Born To Kill!
By: Mikolai
The attic bedroom had the scent of old wood mixed with cheap cologne, which was sprayed so heavily to mask something deeper. Band posters, curling at the edges due to years of heat, were haphazardly tacked across the sloped ceiling. A single mattress, with a fitted sheet stretched tight over its lumpy foam, sat in the corner, decorated with faded basketball logos. Surrounding it was a loose ring of empty soda cans and crumpled snack wrappers, as if claiming the space.

Exposed beams cut across the ceiling, their rough grain catching on stray socks flung too high. From one dangled a set of frayed resistance bands, their handles swaying slightly whenever the floorboards groaned. A skateboard leaned against the wall, its grip tape peeling like sunburnt skin, while dumbbells, rusted at the collars, sat half-hidden under a pile of unwashed gym shorts. The air hummed with the vibration of a distant fan, its blades clicking against a wire guard like a metronome counting down to nothing.

Jace was already sprawled across the mattress when the attic door creaked open, his lean frame taking up space without apology. At fourteen, his kangaroo build was all coiled muscle under tawny fur, the kind of athleticism that looked effortless until he moved, and then it was all spring-loaded precision. His russet-brown eyes tracked the newcomer with lazy intensity, pupils narrowing against the bare bulb swinging overhead.

He wore a sleeveless tank top that clung to his torso, the fabric stretched thin across his shoulders, the hem riding up just enough to show the dark line of fur trailing down his stomach. His shorts were frayed at the seams, the kind he’d outgrown months ago but refused to replace, riding low enough to expose the wiry strength of his thighs. His hair, short, messy, the same color as his fur, was pushed back from his forehead in a way that suggested he’d tried to tame it before giving up.

His eyes, sharp and calculating beneath thick brows, scanned the room before settling on Evan. The Lucario boy stood in the doorway, his blue and black fur matted with sweat from the summer heat, the spikes along his arms and chest glistening under the dim attic light. His black, snug shorts hugged his hips, the waistband riding low enough to reveal the jut of his hipbones. His sneakers, scuffed at the toes, were unlaced, the tongues flopping against his ankles as he shifted his weight.

"Took you long enough," Jace said, stretching his arms behind his head, the muscles in his torso flexing beneath his fur. His voice was casual, but there was an edge to it, a tension humming just beneath the surface. "Thought you might’ve chickened out." Evan blinked, his ears twitching slightly, the blue tufts atop his head swaying as he stepped forward. His tail flicked once, twice, the appendage curling slightly at the tip, a nervous habit Jace had noticed months ago.

Evan grinned, sharp canines flashing, his crimson eyes bright in the dim attic light. "Nah," he said, shrugging, the motion making the spikes along his forearms glint. "Just had to ditch my foster parents." His voice was light, but his fingers twitched at his sides, claws retracting and extending in a staccato rhythm. He didn’t mention how his pulse had kicked up the moment he’d climbed the stairs, how his stomach had twisted with anticipation.

Jace watched him, the corner of his mouth quirking. He knew that look, the way Evan’s tail curled just slightly at the tip when he was trying to play it cool. Pushing off the mattress, Jace stood, his bare feet silent against the worn floorboards. He closed the distance between them in three easy strides, his body moving with the kind of lazy confidence that made Evan’s breath hitch. "Good," Jace murmured, his voice low, rough around the edges like gravel under tires. He reached out, fingers brushing Evan’s jaw, tilting his face up.

Evan’s crimson eyes flickered, pupils dilating as Jace leaned in, their noses almost touching. The attic air smelled like sweat and the faint musk of weed clinging to their fur, the scent thickening between them. Jace didn’t rush, didn’t push, just hovered there, letting Evan squirm, letting him feel the heat radiating off his body. Evan swallowed, his claws flexing, digging into his palms. He knew what came next. They had done this enough times that his body reacted before his brain caught up, his pulse hammering against his ribs.

Jace kissed him slowly, deliberately, the way he always did when he wanted something. His lips were chapped, rough against Evan’s, his tongue sliding in with practiced ease. Evan shuddered, his tail curling tight against his back as Jace’s hands slid down his sides, fingers catching on the waistband of his shorts. The kiss tasted like cheap soda and the lingering bitterness of whatever Jace had smoked earlier, the kind of taste Evan had learned to crave over the last few months. He leaned into it, his claws skittering against Jace’s ribs, the fur there soft under his fingertips.

