Leader In Crows

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Playdate

MDNI - 18+ Content

Wordcount: 6900

Summary: Xavier and Sylus set up a playdate to socialize their hybrids. Can dogs and cats really get along?

A/N: I started this MONTHS ago for @leaderincrows I AM SORRY IT'S SO LATE ILU!

Tags: hybrids, catboy!Zayne, dogboy!Caleb, Master/Pet relationships, Zayne has a pussy (obviously,) knotting, blowjobs, handjobs, cunnilingus, scent kink, muzzles, mentions of breeding, animal characteristics, hear me out: Belgian Malinois Caleb, brat breaking, CrowStar, SnowApple, THE CURE FOR BRAT IS KNOT!!!

Xavier leaned back on the couch, checking his phone for the time as he idly pet at Caleb’s soft brunette hair, scritching behind his long pointed ears atop his head. Caleb closed his eyes and a goofy smile drifted onto his face. 

“It’s time, puppy.” Xaver said, his sleepy voice entering Caleb’s mind like clouds drifting through his brain. Unfortunately Caleb knew exactly what that meant, and opened his eyes to give Xavier the biggest fawn eyes he could muster. His mouth pulled into a pout and soft whine came from the back of his throat.

“Do I really have to get in the crate?” Caleb said dramatically, bringing up a hand to massage at Xavier’s calf beneath the soft cloth of his sweatpants. Xavier gave him a soft smile and ruffled his hair. 

“I’m afraid so, you get too excited.” Xavier said with another scratch to his brown-black ears. Caleb sighed, rubbing his cheek against Xavier’s thigh. His eyes looked sad when he looked back up at Xavier, the same way they did when Caleb was begging for treats or sex.

“But what if I’m really really good this time?” Caleb said, his voice honeyed and desperate. Xavier chuckled, and softly gripped Caleb’s chin, leaning down for a quick kiss. For an instant, Caleb thought he’d won. 

“Don’t make me tell you again.” Xavier said, his whisper-soft voice a mere veil over the firmness in his fingers. Caleb’s ears dropped, and his tail tucked. Xavier tapped on his nose with a gentle finger playfully to get him to move.

Though he whined all the way to his crate, he complied. Xavier had adopted Caleb a couple of years ago from a rescue house, and though he’d been warned about how excitable a hybrid of Caleb’s breed could be, he had learned the hard way how much structure Caleb needed to keep from going off the rails. Still, he’d been a good boy who thrived in positive reinforcement and many, many hours of training and proper exercising. Xavier knew he deserved a treat for his good behaviour, but his initial reaction to guests still needed work. 

As soon as Caleb was latched within the comfortable crate, a knock sounded on the door. Caleb’s ears went up immediately, and his tail wagged so fast that Xavier could practically see it blur. Before Xavier could say anything, Caleb was already barking out words for his visitors. 

“SOMEONE’S AT THE DOOR!” Caleb shouted excitedly. 

“Caleb!” Xavier hissed, pressing fingers into his forehead.

“I hear them!” Caleb shouted again. His tail wagged erratically at the promise of a new friend. “Don’t you hear them!?” 

“Yes Caleb, I can hear them.” Xavier said flatly. “This is why you’re crated. No barking.”

Caleb opened his mouth to shout again, but closed it, ears drooping. Xavier sighed, and knelt next to the crate.

“Don’t worry, puppy. It’s going to be a good night, but you have to mind your manners.” Xavier said with a sweet smile, reaching through the bars of the crate to scratch at his ears in reassurance. Caleb turned towards his hand to lick at his fingers, eyes going wide and docile at his touch.

Xavier stood, smoothing out his sweater before he answered the door. He felt the corners of his mouth turn up and ease into a warm smile as he came face to face with Sylus, whose scarlet eyes glinted with a mirth that reached his cheshire lips. Sylus was dressed casually in a sweater and slacks with the end of a leash held loosely in his right hand and a small bag hung over his left shoulder. Xavier’s eyes followed the black leather lead all the way to a matching collar clasped around the neck of a catboy with a bored expression waiting on his knees, naked and obedient. Xavier wondered if his hair was as soft as the fur of his plumed, agitated tail looked. 

“Please, come in.” he said, holding the door open as Sylus walked in first and then gently tugged on Zayne’s lead to make him move. 

Zayne seemed hesitant, and Sylus didn’t take it as a mark of disobedience. He was patient as Zayne carefully crossed the threshold. New smells and sights flooded his senses, and catboys were known to be cautious, so Sylus kept the leash slack and allowed Zayne to take in his surroundings. 

The area was cozy, warm despite the clean-looking color palette of linen whites and blues. What caught Sylus’ eye were the personal touches. The CD collection, the compact piano in the corner, the basket of tennis balls and thoroughly loved toys, the case full of books slid against the wall. It was homey and clean, but so utterly lived and loved in. 

There was soft carpet beneath Zayne’s hands and knees that felt plush to the touch as he crawled through the space, taking each pace slowly. He sniffed the air, and his nose wrinkled. Sylus let him explore on-leash but turned to Xavier to speak to him.

“You have a lovely home.” Sylus said politely. Zayne scoffed from below him. 

“It smells like dog.” he snipped with distaste, sliding his narrowed gaze to the crate in the back corner of the living room. His ears twitched and his fluffy tail snapped. Sylus sighed, and tightened his hold on the leash to pull at Zayne’s neck with a firm pressure. Zayne’s exhale rattled against his teeth and he looked up at Sylus with a vengeful gaze, tail thrashing behind him. Sylus did not budge. 

“That is no way to greet our host.” Sylus tutted, wrapping his knuckles in another layer of leather leash that left Zayne gritting his teeth with the pressure on his neck. 

Xavier gave a soft smile and plopped down on his plush couch, completely relaxed in his own space. 

“It’s fine, Sylus. He’s in a new place.” he said kindly. 

Sylus scoffed, clearly Xavier had never owned cats. He slowly let the slack out to release pressure around Zayne’s neck, and reached with his free hand to unhook the leash. 

“Greet him properly.” Sylus crooned in his ear. 

Zayne’s feline ears twitched again at the feeling of hot breath against the delicate skin. Zayne did not answer him, setting his jaw resolutely before he took a deep breath now that the pressure was gone. Sylus’ words might have sounded like a suggestion, but Zayne knew that it was a warning wrapped in velvet. Zayne gave an audible sigh, and turned to do as he was told.

“Understood.” he said with a petulant tone. That wouldn’t do. Sylus promptly hooked long fingers into his soft-lined collar, preventing him from moving forward. 

“Attitude, kitten.” Sylus said with a smirk. “I know you want to posture in front of the dog, but you know better. Try again.”

Zayne’s ears were pinned back and his tail curled. His cheeks burned red, all too aware of Caleb’s curious eyes on him. Humiliation made his ears feel warm and his pussy wet. He forced himself to swallow and tried to remain composed. 

“Yes, Master.” he said softly, avoiding eye contact with everyone in the room. Sylus grinned and let him go without another word. 

Zayne crawled forward, completely aware of his task, and brought himself before Xavier. He bent over, face held near the floor, and kissed the tops of Xavier’s feet reverently with his tail still low to the ground with embarrassment. Xavier smiled at him softly and leaned down to scratch Zayne between his soft ears on the crown of his head.

“So you can be sweet when you want to be, huh?” Xavier cooed to the kitty between his legs. He gestured for Sylus to sit on the couch, and Sylus sank into the soft cushions, placing the black bag and Zayne’s leash at his feet.

Zayne sighed, eyes sliding closed as a purr bubbled in his throat. He followed Xavier’s light touch, bunting into his fingers for more scritches and attention until he was rubbing his face on Xavier’s thigh with parted lips. Sylus watched on with a smirk on his face, pleased with how quickly Zayne had folded before their host. A loud whine punctured the moment along with a rattling of the cage that held Caleb back.

“He’s gonna get his scent all over you!” Caleb complained. Xavier’s blue eyes narrowed at the crate.

“Caleb, no barking.” Xavier said sternly. Caleb pouted, his eyes nearly tearing up in jealousy. Xavier turned back to Sylus, refusing to acknowledge bad behavior and took on a nonchalant tone. “Do you mind if I take a closer look?”

“By all means.” Sylus said, gesturing to Zayne. 

Xavier smiled, and gently gripped at Zayne’s hair to bring his head up. He started with soft hands framing Zayne’s face to examine his eyes, perfectly green with sparks of hazel that fell half lidded when Xavier scratched beneath his sharp jawline just above his scent gland. His thumb brushed over Zayne’s bottom lip softly before he adjusted his hand and gripped his chin to prompt his lips open so he could slip two fingers into his mouth past his pointed eyeteeth to pet over his tongue. Zayne’s tail bristled but he kept silent and quiet. Xavier touched over his teeth and examined his mouth with curiosity.

“He’s beautiful.” Xavier told Sylus with appreciation as if Zayne wasn’t even in the room to hear him. “You take such good care of him.” 

“Thank you.” Sylus preened. “He’s a handful, but I suspect it’s simply because he knows his worth.”

Zayne purred a bit at that, closing his eyes as Xavier began to draw his fingers back and forth over his tongue and closed his lips around them on instinct, fellating them like a cock. Xavier was impressed, Zayne knew how to mind his fangs.

“I’m glad we’re finally meeting up.” Xavier said nonchalantly as he pumped his fingers in and out of Zayne’s mouth. Zayne was purring again and Xavier felt himself harden in his sweats when he felt the vibrations on his tongue. “It’s been hard to get Caleb out because of the rain these past few days, so I figured a playdate would cheer him up.”

“Definitely.” Sylus nodded, palming himself over his pants at Zayne’s docile expression while Xavier used him like a toy. “Zayne is an inside cat, I’ve been meaning to socialize him for awhile now.”

“I understand that. Caleb could use it too. When we go to the dog park, sometimes his energy can be a bit intense, so this was perfect for him to be in a more controlled environment. Thank you for coming.” Xavier said warmly. He drew his fingers out of Zayne’s mouth, and his eyes opened a bit while he panted gently with an open mouth. “Turn around for me please, Zayne.”

Zayne swallowed and did as he was told much to Sylus’ pleasure. Xavier cupped the bare cheek of his ass as if inspecting him again, and scratched the base of his tail which brought another wave of purring. Xavier kept skin contact with him so as not to scare him, and his gentle fingers drifted lower to his pussy. Xavier pet over his ample pubic hair and dragged through the lips of his pussy softly, dipping inside to feel how wet he was. Zayne mewed in a soft breath, and the muscles of his back flexed as he arched downward, backing up into Xavier’s soft touch with his fluffy tail lifted to give him unfettered access. 

“It’s not fair!” Caleb whined from the crate, a sharp puppy cry breaking past his lips. “I wanna play too!”

“If you keep this up, you’ll be stuck in there all night and watch us take your place.” Xavier said, glancing up at Caleb with a stern face. Sylus chuckled. 

