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It wasn’t that Seth was terrible at infiltration. He just wasn’t exactly… well, good. He was among the worst at it in his division but he still passed all of the qualification practical exams necessary to get where he is in his job today. It wouldn’t bother him, there’s no problem he can’t solve with the brute force of his fists at the end of the day, but it does get a little embarrassing to be so bad at stealth as a cat. Especially when there are big, loud, heavy, annoying dog Thiren’s in PubSec who are better at stealth than him. Embarrassment he could live with. Being beat by dogs he could live with. But if he didn’t improve his infiltration and stealth skills, he would never be able to surpass his brother. His brother was better than him at everything, the benefit of age and experience - but especially at stealth, so he’s heard. They don’t really talk, have barely seen each other even, since Seth decided to see his brother as a rival first and family second. But like any kid born to a family with overachieving older siblings, he can never escape the comparisons his senior offers draw between him and his brother. ”5 minutes?!?! Your brother could’ve stayed hidden in there for 5 days if he wanted!” Scolded a drill sergeant once. It was annoying but it gave him more fuel for the fires of his motivation. This is why Seth doesn’t protest when a slight hiccup in a mission results in the PubSec bureau demanding that Seth go back to regular stealth and infiltration training. At least until he can pass the practical test for field work with a higher score than ‘satisfactory’. He‘a unaware of who will be supervising his drills or playing the role of the bad guy. He isn’t given details of where they’ll be in the building, or any other details of the environment he’ll be infiltrating, like potential traps or cameras. All he knows is that his first drill will have exactly one ‘bad guy’ as his target. He doesn’t know if that’s because the bureau decided to take it easy on him and start him on a lower level of training first, or if they just couldn’t be bothered to spare the resources of extra man power. If the latter is true, it bodes well for him, since surely they wouldn’t waste a particularly talented officer on retraining an existing member with routine drills. When he’s dropped off outside the location of the drill, he’s pleasantly surprised to find that at least the building is familiar to him. It’s an abandoned building on the outskirts of town the bureau has used for odd jobs and out of office meetings before. It used to be an office building itself, with a small warehouse space in the ground floor. As much as the training will help him, he still doesn’t want to waste more of his precious time than necessary in retraining when it could be better spent on training up, so he endeavors to go through the process properly and try his best.
First step: scouting the area.
This part isn’t hard, the building is relatively small, about 5 floors and minimal square footage for a corporate building. He clears the outer area quickly and quietly.
Second step: gather more intel on the infiltration target.
Ideally, this would normally be done first, but seeing as he was dropped in to the drill with no preparation the order has to be adapted a bit. He goes over his memory of the building in his head. The basement contains systems like the electrical, not uncommon for this type of building. The ground floor contains a small lobby on the side of the building he currently faces, with stairs and elevator to the offices. The rest of the first floor floor space is occupied by the warehouse. This floor has the highest ceilings since the lobby height is matched to the warehouse height, and the warehouse has garage doors out the back that are big enough for trucks to load and unload through. The second floor is cubicles, storage, and conference rooms. The third and fourth floors are cubicles and offices. The fifth and final floor is executive offices. All four of the upper floors each have a kitchen, and 2 through 4 have breakrooms and singular storage closets each. The power and water supply in the building are cut.
Third step: analysis.
Given what he knows and the information he’s gathered about the building, if it were him left to hold down the fort here he would chose the third floor to stake out. The second or fourth would be potential hot zones as well. He guesses that the perpetrator will also think to place themselves near the elevators, a spot relatively central to the floor but with easy access escape routes, and with the power off being against them would keep one of the perp’s sides protected.
Fourth step: action.