When Jace pulled back, his breath was warm against Evan’s muzzle. “Missed you,” he murmured, though they both knew that wasn’t the whole truth. His fingers traced the line of Evan’s collarbone, blunt nails scraping lightly over blue fur and a short, sleeveless shirt. The attic fan clicked unevenly above them, its rhythm syncopated with the pounding of Evan’s heart. Jace’s grip tightened suddenly, his thumb pressing into the hollow of Evan’s throat. “You trust me, right?”

Evan’s ears flicked backward before he could stop them. “Yeah,” he said, too fast, the word cracking at the edges. He cleared his throat. “Obviously.” His claws tapped against Jace’s hips, restless.

Jace smirked, slowly and knowingly, his thumb still pressed to Evan’s windpipe. The pressure wasn’t enough to hurt, just enough to remind him it was there. “Good.” He leaned in again, lips grazing Evan’s jaw, his voice dropping to a murmur. “Been reading about something.” His breath hitched against Evan’s fur, warm and uneven. “Wanna try it?”

Evan swallowed hard, claws flexing against Jace’s hips. He didn’t ask what. The way Jace’s fingers lingered on his throat was answer enough. Months of late-night whispers, hands under waistbands, stolen moments between the creaking floorboards of this attic had led here. Evan had let Jace push boundaries, his own shaky ones, farther each time. The weed helped. The way Jace kissed and fucked him as he owned him helped more.

Jace pulled back just enough to watch Evan’s face, his russet eyes dark. “Ever heard of breath play?” His thumb stroked Evan’s pulse point, slow circles that made the Lucario boy shiver. Evan shook his head, but his tail curled tight against his thigh, the tip twitching. Jace exhaled through his nose, the sound almost amused. “Makes everything… sharper.” His free hand trailed down Evan’s chest, claws catching on fur. “You like it when I strangle you, right?”

Evan’s breath stuttered. He did. The sharpness, the way pain bled into pleasure until he couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began. Jace knew that. Knew how Evan’s claws would dig into his back when teeth met skin, how his hips would jerk like a live wire. “Yeah,” Evan admitted, voice thin.

Jace’s grin was all teeth. “This’ll be better.” His hand slid from Evan’s throat to the back of his neck, fingers tangling in the thicker fur there. He guided Evan backward until his knees hit the mattress, the foam sighing under their combined weight. The resistance bands overhead hanging from a beam swayed slightly, their frayed ends brushing Evan’s shoulders as Jace pushed him down.

Evan’s breath came quicker now, his ribs rising and falling under Jace’s palm. The attic air was thick with the scent of their sweat, the musk of arousal threading through it like a live wire. “Trust me,” Jace murmured again, though it wasn’t a question this time. His claws scraped lightly over Evan’s hipbone, the touch just shy of painful. Evan arched into it, his tail thrashing once against the mattress.

Jace reached over to the pile of clothes beside the bed, pulling out a crumpled baggie half-hidden under a sock. The weed inside was dry, crumbly, the kind they’d been smoking since spring. He pinched some between his claws, rolling it into a joint with quick, efficient motions. The paper caught easily when he lit it, the flame flickering orange in the dim light. He took a long drag before passing it to Evan, exhaling smoke through his nose. “Loosen you up,” he said, watching Evan’s throat work as he inhaled.

Evan coughed slightly, the smoke burning his lungs, but he held it in until his vision blurred at the edges. The high hit fast, softening the sharp lines of the attic, making Jace’s hands feel warmer where they touched him. His claws relaxed against the mattress, the tension in his tail unwinding. Jace took the joint back, his fingers brushing Evan’s lips as he did. “See?” he murmured, smoke curling from his mouth. “Better already.”

The weed made everything slow, syrupy. Evan’s pulse still hammered, but it felt distant, like an echo. Jace’s claws traced the line of his throat again, this time pressing just a little harder. Evan swallowed against the pressure, his breath hitching. “Just gonna make it… intense,” Jace said, his voice rough. He leaned down, nipping at Evan’s ear, sharp teeth catching the sensitive edge. “You’ll love it,” as the boys finish the weed off.