“He’s just feeling left out, don’t be so hard on him.” Sylus said with an easy smile, eyes trained on Caleb’s tense form and flitting tail. 

“You’ve never owned a large breed have you?” Xavier said with a small laugh of his own as he pumped a finger inside of Zayne’s heat gently. Zayne’s ass was raised, chest on the floor, with breathy moans rising from his mouth. Xavier gently withdrew his fingers to sit up once again. “They need rules, or they’ll walk all over you. He’s a high energy breed.”

Xavier looked over at the crate where Caleb was staring at him with drooped ears and a miserable look. Xavier sighed, and patted Zayne on the flank softly to get his attention. 

“Go ahead, Zayne. Go say “hello.” Xavier said. Zayne slowly got up, pussy tingling with a new wave of arousal at Xavier’s touches. He looked to Sylus for confirmation.

“It’s alright, kitten.” Sylus said with a permissive nod. 

Zayne’s ears twitched as he righted himself and regulated his breathing before he turned himself towards the crate. Caleb seemed excited, too much for comfort. Zayne’s ears flattened and his tail snapped as he padded forward with slow, cautious steps. Caleb’s stance was tense. His ears were alert on the top of his head, and he was on his knees with his hands tucked into his body. He was excited while trying to remain still, and his shoulders shook while his lips were pressed together to keep from startling Zayne. His head tilted and he leaned into the bars of the crate, taking quick breaths through his nose to capture Zayne’s floral smell. 

Zayne could smell Caleb too as he drew closer. He smelled like summer and cinnamon, as if the sun was shining on him all the time. His ears twitched as he approached curiously. Caleb attempted to keep still, and Zayne wondered if he’d been wrong about this mutt. Gingerly he approached the bars next to Caleb’s face and nosed between the bars, head bobbing up and down as he smelled the air within the cage rife with musk and a twist of apple. It wasn’t unpleasant. 

Zayne’s nose brushed against Caleb’s, and everything changed. At the lightest contact, Caleb reacted, his warm body shoving into the side of the crate as pressed his lips through the bars, shoving as far as he could to steal a kiss from Zayne excitedly. Zayne’s ears flew back. His tail puffed up in alarm and he lurched back from the touch. His lips pulled back and he showed his fangs while a yowl erupted from his chest chased by a harsh hiss through his teeth and curled tongue. Xavier was on his feet in a second.

“NO.” he said in a raised voice to Caleb, walking with purpose towards the crate. “Bad dog!”

Caleb wilted at the admonishment, tucking his curled tail with pinned ears and wide, pitiful eyes. No matter how sorry he looked, it didn’t stop Xavier from picking up a small metal object of woven wire before he flipped open the latch to the crate. Zayne had fled to the refuge between Sylus’ legs, and Sylus soothed him with gentle touches to his face and scratches behind his ears. 

Zayne’s wide eyes were trained on Caleb as Xavier snapped his fingers and pointed at the floor in front of him. Caleb kept his tail tucked and slowly trudged forward with guilt; not from behaving poorly, but from being caught. Xavier kneeled, and Caleb’s eyes squeezed shut in a clear indication that he knew what came next. Xavier brought the small cage lined in soft material to his face and fastened it around the bridge of his nose and under his chin. A muzzle.

“I know you’re excited, but you have to be nice to the kitty, Caleb.” Xavier said firmly as he clipped the straps around Caleb’s head. “Your punishment for acting out is that Zayne gets to decide when you take this off, okay?”

“I wanna be nice with my mouth.” Caleb pouted, looking longingly at Zayne who smiled with venom at this new rule. Zayne’s tail swished in satisfaction, and he left Sylus’ legs to pad to the middle of the living room with a posh sense of justice. Caleb’s mouth watered watching Zayne walk away, and he could smell his arousal. His fingers dug into the carpet, and he moved to follow Zayne when Xavier whistled to get his attention. 

“Caleb, what are you forgetting?” Xavier asked pointedly. Caleb tensed. Of course. 

Caleb walked to Sylus first, and lowered his caged head, nudging his muzzle gently into Sylus’ shoe with his lips pursed to try kissing it. He angled his head in a mad attempt to complete his task and feel the fine leather on his lips, but it was no use. Sylus took pity on the poor dog and reached down to pet him, folding his fingers through Caleb’s soft hair to massage his scalp. Caleb sighed happily, and hit the ground on his back to present for belly rubs. Sylus chuckled at his playful manner while Xavier got up to drift to the bar and make them both a drink. 

Sylus indulged Caleb, long fingers rubbing over his abs that tensed beneath his touch. His hand dripped to rub at his pecs, especially loving the higher-pitched sounds Caleb made when he pinched his nipples and then massaged them gently to soothe them. 

“Can't he take off the muzzle, kitten?” Sylus coaxed at Zayne, pausing his ministrations to accept a neat whiskey from Xavier who sat down on the couch next to him. “He seems awfully eager.” “No.” Zayne said petulantly. He was on his knees across the room watching this betrayal of pets and belly rubs with his tail curled around him on the ground and his ears twitching in annoyance. The tip of his tail tipped up and down and he turned his face to the side, nose stuck up and irritation. Sylus suppressed a smile. 

“I tried.” Sylus said to the dog on the floor. He patted Caleb’s arm in a prompt for him to get up. “You’re on your own. Go on, and be gentle.” 

Caleb groaned. This was completely unfair. He hadn’t done anything really bad! How was he supposed to resist when Zayne’s lips were so kissable?! Caleb rolled onto all-fours and began to crawl across the floor with a kicked-puppy expression and his tail between his legs to the one who held his fate in his hands. Zayne pretended not to notice or appreciate the way his heavy cock bobbed between his legs when he moved. 

Caleb approached Zayne, who was posturing as an unmoving statue in an effort not to care what his playmate did. Caleb tried to nose around his neck and bumped into Zayne’s jaw and ear with the bulky muzzle, trying to get close enough to capture his scent. Zayne’s face wrinkled, resolute in his decision to not look at Caleb at all. 

“You smell like flowers.” Caleb said with a dulcet charm that made Zayne’s pussy tingle. In truth, Zayne thought Caleb smelled good too; the summer-spice of sunshine, apples, and cinnamon drew him in, but he stood strong. Caleb still had the musk and rain smell of a canine and that’s what Zayned vowed to focus on.

“You smell like a mutt.” Zayne huffed with a derisive tone. Sylus and Xavier looked on as Caleb nosed his muzzle across Zayne’s pale shoulder until their cheeks were nearly flush together and the metal tines of the muzzle dug into Zayne’s face so Caleb could whisper in his ear.

“You’re lying.” Caleb whispered roughly with a sly lilt to his voice in dark amusement. Zayne felt a shiver run up his spine and his tail rattled in interest. “I can almost taste how wet you are.”

Zayne’s jaw was so tight that Sylus was worried he’d break a tooth, and Xavier leaned forward to snap his fingers. 

“Caleb, roll over.” he commanded in a firm but calm voice. Caleb’s ears swiveled, and he complied. The weight of the muzzle left Zayne’s shoulder as Caleb followed orders like a good boy and lowered himself to the ground to expose his belly with his arms and hands curled up into paws next to his chest. He wore a lazy smile and Zayne wrinkled his nose coldly at his display. 

“Caleb loves tummy rubs, Zayne.” Xavier said with his signature soft smile in an attempt to encourage him. Zayne scoffed loudly, looking away from Caleb. 

“I don’t see what that has to do with me.” Zayne said, rolling his eyes. 

Suddenly a small stream of water pinned Zayne right between the eyes. He recoiled, ears going flat and tail bristling before he locked eyes on Sylus and gave an expression of utter betrayal when he realized that Sylus had brought along his mortal enemy: the red squirt bottle. 

“For being rude to Xavier when he’s been nothing but nice to you.” Sylus tutted. “Don’t do that again.” 

Zayne bristled, fists balling in abject tension and torso going stiff as he looked at the dog laying next to him wearing a smug expression. His jaw was tightening again, and Sylus sighed. Maybe Zayne needed a little help loosening up. Sylus reached into the small bag he’d brought with him and drew out a small blue pouch stuffed to the brim like a pillow with something Zayne turned his head towards with a demure sniff and surprised eyes. Sylus tossed it at him, and Zayne caught the sachet easily with a lightning-fast flick of his arm.

Zayne squeezed the soft palm-sized pillow between his fingers, knowing full-well what it was. His nose twitched and his ears followed suit. Sylus smiled watching his kitty struggle to resist the grassy scent for a moment before he gave in. Zayne brought the blue fabric to his nose, inhaling deeply before he nuzzled at it with his cheek. A soft purr built in his chest, and his skin tingled pleasantly. Zayne’s tail swished behind him and his ears were facing forward, relaxed as the catnip melted away the stiffness and tension in his body and brain. His pussy throbbed. Maybe he’d judged the puppy too harshly.

Caleb whined from the ground, pouting when he saw Zayne’s tongue flick out to lick at the soft fabric. Zayne’s ears twitched at the sound and his heavy eyes opened to examine Caleb with a more relaxed frame of mind. Sylus kept a watchful eye on the two of them, and undid his belt when he saw Zayne looking at Caleb with a curious tilt of his head. Catnip wasn’t only good for spiking Zayne’s arousal, but for lulling him into a state that let him drop his inhibitions so he could relax and feel more in touch with his body and baser desires. Judging by the way Zayne’s lips parted as he stared at Caleb’s thick cock, it was working. 

Sylus’ hand dipped below the threshold of his briefs and fisted his cock, pulling it out to meet the open air. Xavier scooted closer to sylus and hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his grey sweatpants to pull them down and exposed his own aching erection, but paused while he waited to see what would happen.

“See, Zayne? Caleb’s trying to play nice with you, won’t you indulge him a little?” Sylus prompted him. Zayne’s purrs were getting louder, and Sylus’ cock twitched. He glanced at Xavier whose brow was furrowed in concern. The corner of Sylus’ mouth curved upwards, and Sylus reached over to brush his fingers against the shaft of Xavier’s dick gently. “It’s alright. He’s in a new place and needed help relaxing. Catnip won’t make him do anything he doesn’t want to do, believe me.”

Xavier relaxed at that and shivered at Sylus’ touch. He kept his lips pressed together to keep a moan from escaping, such a sound would have riled up Caleb even more. As it was, Caleb was starting to get antsy. He squirmed on the ground waiting for Zayne to make a move and bit at his lips. His eyes begged for him and his tail thumped on the floor in excited pitters. Finally, Zayne threw him a bone, and tossed the catnip toy aside. 

Zayne’s body felt fluid and light as he moved, and his head was delightfully calm. His eyes landed on Caleb’s muscular chest first, and he crawled on top of Caleb curiously to knead his fingertips into his pecs. Caleb’s cock twitched and his abs tensed at the pressure, but he stayed where he was, knees bending to plant his feet into the floor. Zayne’s tail made happy ‘S’ shapes at the warm, pliant feeling underneath his hands and he couldn’t resist bending his head forward to lick at one of Caleb’s nipples.