He sneaks in to the side of the lobby from a blown out window. There are remnants of broken glass before him but it makes a soft sound with minimal crunching between his padded boots and the lobby carpet. After clearing the first floor, he heads to the stairs. The only way from here is up. He clears the second floor quickly too. He starts to feel a little more confident with how smoothly everything has been going for him. With his earlier prediction in mind, he decides to then work his way from the top down, figuring the chances his target is in on of the other middle floors are high. He sneaks up the stairs to the top floor. Something feels off, like the floor is different somehow from what he remembers. He keeps a corner of his vision glued to the direction of the central elevators while he makes his way around. He finds himself at a window that has a good vantage point of the building entrance where the bureau had dropped him off. Keeping his feline ears on high alert for any unnatural sounds, he allows himself a second to breathe while he surveys the outsides. It won’t do him any good to stress or panic too much, but it’s hard to avoid the simmering build of anxiety under his skin the more areas he clears, slowly but inevitably brining him closer to his target. It was the wrong move, the second he closes his eyes for longer than a blink there’s a hand coming from behind him and clamping over his mouth, and an arm wrapping tightly around his stomach. Seth panics, whatever officer is handling his drill training isn’t supposed to hurt him, so part of him knows he must be safe, but the sudden sinister aura seeping into his skin and clouding his senses from the presence behind him is terrifying and overwhelming. “You really are as bad as they say, little cat.” A deep voice whispers. ”Hn-hnggh?” Seth tries to speak into the hand on his mouth. It sounds like his brother, but there’s no way, they would never waste his brother’s precious time on this- it can’t be. The idea that the stranger may be his brother doesn’t comfort the unease in his stomach, if anything it dials up his fear and wariness tenfold. ”Let’s see… you went in through a window in the lobby rather than taking advantage of the shadows cast by the building on the side of the warehouse. You started from the second floor then came up here, when I could’ve easily snuck behind you and returned to the floor you already cleared. And now… relaxing? And- what, getting a nice view of the city, Seth?” The voice scolds. It’s definitely his brother. He’s certain now. Even if he never hears his brother’s voice it’s impossible to forget after all the years they were together as kids. The gloved fingers on his face find their way inside his mouth, pressing on his tongue and sliding in deeper until he gags around them. The hand slides back out but the glove comes off and his brother stuffs it in his mouth, then ties something around the back of his head to keep it inside, effectively gagging Seth. The fear inside him builds as it grows increasingly clearer that his brother does not intend to follow drill protocol here. He feels a weight lift from his pocket and flinches when cold metal touches his wrists, a click sound signifying that his brother has him trapped in his own handcuffs. The ones Seth was supposed to use on his brother. ”You can barely even do anything to fight me back,” His brother says, clicking his tongue in displeasure. ”Pathetic,” He hisses against Seth’s ear. ”What would Mother and Father think, you sullying their good name that I’ve worked so hard to build up a reputation for?” A knife runs down the center of Seth’s torso threateningly. A smooth jerk of his brother’s arm is all it takes for the fabric at Seth’s chest to split open, not a scratch on his skin. Even through his fear he finds himself impressed at his brother’s brilliance and skill. ”Aw,” he coos, pulling Seth’s now tattered shirt down his shoulders.“My pathetic little brother.” He puts the knife away and brings his hands, one glove on and one off, to the exposed expanse of Seth’s front. ”Look how easy it is for me to get you all vulnerable like this.” ”You’re lucky you’ve only dealt with shitty criminals so far.” He tuts, groping harshly at the smooth, pale skin of Seth’s chest. ”Especially when you’re so pliable.” There’s a smirk evident in his brother’s voice. ”If you dealt with the people the bureau assigns me to, you’d’ve had this little body raped a dozen times over.” His brother growls at him, one hand pinching one of his nipples while the other goes to flick at his tail. Seth shuts his eyes, embarrassment and shame flushing in his cheeks. He does his best to tug on his restraints, pull away from his brother, tries to use his tongue to push at the glove in his mouth- but only succeeds in a part of the fabric sliding deeper and closer to the entrance of his throat. The hand on Seth’s front slides down his stomach, fingertips pushing under the fabric of his waistband; While the hand playing with his tail slides to rub at the place on his lower back just above it. Of course, as a fellow feline Thiren his brother knows the sweet spot at the lower back, rubs it expertly so pleasure shoots through his whole body and Seth’s legs tremble, knees going weak instantly. ”Ah ah, we’ve got to train you to get used to that. Can’t have an officer with such a large weakness, can we?” His brother sighs. A bit more rubbing is all it takes to have Seth collapsing forward against the window, his brother’s hands on his waist the only thing keeping his body from sliding into a messy, twitching heap of unwanted pleasure on the floor. His pants are pulled down, a foot bullying it’s way between his legs to stomp the fabric to the ground and keep him pinned where he leans on the glass. The hand on his lower back continues to stroke, and with disgust Seth feels a wetness on his stomach, the precum from his own rock-hard leaking cock that dribbles pathetically against his abdomen. ”It really shouldn’t be this easy