Evan shuddered, his tail twitching against the mattress. Jace pulled back, his eyes gleaming in the dim light, and yanked his tank top off in one smooth motion. His fur was mussed underneath, tawny and thick, darker where it trailed down his stomach. Evan’s gaze dropped instinctively to the waistband of Jace’s shorts, already tented, the fabric straining.

Jace smirked, kicking his shorts off with his foot, letting them pool on the floorboards. His cock hung heavy between his thighs, half-hard and uncut, the foreskin bunched at the base of the flushed tip. A dense patch of darker fur curled at the base, glistening slightly with sweat. Evan’s breath hitched.

Evan hesitated for only a second before peeling off his own shirt, the fabric catching on his forearm spikes. His chest fur was matted down in places, darker blue where sweat had soaked through. He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his shorts, pushing them down his hips in one rough motion. They caught around his ankles, tangled with his unlaced sneakers, and he kicked free with a grunt. Next, he kicked off his shoes.

The air felt cooler against his bare skin, but the weight of Jace’s gaze burned hotter. Evan’s cock hung soft between his thighs, thick even flaccid, the foreskin wrinkled loosely over the tip. A dense tuft of black fur curled at the base, slightly darker than the rest of his blue fur. Jace exhaled sharply through his nose, his pupils blown wide as he raked his claws down Evan’s stomach.

“Stay here,” Jace murmured, stepping back, his bare feet silent on the creaking floorboards. He crossed the attic to a battered closet tucked under the eaves, its door hanging crooked on its hinges. Inside, shadows swallowed everything, but the glint of rusted hangers and the faint outline of junk piled high. Jace rummaged for a moment before emerging with two lengths of frayed rope and a wobbly wooden stool, its legs uneven from years of neglect. The stool groaned when he set it down.

Evan watched, his tail twitching against the mattress. His claws flexed once, then stilled. Jace tossed one rope onto the bed and held the other taut between his hands, testing its strength with a sharp yank. “Stand up,” he said, not looking at Evan, his voice low and rougher than usual. Evan obeyed, his muscles coiled tight as he rose, the mattress sighing beneath him. The weed still swam in his veins, dulling the edges of his nerves but not enough to mask the way his pulse jumped when Jace stepped behind him.

Jace’s breath ghosted over Evan’s shoulder blades as he looped the rope around his wrists. The fibers bit into his fur, coarse and unforgiving. Jace tied the knot with quick, efficient movements, the rope tightening with each twist until Evan’s arms were locked behind his back, his shoulder blades straining. “Try,” Jace murmured, his lips brushing Evan’s ear. Evan flexed his arms, the rope creaking but not giving an inch. His claws scraped uselessly against his own fur. A shiver ran down his spine, half anticipation, half something sharper.

Without another word, Jace grabbed the stool and dragged it beneath one of the attic’s low-hanging beams. The wood groaned under his weight as he climbed onto it, his claws sinking into the beam for balance. He looped the second rope over it, the frayed end swaying as he worked it into a crude noose. Evan’s breath hitched when he realized what Jace was doing. His tail flicked once, twice, the tip curling tight against his thigh. “Step up,” Jace ordered as he got down, jerking his chin toward the stool. His eyes were dark, pupils blown wide, the crimson almost swallowed by black.

Evan hesitated. His claws flexed against the rope binding his wrists, the fibers digging into his fur. The attic air felt suddenly thicker, harder to pull into his lungs. Jace didn’t move, didn’t speak, just waited with the patience of a predator who knew his prey would come willingly. Evan swallowed hard and stepped onto the stool, the wood creaking ominously under his weight. His bare feet stuck slightly to the surface, tacky with old sweat and dust. The noose dangled in front of him, its rough fibers brushing his chest fur.

Jace’s hands were steady as he lifted the loop over Evan’s head, adjusting it so the knot sat snug against the back of his neck. The rope smelled musty, like old gym bags left too long in the damp. Evan’s breath hitched when the scratchy fibers grazed his throat, his pulse jumping visibly beneath his fur. “Easy,” Jace murmured, his voice rough with something Evan couldn’t name. He adjusted the noose with careful precision, his claws occasionally catching in Evan’s fur. “Just breathe.”

