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Paranoid

Summery: Bomber was only trying to help Nugget through his drug addition, not knowing exactly what he was getting himself into.

Rating: R - X (M/M)

Characters: Bomber and Nugget

Trigger Warnings: drug use mention, blood

Length: 7837 Words

Fog rolled through the graveyard, casting strange shadows that danced across the head stones and above ground graves. A man ran between the graves as fast as he could. Long blonde hair whipped behind him, heavy boots thudding loudly on the cracked cement paths. He was headed towards a very specific crypt and he had to get there faster than he could run. His heart was pounding so hard it was all he could hear, his blood felt hot as it rushed through him.

He didn't have much time.

Rounding a corner, he nearly slammed into the crypt. Sliding into the door, he caught himself on the solid stone with his hands, his chest slamming flat against it, knocking the wind out of him. Gasping for air, he squeezed his eyes shut tightly as he groped around the door for the handle. The handle being a stone that was pushed in to keep anyone from getting in on accident. The moment the door was open, he pushed into the crypt and slammed the door behind him. He leaned back against the door, tilting his head back for a moment before running down the stairs. He threw his hat back behind him, pulling off his dark leather poncho as he went, dropping it on the ground. He tried to calm his rushing blood, just for a moment. He just needed a little longer, just a little more time.

It was only when he had made it to the main room of the fake crypt did he realize that there were candles lit. He never bothered to light them even though they were always there for him to do so. He never needed them for what he used this room for. He stood in the doorway, his lips slightly parted in silent pants as he looked over the scared walls. The heavy stone was covered in long, deep claw marks made by some kind of monster. The floor was coated in dried blood and other fluids. Broken vials lay strewn about, shattered glass and torn cloth. Something that resembled a bed was in one corner. Resembled was stretching it though, the ball of torn pillows and blankets was more like a nest. But none of that bothered Nugget more than the fact that the candles were lit.

Going to the bed, he fell to his knees in front of it and started to dig through the cloth, tossing things to the side.

Oh god…. Oh god no… He thought in a panic, feeling his heart start to beat harder. He had to bite his tongue to keep from making a sound. “Where is it?” he groaned, ripping the blankets further in his ever growing panic. Had someone found the crypt? Had they found his stash of the precious liquid and taken it?

“Right here.” A soothing voice came from behind him, making him jump, falling back into the nest of blankets. He stared wide eyed at the brown leather bag, his eyes following up the arm to the man’s face. His thin face was framed with long black hair, a single white streak falling over the left eye. Yellow eyes looked at him, filled with concern, but Nugget barely registered the look as his panic turned to terror. It wasn’t just a thief that had caught him and he almost rather that he had been robbed then what was happening. Very slowly he started to pull himself up, his legs feeling weak.

“Please…. I need that.” He managed to get out, ashamed at how timid and desperate his own voice sounded. He couldn’t explain it to his friend why he needed the contents of the bag, but just seeing it made his skin crawl. It was like there was an itch under his skin and the only thing that was going to make it go away was the liquid. “Please, Bomber… I-”

“Of all people I expected to turn to this vile drug, I never thought it would be you.” The Cheshire scolded him, his neon green and black stripped ears drawing back against his head. His tail was deadly still as he stood his ground. He wasn’t wearing any shoes, as per usual, but also his hanfu was gone and replaced with a tight black shirt that showed off his arms and mid-drift. With long fingers, he tightened his grip on the bag, holding it out in front of him. “You…. Aurelian… Are so much better than this.”

“Don’t scold me.” He whispered, closing his eyes. “Please god, don’t scold me like I’m a child… You don’t understand.” He took a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves as shame washed over him in heavy waves that nearly drowned him. His emotions were too much… too powerful. He couldn’t hold on much longer but he couldn’t put his friend in this much danger. He held out his hand, not opening his eyes. “Just… Give it back.” He opened his eyes, looking at the man with pure desperation. “I need it. I need it now.”

The other didn’t move though, his eyes only hardening, the concern draining from them. “You think I’ll support this?” he half scowled at him. “Support your… Your addiction?” he pulled the satchel in close to his chest, getting a stern look on his face. “This ruined his life… Dare you think for even a moment that I would let it ruin yours?”