Caleb moaned, hands falling to his sides to grip at the carpet below him while his hips stuttered up to hump the air. Caleb looked to Xavier pitifully. See? See how good I am? He thought. Xavier stroked himself with a fond look to his puppy. Caleb could be a lot to handle, but he was always desperate for Xavier’s approval and it showed. 

“You’re being so nice to him, letting him explore your body like that. Good boy, Caleb.” Xavier praised him. He chuckled when he saw Caleb shiver with both pleasure and pride while Zayne felt him up, working him over with his soft hands and rubbing against his abs with his cheek. His hips angled down and Caleb cried out as the wet heat of his pussy grazed his aching cock. He wanted to do more, wanted to touch and lick and fuck, but he squeezed his eyes shut and stayed like his master wanted him to.

Zayne inhaled deeply to bathe himself in Caleb’s scent. The dog had been right earlier; he had been lying about his smell. In this more docile state Zayne was drunk on it, unable to get enough. Another flush of slick made his pussy flutter as he traveled lower and lower, following the musk concentrated between Caleb’s legs on his cock and the thick patch of hair that surrounded it. Zayne swallowed, salivating at the sight. He braced his hands on the softness of Caleb’s thighs and looked to Xavier with a pleading face.

“It’s alright Zayne, you have permission.” Xavier breathed with a nod of permission. Sylus took his hand off of his own length to reach for his glass of whiskey and take a sip. The energy in the room was thick and erotic, and he didn’t want to rush an orgasm when Zayne had barely begun to play.

Zayne’s eyes slid closed and let his tongue fall from his mouth to lick thick, indulgent stripes up Caleb’s shaft. Caleb was in pieces from the contact, his eyes rolled back while Zayne worked him over with long licks, occasionally pausing to nose into Caleb’s pubic hair with zeal. Caleb’s gasps and moans only amplified when Zayne suckled on the head of his cock as if in a trance, and the urge was simply too great to ignore. His hands flew to Zayne’s hair and his hips snapped up looking to feel more of Zayne’s warm mouth against him. 

Zayne didn’t take kindly to this, and batted Caleb’s hands away with a feline hiss before holding Caleb’s hips down with his full weight. His tail thumped behind him, his eyes narrowed, and his ears flattened briefly. 

“Stop moving.” Zayne snapped at him, gripping his cock firmly to hold it still while he continued to go at his own pace.

From the couch, Xavier chuckled with an amused light to his sapphire eyes. He lightly palmed his cock, and felt a shiver up his spine at the feeling of Sylus resting a hand on his thigh, rubbing his thumb against the soft skin in suggestive circles.

“Zayne is really a dominate force, isn’t he?” Xavier commented.

“Just wait. He’ll beg for that muzzle to come off any time now.” Sylus said with amusement of his own, and took a long sip of his drink. 

“Come on…” Caleb babbled over another lewd moan. “I haven’t gotten to taste you back.”

“Unfortunate that you haven’t learned your lesson, then.” Zayne panted with a lick to his balls. 

Caleb tried to be a good boy, really he did. He’d stopped humping other dogboys at the dog park, he hadn’t destroyed the door to the bathroom again even though he got lonely when Xavier was gone, and he’d only stolen three pairs of Xavier’s underwear from the hamper in the past month. But enough was enough. The part of his brain that liked being challenged screamed at him to make a move, to put this rude cat in his place and get him to take the muzzle off with a more…persuasive effort. Caleb sat straight up, towering over Zayne between his legs. It was the only warning the catboy got before Caleb lunged at him, gripping his wrists and pinning him to the ground. 

Xavier let out a surprised gasp and opened his mouth to call Caleb off when he felt long fingers wrap around his cock and soft lips at his ear. 

“It’s okay. Zayne’s a world-class brat, he can handle himself. Just enjoy the show with me, hm?” Sylus whispered in his ear and let the tip of his tongue flick out to graze the shell of Xavier’s ear. Xavier felt a headrush of excitement, swallowing a soft moan as Sylus stroked him. His breath picked up and his cheeks flared red. Xavier nodded softly, watching as Caleb rutted on Zayne’s leg with a whine from behind the muzzle. 

“C’mon, let me out.” Caleb begged, holding Zayne’s wrists in place with one hand while the other trailed lower to tease at his pussy. 

“Why should I?” Zayne said. He tried for a mean sneer but he was too turned on to commit and a moan slipped through his mouth before he could stop it. 

Caleb grinned at him with the eyes of a predator, rubbing firm circles into Zayne’s clit. Zayne was breaking, unable to keep his panting under control now. He wasn’t even fighting back against Caleb’s hold or demanding to be let go. Caleb nodded over to the couch, and Zayne felt his pussy throb at the sight of Sylus whispering into Xavier’s ear as he stroked his cock, and Xavier reaching over Sylus’ lap to do the same. 

“Look at our masters. They’re having fun, right?” Caleb said slyly. His tone was candy-coated and manipulative. “And you’ve been nice to me down there, so I’m having fun.”

Caleb pulled his hand away from Zayne’s pussy and Zayne keened at the loss. Caleb leaned close to Zayne’s face as far as the muzzle would allow to stare him down. 

“Don’t you wanna have fun too, kitty?” Caleb asked innocently. Zayne’s lips trembled, his hips moved, searching for Caleb’s cock, his hand, anything to quell the ache of his pussy. He seemed to argue with himself for a moment, unwilling to let Caleb win but so thirsty for attention. 

“Fine.” Zayne half moaned. “Just hurry up.”

“There it is.” Sylus chuckled from the couch, guiding Xavier’s lips to his for a messy kiss.

Caleb ripped the muzzle off of his head and threw it across the room with a manic smile before he let go of Zayne’s wrists and practically dove between his legs. Where Zayne had been methodical and slow with his enjoyment of Caleb’s cock, Caleb had no such order in his mind. He licked at Zayne’s pussy like he was starving, lapping at him with a feral pace. His desperate whining noises were accompanied by wet, slick sounds of his lips and tongue sucking, exploring, devouring. He sucked at Zayne’s swollen clit, wrinkling his nose tickled by his trimmed pubic hair. He drifted lower, nosing at Zayne’s slit. He flattened his tongue until he found Zayne’s entrance and slid inside while his tail wagged happily.

Zayne’s eyes rolled back in his head and his back arched as Caleb fucked him with his tongue. The pace was dizzying, electrifying, and Zayne had no time to think or respond with anything besides his own cries of pleasure with Caleb’s arms wrapped tightly around his thighs. His brain seemed to switch off and leave behind only pure animal instinct to rut and hump and writhe beneath the jaws of a mutt.

Sylus and Xavier had paused their own deep kisses to watch them, and Xavier could feel Sylus’ cock twitch in his hand. They both smiled, happy that their boys were getting along. Zayne turned his head, mouth open but suddenly incapable of speech, and made desperate eye contact with Sylus. Sylus had seen that face far too many times to not know what it meant and nodded to Zayne with approval.

“Cum, kitten.” he commanded. 

Zayne shouted as he stopped fighting and let the powerful orgasm wash over him along with another wave of slick to coat Caleb’s tongue. He cried out like he was possessed, and his vision turned white for a moment. His back arched and his tail stiffened. His fingers gripped at the carpet for dear life. Zayne’s body spasmed under the aftershocks, and he trembled when Caleb licked him through it, enjoying the broken noises from Zayne with a wicked expression. 

Finally, Caleb rose to his knees and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand before he crawled on top of Zayne again and stole another kiss. This time Zayne had no objections, and kissed him back, slotting his mouth lazily into Caleb’s and moaning when Caleb slipped his tongue past his lips. Caleb braced himself with arms on either side of Zayne’s head and rutted, teasing his cock through the folds of Zayne’s pussy and grinning sadistically when Zayne threw his arms around Caleb’s shoulders. When Caleb was done with Zayne’s mouth, he moved onto nibbling at his neck and leaving plenty of lovebites behind to mark his territory. 

“Are you having fun Caleb?” Xavier asked in a deeply relaxed voice. Caleb looked up at his master beaming. 

“I love him!” he said dramatically. His tail wagged with excitement. “I like it when he shakes.”

Sylus smirked, sliding his hands up Xavier’s sweater to tease at his nipples.

“Me too, puppy.” he crooned, kissing along Xavier’s neck softly. As intent as he was to entertain their gracious host, his scarlet gaze flicked to Zayne’s dazed face and noted how he was lazily trying to angle his hips towards Caleb’s teasing ministrations. “Maybe he’ll give you what you want if you present for him, kitten.”

Zayne’s ears twitched at his title and he looked to Caleb with mindless lust. He slowly unwrapped himself from Caleb’s strong shoulders and gently pushed him away. Curious, Caleb let him, tilting his head dumbly to watch what he did next. Zayne’s body moved on its own, bringing him to his knees and turning him around so he could bend and press his chest and face into the floor where he belonged. He spread his legs and raised his tail, providing Caleb perfect access to his pussy. Optimal for breeding. 

Caleb’s face lit up when he realized what Zayne wanted and scrambled to give it to him. His hands flew to Zayne’s hips, running up his sides and down his back muscles indulgently before he fisted his leaking cock and lined up to Zayne’s hole. He was surprisingly gentle and careful with how he used his cock thanks to many hours of dutiful training from Xavier and sighed as Zayne tried to back up to accept his cock with urgency. Caleb’s fingers dug into Zayne’s pale skin and he smirked at his squirming.

“What happened?” he mocked. “Just a second ago you were complainin’ about playing with a mutt. Where’s that attitude now, kitty?”

Zayne whined, spit-slick lips open and cheek pressed against the soft ground as Caleb filled him inch by thick inch. He gasped, savoring the stretch of his pussy to accommodate Caleb’s length. All he could think about in this state was how much he wanted Caleb to shut up and put his energy into fucking him until he collapsed. His instincts swam with the need to be taken, his anticipation was in overdrive, and his toes curled as he relaxed his hole to invite Caleb in to the hilt.

“More…” Zayne said hoarsely, stretching his sore neck to look up at Caleb with needy eyes. “...please.”

Caleb’s tail wagged, and a brutal pace began. The smug grin left his face as he started, pistoning his hips to fuck deeper and deeper into Zayne’s tight heat. Zayne cried out beneath him, arching his back and clamping down every time Caleb was fully seated inside of him. Caleb leaned down to all-fours, caging Zayne’s body with his, and upped the pace. Zayne’s noises heightened with the desire for more, senses swimming with Caleb’s scent once again. Caleb was so deep inside of him, thick girth brushing every last spot that made his head spin. 

It satisfied Caleb beyond belief; his whole life he’d been told that his energy was too much, too hard. Even when he fucked Xavier on command he had to be careful not to go too far or too fast lest he hurt him by accident. Zayne was the first one to scream for more when Caleb was already past the point of “be gentle.”