Evan’s tail lashed once, stiff and twitchy. His claws flexed uselessly behind his back, rope biting deeper with every movement. The stool wobbled under his feet, one leg shorter than the others, and his stomach lurched with the unstable tilt. Jace stepped back, surveying his work with a slow blink. His own breathing was uneven, his cock twitching against his thigh. “Gonna feel so good,” he muttered, more to himself than Evan.

Jace settled onto the edge of the mattress, his weight making the springs groan. His claws dragged lazily up his own thigh, tracing the wiry muscle there before curling around his cock. He stroked himself slowly, tawny fur ruffling under his touch. Evan watched, throat working against the noose. Every swallow made the rope shift, the fibers scraping his windpipe. The stool creaked as he shifted his weight, trying to steady himself without moving too much. Jace smirked, his thumb swiping over the head of his cock, smearing precum down the shaft. “Don’t squirm,” he murmured. “Makes it worse.”

The stool groaned again, its uneven legs straining under Evan’s weight. One of them, the left, was split halfway up, the wood splintered and pale where it wasn’t darkened by age. Jace had noticed it weeks ago when he’d dragged the stool in here. Had tested it with his own weight, feeling the leg wobble dangerously. Now he watched it, his grip tightening around himself, breath hitching as Evan’s toes curled against the stool’s surface.

Evan’s breath came quicker, his chest rising and falling in shallow bursts. The rope around his neck wasn’t tight enough to cut off his air, not yet, but every shift of his weight made it dig deeper into his fur. His claws flexed behind his back, the rope there biting harder in response. Jace’s gaze flicked between Evan’s face and the damaged stool’s leg, his own pulse thudding in his ears.

The stool groaned louder this time, the sound like a warning. Jace’s fingers tightened around his cock, stroking faster now, his breath ragged. He could see the exact moment Evan realized something was wrong, the way his crimson eyes widened, his tail stiffening mid-twitch. The left leg of the stool gave first, the wood splintering with a sharp crack. Evan’s weight tilted, his balance gone in an instant, and then the stool kicked out from under him entirely, skidding across the floorboards with a screech.

Evan dropped, just a few inches, but enough. The noose jerked tight around his throat with a sickening snap of rope fibers. His feet flailed, toes barely brushing the ground, unable to find purchase. The beam above creaked under the sudden weight, dust sifting down like fine snow. Evan’s bound wrists twisted behind him, claws scrabbling at the rope uselessly as his chest heaved. A wet, choked sound escaped him, half-gasp, half-groan, his tongue lolling between sharp teeth.

Jace didn’t move from the mattress. He watched, transfixed, as Evan’s body convulsed, the muscles in his thighs and stomach jumping under blue fur. The Lucario’s tail thrashed wildly, smacking against its own legs in frantic, uncoordinated jerks. His crimson eyes bulged, veins spiderwebbing through the whites, pupils blown wide with panic. Saliva dripped from his muzzle, stringy and thick, pooling on the floorboards beneath his twitching toes.

The rope creaked under Evan’s weight, the fibers tightening with every desperate twist of his body. His cock, now fully hard, jutted obscenely between his thighs, flushed dark and twitching with each choked gasp. Sweat beaded along his fur, making it clump in damp patches across his chest and stomach. Jace exhaled sharply through his nose, his own arousal, a hot, insistent pulse between his legs. He’d imagined this moment for months, Evan’s body strung up like prey, his strength useless, his life measured in the ragged, wet sounds tearing from his throat.

Evan’s claws flexed behind his back, the rope biting deeper with each jerky movement. His muzzle opened and closed like a fish hauled onto land, his tongue lolling, spit dripping in thick strands. The attic smelled like terror now, sharp and metallic beneath the musk of sweat and weed. His tail lashed wildly, the fur standing on end, the tip smacking against his calves with enough force to leave red marks.

Jace’s fingers tightened around his own cock, stroking in time with Evan’s convulsions. The kangaroo boy’s breath came in ragged bursts; his lips parted around a silent moan. Evan’s toes twitched inches above the floorboards, his thighs trembling with the effort to find purchase that wasn’t there. His cock, flushed a deep blue, bobbed with each spasm, precum beading at the tip before dripping down the shaft in glistening streaks.

The rope groaned overhead, the beam shuddering slightly under the strain. Evan’s muzzle worked soundlessly, his tongue lolling further out, saliva pooling beneath him in a widening puddle. His crimson eyes rolled back, the whites stark against his fur, veins popping like cracked porcelain. A wet, gurgling noise bubbled up from his throat, muffled by the noose’s relentless pressure. His claws, still bound behind him, flexed weakly, the rope now stained dark where it dug into his fur.

