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His black shoes made short clips down the walkway. Miles was irritated, having to be up late and being tugged away from his work. The great horned owl muttered to himself as his mocha colored hands tugged on his orange Ripper jacket. He passed by some of the other racers as they made for recreational activities or their room. It had been a dusk race and it hadn't ended until the moon had started to rise over the horizon. He rubbed at his hazel eyes, masked by white before pinching his black beak to breath heavily through his nostrils. Being here wasn't something he really wanted to do. But need outweighed want typically. "I know you know. Come to Falcon-Mach 1's port for a chat. Don't be followed." Why was he coming here? To figure out what and who sent that strange note addressed to him. Wiping his hands on his dark jeans and popping the collar to his button down shirt, Miles glanced around to see that no one was in the hall. The door hissed open before shutting behind after stepping through.

The port was akin to his own workstation, a balcony of sorts with lockers to the side. Stairs sat on the other side, leading to the mechanic's pit where the Falcon sat dimly lit by a singular bulb. And leaning on the hood of the blue and white car was none other than the Rimba champion for the past three years, Axle himself. Descending the steps slowly, the owl looked over the eagle. He was still in racing uniform, which consisted of white leggings with white and black shoes; a gray zip up undershirt that ran white and black over the lower forearm and hands with the fingers being black; and a vest with his blue and white colors sporting a feather design. His helmet was discarded on a trolley table meant for tools. Axle hadn't even taken an interest in Miles yet, his yellow eyes in their uninterested, scowling face set upon a pendent in his fingers. Having stepped into the area and moving up to the eagle, the owl waited a little bit before he cleared his throat loudly.

Still, Axle wouldn't tear his gaze from his necklace he wore for racing. Having the note tell him to come here, Miles had suspected that it was likely Axle, but he couldn't be sure. The eagle was prone to do his own thing and it could have been a setup by another racer to frame the mechanic owl for tampering with another's car. As it was, Miles just took the time to admire the rival racer, if only to compare to himself. Standing over a full head taller than him, the eagle was buff from the near skin tight suit covering him. Being on the shorter side hadn't given him much chance to get as well sculpted as he figured Axle was, but being a mechanic had the perk of being hard and building. He wouldn't admit that his eyes lowered for a moment to see the bulge in the other's pants, thinking it was filled out nicely.

Crossing his arms, Miles spoke out now in his raspy voice. "Did you send the note?"

Axle finally let the pendent drop, the black surrounding his eyes seeming to make his eyes pierce anyone he looked at with his glare which was directed at the smaller bird. "You know about King." The voice was hoarse, probably from lack of use.

"There's a lot to know about King. You'll need to be more specific."

"Rigging the Grand Prix."

Well, that was a bit of a shocker. His arms uncrossed as his beak was slightly open, the owl attempted to stutter words out. "Y-you know?!"

"He recruited me."

That was even more shocking. "WHAT?!"

"Quiet. Others may hear."

Miles gestured wildly, heart and breath erratic. "Why?! How?! What?!"

A simple shrug started it. "I dislike media. King supplies Falcon with parts." He rapped the car hood lightly.

"You'd align yourself with that monster?"

"Mutual interests."

"And you're suppose to be the best."

That brought a growl from the eagle, forcing him upright to lean over the owl. Miles leaned back a little, to put distance between them. "I am. All I care about is racing. Winning is just a bonus."

"Really? Why be loyal then?"

"Who says I am?"

That made the owl pause. In a low voice, he spoke. "You could switch who you're loyal to..."

"To who? You?"

"Not necessarily."

The eyes were lidded, the fierce glare getting to even him. All of a sudden, the eagle stood up straight again and began his trek over towards the stairs.

"So that's it then? Going to stay lackey to King?"

Miles thought Axle was going to leave. Instead, he ignored the door and went to the lockers, opening it up before he started to disrobe. The owl moved closer to keep his voice lowered, not wanting to attract attention by yelling.