“Can I knot him?” Caleb begged with a soft pleading whine to Sylus, punctuated by panting and moaning pathetically. “Please? Please let me knot him, you’ll let me right?”

Sylus sucked in a breath, tensing under Xavier’s touch. He’d almost cum right then and there. Seeing Zayne take it like a good boy was nothing short of breathtaking. His kitten’s flushed skin and fucked out expression had him basically drooling into the floor, paired with Caleb’s desire to breed him well and proper was almost too much. Almost. 

“Hmm.” Sylus said in dulcet tones, pretending to think it over. “I don’t know, puppy. What if you get him pregnant?”

Beside him, Xavier moaned, but a small smile tugged at his lips. They both knew that Zayne was spayed, but Zayne was too far gone to volunteer such information and Caleb certainly didn’t know that. Xavier and Sylus watched on as Caleb’s eyes widened and his mouth fell open, instinct urging him on in a new way to breed Zayne for all he was worth. From underneath Caleb’s large form, Zayne’s ears twitched and he gasped.

“Babies?” he slurred with eager interest, addled mind completely overriding all logical thought. Sylus grinned. 

“There’s your answer.” Sylus cooed.

“Go ahead, Caleb.” Xavier told him clearly, struggling to steady his own voice as Sylus stroked him, thumbing at a bead of precum at the tip of his cock. 

Caleb sank into Zayne with new purpose, biting at his neck, licking over his shoulders, groping at his chest. Zayne mewled, tail twitching around him from the incredible pressure of Caleb pressing flush to his back. There was no time to think properly, no desire to do anything but lay here and be filled to the brim. 

“I’m close…” Xavier murmured, his soft voice pitching up into desperation for Sylus to finish the job. Sylus leaned in, taking Xavier by the lips and nipping at his bottom lip. One hand upped the pace of his strokes while the other buried itself in Xavier’s hair to tug gently. 

Surprisingly, it was Sylus who came first in Xavier’s hand and he groaned indulgently into his lips. Xavier wasn’t far behind, and swore under his breath as Sylus coaxed rope after rope of spend from him. Xavier relaxed forward, head buried into Sylus’ shoulder for support as they breathed heavily in tandem. After a moment, both pet owners leaned back into the couch, too boneless to clean up their mess at this moment, and watched Zayne give up total control to a hungry dog. 

Zayne clenched, another orgasm ringing out of him with screams that sounded like sobs. Reflex tears streamed down his face, and the pleasure was almost too much. Enough to have him clawing at the carpet with hysteria. Caleb felt his knot swelling, and all he could think of was Zayne crawling on the floor towards him, belly swollen and skin glowing with the promise of his pups. His breath hitched, he reached to lay a hand on Zayne’s abdomen, and then he was cumming with an inhuman howl. 

The pressure of a knot inside of Zayne and the tight clench of Zayne’s pussy around it sealed them together, and Caleb sank his teeth into the back of Zayne’s neck as if he’d never let him go. Caleb guided them to lay together on the plush carpet, chests heaving and hands twining together. Zayne’s eyes slid closed, purring with euphoria while Caleb curled into him from behind. For the first time that evening, Caleb was docile and quiet, licking at Zayne’s neck and nuzzling into his shoulder.

Xavier forced himself to sit up and grabbed tissues for Sylus and himself. Normally, he made Caleb lick up his messes but he didn’t have the heart to interrupt the two hybrids during their afterglow. 

“So,” Sylus said with a lazy smile. “Same time next week?”

“I think that can be arranged.” Xavier agreed, leaning in to seal their plans with a kiss.

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THE HUNT / Valko.

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He’s a bit hard to draw without being able to twirl him around in glint but I’m gonna do what my dick wants

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Drawing valko with lots of scars not because I believe he's got a harrowing experience like zayne or was once imprisoned somewhere like caleb or sylus but because he's like *points to a old clearly greiveous wound* and THIS is from when my cousins and I were playing in an abandoned knife factory and THIS is from the time I ate big sister's pudding right in front of her and TH

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Teeth

NSFW - MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Pairing:  Valko x Rafayel

Wordcount: 10.2k

Summary: Rafayel crosses a name off his list and Valko investigates activity in his territory. The scuffle leave both of them with...primal feelings on the matter.

A/N: If you wanna read it split into chapters, it's on AO3. This is definitely for the movement and not just because I want to see Rafayel and Valko fuck nasty. (I'm lying.)

Tags: Pussy!Rafayel, knotting, fighting, blood and violence, murder, Improper use of siren voice, Valko's a good boy, angry sex, heat/rut, ebb day gone wrong, stalking, breaking and entering, cunnilingus, p in v, animal characteristics, Lemurian characteristics, Raf finding the cure to his brattiness (it's a knot), barely edited and not beta read, just getting the idea off my brain

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The night air was silent and cold, even in the shadows of a dark alley where a man took his last breath. Rafayel felt the corners of his lips turn up as he dragged the blade across the throat of a man without a second thought, gloved hand covering his victim’s mouth to keep him from screaming. The only sound around was the heavy plop on the ground and faint snap of blood splatter against the concrete when Rafayel flicked his blade clean. He stood over his work, and indulged himself in a cold smile. Good. Another name off the list. 

Rafayel adjusted his hood over his head and crouched down to fish through the dead man’s pockets. He ignored the wallet in his jacket pocket, and drew out a key card that granted access to an office building and a ring of keys. Just as he twirled the metal around his finger with pride, he froze. The hair on the back of his neck stood on end and a prickle of awareness raced across his shoulders and down his arms. 

He was being watched.

Rafayel stood, grip tightening on the hilt of his dagger. His sunset eyes flicked to the end of the alley to a layer of security provided by one of the streetlights bathing the sidewalk in an orange-hued light. Act natural. he told himself, slipping into the calm nonchalance and confidence as he strode forward. He was no prey.

The feeling of pins and needles on his skin remained with every step he took. All he had to do was get out to the sidewalk, and then it was just a matter of losing whoever was watching him. If the watcher in the dark was stupid enough to confront him, Rafayel was more than happy to rob them of the element of surprise. Leaving someone else bleeding out in his wake was annoying but manageable.

Rafayel was almost at the end of the alley when he heard the movement from the rooftop above him. He did not flinch, he did not hesitate. As soon as the solid body of a man landed on the ground in front of him, Rafayel aimed for the torso and drove his blade with a grunt of calculated strength. For all his readiness, Rafayel’s eyes widened in surprise now as his blade hit not soft flesh and blood but…metal?

The tip of Rafayel’s dagger broke and he dropped it in shock. He yelped as he was shoved back by a strong hand, but he caught his balance and came face to face with a man who offered him an infuriatingly smug grin. 

He was dressed simply; a sleeveless compression shirt that clung to every muscle of his broad chest and a pair of black canvas pants and tactical boots. He didn’t even bother to cover his face. He had a cleanly cut crop of russet hair, captured by a light breeze and left his handsome features untouched. Rafayel swore that there was a dull glow emanating from a pair of mocking golden eyes, and his face pulled into a frown as he saw a ripple of dark metal fade away on his abs where Rafayel had been focused on burying his blade. Some sort of Evol. 

“Is that how you say ‘hello’ where you’re from?” the stranger taunted him. There was a playfulness buried within the warmth of his deep voice, a certain casual lilt to his tone that only pissed Rafayel off.

“You shouldn’t ambush strangers in the dark if you don’t want a fight.” Rafayel scoffed. The stranger chuckled and raised an eyebrow to gesture with a nod of his head at the darkness behind Rafayel. 

“Is that what happened to him?” he asked sarcastically. 

“I don’t know what you mean.” Rafayel said innocently, stepping to the side to walk past the tall stranger. Predictably, the man moved to black his exit with his body, eyes narrowing with a warning. 

“Dumping a body in my territory…looks like a threat if you ask me.” said the man with an edge in his tone. Rafayel kept his magnetizing gaze as he slowly reached for a sheathe strapped to his hip.

“<i>Your</i> territory?” Rafayel sneered. “I don’t see your name on it.”

“I don’t think you know my name, otherwise you wouldn’t be here in the first place.” said the stranger, taking a step forward to crowd Rafayel’s space. “It’s Valko.”

“Didn’t ask.” Rafayel quipped, and drew his second blade. With an artful thrust he aimed for Valko’s throat, hoping to force him to move out of his way on instinct. Valko leapt back but darted to move in front of Rafayel again to keep him from escaping. A new glimmer of dark metal coalesced on Valko’s arm, crafting a long and lethal blade on the back of his forearm and hand. 

Another clang of metal on metal rang out in the alleyway as Valko parried Rafayel’s blade once more, and the two were stuck in a deadlock. Rafayel’s expression was fierce and angry, while Valko’s remained smug and playful. 

“That’s not very nice.” he said sweetly. 

“What about me makes you think that I’m nice?” Rafayel hissed, pushing back with all of his strength to throw Valko off balance. Valko’s golden eyes narrowed, surprised that Rafayel’s compact frame had the strength to move him, but he adapted and flashed Rafayel a wicked grin that showed off pointed sets of eyeteeth and canines. 

There was something wild about Valko, he was smooth and playful but unpredictable and dangerous. He was undeniably gorgeous with a strong nose and chiseled jaw, and Rafayel found it such a waste that this wolf of man had found himself on the receiving end of a knife instead of a paintbrush. He would have enjoyed mixing the perfect honey-gold to capture his striking eyes or the perfect pink for his lips…Oh well. he thought with a huff as he parried another heavy strike. 

“Kitty’s got claws, huh? Scary.” Valko teased him as their blades clashed again. Another scoff from Rafayel.

“And a dog always barks.” Rafayel bit back. “You haven’t seen anything yet.”

This time it was Valko to lash out, and Rafayel effortlessly avoided his blade, darting away from strike after strike with his eyes on Valko’s body to look for an opening to make him pay for running his mouth. Valko picked up on his plan, and even though Rafayel was nimble and precise, Valko’s heavy bladed arm was the perfect shield against his sharp stabs and slashes. Rafayel huffed. He was going to have to get more creative. 

“Havin’ fun yet?” Valko winked, clearly having the time of his life. 

Rafayel grit his teeth, expression enraged as he lashed out again and again to no avail. The worst part was that, yes, in spite of his irritation Rafayel was having fun. This opponent was interesting, and his Evol was new to Rafayel in a way that made him want to observe. He seemed to command attention and humor, but the beast of a fighter underneath those playful words was scratching an itch in him that he couldn’t deny. His heart raced with adrenaline and an excitement he hadn’t felt in a fight for some time.

At first the goal had been to escape and evade, but now this was a matter of principle. Valko was playing with him, and that was an offense that would not stand. With one final attempt at sliding his knife into the ample muscle of Valko’s thigh, Valko blocked him and flicked the large blade on his forearm in just the right measure to send the dagger flying into the alleyway and well out of Rafayel’s reach.