Jace’s breath hitched, his own claws tightening around his thigh. He could see the exact moment Evan’s struggles lost their frantic edge, his convulsions slowing down to shallow twitches. The boy’s tail, once lashing violently, now trembled in sporadic jerks, the fur slick with sweat. His cock, still achingly hard, pulsed weakly, more precum dribbling down its length. The scent of musk and fear thickened the air, clinging to Jace’s fur like a second skin.

Evan’s eyelids fluttered, his crimson gaze unfocused, pupils blown so wide the red was nearly swallowed by black. His muzzle gaped, tongue limp between his teeth, saliva pooling beneath him in a glistening puddle. The rope creaked as his body sagged, his weight pulling the noose impossibly tighter. A wet, choked gasp rattled in his throat, his last attempt at breath, ragged and broken.

Jace’s claws dug into his bedsheet, his breath coming in sharp bursts. He could see the exact moment Evan’s muscles locked, his cock twitching violently as it pulsed out thick ropes of cum. It splattered against his own stomach, pooling in the dark fur between his thighs, the orgasm wracking his body with shuddering aftershocks. Evan’s tail gave one final, feeble jerk before going limp, the tip brushing the floorboards like a broken pendulum.

The kangaroo boy didn’t wait. He timed it perfectly; his own climax hit just as Evan’s crimson eyes rolled back completely, his body going slack in the noose. Jace came with a choked groan, his hips stuttering as he painted his own stomach with thick streaks. His claws left crescent marks in his thighs, the pain barely registering beneath the white-hot pleasure searing through him. In front of him, Evan’s body swayed slightly, the rope creaking under the weight, his toes twitching in tiny, arrhythmic spasms.

Jace exhaled sharply, his breath ragged, and wiped his claws on the crumpled sheets. The attic smelled like sex and sweat and something darker now, metallic and thick. He licked his lips, tasting salt and the lingering bitterness of weed, before dragging his tongue along his forearm to clean off the mess. His fur stuck in damp clumps under his touch, the taste bitter-sweet. “Fuck,” he muttered, his voice hoarse. “Made me work for it.” His eyes flicked to Evan’s limp form, the Lucario’s muzzle slack, tongue lolling grotesquely between his teeth.

He stood; his legs unsteady for a moment, and stepped closer to Evan’s swaying body. Up close, the details were sharper, the way Evan’s crimson eyes had clouded over, the faint trails of saliva drying in sticky strands down his chest. Jace’s breath hitched as he reached out, his claws grazing the blue fur of Evan’s thigh. It was still warm. His fingers trailed higher, skimming over the mess of cum splattered across Evan’s stomach. “Look at you,” Jace murmured, almost reverent. “Even dead, you’re fucking sexy.”

Evan’s cock, still rigid, twitched slightly under his touch, the flesh impossibly hot against his palm. Jace exhaled sharply, his own pulse kicking up again despite the exhaustion settling in his limbs. He dropped to his knees, the floorboards creaking beneath him, and leaned forward, his breath ghosting over the flushed tip. The scent hit him first, musky and thick, mingling with the metallic tang of death clinging to Evan’s fur. Jace licked his lips, his tongue darting out to catch a stray bead of cum before it could drip further.

He took Evan into his mouth without hesitation, the foreskin sliding easily over his tongue. The taste was bitter-sweet, the sharpness of sweat and salt blending with the lingering bitterness of Evan’s last orgasm. Jace hollowed his cheeks, sucking slowly, deliberately, his tongue working along the underside of the shaft. Evan’s body swayed faintly above him, the rope creaking with the movement, his toes brushing the floorboards in a ghost of a twitch.

Jace pulled off with a wet pop, his breath hot against the slick skin. Evan’s cock glistened in the dim attic light, the head flushed dark, still twitching faintly despite the lifelessness of the body it belonged to. Jace ran his claws along the length, watching the flesh give slightly under the pressure, still pliant. He exhaled sharply through his nose before leaning in again, this time taking Evan deeper, his nose pressing into the dense fur at the base.

