Mink.

    There were days, Benten reflected ruefully, when he just couldn't keep his
hands off Fox.  The fragile white haired boy minced across the room in his
ridiculous heels.  The skin-tight lycra body suit, while covering from neck to
ankle, left little to the imagination.  Fox bent down to pick up a leaf, which
one of the potted plants had shed, and Benten was treated to the delicious
sight of the curving buttocks.  His cock stirred.  He closed his eyes.  Behave,
damn you.  The trip-trip of heels retreated into the kitchen.  Benten wondered
if it was safe to look again.
    Unbidden, the memory of the previous nights passion rose in him.  Fox lying
on his back beneath him, breathless and flushed.  The delicious sensation as he
thrust deep into the soft willing flesh, nearing his own climax.  It was much
more like fucking a woman than another man.  Fox was so, so... soft, so
subservient, so passive.  Sometimes that was exactly why he enjoyed the boy so
much.  But at other times it was frustrating.  He had no problem with the elf's
dislike of performing fellatio.  Fox had, at sometime in the past, had a very
bad sexual experience.  If going down on men made him remember that, Benten
would forego it.  Just occasionally though, Benten would have liked to get
racked by the lovely boy.  Fox was beautiful when aroused.  His cock, like the
rest of him, was long and slender and it flushed the most astonishing scarlet
when he was erect.  Sometimes he ached to feel the boy in him.  He was also the
first un-circumcised man Benten had ever been with.  He was curious.  He had
felt on a couple of occasions that Fox had wanted to take a more dominant role
but, for such a sensual, sexual young man, he was painfully shy when it came to
the words of sex.  Benten blamed his English reserve.  The pale, pale skin
blushed astonishingly as well, a few saucy words could cause Fox to blush from
the crown of his silver head to the tips of his toes.  Benten delighted in
finding new words or phrases to embarrass him.  But his efforts to get the elf
to penetrate him usually tailed and the one or two times he had agreed to
Benten's request, his heart really hadn't been in it.  It spoilt the fun.
    He opened his eyes.  Fox was leaning in the kitchen doorway watching him.
He was smiling.  Benten realised where his hand had strayed.  God, he wanted
the boy.  Still smiling, Fox came over and extended both his hands to his
lover.  He accepted the invitation and pulled the slender youth down onto the
sofa.  Benten sat on the sofa while the boy writhed on his lap.

    Later, in the afternoon, Benten took him again.  This time, bent over the
kitchen table, with deep thorough strokes which made Fox gasp with each
thrust.  They used olive oil as lubrication.  The elf complained, it was
terribly expensive olive oil.  Benten told him he was worth it and rolled his
eyes towards heaven, thankful that Fox couldn't see his face.  Fox was very
small, very tight.  Benten always tried to be very careful with him.  Fox,
always cold, kept the heating in the flat turned up high.  Benten could feel
the sweat trickle down his arms as he gasped to an orgasm.  Warm oil and semen
was running down the back of the pale elf's legs.  They would both need a
shower afterwards.

    In the bathroom he smiled with delight as Fox squirmed at the warm water
Benten was sluicing him out with.  He grasped the boy's cock with a soapy hand
and milked him to a climax.  Fox lent against him gasping, legs trembling.

    Fox lay across their bed, his pale hair spread about him.  His skin was
still damp and pink from the hot water.  Benten sat on the edge of the bed
towelling his own hair dry.  Fox reached up a languid hand to caress his
thigh.  His narrow fingers kneaded the long muscles beneath the skin.
    "I've always wanted a body like yours."
    "Well, now you've got one."
    "Sod."  The little hand punched his leg lightly.  "You know what I mean."
    "If you worked out regularly.."
    "Pft"  Fox made an undignified noise.  "I'll just have to make the most of
yours...."  He ran his hand up the leg again and giggled "Peach fuzz."  This
time Benten pulled a face.
    "Don't remind me.  You have no idea how lucky you are."  Fox had virtually
no body hair.  Even his pubic hair was sparse and very soft.
    "Smart genes." He retorted, smugly.
    "I'll show you smart.."  Benten caught the wandering hand and pulled the
boy across his knees.  He spanked him with his bare hand.  Fox wriggled and
made unconvincing attempts to break free.  He came across Benten's legs and the
duvet cover.  Afterwards they both needed another shower and the bed needed
changing.