“Have you had enough?” Valko asked him with an oppressive authority, his chest falling and rising from exertion and sweat darkening the lines between his pecs and the ripple of his abs. Rafayel forced himself not to look too closely. “Just tell me what you’re doing here, I could smell you from a mile away. You’re far from home.”

“I’ll say when it’s enough.” Rafayel snarled, and activated his own Evol. 

From Rafayel’s palm, fire sparked and ignited. A bright stream of red-yellow flames sparked a surprised breath from Valko who shielded himself under his metal blade and fed his Evol into it to make it grow larger, wider. Rafayel smirked, and he intensified the heat of his flame. Valko attempted to take a step forward, but Rafayel did not let up. He extended his other hand, pouring in another streak of flame aimed directly at the center of the metal shield. He smirked. 

It didn’t take long for the metal to heat up and Rafayel smiled at the sound of a pained cry from his adversary. Evol or not, red hot metal was painful to the touch. Rafayel watched his opponent take a knee, trying to dissipate the pain in his forearm but unable to let the metal construct go for fear of being burned alive. Rafayel liked that he had to choose between pains and his grin turned cold. Serves you right. he thought, ego flourishing on the act. He was so swept up in the feeling of besting his enemy that he did not hear the metal construct grow over the flames. 

The cries of pain died down, a metal clang sounded, and Rafayel looked up just in time to see a man leaping over his wall of flame with an agility he should not have possessed. Those pointed teeth were bared at him now, and the flowing tail of a wolf swept behind him along with two furry ears that matched the dusty brick red of his hair had appeared at the crown of his head. Rafayel was the one taken aback at the sight now before he was pounced on and cratered to the ground under pure muscle and focus.

Rafayel felt the breath kick from his lungs and his vision danced. The weight on his chest dissipated and allowed him to cough as his stomach rolled and his mind scrambled to take weight of this situation. His next blow was instinctual, a blast of fire in his attacker’s face. Valko rolled off of Rafayel’s body to avoid it, and it gave Rafayel the chance he needed to scramble to his feet only to find that the path out of the alley was blocked by a cold metal blockade, born of the weapon and shield Valko had summoned around him in the fire fight. 

Fingers closed around Rafayel’s throat and yet again breath was robbed from his lungs as he was shoved into one of the cold walls of the alley. His hands had no chance to respond, as Valko’s Evol pinned them in sturdy restraints of metal in a “V” shape that kept him from casting his fire with any sort of aim or pulling a weapon. His legs were drawn up to his toes and setting his feet flush to the ground put strain on his wrists, which forced Rafayel to focus on more than one thing and weakened his unnaturally fast adaptation to battle.

Rafayel raged against his restraints with an indignant shout, the mask of calm and confidence fully dropped now. Valko smirked at the sight, eyes fully alert and seeming to revel in the back and forth between them.

“You’re fast. That was a workout.” Valko said with that arrogant sideways grin. Rafayel set his jaw. This was not what he had intended to be doing tonight. “So let’s talk. Who are you, and what did that poor bastard do to get iced off the street like that?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” Rafayel’s tone was acid behind his teeth. “I don’t trade information with wolf men who try to gut me in a back alley. What’s that about? Was I right that you're just a barking dog?”

Valko smoothed his tongue against his teeth and kept his lips tight to hold back a laugh at how humorously wrong his prey was. It wouldn’t do him any favors. He looked Rafeyal over, forcing himself not to dwell too long on a face so startlingly beautiful before he turned away to get back to his point. He approached Rafayel’s angered form pinned against the wall and used his Evol to form two more bolts of metal bracers to secure his ankles and keep Rafayel from kicking him. He briefly considered one more for his arrogant mouth.

“Hey, you were the one who swung first.” Valko shrugged. The tail he now sported behind him flicked back and worth with interest and Rafayel felt long fingers digging into his pockets. “I think I deserve to ask a few questions after all that. Walking around smelling like you do, someone was bound to find you. Just be glad it was me.”

Rafayel swallowed. He hadn’t wanted to pull out every weapon he had in the arsenal, but Valko was a breath away from disrupting a plan he’d already cycled into motion. When he blinked up again to meet Valko’s golden gaze, his eyes were glowing with a cerulean hue. When he spoke, the vocal chords that had killed many before spoke his intention with absolute command. The voice of a siren. Valko’s eyes went wide and his lips parted at the spectacle. His top ears pinned back in surprise, and his tail was raised, fur completely bristled in alarm. 

“Let. Me. Go.” Rafayel commanded him. 

Valko acted at once, as though he were a puppet on a string, Rafayel’s arms and ankles were released and the shield of metal blocking the alley dissolved at a grip of Valko’s fist. The air between them was different. Valko’s eyes were glazed over and his chest rose and fell with heavy, thick breaths. His wolf ears were forward and at attention now, trained on Rafayel as though waiting for another command. His tail swayed back and forth, relaxing into a needy pattern. Valko’s entire body felt tensed, primed to do what he was told. His mind felt blank and cloudy, pleasantly warm and receptive to Rafayel’s every word.

But something darker lingered in his chest. It felt like claws scraping against his reason. Despite the cold night, Valko felt heated. A storm brewed in his veins as his mind slipped into the trap of being completely and suddenly enamored with the man in front of him. He was lost in the unnatural blue glow of Rafayel’s eyes, and powerless against his beauty. He wanted to do anything he was told. He wanted to be praised by him. He wanted to give Rafayel the world for a shred of his attention. He wanted to feel what Rafayel’s slender wrists felt like when he pinned them down. He was hungry. And he wanted to consume.

Rafayel smiled with a hint of malice at how quickly Valko’s mind had taken to his voice. He looked as though he was offering so little resistance to his charm. He could do anything he wanted with him now. He could have a new follower. He could leave him bleeding for the crows to find. As far as Rafayel could tell, Valko was completely at his mercy.

“Not so tough now, are you?” He sneered. “This is just too easy. That’s what happens when you–!”

Rafayel’s sentence was cut off mid-insult with the feeling of intense heat and the powerful muscles of his enemy shoving him into the wall. Something had snapped in Valko’s calm from a moment before, as if the door to a cage had been flung open. Rafayel’s eyes went wide, and he struggled to speak, unable to form words as Valko crashed their lips together with brutal force. 

Rafayel’s first instinct was to shove, to push back against the sudden advance, but the scent of Valko was thinning his resolve. He smelled of the forest, of cedar and pine on warm earth. A deep dizzying edge of musk and metal tickled his senses, and the soft sweetness of cocoa teased him. It woke something in him. Something primal and inhuman stirred. Valko’s long fingers brushed his sides and a hand stroked at his abs before sweeping over his lower belly towards the ache that throbbed to life between his legs. The hands raised to push Valko away found themselves twining in his short hair to pull him closer. 

Valko groaned into Rafayel’s lips, exhilarated when Rafayel kissed him back and gave a sharp nip to his lip to demand more. He was no stranger to inner wildness and the power of his instincts, but Rafayel was something different. Something much older and rare, but every bit as dangerous. He was an ambush predator that waited in the depths. He was a poisonous thorn hidden by the petals of a flower. What tangled in Valko’s senses along with this mysterious power of voice and command was the incredible smell of him that had made Valko investigate in the first place. He smelled like the spray of the ocean under a summer sun. A curl of iris in the spring. The smell of the crisp wind over the cliffs at high tide in a sleepy autumn. A flash of searing fire and spiced pink pepper that ripped through cold in a desolate winter. Refined and built to entice and delight until you drowned with a smile on your face.

Valko’s hand stayed firm over the softness of Rafayel’s lower abdomen, and his fingers itched to rip at the material covering it. The place where life began. He could feel the hunger deep within Rafayel’s body that echoed his own. He wanted to rip him apart, to bend him over and sink so deep within him that the beasts inside them would both howl for mercy. Rafayel’s lips fell open, inviting Valko to take more, to follow his newfound obsession blindly simply to find out where it would lead him. Valko obliged, his tail making frantic, energetic swipes through the air. 

Greed made Rafayel feral. He wanted more. He wanted to be touched, kissed, fucked with the intensity Valko had used to fight him and more. He barely noticed a speckle of blue scales emerging on his cheeks and along his neck, over the overwhelming sensation of their tongues sliding together. Valko moved the hand on Rafayel’s torso to grab at his ass and rut into him, and Rafayel gasped at the feeling of Valko’s cock within his tightening pants. 

Valko finched when his tongue brushed against the edge of something sharp, and it briefly startled him out of the spell Rafayel had put him under. He pulled away at the taste of copper in his mouth and his glassy eyes widened and focused when he realized the source. Rafayel panted in front of him, plush lips open to reveal a set of small pointed fangs. His scales dotted his flushed skin like stars in the sky, and a smear of blood lined the corner of his mouth. Idly, Rafayel licked it away, eyes focusing on Valko’s stunned face before he realized what he was staring at.

Rafayel stiffened, and he clapped a hand over his neck as if it would help anything. His mind scrambled for explanation: his Ebb day was over a month away, how was this possible? He shoved aside his confusion and his eyes flicked to the end of the alley. He had to get away. He’d been caught at the scene of a murder and now his own body was betraying him. Before Valko could speak up, Rafayel’s eyes flashed again.

“Sit.” Rafayel ordered him coldly with the voice of a siren. 

Valko seemed to fight the hypnotic pull this time and his muscles twitched, but he succumbed to the order. Slowly he lowered himself to the ground, kneeling in front of Rafayel as he was told. Rafayel’s eyes darted around in panic, and he turned to leave, but paused when he felt strong fingers circling his wrist. Valko’s gaze was pleading, begging him not to go, asking wordlessly for answers. Rafayel’s face hardened. 

“Stay.” he commanded, ripping his hand away and running for the street, throwing his hood back over his head as he went. 

He sprinted down the street to where his car was parked a few blocks over. His chest hammered with a caustic blend of confusion, panic, and spiked irritation. What were you thinking!? He screamed at himself internally. His fingers shook as he fished his car key from his pocket and he hauled himself into the driver’s seat. A lingering tang of copper tingled on his tongue and his fangs weighed in his mouth. He cringed to see that his fingernails had lengthened and sharpened into claws, and the insatiable throb between his legs wouldn’t go away. What had that mutt done to him!?

Rafayel drove home as fast as he could. His siren’s hold on Valko would dissipate and when it did, Rafayel would be far away.

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Valko wasn’t sure how long it took before he was able to leave from his place on the ground, but as he was finally able to break through the haziness in his mind he could see the sky beginning to brighten.The pretty face of the killer he’d faced off with the night before hadn’t left his mind. He was sweating, and face was flushed. All night he’d sat outside, and it wasn’t the cold that had been torture, it had been the ache of his hardened cock and the blistering heat under his skin. The physical burns had faded within the first hour, a reminder of their tussle and the beginning of this madness.

His muscles and joints screamed in protest as he lifted himself off of the ground and he reached to balance himself on the wall for support. He could smell the stench of death from the other side of the alley were the killer’s victim still rested, discarded like trash.