The taste was different now, sharper, muskier, with none of the usual salt-sweetness of Evan’s cum. Jace’s tongue dragged along the underside, his lips tight around the shaft, his throat working as he swallowed around it. The heat was still there, the familiar weight heavy on his tongue, but the pulse was gone. No more ragged gasps above him, no more claws digging into his shoulders. Just the creak of rope and the occasional drip of spit or cum hitting the floorboards.

Jace sucked harder, his cheeks hollowing, his nose buried in the dark fur at Evan’s groin. He could feel the faintest twitch under his lips, the last stubborn twinge of nerves surrendering. His fingers dug into Evan’s thighs, blunt claws leaving crescent-shaped indents in the blue fur. The body swayed slightly, the rope groaning overhead, Evan’s toes brushing uselessly against the dust-coated wood. Jace pulled off with a wet sound, saliva stringing between his lips and Evan’s cock.

It was softening now, the flush fading from deep blue to something paler, the foreskin sliding back over the tip. Jace licked a stripe up the shaft, tasting sweat and salt and the sour tang of death creeping into the musk. He spat onto the softening length, watching the saliva slide down before wiping it away with the back of his hand. Evan’s cock lolled against his thigh, limp and spent, still glistening where Jace had cleaned it.

Jace laughed, suddenly and bright, the sound jagged in the thick attic air. He pushed to his feet, his own erection bobbing against his stomach, already half-hard again. Evan swayed gently in front of him, the rope groaning with the motion, his tongue lolling obscenely between parted teeth. His crimson eyes stared past Jace, dull and glassy, the whites streaked with burst vessels.

Jace exhaled sharply, his claws skimming over Evan’s hipbones before stepping back. His tail flicked once, restless, before he turned and crossed the attic to the closet. Inside, beneath a pile of old workout gear, he found a sturdy metal stool, one he’d stolen from the garage months ago, its legs solid and unbroken. He dragged it out, the legs scraping against the floorboards, and positioned it carefully in front of Evan’s limp body.

The kangaroo boy climbed onto the stool, his own weight making it groan but not buckle. Up here, he was eye-level with Evan’s chest, the rope still taut around his throat, the noose digging deep into blue fur. Jace’s breath hitched as he reached out, his claws tracing the curve of Evan’s ribcage, feeling the stillness beneath the fur. He swallowed hard, his own pulse thudding in his ears, before sliding his hands lower, gripping Evan’s thighs just above the knees.

The body was heavier than he’d expected, the muscles slack but still dense with wasted strength. Jace grunted as he lifted Evan’s legs, spreading them wide, the toes brushing against his chest. The scent hit him first, musk and sweat and something darker, metallic and thick. Evan’s tail hung limp between his legs, the fur matted with sweat and dust. Jace adjusted his grip, his claws sinking into the soft flesh of Evan’s inner thighs as he pulled him closer, angling his hips until the Lucario’s cock brushed against his own stomach, the foreskin sliding back to reveal the flushed tip.

Jace exhaled sharply, his own cock twitching against Evan’s thigh, the head slick with precum. He shifted his weight, the stool creaking beneath him, and pressed forward, the tip of his cock nudging against Evan’s entrance. The muscle resisted at first, tight even in death, but Jace pushed harder, his claws digging deeper into Evan’s thighs as he forced his way in. The stretch was slow, the heat lingering even as the body cooled around him. Jace groaned, his hips stuttering as he bottomed out, Evan’s body yielding with a wet, reluctant sound.

He didn’t move at first, just stayed buried to the hilt, savoring the way Evan’s insides clung to him, still warm, still tight. The rope creaked overhead as Jace shifted, adjusting his grip on Evan’s thighs, his claws leaving dark crescents in the blue fur. When he pulled out, the drag was exquisite, Evan’s body resisting even now, as if trying to keep him inside. Jace thrust back in hard, the impact jolting Evan’s limp form, his head lolling grotesquely to the side, tongue still hanging loose.

The rhythm was rough from the start, no patience left in Jace’s hips, no need to tease or draw it out. The stool beneath him groaned with every snap of his pelvis, the sound blending with the wet slap of skin and the steady creak of the rope. Evan’s cock bounced limply against his stomach, the tip dripping a thin, clear fluid that wasn’t quite cum anymore. Jace’s breath came in ragged bursts, his muzzle pressed into the crook of Evan’s neck, teeth scraping over the damp fur there.