to get you so riled up.” His brother says. The gloved hand slaps his cock so that it bounces and sprays cum against the window, and Seth screams around the gag in his mouth, tears leaking from his eyes at the pleasure-pain. “Aw, you poor thing. You’re just dripping. You’re about to be raped, you know? Ahh.. the bureau really has their work cut out for them with you.” His brother’s insistent rubbing at the small of his back is sending him into heat. When a finger flicks ticklishly at his small hole his cock jerks as he cums practically untouched. ”Wow,” his brother says, and it sounds half like genuine awe and half like sarcastic disappointment. ”Are you sure you’re in the right business, little brother? Sensitive, slutty little body like this, I’m sure you’d make a killing as a prostitute. Better yet, I could just sell you off to some criminals in exchange for information, and watch as they pass you around like a little fucktoy, taking turns raping this tight little hole.” He says, sliding one finger completely dry into Seth’s butt at the end of his sentence. “As long as you left the Lowell name behind you, at least that way maybe you could do some good for the bureau.” His brother chuckles. The dry finger pokes around inside him for a bit. It’s uncomfortable but the heat in his body and the pleasure from his sensitive lower back has his hole clenching and his hips twitching in desperation for more nonetheless. ”Slut.” His brother hisses, senses obviously well tuned to the tiny movements of Seth’s body that betray his pleasure. His brother spits onto the crack of his ass and pushes the liquid into his hole and uses the same finger to stretch him open. It hurts, surely parts of the skin are tearing, but the fluttering of wind on his insides as his brother’s finger gapes open his hole takes his focus from the pain onto the pleasure. The gloved hand swipes around the tip of his cock and he cries at the overstimulation on his sensitive glans. The feeling is gone just as quick as it came, as a gloved finger, lubed with Seth’s own cum, joins the bare one in his asshole. His brother pulls his fingers apart repeatedly. “I can see your insides.” He says. The way it isn’t followed up with any sort of commentary or scolding has Seth whining quietly into the glove in his mouth. The fingers pull out and he hears the unbuckling of his brother’s belt. He doesn’t know what to do. He doesn’t really think there’s anything he can do, he’s trapped physically and mentally, the pleasure his brother is forcing upon him is more than he’s ever felt and the regrets, shame, and guilt that swirl inside his tummy somehow only make his dick leak more. His brother’s cock slides inside his butt. He feels the spines along the shaft, and his stomach twists in terror. He had been born without any himself, and was told he was lucky, that he wouldn’t cause any partners as much pain as other feline Thirens would. He sobs at the thought of what’s to come. He thinks he would have wet himself in fear, the way his body shakes and his stomach flutters, but his cock is still so achingly hard his body probably can’t let out anything but more cum. His brother thrusts against him, one hand steadying his hips while the other continues its play along his back. The large cock inside him slides in and out quickly, and he feels stuffed to the brim with his brother’s size. The spines rub against his walls, and it’s unpleasant, causes a tingling, almost burning sensation, but the way the stroke at his prostrate shoots the weird feelings straight past pain and into more overwhelming pleasure. He cums again while his brother fucks his ass. ”You’re so tight…” his brother moans, clearly enjoying himself, the immorality of raping his own younger brother obviously does nothing to hinder his pleasure. ”If only your mission skills were as tight as this ass of yours,” He grunts, leaning over so the profanities fall right into Seth’s feline ears. “Fuck,” The glide of his brother’s cock gets a bit easier, the precum he spends inside Seth’s guts helping smooth the way. “My little whore of a brother.” He breathes out, and it sounds almost like genuine praise, affectionate, even. “I’m gonna cum in your little pussy.” His brother moans. The pounding of hips against his ass grows stronger, faster, harder, and the hand on his sensitive lower back finally gives him a break as both his brother’s hands clench hard on his waist, no doubt bruising his hips the grip is so intense, and his brother uses the leverage to pull Seth’s ass as flat against his front as he can, his balls pressing snuggly against Seth’s own. A sharp pain bursts at Seth’s neck as his brother bites into the side of it between his nape and shoulder. Seth cries silently as his brother ejaculates deep inside him. He tries to take a deep breath in, to prepare himself for the pain, but with his sobbing and the obstruction of his gagged mouth it’s not nearly enough. It doesn’t matter. In hindsight he doesn’t think anything could’ve really prepared him for the feeling. His brother pulls out fast, like ripping off a bandaid, and his cum slides from Seth’s hole after his dick, providing minor relief to the burning, stinging pain left behind by small tears in Seth’s inner walls from the spines. Seth collapses to the floor as soon as his brother eases off his body. His dick has waned a bit but is still erect, waiting for a third orgasm of the evening that his brother doesn’t care to grant him. He sobs and shakes, the tremors that tack through his body make his breathing unsteady, which worsens his sobs, which worsen his shakes, and the viscous cycle continues, his body desperate for comfort and more pleasure still. “You obviously can’t pass your practical exam retest like this.” His brother says, bringing his gloves hand to pet Seth’s head. It brings him comfort, and helps calm the shakes in his body down, and he hates the way he craves for more of his brother’s touch. ”We’re going to have to do a lot more drills before you’re ready.”