He jaw clenched and his tired eyes narrowed. Who was that man? Why had he been able to order him around like a leashed dog the way he had. A better question was what was that man? His eyes had been striking, but his features had gone sharp and uncanny. Fangs, scales, claws…he was something completely different. But the question that had burned the brightest in Valko’s addled, spellbound mind was simply: Why had he smelled so delicious?

The night before had started out normal enough. Valko liked to patrol his territory, he did his best to protect his turf from both enemies and outsiders so when the scent of blood appeared in the air nearby he’d gone to investigate. The closer he’d gotten the more the sticky metallic rot-scent of blood and death had dissipated to make room for the mouthwatering smell that clung to a beautiful man that tried to filet him on sight. His ears twitched and his tail whipped, remembering the scuffle. His cock ached. 

Valko pressed a hand into his forehead with a groan. This flushing, this intensity, the way his senses felt like a live wire, the persistent ache between his legs and wolf features that wouldn’t go away. He knew what this was, though he was sick to admit it: whatever that man had done to him had triggered a rut. 

He was in the beginning stages now, but soon he’d be overwhelmed with the smell of anything too strong. He’d be lost to the fog of desire, emotions would clog his reason, and he’d need a few days to fully recover from the tidal wave of hormones that steered him by the cock and pheromones plainly palpable to anyone that got too close. The physical sensations were already setting in, and he bit back the urge to scratch at his skin which suddenly felt too tight to contain him.

His logical mind told him to go home, knot into his hand and go to bed, but the animal side argued back.

Hunt him down.

Catch him.

Make him yours. 

Come on, you smelled it on him. Do it. He wants you to.

PUT A KNOT IN HIM. 

Valko snarled and snapped his jaws at no one and nothing. He shook his head, trying to dislodge the thoughts of a predator. His mouth watered as he thought of the stranger again; how pretty that violet hair would make him moan  if he pulled it, how good he’d look pressed into the floor, writhing under his cock...This wasn’t like him. He was a man of principle. A man of science. He always looked before he leapt, always thought of the consequences first. He didn’t even know that stranger’s name. What if he hurt him?

Valko rolled his eyes at the thought. From what I can tell, every word’s a safe word for that guy. The thought, remembering how quickly the intruder had called him to heel. He tried to think clearly, and his animal side took a more cunning approach. He lied to himself:

I just wanna talk. 

I deserve answers, I need to know what he did to me.

He’s dangerous. If he comes back he’ll put others at risk. I should find him first.

Just talking. He foolishly promised himself. That’s all. Just a friendly chat.

Dawn split across the sky, and Valko’s golden eyes caught the sun before they narrowed with his choice. He turned to the smell of rot in the alley. He knew what his prey smelled like, but he’d need more clues if he was going to find him. He quieted the rational parts of his mind that begged him to go home and rest. He’d need to be quick; was running out of both time and logic.

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The day was drawing nearly to a close, and Rafayel was still completely miserable. His skin felt like it was on fire. His senses were on overdrive. Scales patterned his body like mosaic that exposed every filthy, horrid carnal desire he had. And the ache…god the ache between his legs was insatiable. He’d lost count of the orgasms he’d had thus far today. It just wasn’t enough. And it’s all the fault of that damned mutt. He thought angrily. 

He closed his eyes, hissing through his fangs wantonly as his clawed fingers pumped his vibrator as deep as it could possibly go into his pussy. The silicone attachment in the shape of bunny ears fluttered at his clit, and Rafayel cupped one of his pecs, tugging a nipple between the pads of his fingers with a whine. He was almost there…so close now. Maybe this time it would be enough to stave off the heat…

The vibrator went dead, out of charge. Rafayel hissed through his fangs, nose ridged and angry. He tried the buttons, but only tiny pulses of a battery worn out answered him. He smoothly pulled the bulbed vibrator out of his desperate cunt as gently as he could muster with this mood and hurled it across the room with an irate cry. The silicone toy bounced off of the wall and a framed picture hanging up tumbled down with it to join the graveyard of dead vibrators on the floor. Raf flopped over, hunched against a pillow, not caring about the mess. It didn’t matter. 

He’d carried himself through the ebb every single year by himself. Why was this different, and why was it happening now? Again the thoughts of the stranger from last night flooded his brain. “Valko.” There was something powerfully attractive about him, and Rafayel flicked his tongue to the corner of his mouth as if he could still taste the tang of his blood. He shook his head, hair curling across his forehead from the sweat of his heat. Stop. He chided himself. We hate him, remember?

His pussy did not agree, and fluttered at the intrusive memory of Valko’s hardon sliding across his pussy, obstructed by the obstacle of fabric between their pants. He shivered. As ridiculous as their encounter had been, Rafayel wondered how far it would have gone if Valko hadn’t cut his tongue last night. He supposed he’d never know. All that mattered now was getting through this impromptu ebb that Rafayel chose to blame exclusively on the dog he’d abandoned in the alley.

The hammer of a bold knock sounded at the door. The glowing halo of fins on Rafyel’s ears angled up towards the sound but his head was too heavy to lift. Whatever. A package perhaps. He ignored the noise, pressing his head into a pillow with a loud groan. Leave me alone!

But the knocking did not stop. Loud pounding at his door ignited sparks behind his eyes with pangs of a headache and Rafayel used pure irritation to prop himself up in bed. It sounded like someone was using the side of their fist to urgently pommel at the door. The thundering would not stop. Rafayel gave another shout from his chest. And rolled out of bed, carried on spite alone to answer the door. 

Whatever unfortunate delivery person was on the other end was going to receive the brunt of his indignation. His rational mind was eclipsed by his need for either someone to save him from this sweltering agony or the fright of their life. He crossed the studio, the back doors opened to allow a breeze in and Rafayel exhaled at the soft feeling of the air on his scales. Maybe he could calm down and tell the person on the other side he was busy through the door. He wasn’t a monster. 

Rafayel took a deep breath in, expecting to smell the simple breeze off of the ocean and the soothing sounds of the waves crashing over the rocks and smoothing up the sand on his private beach outside. The musk of wood; cedar, walnut filled his nose. The leather and rowling of metal with a hint of cocoa. This time without the dinge of concrete or the wave of blood in the air. It was much more clear in this setting, but agonizingly stronger in a way that sent a flutter to his pussy.

Rafayel threw the door open in front of him, fully prepared for the mountain of a man he’d faced in the alley the night before. But no one was there. Rafayel’s eyes were dilated to the point of looking dark and alien in nature, but he swept his glance around anyway, nose tipped up to breathe in the fragrance. He’d certainly been here, but was nowhere in sight now. With a slight pang of disappointment in his chest, Rafayel closed the door but remained plagued by the scent that surrounded him like a blanket. 

He took a shaky breath and closed the door. The amber glow of the sunset poured in through the open back door, bathing the room with a coziness that looked far too calming to be a match for Rafayel’s desperate body and his paranoid mind. He was panting, his pussy was throbbing. He closed his eyes and groaned, pressing his forehead into the door in an attempt to steady himself. He sighed, and decided to get to the ocean. The cold temperature would be soothing to his scales, even if it wouldn’t give him what he really wanted. If nothing else it would help him escape this scent that Rafayel was half convinced he was imagining.

Suddenly, the scent got stronger in the air. Rafayel stiffened when he heard heavy footsteps behind him, but his sluggish mind took too long to will his body to move. He turned around only to be shoved harshly into the door, and a hand clamped over his mouth to keep him from speaking. Rafayel’s bleary eyes made contact with those golden eyes he couldn’t stop thinking about. 

The sunset at Valko’s back outlined his form like a halo, making his hair and the fur of his ears seem to glow heavenly. But the look on his face was wild and out of sorts. Sweat beaded his brow and his cheeks were red. His lips were parted and his chest heaved with heavy breaths. Rafayel could smell arousal and flicked his eyes to the hardon straining against his zipper and he couldn’t tell if Valko’s heavy panting was from exertion or from being brutally turned on. 

“Rafayel, is it?” Valko said darkly, holding up an envelope he’d scavenged from Rafayel’s mailbox that had his name and address neatly typed. His lip curled as he waved it in front of Rafayel’s face and tossed it aside to flutter to the floor. 

Rafayel brought a shaking hand to Valko’s wrist in an attempt to move his hand, but Valko stayed firm, unwilling to give him the power to spell him again. Valko tilted his head as he sniffed the air and then used his grip to pull Rafayel’s head to the side, exposing the delicate skin of his neck, speckled in shimmering scales. Valko exhaled another shaky breath and dove in, nosing along the column of his throat and breathed deeply with a soft moan.

“I was gonna ask what you did to me…” Valko panted, and licked a long, thick stripe up Rafayel’s neck. Rafayel whimpered behind the hand clamped over his mouth, and his eyes rolled back at the heat of Valko’s mouth that ended with hot breaths in his ear and a gruff voice that lowered to a whisper. “...but maybe I should be askin’ what I did to you instead. I can smell you dripping.”

That voice went right to Rafayel’s pussy and he stifled a moan. He thought of a thousand uses for Valko’s tongue, and not one of them included talking. Again he tried to wrench Valko’s hand off of his mouth but Valko growled, a sound that rumbled out from deep in his chest and vibrated across the skin of Rafayel’s throat. Rafayel made a strangled, frustrated noise and raked his sharp claws down Valko’s arm hard enough to slice the skin. 

Valko swore with surprise and it gave Rafayel the opening he needed to shove Valko off of him. Rafayel hissed through his fangs like a serpent, a warning. The cuts on the back of Valko’s forearm were shallow, but bled enough to get his point across. Valko cradled his bleeding arm and glared at Rafayel like a wolf staring down a rabbit, but Rafayel only glared back, taking a gasp of air with his own labored breaths. 

“The siren call should have worn off by now, I didn’t do anything to you.” Rafayel seethed. Irritation and arousal twisted together in a confusing battle in his mind, and he tried not to preen when he saw Valko’s eyes rake over his naked body with barely contained hunger. “And it’s illegal to go through someone’s mail.”

“Then call the police.” Valko said darkly, taking a step forward to crowd Rafayel’s space. His gaze lingered on Rafayel’s dark eyes and exposed fangs. He shivered. So beautiful and yet so dangerous. He liked it. “I’ll be glad to let them know what you were up to last night.”

“Try it. They wouldn’t get here fast enough to save you.” Rafayel bit back. Valko was under the impression that he wasn't kidding at all. Rafayel stared at him defiantly, and his hand darted out to grab Valko around the throat. Valko grunted with the flash of movement, but it didn’t hurt. Another warning. Another attempt at dominance. If he hadn’t been so turned on, he would have been amused. “I take it that this is your first time meeting a Lemurian.”

“And you’ve never tangled with a wolf.” Valko crooned. He smirked between heavy breaths. “First time for everything.”