“I don’t have a choice.” He growled, taking a step towards the man, anger flaring in him. A feeling he felt rarely but now, he wanted nothing more than to sink his teeth into the other and rip his flesh from his bones. The feeling made him feel sick, having to close his eyes again, taking deep breaths. “And nether do you… I’m a grown man, I can make my own choices.”

“And your choice is a drug?” Bomber snapped at him, making him curl back a little again, looking at the man once more, startled as he was descended upon by the smaller man. They were close to the same height, but the Cheshire wasn’t nearly as broad as him. He held his ground though as the man stopped in front of him, glaring hard at him. “Your choice is this?” he held up the bag and almost on instinct, he reached out to take it from the other but stopped halfway, watching as disappointment washed over the other’s face. “Think about your family.”

He growled, the anger flaring against and before he knew it he had the man by the collar and lifted him off his feet, holding him at eye level. “Don’t you dare say that.” He hissed at the Cheshire, holding him close to his face. “Don’t you dare say that I don’t think about my puppies.” He threw the man against the wall behind them, turning on him. His heart felt like it might just pound right out of his chest at any given moment, his rushing blood making his vision turn red. “I do this for them.” He held him by his neck, fingers wrapped around him, squeezing down. A part of him knew that he couldn’t choke the other, but another part wanted so badly to.

“How does that even make any sense?” The man shot back, not struggling against his hold, simply holding his wrist for support. His anger flared even more at the Cheshire’s calmness. He had no idea what kind of danger he was putting himself into and yet here he was, calm as ever with his stupidly smug face. He pressed even closer as the man’s eyes saddened and he let out a soft sigh. “But it’s okay…. I’m going to help you through this addiction, Aurelian. I promise.”

Before he could even say anything, deny the addiction to the drug, defend himself in a defenseless situation, a sharp sound escaped his lips as the man slashed across the tops of his wrist with sharp claws that ripped through his hard leather glove. Releasing the other on instinct, he took a small step back. It was just enough room for Bomber to grab the bag and run, heading straight for the door. Whirling around and without a thought he reached out and grabbed whatever he could. When his fingers connected with something he gripped tightly and yanked, pulling the man back to him, not realizing he had just pulled his friend back by his hair. The man let out a sharp sound as he was pulled back and thrown to the side. Rolling across the ground, he ignored him, eyes on the bag. Snatching it up, he quickly dug through it, pulling out the already filled syringe. The glowing blue liquid filled his mind as he looked at it, feeling a growing need bubble up inside him. He closed his eyes as he pressed the needle against his hip, not even flinching as he pressed it into his skin. He could barely even feel the sting of the needle anymore. Pushing down on the plunger, he waited for the rush to hit, for the pain to go away, for this body to go numb and everything to be okay again.

His eyes shot open when he realized that the rush never came, that he could still feel his blood boiling in his body, his heart pounding so hard now that it was hard to breathe. Pulling out the needle he looked at the empty vial, panic and confusion rushing through his mind. Looking at his wrist, he realized that there was no blood where the Cheshire had scratched him, instead there were thin white lines that were glowing brightly. His mind came to a screeching halt and the world stood still as he stared at them. His heart beating in his ears so hard, yet it was so slow at the same time, like it was slowly coming to a stop. The voice of his friend floated through his mind, disembodied and almost haunting.

“It’s not working… is it? It never will again. It can’t now.”

“What did you do?” his own voice sounded so distant. Like it wasn’t even him talking, but someone else so very far away that he could barely even hear them, even if they were to shout.

“I said I would help. I-”

“You’re an idiot.” He whispered, closing his eyes as he felt the clawing at his stomach and chest starting to grow more and more intense. It was too late, he was out of time. “You’re a God damned idiot. You have no idea what you’ve done.” He slowly let go off the syringe as he turned to look at Bomber, who was sitting up on his elbows, looking at the blonde with that same neutral expression on his face. It only made the clawing worse, the beast wanting to tear into the man and eat him whole. “I’m so sorry, Chimurou.” He whispered, feeling tears start to weld in his eyes and he groaned, pain shooting through him. He felt like his bones were on fire, every single one starting to morph and change. Reaching up to grab his face he groaned, gripping to his hair. “Please…. Run….”

***

Bomber opened his mouth to protest at the other using his real name, the pull of its power making a shiver run down his spine and caused his fur to stand on end. But instead of a protest, his voice was lost as he watched his friend doubled over, gripping to his hair. “Aurelian!” he scrambled to his feet and started towards the other before he stopped at the roaring voice of the other.