He could taste the sweat going stale, the musk turning sour as Evan’s body cooled beneath him. The attic air was thick with it now, copper and salt and the greasy tang of weed clinging to their fur. Jace fucked harder, chasing the heat that was slipping away with every thrust, his claws leaving deeper marks in Evan’s thighs.

Evan’s body rocked with the force of it, his head lolling forward, tongue smearing spit against Jace’s shoulder. The noose kept him upright, the rope creaking ominously with each snap of Jace’s hips. Something wet dribbled from Evan’s muzzle, not just spit, something darker, thick as it dripped onto the floorboards. Jace didn’t stop to look. His own orgasm coiled low in his gut, the pressure building until his vision blurred at the edges.

Jace loved fucking dead boys, and Evan was no exception to that rule. There was something about the stillness, the way their bodies yielded without resistance, how the warmth lingered just long enough to make them seem alive beneath him. Evan’s insides were tight even in death, clinging to him like a vice, the friction almost punishing as Jace drove into him harder. The stool beneath him wobbled dangerously, one leg squeaking against the wood, but he didn’t slow down.

Evan’s cock slapped against Jace’s chest with each thrust, flaccid but still heavy, the tip smearing something slick and thin across his fur. Jace grinned, panting, and adjusted his angle just enough to grind his pelvis harder against Evan’s hips, making the dead boy’s cock drag against him in rough, uneven strokes. The foreskin caught on Jace’s chest fur, tugging obscenely with each movement, the head flushed dark even as the rest of the shaft softened.

The stool beneath Jace groaned louder, the legs scraping against the floorboards with every snap of his hips. He could feel Evan’s body cooling around him, the heat seeping away inch by inch, but the tightness remained, clenching reflexively whenever Jace pulled back, as if Evan’s muscles remembered how to resist. Jace’s claws dug deeper into Evan’s thighs, puncturing the skin this time, beads of dark blood welling up around his fingertips. The scent of it mingled with everything else, metallic and rich, making his nostrils flare.

His orgasm hit without warning, a white-hot surge that ripped through him like a live wire. Jace’s back arched, his muzzle dropping open around a silent scream as he came, his hips stuttering erratically against Evan’s limp form. Cum pulsed out in thick, uneven spurts, flooding Evan’s insides until it couldn’t hold any more. The excess dribbled out around Jace’s cock, dripping down Evan’s thighs in glistening streaks before pooling on the stool beneath them. Jace didn’t stop thrusting, riding out the aftershocks with shallow, ragged movements, each one squeezing another trickle from Evan’s abused entrance.

When it was over, Jace slumped forward, his forehead resting against Evan’s chest. The Lucario’s fur was cooler now, the musk of sweat and sex giving way to something heavier, something final. Jace exhaled sharply through his nose, his claws slowly uncurling from Evan’s thighs, leaving behind smeared crescents of blood in the blue fur. He pulled back, his softening cock slipping free with a wet, reluctant sound. Semen followed, spilling out of Evan in a slow, syrupy stream, dripping onto the stool and floor below.

The body swayed slightly, the rope creaking overhead, Evan’s toes brushing the dust-coated wood in a lazy pendulum swing. Jace watched, his breath still uneven, as more cum oozed from Evan’s gaping hole, pooling briefly before gravity pulled it downward in glistening strands. The scent of it mixed with the attic’s stale air, bitter and thick, undercut by the metallic tang of blood and something darker, something that clung to the back of Jace’s throat.

He stepped off the stool and back, admiring his work, his own cum streaked across his thighs and stomach. Evan hung perfectly, his muzzle slack, tongue lolling, his crimson eyes clouded over like frosted glass. Thirteen, Jace thought, his tail twitching. Thirteen kills, each one better than the last. He reached out, tracing a claw down Evan’s chest, feeling the cooling fur beneath his touch. “Fuck,” he muttered, grinning. “You were perfect.”

The attic door creaked open without warning. Jace didn’t turn immediately; he knew the heavy footfalls, the way the floorboards groaned under his father’s weight. The scent hit him first, musky, thick, the same sweat and old blood smell that clung to the man’s fur.