    They were indulging in another session in the living room, on the thick rug
this time, when the 'phone rang.  Fox was licking and nuzzling the inside of
Benten's thigh, getting deliciously close to his aching groin.  He raised his
head with a sigh.  Benten groaned.  So close.
    "Oh god, just let it ring."
    "Can't.  Might be important.  Work.  I can't spend my whole life...  Oh hi,
Wiley.  No I had to..... run from the kitchen.  Nothing which won't wait.  What
can I do for you?"
    Benten lost Fox to the conversation.  He stood up slowly, his erection
softening, and began to dress.  He glared at his offending cock.  For heavens
sake, control yourself.  He was rutting like a sixteen year old.  He smiled
silently to himself.  But it felt so good.  And Fox wasn't complaining, though
he had been up the boy so often in the last couple of days, he had to be
getting sore..  It would have been nice to play it the other way, for a
change.  He finished dressing and sat down on the sofa beside the still naked
Fox who was engrossed in his conversation.  He ran his fingers very lightly up
the milk white thigh, raising goose-bumps on the flawless flesh.  Fox made
desperate batting motions with his hands and mouthed a silent "No!"  Benten
decided this game was fun and ran his hand up the soft skin on the inside of
the thigh.  He moved up the sofa and grasped Fox's knees, turning the slight
boy to lie on the plush cushions.  "Stop that!  No..  No.... the.. ah cat is
scratching something it shouldn't.  Let me go over the details again......."
Benten parted the elf's knees and ran his hands again across the boy's skin.
Fox's cock, in its silver curls, stiffened as the searching fingers caressed
and kneaded.  Benten carefully avoided touching it but ran little pattering
fingertips around it.  He brought his head down to lick the tender flesh behind
Fox's bent knee.  He nibbled the skin.  Fox had to cup his hand over the mouth
piece of the 'phone as he couldn't suppress the groan.  His cock was erect,
incongrously dark against the paleness of his body.  Benten smiled down at him,
evilly.  He brought his hand down and took the boy's scrotum in his palm.  Fox
arched his back.  "Mmm.. uh.. huh." He agreed, desperately to whatever the
Coyote was suggesting.  Benten rolled his balls, slowly, gently.  His free hand
traced circles on the flat belly and up the boy's trembling sides.  A flush of
pink ran across the white skin, his hips pumped the air with growing
desperation.  He was franticly finishing his conversation.  Benten decided that
it wasn't the only thing which needed finishing.  He licked his full red lips
and looked up at Fox.  The elf's eyes pleaded for mercy.  He shook his head
desperately.  Benten smiled.  He brought his head down to cover the bobbing
cock, taking it deep into his mouth.  He had no problems with giving head.  Fox
arched and his hips pumped frantically.
    "Ah.. yes... look... I'll.... get back to you.  Ahh.. ah..... ah..... Oh...
you... bastard.  Ohhhh"  The small elf climaxed noisily.  Semen flooded
Benten's mouth.  He hoped that Wiley had cut the connection.  But then again,
what the hell, it was none of her business.  Fox lay back on the sofa gasping.
"You absolute and unutterable sod."
    Benten raised his head and wiped his mouth.  "You say the nicest things."

    The job Wiley had called about was an important one.  It required careful
planning and cautious execution.  Fox's role was to provide Matrix cover for
the team while they did the physical work of burglary.  The company that was
the target had a modest arcology just outside of Seattle.  Fox would do the
decking from a nearby motel.  Decking from home was too risky and could cause
problems if he ran into a trace programme in the Net.  But some privacy was
essential, particularly on a long and complex job.  And a motel was ideal.
Benten had been volunteered to baby-sit, to look after Fox's body while he was
in the complex computer system.  It was a necessary job.  There were programmes
in some systems designed not only to cripple the decks of virtual burglars,
such as the elf, but to kill or disable the decker himself.  A baby-sitter
could unplug the decker or his machine from the Matrix if the need arose and if
necessary even get the decker to medical treatment.  Benten scowled at some of
the descriptions of the physical injuries it was possible to receive in the
Net.  There were some nasty programmes out there.  They could use biofeedback
to raise or lower the decker's heart rate or blood pressure.  Send electric
surges through the line to electrocute or stun.  Fox shrugged his shoulders.
You couldn't spend too long worrying about such things or you would never get
any work done.  They were just hazards of the job.  Benten was amazed by his
cavalier attitude.  Fox was usually so physically timid.  The elf smiled
bitterly.  Those were nothing compared to some of the programmes his mother
wrote for a living.  Now they were nasty.  He didn't elaborate.
    They checked in together.  The motel receptionist leered at them and showed
them into the tatty room he called The Honeymoon Suite.  Benten glared at the
closed door after he had gone.
    "He thought..."
    Fox looked up placidly.  "He thought I was a prostitute and that you were
here to.. ahem, it doesn't matter.  What is important is that he didn't think
we were here to access the Matrix, from his over-priced 'phone lines, to take
part in a theft."  He bent down over his deck again and his thin fingers flew
across the keys.  After a time he lifted his head and glanced over at Benten.
    "Would you like to come with me?"  Benten looked puzzled.  Fox indicated
the computer deck across his knees.  "I can set up a little programme to let
you hitch a ride and see what I do.  I have one here I can easily adapt.
Jackie always uses it when she comes with me."  He smiled at Benten.  "I think
you might enjoy the trip.  It's not dangerous, you don't have any real access
to the Matrix."
    "Won't I be a distraction...?"
    "Not at all.  And I'd enjoy your company."  He held out a small plastic and
wire contraption.  "Put this on.  Like headphones.  No, it goes like.. that....
that's right.  Now sit here and make yourself comfortable."  Benten sat as
directed and looked over at Fox, questioningly.  "Don't worry.  Now, close your
eyes.... and.."  There was the soft click of a key being pressed on the deck
and light blossomed behind his closed eyes...