“RUN!”

He had never heard the other even raise his voice, let alone yell. But there was something off about the way that he had said it, he wasn’t yelling in anger but for a different reason. His voice was filled with pain and fear, shaking from the effort to keep something in. Standing very still, he watched as the man before him began to change. His back arched up towards the ceiling as he fell to his knees with a loud crunch, crushing the syringe under his knee. He took a small step back, a flash of fear going through him. The crunching of the man’s bones echoed off the walls as his body grew and morphed, ripping through his pants, large claws tearing his boots to shreds. The leather gloves the blonde always wore ripped straight off as his hands turned to large clawed paw like hands. Bomber slowly backed into the wall behind him as his friend stood up very slowly, standing at a full height of easily nine feet tall and at least four and a half feet wide. His body covered in a soft golden fur, but from his knees down they were a bloody red color. His honey colored eyes landed on Bomber and he bared sharp teeth, drool dripping from his slightly opened maw. Where his friend had once stood, now there was a terrifyingly huge werewolf that was looking at him with particularly hungry eyes.

Bomber’s blood ran cold, watching as the creature slowly turned towards him, a rumbling growl escaping from his massive chest. His eyes traveled from his large teeth to his colossal claws. Never in his life had he feared death, knowing that he would never be gone for long, but as he stared down with the giant beast before him, fear was all he could feel. Not for his own life, but for the other’s. He was going to be eaten alive, he knew that, and Nugget couldn’t handle that much darkness in his system. The man was far too good, too pure hearted to be tainted with Bomber’s own dark soul. But he felt trapped, unable to move. The crypt was magically sealed off, not letting him use his own magic to get out or at all for that matter. He had made it a completely neutral zone for himself and Xamu for their time together but gave it to Nugget when he had asked for a place to hide. He didn’t just feel trapped, but he was quite literally just that. He was going to die and take his friend with him if he didn’t think fast.

Looking towards the door, he thought for only a moment before bolting towards it. Maybe if he was fast enough, he could outrun the beast. But he barely made it three steps when he was slammed back into the wall, so hard that his head snapped back against it making him see stars. A single large paw of a hand pinned down his entire chest, the tips of the creature’s claws digging into his chest, making him shiver. He looked at the wolf with fearful eyes, trying to sink back into the stone wall as the creature came closer. Its hot breath pressed against his face and neck as he tilted his head to the side, clenching his eyes tightly. His instinct was to fight back, but he couldn’t bring himself to hurt the other, his mind battling with itself. Either way he was going to end up hurting or even killing the other, so it was a pointless battle. This was it, he was going to cause the dead of one of his best friends and there was nothing he could do about it.

His eyes shot open as he felt the large, warm tongue of the creature run across his neck and shoulder. Shivering just a little, he could feel the fur on his tail puff up and twitch behind him. Was he… tasting him? The thought made his face burn and his chest tighten just a little. He tilted his head slightly towards the creature, watching him with curious yellow eyes as the wolf ran a single claw over his shoulder, ripping this shirt clean off. He didn’t even leave a mark on his skin, just the shirt was cut. That made Bomber hesitate for a moment before he spoke.

“Aurelian?”

The response he got was a growl and another lick across his neck, this time rougher. He shivered, closing his eyes just a little.

“What are you-”

“I know what you did here.” The wolf growled at him, his voice so deep in his chest that it barely sounded human. It started Bomber, more the fact that he could talk at all rather than his tone. His voice was so dark and dripping with something almost forbidden. It made him want to quiver. As the creature pressed his muzzled to Bomber’s neck, he licked across the front of it, making the Cheshire let out a soft sound that he couldn’t keep in.

“I know what you did with him here… Before you gave me this place.” He licked the back of his neck now, tilting his head the other way. “The first time I came in here it smelled so strongly of sex, I never wanted to leave.” He took in a deep breath against his shoulder, almost breathing in his hair. The words made Bomber grow still, his eyes widening just a little and his chest fluttered. He had offered to sleep with the man several times but he always refused for one reason or another. He had caught him watching Xamu and him several times, but never said anything, almost enjoying the fact that the other was watching in secret. He couldn’t say that he didn’t like being admired. He snapped back to reality when Nugget ran his claws over his shirt and ripped the cloth from him. He looked at him with wide eyes, his lips parting in a silent sound.