"Thirteen," his father rumbled, voice low with approval. Jace finally glanced over his shoulder. The older kangaroo stood naked in the doorway, his tawny fur streaked with gray, scars crisscrossing his chest and thighs. His cock, half-hard and heavy, swung between his legs as he stepped forward, claws clicking against the wood.

The man’s dark eyes raked over Evan’s limp body, lingering on the way the rope dug into blue fur, how the boy’s tongue lolled obscenely between sharp teeth. His nostrils flared at the mingled scents of sex and death thickening the air. A slow, feral grin split his muzzle. "Good boy," he murmured, reaching out to cuff Jace’s shoulder. "Tighter knots than last time."

Jace grinned, wiping cum-smeared claws on his thigh. "Told you I practiced."

His father circled Evan's swaying corpse with slow, deliberate steps. The older kangaroo's tail twitched in approval as he studied the deep furrows where rope met flesh, the way Evan's muzzle hung slack around a bloated tongue. He reached out, gripping Evan's chin with thick fingers, tilting the lifeless face toward the dim attic light. The crimson eyes had clouded completely now, veins ruptured like spilled ink.

"Good angle on the noose," his father rumbled, claws scraping through Evan's matted chest fur. "Took his weight clean. No mess." His nostrils flared at the scent of Evan's final orgasm still clinging to the blue fur. Then his smile faltered. He jabbed a claw at the stool's splintered remains. "But this? Sloppy. What if the leg hadn't broken clean? Could've thrashed. Made noise."

Jace's tail lashed once, sharp. "It worked."

His father exhaled through his nose, the sound like a saw on wet wood. He gripped the back of Jace's neck, claws pricking skin. "Next time," he murmured, breath hot in Jace's ear, "use the garage stool. Metal legs. No surprises." His free hand slid down Jace's chest, fingers splaying over the younger kangaroo's ribs. "Or better yet, " His thumb dug into the hollow beneath Jace's sternum. "Take them to the basement first. Soften them up with the choke collar before you string them up."

Jace shivered, his fur standing on end where his father touched him. The older kangaroo's cock pressed against him, still half-hard, the heat seeping through Jace's fur. He swallowed hard, nodding. "Yeah. Yeah, okay."

His father squeezed him tighter, claws prickling lightly against Jace's ribs, his muzzle pressing into the younger boy's hair. "Good boy," he murmured again, inhaling the scent of sweat and Evan lingering in Jace's fur. His tail curled possessively around Jace's hip.

Jace leaned into the embrace, breathing in the familiar musk of his father, oil and iron and old blood beneath the tawny fur. "Grave's already dug," he said against his father's chest. "Behind the black oak, past the creek bed. Six feet deep." His claws flexed against his father's back. "No one's digging there unless they know exactly where to look."

His father chuckled, the sound vibrating through Jace's bones. He ruffled Jace's hair roughly. "Atta boy." He stepped back, his tail flicking once in satisfaction. "Now get cleaned up. Your little brother's got his first tomorrow."

Jace paused mid-step toward the attic door. His ears twitched. "Kieran?"

His father didn't slow, claws clicking down the stairs ahead of him. "Thirteen's old enough." The older kangaroo's voice carried up the narrow staircase, thick with amusement. "Your mother wants it done properly, full family witness."

Jace's claws dug into the doorframe as his pulse kicked. The thought of Kieran, gangly and soft-pawed, wrapping rope around some twitching child's throat made his own cock twitch against his thigh. He'd make sure to bring the good camera.

His father paused at the base of the stairs, the dim hall light catching the silver scars across his back. "Your mother's making chocolate cake," he said, tail flicking. "With that cream cheese icing, your brother likes." The words curled around something darker, the promise of sticky frosting and the metallic tang of a first kill clinging to the air between them.

Jace's claws flexed against the doorframe. He wouldn't miss it. Not for the world. Not for the way Kieran's paws would shake, tying the noose, or how his baby brother's breath would hitch when the stool finally kicked out from the victim. He'd film every second, the panicked thrashing, the wet gurgles, the way Kieran's cock would jerk against his thigh when realization dawned.

The attic smelled thicker now, Evan's musk souring into something darker. Jace inhaled deeply as he turned back one last time, taking in the Lucario's swaying corpse. Blue fur matted with sweat and cum, tongue swollen between slack jaws. Perfect. His father's heavy footsteps retreated downstairs, the house settling around them like a living thing. It was a good day for Jace and his family.