    Benten gasped.  He had been unsure what to expect.  In Oedo he had some
computer experience but, unlike Gogol or Fox, he didn't have a passion for
them.  And he had never encountered a direct interface into the brain before.
Gogol would love this.  He could see the attraction.  The clean sparkling
Matrix which spread before him was beautiful.  Cold.  Inhuman.  But beautiful.
It looked like a city at night.  Stygian dark interspersed with the glittering
lights of the computer systems, rising as glorious edifices of pure light as
far as his computer generated senses could see.
    "Breath-taking, isn't it."  A familiar light voice in his ear.  He turned
and looked up... beside him, taller than him was a frost white fox.  It flicked
a snowy ear at him, and sat back on it's haunches with a foxy grin.  He felt
very much as though it was eyeing him up for lunch.  "But you're not quite
right....."  An ornate, anachronistic, mirror materialised beside him.  The
reflection of the icon Benten was using was nowhere near as impressive as the
fox.  It was a small brown ferret.  The fox prowled around him leaving the
faintest of silver footprints in the air.  There was the soft clicking of
computer keys.  The ferret icon shimmered and changed slightly.  "A mink.  Much
more suitable..... but the colour still isn't you.  Ah ha."  Again the patter
of keys.  Reflected in the mirror was a long lithe form similar to the mink but
in frost white to match Foxy.  The tip of it's tale was jet black.  "An
ermine.  Far, far more suitable.  I'm going to enjoy this."  The mirror
dissolved.  "Right, let's get back to business.  I'm afraid your beautiful icon
is just for show.  You are hitching a lift along on Foxy's tail.  Now, open
your eyes."  Benten did as he was told, trusting the elf's greater expertise.
Though it felt strange to have Fox ordering him about so confidently.  The
Matrix withdrew to the edge of his perception as the dingy motel room filled
his vision again.  Fox was sitting opposite him smiling.  He had a slightly
distracted look on his face.  "This is reality.  Don't forget that.  The matrix
is a dangerous place, but not in the ways you might expect.  If you feel dizzy
or disorientated, just open your eyes."
    "You can see both at once, can't you?"
    "Uh-huh.  It comes with practice.  Back to the rules of the road.  It we
get into a sticky situation I may have to dump you back out here in a hurry.  I
may need you to pull the plug if we trigger something nasty."
    "How will I know.."
    "Oh, believe me, you'll know.  But don't be too enthusiastic.  Princess is
a very good deck.  She can absorb most of what the ICE will throw at me.  But
I'll heal, she costs a fortune to repair.  Now," he smiled, "let's get going."
    He closed his eyes and Benten followed suit.  The Matrix exploded behind
his eye-lids again.  Foxy scampered across the electronic landscape, the little
ermine at his heels.