“I know all the places you would go.” He growled at the Cheshire, looking down at him with hard eyes. Though they were the same honey color as always, they held such a dark look in them, something he had never seen in the blonde before. “I’d imagine all the things he’d do to you, what you must have sounded like every time he’d push further and further into you… What you must feel like… Taste like.” The creature moved to lick his now bare chest, holding him up by his neck now. He gripped tightly to his wrist to keep his head from popping off, but the tightness around his neck made him want to moan. His hand was so big, he had to use both of his own to hold himself up. He looked at Nugget as the wolf gained eye contact again, peering at him down his massive muzzle, a grin on his face. “I’m going to make you scream louder than he ever did.”

Bomber suddenly felt like he was on fire, his chest growing so tight that it was getting hard to breathe. He couldn’t help but squirm at the words, feeling his pants slowly growing tighter. It didn’t take him to hear those words to know that he wasn’t going to be eaten but rather….

“Oh gods…” He whispered, the thought finally dawning on him before he was dropped to the ground. Landing on his ass with a sharp thump, he was suddenly face to face with the creature’s manhood. A soft pink color with a slightly darker tip, the shaft was about as thick as Xamu’s, if not thicker, and the knot at the end had to be at least the size of his own fists put together. The slightly pointed tip was already dripping a clear liquid that was starting to make a small pool on the stone floor. The Cheshire could feel his palms starting to itch, clawing at the floor as he felt his insides start to tighten. Without even noticing, he slightly parted his lips, his tongue slipping forward just till the tip was just past his lower lip. The creature let out a small amused sound as a hand wrapped through his hair.

“Take it, pretty boy.” He growled, pushing Bomber’s head towards his member. Yellow eyes looked up at him, his entire body set a flame from his words. This… This creature couldn’t possibly be his friend. He was far too crass, too rude…. Too eager. But… As his thoughts wondered his eyes moved back towards what was before him. Who was he to say no? Moving forward on his own, he wrapped his hand around the base of the shaft, sliding his fingers under the knot. Leaning in, he ran his tongue along from the bottom of the knot to the very tip of the point, taking in some of the liquid. The wolf growled softly and he looked up to see a grin on his face.

“Your tongue is rough.” He said in amusement, looking down at him for a moment before he moved to press the tip further against his tongue. Bomber parted his lips for the canine, watching him obediently. The skin felt slick under his fingers, almost like it had a natural slickness to it. He closed his eyes for a moment as he moved to take him in further, the feeling of his heat filled his mouth and made him moan. He was so big that he could barely wrap his lips around the wolf, he could only imagine… Another little sound escaped him before he could stop it, his claws digging into the ground further in the anticipation of what was to come.

The wolf made another amused sound as he gripped tighter to his hair, his claws scraping the back of his neck, making the Cheshire pull more of his length into him. “We haven’t even started and you’re already mewling for more.” He growled, making a sound that Bomber could only assume was a laugh. He felt suddenly very hot at his own actions, the laugh making him feel shame but at the same time, even hotter. He slowly reached up with his other hand to wrap it around the length that wouldn’t fit in his mouth and start to stroke very slowly. It took him a moment to get used to the girth of the man in his mouth, but once he got the hang of it, he started to move against him. He pressed his tongue up against him, slowly tilting his head in a way so that he could take in more and more of the other. He tasted so strangely sweet that he couldn’t help but find himself wanting more. It was then that his scent hit him and he had to stop, his hands squeezing down on the other so tightly it made the wolf shiver.

His eyes were wide open, the scent of the other’s pheromones filling his lungs. It was like the other was in heat, but something so much more intense then Bomber’s had ever encountered before. The smell made his body feel like it was going to melt, every muscle starting to shiver and quake as the wolf’s pheromones reacted with his own, making every nerve, ever hair on his body stand on end. He let out a quivering moan as he realized what was happening to him so fast and embarrassment flushed over him. His body was covered in sweat already, every inch of him wanting nothing but the creature before him. His trapped length pressed against the walls of its cloth prison in painful way. He had never fallen apart this quickly or quite this violently before. But there was something about the man’s heat that made his mouth water. He pulled the man’s length from his mouth, letting out a sharp gasp as he looked up at him with wide eyes, his lips parted in harsh pants already.

“What…. Wh-what…. Did…. Did you… Do to me?” his voice sounded broken, filled with nothing but a pure, burning want.