Rafayel set his jaw, and Valko watched carefully as he seemed to make a decision. Rafayel pulled him forward, forcing Valko to bend down slightly so Rafayel could kiss him violently. Instantly Valko fell in line, leaning into the tangle of lips and tongues and teeth. One of them was bleeding again, but neither of them stopped to figure out who. Neither were satisfied. This was merely the tip of the shattering iceberg and the death of self control.

“I don’t know how you found me.” Rafayel gasped, shoving Valko away by the throat. “But if you’re gonna stay, make yourself useful.”

Rafayel used his grip on Valko’s neck to pull him down and Valko complied, kneeling to the ground. His ears twitched when he came face to face with Rafayel’s perfect pussy and the heady scent of arousal made his mouth water. His expression was ravenous, and his tail beat against the ground in anticipation.

“That an invitation?” Valko asked, eyebrow quirking up. His words were lighthearted, playful even but his tone was almost pleading, begging for the go ahead. Rafayel smirked. Valko was all but drooling for him, and it only added to the ache between his legs. Both of them knew that this was the last chance to back down, because once they started neither knew when it would stop.

“That’s an order.” Rafayel replied, tangling his fingers in Valko’s hair between the ears of a wolf to force him forward. 

Valko’s eyes slid closed, and he pinned Rafayel’s hips back flush to the door to keep him from moving. His mouth opened, and he lost himself in the act of taking long, liberal licks to Rafayel’s fold’s, exploring by taste and the touch of his tongue to find his clit. He reveled in the scent kept close to him with a neatly trimmed patch of pubic hair that tickled his nose when he scooted closer. 

Rafayel covered his mouth to stifle a moan, but it was no use, the musical desperate noises spilled between his fingers, and Valko’s tail wagged back and forth at the indirect praise. Strong hands came to his pale thighs, and fingers gripped at skin and scales to urge them open. Rafayal indulged him, widening his stance to give Valko more room. He gasped sharply when Valko wound a hand around his knee and hiked it up to throw over his shoulder so he could properly sink his tongue into Rafayel’s needy cunt. 

Rafayel tried to stifle the build up to an orgasm; Valko’s mouth felt like heaven and he didn’t want it to end, but he couldn’t bring himself to let go of his hair. He rolled his hips and Valko moaned into the action. His cock twitched as Rafayel continued to fuck himself on his tongue, and he snarled with greed that matched the intensity of the night before. 

Rafayel felt the grip on his other knee and wobbled, nearly falling over when Valko lifted his leg off the ground to secure over his shoulder. His hands lifted Rafayel by the thighs to keep him secured, and Rafayel was suspended, only supported by the closed door at his back and Valko’s hands below. There was nowhere to run; he was trapped deliciously in this very spot and completely at the mercy of long licks of Valko’s tongue and his nose teasing at his clit.

Rafayel felt it building, a fresh gush of slick greeting Valko’s mouth, and his thighs squeezed both sides of his head. Valko’s biceps flexed and his neck bobbed him back and forth in search of every last drop of Rafayel’s pleasure. The front room of Rafayel’s house had become a den of sin under the symphony of slick, wet noises and moans. 

Valko could have stayed between Rafayel’s legs forever, trapped between the plush of his thighs and drowning in his scent. His lungs burned, but he couldn’t bring himself to come up for air. His muscles twitched from keeping position for so long with his shoulders, arms and knees, but the wild animal within urged him on. More. Make him scream for what’s to come.

Rafayel’s thighs started to shake and the tension in his core grew and grew. His grip on Valko’s hair only tightened as his moans tore out of him like sobs. He could feel Valko’s mouth curl up in that antagonistic smile, and it was his undoing. 

Rafayel came with a loud cry, body twitching and tingling all over. He saw stars, and again felt that his balance was in jeopardy, but Valko kept him steady and safe as he licked him with dedicated attention through every list spark of his orgasm. Only when Rafayel had stopped twitching did Valko lean his head back to take deep gasps of air and slowly let Rafayel’s feet back down to the ground, where he swayed in his afterglow. He licked his lips and the corners of his mouth indulgently, and when he looked back to Rafayel’s face he felt a chill run through him. 

Rafayel looked like a shark waiting for a moment to ambush. This orgasm hadn’t tired him out, it had only made him hungrier. His eyes were dark, and his fangs glinted in the light of a dying sunset behind his reddened bitten lips. Valko grinned at him wickedly and moved to speak, but Rafayel wasn’t interested in his little quips. 

He stepped forward and summoned a loud whine from Valko’s chest by pressing the ball of his foot firmly into his aching cock. Valko’s tail bristled and his top ears flew back. The look he gave to Rafayel was absolutely pathetic. Rafayel gave a cruel smile, pausing for just a moment to memorize it.

“More.” Rafayel said, his voice dark and gravelly. He leaned over, putting more pressure into Valko’s cock and hissed directly into one of Valko’s top ears. “Now.”

Valko choked back another moan, and his tail thumped behind him. Rafayel lifted his foot off of Valko’s cock and turned towards the bedroom. Valko was on his feet in an instant, kicking off his boots and pulling his shirt over his head with urgency. 

“Are you always this bossy?” Valko asked, following behind him. If he’d meant to rile Rafayel up even more, he’d done his job. Rafayel whipped back around with a snarl and hooked a hand into Valko’s belt, using it to haul him across the room hips-first and causing him to trip and fall onto the couch with a surprised grunt and a wince from the awkward way he’d fallen on his own tail. 

Rafayel loomed over him and grabbed him at the crotch firmly. Valko felt his cock twitch, and rolled his hips up at the pressure. He needed to knot, and he needed it now. Rafayel leaned in until their lips nearly touched. 

“Only when I want something.” he said, capturing his lips again for another searing kiss. Rafayel licked into his mouth, and flicked open Valko’s belt with deft fingers before nearly tearing open his zipper to grip him through his briefs. As hot as it was, Valko’s ego flared. He smirked, and gently pulled away from the kiss.

“Me too.” he said with an edge, and before Rafayel could question him Valko hooked an arm around Rafayel’s waist and hauled him over his shoulder. Rafayel yelped when Valko stood up, easily carrying him towards the open door of the bedroom while Rafayel squirmed in his arms. 

“You’ve lost your mind, I am a god!” he shouted petulantly, beating a fist on Valko’s back as they crossed the threshold. Valko scoffed. 

“Sure. God of prissy brats maybe.” he said with a roll of his eyes. He paused, glancing down at the ground where seven dildos were haplessly discarded on the ground. Rafayel’s cheeks burned and Valko held in a mocking laugh. “Busy day?”

“I could kill you with my voice.” Rafayel snapped, delivering another blow to Valko’s back. “And all of that is your fault. Take some responsibility.”

Valko approached the bed and threw Rafayel on top of it. He was capable of being gentle and soft, but Rafayel had clearly shown him that despite his delicate beauty, he was clearly not in need of being treated like glass. Valko had hit his last nerve and if he didn’t cum soon he was going to lose it. Tasting Rafayel up close had been a balm for some of the animal madness in him, but it wouldn’t last long. Not when he could clearly envision what sounds Rafayel would make spasming around a knot.

Rafayel scrambled to sit up on the bed and face Valko, who was finally ridding himself of his pants. Whatever cutting remark he’d had ready to go dissolved from his tongue the moment he took in Valko’s cock. It was long, proportional to Valko’s tall, muscular stature with a deep angry red around the head. It was a cock one might need to apologize for in advance, but to Rafayel, it was exactly what he was looking for. He felt his mouth fall open and his eyes were mesmerized, picturing the way it would feel in his mouth and throat, his pussy fluttered at the idea of being impossibly full of it.

Valko saw him staring and gave him another infuriating lopsided grin as he stroked himself. He walked forward, the pump in the muscles of his thighs, chest and arms brought a glimmer to his skin. He was built like a gladiator, carved, well-used muscle with a thick torso and hands strong enough to both catch and keep whatever he desired. Rafayel wanted to be covered in him, to sink into the solid muscle while Valko sank into him. If Rafayel’s voice could produce a siren song, Valko’s body might as well have been able to do the same. 

Valko wet his lips. Clearly the hormones to attract a partner during a rut cycle were at play, and Rafayel was getting more worked up by the second. In contrast, Valko took full view of Rafayel, the poisonous flower with a god complex. Excitement brewed in him as he approached. 

“You like being told how pretty you are, don’t you?” Valko said gruffly, crawling onto the bed with his tail swinging wildly behind him. 

Rafayel was, for once, lost for words. His cheeks felt hot. His mouth watered. His hands rose up to frame Valko’s face in claw-tipped fingers. Through the haze of incredible sexual instinct, there was something nice about being seen for who and what he was. Valko’s wolfish features only encouraged him. He didn't feel like a monster here. Both of them were odd and out of the norm, and in the presence of one another there was nothing to be afraid of, nothing they had to explain while their logic escaped them in the throes of heat and rut. They were different and yet so similar. Valko rubbed firm hands down Rafayels’s sides to bring him back to his words. 

“Do you think I’m pretty?” Rafayel slurred, fishing for praise as Valko cupped his ass to tilt his hips up. 

“I think you’re lethal.” Valko said, his own words beginning to tumble together. The head of his cock brushed against the entrance to Rafayel’s pussy and they were both breathless in the moment. “I think you’re powerful.”

As Valko said it, he gently nudged inside of Rafayel, who arched his back at the intrusion. He was wet at the praise. Somehow being told about the nature he kept under wraps every day with a sweet smile and eccentric reputation felt validating to him. He felt those gold eyes rake over him again, and the praise went to his head. He scooted up on the mattress and relaxed his abdomen, greedily taking as much of Valko’s cock as he could at a time. He threw his arms around those broad carved shoulders and tried to pull him forward. 

Valko went slow even though Rafayel didn’t seem to need it. The red haze of a true rut was seeping into his skull and urging him to fuck, to take, to breed. And Rafayel made no attempt to slow him down. Valko leaned in to lick at one of Rafayel’s nipples, still puffy from a full day of trying to stimulate them, trying to bring him to an edge that satisfied him. Valko sank his teeth into his soft skin, fangs piercing flesh just a little, and sucked as he lathed his tongue on top of it. He was almost to the hilt now, and his instincts were screaming again when he felt Lemurian claws scrape at his upper back with needle-like intensity.

“You’re strong. That fight was pretty intense.” Valko praised Rafayel, who sucked in a breath at the satisfying stretch of his pussy. “I can see why you talk a big game.”

Rafayel was beyond words to respond, only concerned with the deep-seated pleasure-cusping pain between his legs. His claws carved more cuts into Valko’s back and he moaned as Valko brushed a sensitive part inside of him that had him drooling from the corner of his mouth. He could hear Valko’s tail wagging wildly behind him, sweeping over the sheets excitedly.

“Wow, this is what it took to keep you quiet?” Valko said snidely, giving a cheeky smirk that Rafayel could not process with his eyes closed. “Shoulda tried this in the alley. Pressed up against the wall like that, you were good enough to eat.”

