone and pulled him against her, fur on fur. She caressed his back, kneading hard muscles that were even more tense than usual. She smiled as he relaxed fractionally, almost against his will. "It can't be as bad as you think." Jake closed his eyes and drew a deep breath before speaking, his voice nearly dead. "I can't see you any more." "What?" Felina froze completely. "_*Why*_?" "Felina. I care for you ... too much." He bit his lip and met wide brown eyes. "I ... I'm to the point I'm not willing to keep secrets from you." He dropped his head to avoid her searching gaze. "But my biggest secret isn't just mine. And my ... partner ... refused to agree to me telling you." "You're biggest secret?" Felina's brain raced, plotting at a speed that would make her Uncle proud. She cocked her head and asked gently. "You mean that you're Razor?" It was Jake's turn to freeze in pure shock and scramble for answers. "How ... how did you know?" He asked very quietly. "It wasn't that hard to figure out." She kissed him tenderly. "Between Chance's flying style and your gift for building things, plus the timing of when you missed a date, and a few other things." "I get it." He relaxed with a whoosh of air and kissed her soundly. "Thank you for being so smart, Fel." "Thank me by making dinner." She chuckled, then got a wicked look in her eye and ran a hand from his hip to tickle his balls. "Mmm, but first and appetizer." "Anything you want, Fel." Jake rolled to his back as she tossed the covers back and raked a possessive gaze over him. "I have what I want." The dark brown shekat purred deeply as she ran strong hands along his body, pushing the fur against the grain before settling both on his hips and brushed her cheek up his half-showing erection, thrilling in feel of rough bristles of the barbs against her skin. "Fel ... please." Jake barely breathed, his eyes desperate and hungry as she looked up. "Let me ...." "Of course, lover." She purred playfully and rolled to her arms and knees, her crotch over his mussel. She shivered in anticipation as he grabbed her hips and sought the best position. The first touch of his tongue brought a rumbling groan from her as the slick underside pushed through her labia. He circled it just inside her body, bringing first the rough front of his tongue, then the silky backside against the slick, muscular walls, happily drowning in her taste and the intoxicating whimpers and involuntary thrusting of her hips. She let her head drop between his legs, nearly oblivious to everything but his tongue as he shifted his head just slightly to slide up the deep crease between swollen flesh to tease her glistening, erect clit with the lightest of touches. "No ... more." Felina managed to groan when he rolled his tongue, rough side up, back to her throbbing opening. A deep chuckle reverberating against her crotch and his casual obedience answered as she nearly screamed with the first rolling wave of n orgasm and thrust against his hard, sharp teeth. The flicker of pain only made it better as she surrendered the last of her control to the pending storm of sensation he always brought. She breathed deeply as the shuddering slowed, then leveled into a pleasant exhaustion. She made no attempt to help or hinder him as Jake gently rolled her off him and twisted to rub his entire body against hers. "Rest there, sweetheart." He kissed her deeply, letting her taste herself on him. "I'll bring breakfast." -- End: Comfort Is Where You Find It ... 1/1 by Rauhnee Ranshanka GateKat@SWATKats.Net http://www.shadowynd.com/~rauhnee/ ________________________________________________________________________ ________________________________________________________________________ Your use of Yahoo! Groups is subject to http://docs.yahoo.com/info/terms/ Subject: [SWATKats_FanFic] Digest Number 99 Date: 18 Mar 2001 10:20:50 -0000 From: SWATKats_FanFic@yahoogroups.com To: SWATKats_FanFic@yahoogroups.com ------------------------ Yahoo! Groups Sponsor ---------------------~-~> Make good on the promise you made at graduation to keep in touch. 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Tripod is deleting fansites of all kinds (slash, het, gen, fanfic, fanart, clean and adult), even sites that only have links to them, without warning. A lot are already gone, the rest are likely to follow. Angelfire is also owned by the parent company, so those sites are likely in danger as well. If your site is already gone, you may be able to retrieve lost pages from Google's cache, go to Google and search for your site and then click on the Cache link. But you gotta work fast before Google updates their cache. Other companies that are owned by Lycos (the parent company named) Tripod Lycos Communications Angelfire Quote.com Whowhere? Lycos Gamesville Hot Bot Hot Wired html GEAR Sonique Media Player webmonkey Wired News Matchmaker -- Rauhnee ________________________________________________________________________ ________________________________________________________________________ Your use of Yahoo! Groups is subject to http://docs.yahoo.com/info/terms/