The wolf looked down at him, the grin still on his face. “You can smell it can’t you?” he said, pushing the tip up against his cheek, the Cheshire shivered again and almost instinctively nuzzled against him. He nodded just a little, watching him as his pants turned heavier.

“You’ve never smelled anything like me before, have you?”

He shook his head, letting out another sound as he turned his head to lick along his length, needing something inside him. It was like he was about to be pushed into his own heat, a maddening lust starting to drive him up the wall.

He almost protested as he the other pulled away from him, his hands not watching to let go of the shaft but when a giant hand knocked him to the side, he didn’t have much of a choice. Landing hard on the ground, he didn’t want to move. The cool feeling of the stone on his hot skin making him shiver and moan. He could smell the blood and cum that had been soaked into it, which made him only want it even more. He felt like he was losing his mind. Without his powers to release some of the pressure that was building with in his body, he felt he might break. He rolled over onto his stomach, curling in on himself, he reached up to grab his hair, rubbing the back of his ears. Touching the normally sensitive spot almost made him cum right then and there, a sharp sound escaping him.

He barely even noticed as the wolf pressed against him from behind, pulling his hips up off the ground. He moved obediently, rubbing his ass back against his length. He could feel the slickness though the cloth of his pants, an ache in his body begging for the other. “Can you smell it in the ground? Your whorish ways that have soaked in and left their stench behind?” The wolf growled, licking along his bare back, making him moan softly again. He nodded a little, pressing his cheek against the ground. His tongue wouldn’t stay in his mouth, but he also couldn’t keep his lips closed. His breath felt hot, like he might be breathing fire.

“Answer me, whore.”

“Y-y-yes….” He managed to get out, the words making him shiver. He had been called that many times before by so many different people but hearing that deep, dangerous voice call him that. Another moan escaped him as he pressed back harder against the creature’s length. He wanted to be his whore more than anything else. The wolf growled against his skin before chuckling again.

“Do you want me that badly?”

He nodded again. “Yes.” The other ripped into his pants, slowly starting to peel them away but he also pulled away, leaving his hot and naked body exposed. He let out a sharp sound as he was finally release from the cloth prison, his length throbbing with a need to be touched. “Beg for it, whore. I want you to beg for me.” He let out a low moan before he could stop himself, his hands moving to support himself, the sound of his own claws scrapping against the stone echoed in his ears. He pushed back against nothing, arching his back and spreading his legs. His tail wrapped around his own neck to be out of the way as he looked over his shoulder at the other with pleading eyes. His hips absently rubbed against nothing, the very tip of his length barely touching the cool ground. Even that small amount of contact was almost enough to make him want to grind down harder.

The wolf looked almost amused, stroking himself, sitting back on his hunches. He watched Bomber with deadly eyes, looking over his body with bared teeth. He wanted to feel those teeth dig into him, to rip apart his flesh. Feel his claws skin him alive, anything to make the heat go away. “You’re going to have to try harder than that, whore.” The wolf growled, stroking harder, making the Cheshire jealous. “Say it.”

He bit his lower lip, closing his eyes as he felt like his entire body was about to shake apart from the quivering. He had some pride left…. But at the same time.

“Ahhhhnnnn, fuck…. Aurelian… Aurelian, please.” His voice came out as a desperate whine as he clawed at the ground harder. He wanted to touch himself to rid himself of this pressure that was building with in him, but he was unstable to even move.

“Please what?” he prompted further, making the Cheshire groan, his ears pressing back against his head.

“Fuck me… Fuck me please, Aurelian, I can’t…. I can’t handle this heat.” He moaned, gripping to his hair again. “I need… I need you. I want you so badly. Aurelian, please… Please make me your bitch.”

“Harder, Chimurou.”

He couldn’t help himself from moaning loudly at the sound of his name, a shock running so fast through his body it made him shutter. He whined and spread his legs further apart, pushing his ass further in the air, further towards the creature. “Aurelian… I….” his voice got caught before he shuttered and let out a low moan, realizing what the other wanted to hear. “Be my master.” He said, looking over his shoulder at the creature, watching as almost surprise went through his honey colored eyes. “Claim my body, claim my soul… Make your mark on me and make me your whore.” He finally got the nerves to reach up and pull his hair over his shoulder, his tail unwrapping from his neck as he showed off as much of his skin as possible. “Claim me over and over and over again till my body breaks. Till I want nothing but you. Cum inside me and fill me to the tipping point, the fill me again. Make me scream your name over and over again till it’s the only thing I’ll ever say.” His own words were starting to get to him, his vision growing blurry as he slowly tilted his head back, dragging his claws down his neck and chest. “Make me your dirty fucking whore, my master.” He looked back at him again, feeling like he might break at only his own words. “Make me your slave.”