Valko rolled his hips in a slow, controlled measure even when Rafayel squeezed around him with a breathy moan. Rafayel’s hips rode up to meet him, spine curling to bring Valko and his wild scent closer to him. The pace wasn’t enough, the teasing was too much. With an exhale that betrayed his pleasure, his urgency won out and he raised a heavy hand to yank at Valko’s hair behind his top ear in a prompt. 

“Faster.” Rafayel said drunkenly, using his hold to drag their lips together again. Between obscene noises from their kiss he spoke another command. “Harder.”

They swallowed eerie grunt, every moan from each other with their fangs clicking together. Valko did as he was told, and picked up the pace. His hips pounded into Rafayel and his lips broke their kiss and focused on his neck instead, marking him with harsh hickeys that would leave him red for days before soothing them with his tongue to capture the scent of him. Furious rhythm was established, and Rafayel’s hand climbed over his back; cutting with claws, cupping the hard muscle of his ass, pulling him as close as he could without melting into his skin. 

Valko felt on the cusp of nirvana. Rafayel was velvet-smooth and so warm to the touch. His pussy was needy and his appetite was ferocious. He could handle the intensity, and even better, he welcomed it, craved it. Rafayel felt a deep itch being soothed inside of him and sighed at the feeling. More. He needed more.

“I’m not human…”Rafayel moaned. Valko’s ears twitched and he raised an eyebrow confused. Rfayel’s eyes opened to reveal the cerulean blue glow once again. It spoke of power, but his face was desperate. “...so take off the gloves. I can take it. You don’t have to hold yourself back with me.”

Valko’s wolf ears twitched again, this time in excitement. A smile spread itself across his face. The instincts begging for a chance to call the shots were magnified. He’d already gone harder than we would with a human, but Rafayel wanted it all. This really was a heat responding to the perilous hunger of a rut. Valko snapped his hips with extraordinary force and Rafayel cried out at the sudden pressure and force, carving more cat-like scratches in his back. 

“Yeah, like that…Don’t stop!” Rafayel shouted, his voice punctuated by deep, intense thrusts. His legs wrapped around Valko’s torso and Valko moved a hand to cup his ass in a way that could’ve bruised his fingerprints into the rosy skin there. Valko was off the leash of his own self control. Rafayel wanted it? He’d surely get it. 

The room and house filled to the brim with moans, grunts, swearing as they attacked each other like animals. Valko licked across Rafayel’s cheek before claiming his lips in a filthy kiss. A tightness was beginning to form at the base of his cock that made him groan into Rafayel’s mouth. His eyes were glowing, his blood boiled, his hands gripped tighter. Valko tried to calm his mind, tried to find reason. He was going to cum, and along with it would come a knot. 

“I need to pull out.” he said thickly, fighting himself. “I don’t wanna hurt you and I don’t know what’ll happen.”

“Don’t you dare.” Rafayel hissed, nipping at his earlobe with a fang to slice it in a warning. The tang of his blood spurred him on. “I want it all.”

“You don’t know what you’re asking for.” Valko argued between heavy breaths with a pleading voice as the knot began to form inside of Rafayel. Rafayel felt his toes curl at the feeling of being so perfectly full, just like he wanted. He locked his ankles around Valko’s torso in protest.

“Stop talking.” Rafayel growled, yanking Valko’s lips back into his.

Before Valko could protest, his knot swelled, and suddenly he was cumming. His vision spotted white, and the feeling of warmth was earth shattering. THe dissertation of discomfort was its own euphoria, and for an insane moment he felt as though realising in Rafael was what he was born to do. Valko pulled back from the kis and arched his back like a wolf howling at the moon to shout with the pleasure of it all.

Rafayel’s entire body was eclipsed in an incredible rapture. He felt his limbs twitch and then his pussy as he came violently with the foreign weight of Valko’s knot. He spasmed, his voice was almost gone but she screamed anyway. He felt fluid, malleable, and warm. IT was the hardest orgasm of his life and he crashed down to earth in the arms of a wolf. 

Clearly tired himself, Valko still made the effort to assure that he was alright. Rafayel felt rough fingers stroking his face, and realized that he’d passed out. His head tingled with the aftershocks of his climax and Valko still hadn’t pulled out. Rafayel’s hips moved back but Valko’s moved with him. Rafayel’s eyes widened in alarm. 

“What did you do now?” He said with sleep still on the horizon. Valko’s tail jittered nervously behind him, and his ears pinned back with a slight irritation. 

“I tried to tell you, but you didn’t listen.” he said with an annoyed tone and heavy eyelids. “It’s a knot. It’s gonna last for a while. I can’t pull out like this, so get comfortable.”

Rafayel’s typical protocol was to lash out, to respond to confusion and panic with orders or defensiveness, but now? He just felt calm. The itch of the ebb was less severe. His body had simmered from his frenzy and the weight of a cock and knot in his pussy felt satisfying. Valko’s ears twitched in concern and his tail swept against the bed. 

“Are you okay? How do you feel?” he asked, golden eyes still bright but now examining him for signs of pain or discomfort. Rafayel only looked at him with sleepy, almost fond eyes. 

“It feels…good.” he admitted. Once understanding took hold, he felt safe, as if he could fall asleep with someone standing watch. 

“Just rest. It’ll let up soon.” Valko promised. Rafayel’s lips curled up into a smile and he raised his head to kiss Valko softly. 

“I hope not too soon.” he slurred, leaning back into the temptation of rest. Valko’s tail bristled and his ears gave a light twitch. What?

Valko was able to position their bodies both to sleep on their sides, and Rafayel had been malleable like clay, clearly content with their encounter. Valko cast another worried look to Rafayel’s face, but only saw peaceful sleep. He raised a hand to brush his violet bangs away from his eyes. Rafayel wrinkled his nose at the touch and Valko was astounded when he scooted even closer to wrap his arms around him for comfort, breathing in his scent. 

Less than twenty-hour hours ago he had fought this man with death on the line in a dingy alley and now he was wrapped around his knot? 

Valko heard a soft sigh of breath from Rafayel right next to his ear and he looked like an angel while he slept. His claws were starting to withdraw, his scales to disappear beneath his skin. Valko almost felt bad for that. Rafayel seemed more satisfied in that form. He enjoyed seeing someone else in their base instincts. It made him feel seen, less alone. While he’d flung insults he wasn’t scared or disgusted by him. His tail wagged involuntarily behind him. Valko felt a pang of embarrassment, but the more prominent pull was sleep. He’d been awake for far too long. Rafayel was asleep, and he took that as permission. Without realizing it, he wrapped his strong arms around Rafayel, and kept him close. To protect him even though he did not need it. To reassure him in case he wanted it. Sleep found them both with peaceful dreams.

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When Valko woke, it was right before sunrise, and Rafayel was not beside him. Valko panicked for a moment, but tried to keep his wits. He didn’t feel the twitch of sensitive ears on his head or the weight of his tail behind him. Had his rut calmed for now? A small streak of confusion hit him; why was he so concerned? This wasn’t his house and Rafayel wasn’t his. 

Still, after the events of the night before, Valko felt remiss just leaving out the back like he’d prowled in. He moved his body off of the mattress and several still-healing cuts lingered on his back. He thought of last night, and shivered. It had been mindblowing. He’d shared rut with heat before, but this was unparalleled. Rafayel was not a wolf, but their foreign ferocities caught up to each other. They rhymed even if they weren’t the same. Curious.

Valko got out of the bed, trying not to spy the stains they’d left on the sheets. He checked the bathroom. He checked the kitchen. He checked the living room bordering the studio. His nose picked up a scent in the studio, the earthy smell of mixed pigment with a natural oil for medium. It had been one of the ways Valko found him. Rafayel’s heavenly seabreeze smell was utterly enchanting but the smell of hand-mixed paint had brought him closer and closer until his craven instincts had struck gold. In a twist of irony, Valko looked down at the palette of recently mixed pain and a small smile creeped along his face. 

In the pan with a painter’s knife still angled beside it was a smear of gold. Pale, more citrine than amber in the perfect yellow. The exact color of Valko’s eyes. A swell of pride graced his chest and from the corner of his eyes he glanced out the glass sliding back door, left open, and saw a spark of purple on the private beach caught directly in the surf of the incoming tide. 

Valko briefly wondered if he should cover himself, but was entranced by the reflected hue enough to slowly step outside. His feet padded over the sturdy dark wood of a back deck and then sank into the soft sand of a private beach. Brilliant hues of purple, red and orange blistered the horizon, but Valko’s eyes only cared about the figure on the beach. He walked forward and realized that the glimmer of lavender was from a tail of iridescent scales rising and falling indulgently in the waves on the beach. 

As if sensing his approach the figure twisted, and turned itself over to raise up on humanoid arms and arch his back as he smirked with a humor to his face unmatched. Rafayel. Valko’s breath was robbed from his lungs as he got closer. He’d already know Rafayel to be strikingly beautiful, but his face marked with cultural patterns under his eyes and across his cheeks, and how relaxed he looked in this form was eart shattering. 

Valko’s lips were parted and though Rafayel had not said a word, he was hypnotized again dead set on exploring this fascinating and alluring creature. In a tease, Rafayel brought his hips up, showcasing an abdomen that tapered further down to his narrow tail, covered in scales and thriving in the waves. 

A new spread of water and foam lapped against his back, and Valko watched with an astounded grin as a slit formed where his pussy would normally be on a human body. Together, a set of appendages emerged from the slit, narrowed at the top, but perfectly in tandem. Alive, blushed with arousal. Valko’s parted lips shifted to his jaw dropping and his eyes widening. He has two cocks. He realized with interest. He felt his own cock begin to stir.

Rafayel’s plush smile deepened at Valko’s stunned expression. With a scaled, clawed hand, he reached towards the shore, and beckoned with his fingers. 

“Here, boy.” he said mischievously. 

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tiny threatening awoo

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{EARLY} Smaugust in which I draw a dragon using Sylus’ looks as the prompt! #1 : Ink Embrace - Shared Lanterns

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ok even if we dont get him back I think I'll still keep him

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does tumblr accept boy cat booty

i miss zayne sm u have no idea

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mmmmm thinking about Smaugust and drawing dragons using Sylus' outfits as design prompts

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Ok thats all I got!! Unless I can swing something for valko this week because thats a butch lesbian

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NSFW Sapphic LADS Week day 2 - leather dyke day

There's no way tumblr was gonna let her tits be free so you can see the full ver on bsky

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NSFW Sapphic LADS Week day 1 - Lingerie

Some god honoring Yuri ft Xavier x Zayne - full pic

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but does he whimper

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LADS Sapphic Week

Day 5 - Myth

Fem Archfiend x Countess

There’s a big portion of the lads fandom that are the most homophobic, racist, and fatphobic people I have ever had the displeasure of coming across. So I hope this piece ruins their entire year 🫶