    Benten decide that he could get to like the Matrix.  Everything was very
clean and neat and well defined.  There was no dust, no litter, no people.
Just the crystalline beauty of the computer systems hanging in the pristine
depths of darkness.  Up close the towering edifices were even more impressive.
The companies they represented seemed to vie with each other for the privilege
of most spectacular construct.  And Foxy was stunning.  The quiet, meek, little
elf seemed transformed.  Benten was left in no doubt that the boy was
incredibly good at his job.  He seemed so confident, so assertive.  He
accomplished his task swiftly and without the fuss Benten was used to in the
corporal world.  He kept in contact with his team mates via a sophisticated
commlink system.  It constantly amazed Benten how he effortlessly managed to
carry on a conversation with several members of the team while avoiding the
huge threatening icon of the company's security programme and also block the
building's alarm system and block or divert the images from close circuit
cameras in the building being burgled.  He juggled the tasks with a calm which
fascinated and intrigued Benten.
    The team had completed their theft and were retracing their tracks
cautiously when the security ICE which Foxy had been successfully avoiding
finally caught up with him.  He managed a swift message to the team to warn
them that they had been rumbled.  Any security force worth their salt would
realise that a Matrix infiltration would possibly mean that there was a
physical burglary in progress as well.  Then he turned his full attention to
the programme decending at break neck speed upon them.  The ICE took the form
of a Classical Greek warrior armed with a spear and net.  The tip of the spear
smoked.  The net looked as though it was woven from light.  In the Matrix the
only constraint was the programmer's imagination.  Benten could feel the
tension in the boy as the warrior approached at a crouch.  It lunged with
inhuman speed at the white fox.  Foxy was suddenly behind it.  His paws glowed
and the warrior stumbled as a bolt of blue lightning arced across the gap
between the two icons.  It staggered then lashed out blindly with it's spear.
Benten felt the jolt go through Fox and heard the indrawn breath.  The warrior
had struck Foxy, the computer generated icon, but Fox had felt it.  This was
Black ICE, designed to hurt or kill the decker not just to damage the icon or
knock the deck off line.  The stakes had just risen.  Foxy snarled and silver
tendrils of fire entwined about the warrior's armoured legs.  It stumbled but
threw the net of light which entangled Foxy's paws.  The fox icon whimpered and
in the physical world, Fox gasped with pain.  Benten forced his own eyes open,
the motel room reasserted itself in his vision.  Fox was bent over his deck.
His face was twisted with pain and his nose dribbled blood.  Alarmed, Benten
closed his eyes again.  The warrior was standing over the little fox icon, his
wicked looking spear raised for the killing stroke.  As it started to decend
Benten forced his legs in the physical world to respond to the panicked
messages from his brain.  To stand and cross the distance between the elf and
himself.  In the Matrix the Foxy icon glowed like a new star.  The warrior
twisted and writhed and was consumed like a moth in a furnace.  Silence.
Darkness.  The little fox gathered itself to its elegant feet.  Shook itself
like a wet dog and turned to Benten with a saucy wink.  The Matrix dissolved
from his vision.  He was standing beside the elf's chair.  Fox was grinning up
at him and twirling the cable which connected him to the deck in his long
delicate fingers.  In spite of the nose bleed, he looked incredibly smug.

    Fox cleaned himself up then contacted his team to ensure that they had
escaped successfully and without casualty.  He was still buzzing.  Benten lent
back against the hideous pink, frothy, heart-shaped bed head and watched him,
(leaning against the cheap nylon meant he didn't have to look at it.)  Fox,
hands on his slim hips, stood at the foot of the huge out-sized bed and spoke
into the commlink.
    "Yep...  No problems.  No, I took him along for the ride.  Well we won't
tell her then, will we.  We'll get back to town and meet you there.  Well we've
got to get our monies worth.  Don't want the proprietor to suspect.  None of
your business....  bye." He closed the commlink.  He was blushing furiously.
He grinned at Benten's raised eyebrow.  "Wiley had a few suggestions of
how..."  Even joking he couldn't finish.
    "I could fuck you silly?" Benten suggested.  Still blushing furiously Fox
started to crawl up the bed towards him.
    "Something like that....  Actually"  He paused, his hand on his lover's
ankle.  He bit his lip and looked up at Benten with the sly Foxy gleam in his
eye.  "I'd like to..."
    "Fuck me?" Benten hardly dared to suggest...  Fox nodded.  Benten didn't
think it was possible for him to blush any darker but he managed it.
    "If... that is..."
    "Fox.  I would love you to fuck me.  From here all the way back to
Seattle.  Come here you little fool."  He opened his arms and Fox crawled into
them.  They kissed hungrily.  Fox's lips still had the salt tang of blood on
them.