The creature only stared at him for a moment and Bomber could swear he saw a blush under the fur before sharp claws dug into his hips and drew him backwards. His gasp of pain was replaced quickly with a deep moan that poured from him as the creature pressed his maw to his ass. A thick, slick tongue pressed against his entrance and along the back of his length. Soft moans escaped him with each lick, his body starting to shake again. He wrapped his arms around his head, pressing his face into his elbows as his moans echoed off the walls of the crypt. He pressed back into his mouth, trying to get the tongue to be pushed further into him. He was rewarded with sharp teeth scraping against his ass while the wolf pressed his tongue against his entrance, pushing into his body with very little force. His tail wrapped around the creature’s neck as he let out a louder moan, arching his back further.

“Ahhhnnnn, Gods yes~” he whined, his claws digging into his shoulders. He barely even registered the pain that he felt from them piercing through his skin. “Aurelian… Aurelian~” he pushed back harder, but had his hips firmly pushed away by the large wolf. The creature pulled away from the other, leaving him whining and whimpering, wanting more. “Hhhnnnn…. N-No… Pl-Please, Master.” He arched his chest downwards into the floor to push himself up even further. “Please… Do-Don’t s-st-st-stop, m-m-my Ma-master.”

“So eager.” The werewolf growled, his voice sounding distant as a sharp claw ran over his entrance. Another little moan escaped him as he slowly pushed off the ground, holding himself up on his elbows and knees now. He peered between his legs, trying to ignore his own hard length as he focused on the slick pink one from before, biting his lower lip. He couldn’t do this anymore, he couldn’t wait any longer. Despite the change in his behavior, he knew that this creature was still his friend. If he knew his friend at all, he knew he was a noble man, no matter what Nugget may think, and he was a romantic in every possible way.

“Master…. I want to kiss you.” He whispered, looking shyly over his shoulder. The wolf looked at him for a moment before he leaned in closer to him, slowly moving his hands down to the ground. The moment he let go, Bomber moved. He spun around onto his back and his legs latched around the wolf’s hips, his upper body supported on his elbows. Before the creature could do anything, he pulled himself down onto him, taking the creature’s full length till he was sitting on the knot. His eyes widened as he felt the hot skin fill him, stretching him in a way he had never been before. His eyes rolled back into his head as it felt backwards, vision blurring again. He wasn’t sure if the sounds he heard were his own or the wolf’s, but they filled his mind with nothing but the pleasure of the other. He felt like the world had completely dissolved under him. He felt a large arm wrap around him, pulling him even closer. He reached up and gripped to the fur on the other’s chest, slowly trying to regain something of his mind. But the moment he had even a glimmer of his pride, it all was lost when the wolf started to move his hips against him.

Bomber let out a low, long moan, his head resting against the creature’s arm as he moved his own hips back against him. He ground down against every thrust, each one pulling a deep and louder moan from the Cheshire’s body. His length rubbed against the other’s stomach as he pressed even closer, trying to meld with him. Each thrust made him feel fuller and fuller, making him want more and more with every passing moment. Their moans mixed together in his mind in a swirling mess of sounds and heat. Pressing his face into his chest, he breathed in his scent that only made him want more. Everything that this creature did left him aching. He needed more. He had to have more.

His eyes shot open when he felt a ping of pure pleasure shoot though his body and erupt from him in a near scream of a moan. His claws dug into the other’s chest and the smell of his blood filled his nose. Licking at the wounds, he tried to use them to keep quiet but his moans were too hard to suppress. His entire body felt like it was about to explode with a power that he couldn’t release, everything building up into a burning need to rip from his body. A softer mewl escaped him when he felt the wolf’s tongue on his ear, making him shiver and slowly look up at him. His vision was still blurred, seeing mostly only a golden mass before him. He shivered again as the creature licked his ear again, while never stopping his rolling rhythm of pounding into him.

