Subject: First Story and Profile!
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Posted on: 2010-07-15 02:26:00 UTC

OMG I've wanted to get back into writing for soooo long! It's been hard, cause my boss is a pain in the butt. NEWAI, I'm Rae365 and I love PPC stories! I only wish there were more cute guys in the PPC. Well, you learn to make do!

I don't own any of the agents, I only wish I did! R&R, please and thank you!

Title: What Happens On Leave...
Story Summary: Three PPC agents try to piece together what happened after a wild party while on leave. Ian Nahinu/Danny Richardson/Drake
Category: PPC
Rating: R
Genre: Romance/Humor

Ian woke up with a headache. Not that he was surprised or anything. Not with the amount of drinking that had happened the previous night.

The Flowers had essentially declared a weekend off for the entire PPC. He vaguely remembered the horrified look on the barman's face as hundreds of Assassins and Bad Slashers had queued up to order something to drink.

He was lying on the floor back in his own RC. "Okay," he said. "Gotta collect my thoughts. I was at the bar, I was listening to Lee compain about something, then I went outside for some fresh air and somebody said--"

"Move over, would you?"

"No, that wasn't it."

Ian suddenly noticed that he was not alone. There was a tall blond male agent lying next to him. Ian couldn't help noticing he didn't appear to be wearing any clothes, but was instead covered only with a blanket that had apparently been stripped off of one of the bunks. There was a bundle of clothing next to him. "Morning," the other agent said.

Ian leapt upright like the floor was on fire. "What's going on!" he shouted. "Who are you and why are you naked!"

"Of course. No way you'd remember my name from last night, not with the amount you drank. Danny Richardson. As for the nakedness, I think that's pretty self-evident." He nodded at Ian, who looked down to discover that he was also somewhat lacking in the clothing department.

He went pale. "You mean we--"

"Oh come on," Danny said. "I know we were all a bit plastered but it couldn't have been that forgettable. What was that thing you did with your hips during the second run-through? THAT was amazing."

Ian's eyes glazed over as parts of the previous night began coming back to him. "We talked for a while, then went back inside for another drink, then I suggested we come back here..."

"You forgot the bit with the dancing in between the drinking and the leaving to come back here. You're very limber, which certainly came in handy."

"And then -- wait, wasn't there someone else?"

There was a groan from underneath the bundle of clothing, then it shuddered and gave birth to a Drake. He looked up at Ian and waved.

"Morning, sunshine," Danny said. "You certainly slept well."

"Well, large amounts of exercise does make me very sleepy," Drake said with a smile. "You two certainly helped in that regard."

Ian sunk to his knees, stunned. "I really did all those things last night?" he asked.

Drake gave the stupor-fied agent a confused look. "What's with Ian?"

"He's just coming to grips with an acoholic sex crisis."

"I know the cure for that!" The anthro fox leaned over and whispered in Danny's ear.

"You think that'll work?" Danny replied.

"It always cheers me up when I'm down!"

Ian looked up just time to see the two naked agents tackle him. "This is for your own good," Danny whispered before putting his mouth to other uses.

Ten sweaty and eventful minutes went by.

"I have to admit," Ian said. "That did cheer me up."

"I knew it would," Drake panted.

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