    Benten stripped slowly.  Fox watched his every move.  He couldn't make a
show of it the way Fox did.  The elf's coyness dissolved if he was asked to
undress for a lover.  (Benten had achieved an erection, in the past, just from
watching the languid boy perform for him.)  He was far more restrained.  Fox
was enjoying the view anyway.  He unbuttoned the white shirt with long fingers
which ended in wicked scarlet nails, he slipped it off his shoulders.  His skin
had a pale honey glow to it, legacy of his oriental blood.  His shaggy mop of
thick white hair looked very dramatic against it.  Fox was a lot paler, sliver
white hair and very white skin, he often looked too pale and washed out.
Although slender, Benten had the better figure, Fox decided, wistfully.  The
long limbs were sheathed in subtle muscles which moved tantalizingly beneath
the soft skin.  Fox shivered at the strength within the beauty.  Benten stepped
out of his immaculate white trousers.  His cock hung semi-erect.  How dare Fox
presume to.....  Benten turned towards him, he was smiling, his eyes glowed.
He reached across and cupped Fox's chin and kissed him.  Fox could feel his own
cock harden as the tongue entered his mouth and the nails skimmed his bony
shoulder as they pushed his silk T-shirt down his arm.
    "Where do you want me, my beautiful boy?" He breathed warmly into the
curving, pointed ear.  A shiver of desire ran down Fox's spine.
    "I.."  He shook his head.  "Oh..  I don't care!"  The adrenalin rush of
decking the Matrix was still flowing.  He kissed Benten, crushing his thin lips
against the heat of his lovers welcoming mouth.  His fragile hands ran across
Benten's body directing.  Benten rolled beneath him, onto his hands and knees.
He crouched before Fox, exposed, vulnerable.  The elf reached for him with
trembling hands.

    Benten knew as soon as he asked that 'Where do you want me' was a bad
move.  He might have ruined the mood, but Fox was very aroused and he could
feel how much he wanted Benten.  He crouched, on that ridiculous bed, in a
ludicrous position, and he ached for Fox to screw him.  The fine aristocratic
hands ran across his buttocks and up his spine.  Fox licked his back and his
hands caressed the curve of his muscled sides.  Benten moaned and wriggled his
ass.  He didn't think Fox would be up for rimming him, far to distasteful for
his fastidious nature.  Oh god, where was his dignity.  Oh god, that felt
good.  Fine fingers touched his anus.  And paused.
    "I......"  Fox was sounding breathless, "I've no lubrication..."
    Benten bowed his head.  "It doesn't matter.  You won't hurt me."  Fuck me!
Please.
    "But..."
    Benten looked over his shoulder at his concerned lover.  There was
desperation in his voice.  "You won't hurt me.  You're very small, very tight
inside, I'm not.  Please....  It won't hurt me....  please."  The wheedling
tone softened to a whisper.  "I want you in me.."
    Fox's pupils were huge with desire.  He moved close again.  Benten could
feel his hot breath on his back.  The cautious fingers explored him.  The warm
tongue licked the crevice of his buttocks.  He couldn't suppress the groan.
    "Ohhhh."  His cock, swinging freely beneath him, was aching for attention.
Fox, with instincts honed from a lifetime of pleasing others, reached down to
fondle him.  The tongue licked him again, deeper, with more confidence.  Fox
shifted on the bed, the fingers parted his buttocks and he relaxed, ready,
waiting, wanting.  The suspense was subtle agony, made all the worse by Fox
being unaware that his hesitation was the cause.  Penetration was smooth and
sudden.  They gasped in unison and Fox began thrusting urgently.  Benten closed
his eyes and braced himself with difficulty on the slick mock-satin sheets.
The boy was deep in him, his balls slapped against the backs of his legs.  The
hands groped for Benten's cock again and he thrust into them.  His semen
splattered across the exquisite fingers and cheap bedding.  Fox rested his
sticky hands on Benten's waist and directed his full attention to his own
pleasure.  He ejaculated deep within, his hips pumping furiously and collapsed,
gasping, over Benten's back.  His hair covered them both like a veil.

    Fox lay in his arms.  From his relaxed breathing, Benten guessed that he
was asleep.  He stroked the mist-fine hair.  It seemed like a shame to wake him
but Fox had business to conclude in Seattle.  The team would wonder where he
was.  He closed his eyes.  He himself had business further afield to deal
with.  It would mean leaving the boy, perhaps for good.  He shouldn't have let
himself get emotionally involved in the first place.  He was going to hurt Fox
when he left.  The elf made a sleepy noise and stirred.  He stretched slowly,
like a sensuous cat.  He looked up at Benten.
    "Hello there, sleepy head."
    "Mmm.  Hello gorgeous."  Fox sat up.  He had a partial erection.  Benten
groaned.  Where did he get the energy from?  The expert hands reached for him.
The pain of leaving could wait a little longer.  He brought his lips down to
meet Fox's.  A little longer.