“Won’t you cum for me, whore?” the creature growled in his ear, licking the edge of it again, making him moan. The words made the fire want to burst from his chest, making him try to push down harder against the trusts. “I want to, Master… Ahhhhhhnnnnnn, Oh Gods, I want to!” he cried, his head swimming in the heat. He looked up at him with pleading eyes, trying to move harder and faster against his thrusts but his movements were impaired with desperation. “I…. Why…. Why can’t I….” his words were lost in another steam of moans. He couldn’t finish, despite being so close to the edge, he felt so far away. The block on his power was making it impossible to release, the pleasure just continued to build and build with in him, driving him insane. With another hard thrust and an even stronger ping of pure pleasure, he let out a scream that felt like it might rip his voice from his throat. He looked up at the wolf, his entire body past the point of shaking now, but rather it quaked and jolted with every little movement. His sense of consciousness wasn’t going to last very long at this rate, the fire would consume his body. He tried to speak, but his words were lost in his screams and moans. “Hnnnmmm… Ahh…Cum for me… Chimurou.” The name hit him hard at the same time that he was pulled onto the wolf’s knot. He could feel as the hot liquid shot into him filling his entire body as the same time that the fire that threatened to consume him break away from him. His entire body tightened at the release, the scream shattering his voice to the breaking point as he came with a hard jolt. The feeling though of being filled continued as he went over his peak and continued as he tumbled into a darkness. His head continued to swim and he felt like he was falling, but the feeling didn’t last long as his consciousness slipped away into a familiar, cold, and darkness. The last thing he heard was a long, low howling of the wolf. *** The first thing that came to him was the strong smell of sex and blood that filled his nose, making him twitch a little. Every part of his body felt heavy, including his eye lids as he tried to very slowly open them. What had happened? The last thing he could remember was… “Oh god.” Nugget’s eyes shot open as he looked around. He was in the crypt, all the candles still lit. He was on his bed of torn blankets and pillows. He could remember every that had happened last night. The sound of Bomber moaning, the things he had said to him, the way he had felt. The memory made his cheeks feel tight and hot, a heat slowly starting to rise in him again. He pushed it away as he slowly tried to sit up but his body protested. He moaned softly in exhaustion, looking around the crypt the best he could from his angle. There was no sign of the Cheshire anywhere. He put an arm across his forehead, shame and self-loathing washing over him. What had he done? He had ruined his one friendship he really had left. He had taken his pride, his love, everything. Everything was gone and shattered now. Bomber was going to never forgive him for this, and even worse, he was probably going to be terrified of it. He had probably run as fast as he could when he had woken up. Tears welded in his eyes as he felt his heart clench. He had lost his best friend. “Damn it.” He whispered under his breath, trying to calm himself the best he could, but the tears rolled down his cheeks, flowing freely. He nearly jumped out of his skin when he felt something slowly sit on his lap. Jolting, he pulled his arms away from his face and raised a fist to the attacker but caught himself mid strike. His eyes widened and his heart skipped a beat when he saw who it was. Bomber, still covered in the blood and cum from the night before, smiled down at the man. His yellow eyes were soft and sweet, holding something that only made Nugget want to cry harder. The love that poured from the man, filled him, making his heart pounding in his chest. “You’re still here?” he whispered, slowly reaching out to cup his cheek but hesitated, pausing halfway there. Why did he even want to touch this man? To be close to him in any way? Was it only because of the night before or…. His thoughts were interrupted as Bomber reached out to his hand and moved to nuzzle against it. A soft purring emanated from his chest, his tail slowly wrapping around his leg. The Cheshire slowly reached out with his other hand to wipe his tears away. His touches were so gentle and sweet, even after last night. Confusion filled his mind as he looked over the man’s gentle face, watching as he slowly moved closer to him. He laid across him, their chests flush against one another. “Why are you still here?” Bomber chuckled very softly as he stroked his cheek. He was blinking very slowly, his yellow eyes glowing in the dim light. “I wouldn’t leave you, Aurelian.” He whispered, slowly leaning in and placing a kiss at the corner of his lips. He felt the heat flash across his cheeks again as he slowly looked at Bomber, not really comprehending his words. “But I-“ He was cut off as the other placed a finger on his lips, softly hushing him. He moved in so that the tips of their noses were almost touching as he spoke very softly to him. His long black hair fell over them like a dark curtain, blocking out what little light there was leaving the only thing in his vision those glowing yellow eyes. “Don’t concern yourself with such petty things, love.” Bomber whispered, slowly moving his finger along the edge of his lips, leaving them tingling. “I would never leave you because I love you… You know this, Aurelian. You’re my best friend, how could I ever leave you alone.” “I… I know but… After last night….” The words felt shaky even to him as he reached up to stroke the other’s hair out of the way, trying to gain something back to his vision. It slowly dawned on him that he too was still naked and covered in various different bodily fluids. He looked over Bomber the best he could as he slowly pushed him away. The man didn’t fight, letting him see the many bites and scratches that he had left behind. “I hurt you.” He whispered, feeling his heart tighten. “I… I hurt you and I… I...” his body started to shake as he slowly tried to pull away from his friend, the words get caught in his throat. “I raped you.” He whispered, tears flowing freely once more as guilt and sadness washed over him. He put a hand over his eyes, gritting his teeth. “I’m… I’m so sorry… I… I can never… I could never…. I didn’t mean….” He flinched a little as the other pulled his hand away from his face. He could barely bring himself to look at the other, but Bomber moved to catch his eye. Concern filled his loving eyes once more as he stroked his cheeks, trying to brush the tears away. “Is that what you think happened last night?” he asked, his voice soft. He couldn’t even make a sound as he nodded very slowly. He parted his lips to say something but was cut off once more. This time, his words were lost to a passionate and loving kiss. He grew very still for a moment his eyes widening as he looked at the other, not sure what to do. When Bomber drew back, he watched him with a mix of emotions. Timid, terrified, confused. “That’s not what happened last night.” The Cheshire said, his voice so sure and strong of himself. “You didn’t hurt me, Aurelian, and I’m not just saying that to make you feel better.” He raised an eyebrow at the other’s silent protest. He stroked his cheek very softly, Nugget slowly leaning into his hand as he listened to him speak. “What happened last night, was completely okay with me. I do believe I was even the one that made the final leap.” He chuckled softly as he moved to kiss his cheek. “I love you, Aurelian. I will always give myself to you willingly.” “Chimurou….” He whispered before he could stop himself, feeling the other shiver against him. He looked at him with soft eyes, still feeling guilty for what he had done. He watched the man as he slowly slid his arms around his neck, twisting his fingers into his long blonde hair. He couldn’t help but wrap his arms around the other’s waist, pulling him a little closer. “You turn again tonight… correct?” Bomber asked very softly, his yellow eyes flashing. He blushed a little but nodded slightly. “Tonight and tomorrow night, yes.” Bomber slowly moved in closer, placing soft kisses up his neck that made him shiver, a soft sound escaping his lips. “Let’s do it again tonight.” He whispered, making Nugget’s heart skip a beat as he slowly turned his head to face him. He was met with loving yet lustful eyes, the other slowly bringing his hand to cup his cheek. “And tomorrow night. Let’s do it again today and tomorrow.” He whispered, making the other blush as he could feel the heat starting to build again in his chest. “You want to…” his voice trailed off as he felt the other’s length lightly press against his own, a soft little sound escaping him. “I want you, Aurelian.” He whispered against the corner of his mouth, making him blush even darker. “I’m your dirty little whore and I want you to be my Master.” The words made him shiver as he slowly closed his eyes, the heat starting to take over his body again. “And even if it’s only three days out of the month, I don’t care. I want you… I want you to fuck me.” “I can’t do that.” He whispered before he could stop himself, slowly looking at the other. A sadness fell over Bomber’s face, but he continued to smile at him none the less. Very slowly he started to move, but Nugget didn’t let him get very far. Now it was his turn to take the advantage as he finally found the strength to move. He flipped them over so that he had the other pinned in the blankets, his arms still wrapped around his shoulders. Now the Cheshire had a dark halo of hair around his head, his eyes filled with a look of surprise. “I will be your Master.” Nugget said, looking down at the other with soft eyes as he slowly stroked his cheek with one hand. “But I won’t fuck you.” The surprise slowly turned to a confused sadness, the man’s ears twitching very slightly. “Not every time… No.” he smiled down at the other as he moved in closer to him, placing a very soft kiss on his lips. “I want to make love to you, my Chimurou.” The other looked at him for a long moment, a soft blush slowly crossing across his cheeks as he smiled up at him. “As you wish, my Master.”

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