"I always thought you were better than that Axle."

Axle had taken off his clothing and put it away, picking up the hanger with his suit neatly pressed and folded on it.

"Figured you to be more of a man."

That was the wrong thing to say apparently. The eagle visibly tensed up, frozen in place for a moment. It also caused the white tail feathers to raise up, giving Miles a true shock. His eyes widen some, his beak parting. Blood rushed to his face and groin, his throat grew dry. The owl could see Axle's white feathered ass, a shadow in the cleft to pronounce where the two met, framed by two strips of elastic hugging it firmly in place. A full moon unlike any other, to be sure. It was such an awe-inspiring sight that when the eagle turned around and vaulted over the railing, Miles was unprepared. The larger bird towered over the owl, who was now staring into the anger filled eyes of the jockstrap clad eagle.

"At least I admit what I want."

"W-wha...?"

Miles was interrupted as a hand grabbed his groin, making him gasp out. He was half hard in his jeans, noticeable only if someone cupped him like Axle was now.

"You desire me."

With those words, the hand that grabbed the owl's crotch grabbed his hand and pulled it to the eagle's pouch. Miles instinctively grabbed at the bulge, making Axle inhale sharply while feeling the thick and plump package. Likely the race got the white bird going, why he was being more forward sexually. Miles should have probably stopped this but he didn't care to. It had been too long since the last time another had him going like this. His hand was left wanting as the eagle pulled back, leaning down to let his tongue lick over the owl's beak.

"I'll show you how much of a man I am. Strip."

Axle turned from the flushed smaller bird, Miles unable to keep track of him as he was lost in his own little world. He ground his beak together as he decided that he wanted this. He carefully pulled off his jacket and shirt to place them on the trolley, followed by his shoes and socks to be discarded next to the moving table, the cold floor making him shiver a little from contact. His jeans were unbuckled and placed with his shirt and jacket before the owl hesitated on his boxer briefs. Before he could decide on anything, he was roughly pushed to the side, landing on the Falcon. Turning to face his would be attacker, he saw Axle had returned, his face still as unreadable as ever. Getting even closer, the buff bird picked up Miles and placed him on the car's hood. The owl was a bit surprised at the action, before the eyes were back to his from the leaning eagle. It was but a moment more before he moved and brought his beak against the mechanic's, rubbing them roughly.

The action sent a surge through Miles, who let out a slight moan. The act itself wasn't anything to sneeze over, as there was no real feeling beyond simple pressure, but it represented what related to a kiss. Granted, this one was lustful, slow and long scrapping, but it was something he had nearly forgotten the feeling of. When Axle grabbed at his tenting bulge, the owl pressed up into the hand with need, flushed and aroused. A slight chuckle came from the eagle as he ran his fingers through the fluffier, lighter feathers on his chest, trailing along the path that led to his waistband. It made him croon and shudder in anticipation. Hands gripped the elastic and pulled it down, slow and steady. It was as much for effect as to keep the tail feathers from damage.

His cock sprang free, a drop of pre sliding down to his balls. Miles would admit he was pent up bad, his brown dick throbbing and wanting of Axle. The underwear were discarded somewhere, the owl not really caring. The hand went back to the feathered trail, lightly gripping the feathery pubes on Miles before grabbing at the needing erection. A groan escaped his black beak before another hand gripped it shut. His eyes crossed to see Axle holding his beak shut.

"Better keep it down."

The hand on his dick moved up from the base, keeping a firm hold as it wound up at the black cock head. More pre leaked over the fingers as they slowly slid back down. Fingers scrapping the car's hood, Miles tried to thrust into the hand, eyes lidded in need as he started to breath heavily. Instead, the hand vanished and was replaced by the eagle's crotch pressing into his own. Axle weighed the owl down as he ground against the pulsing member, hand now on either side of Miles as Miles himself had to hold back his voice of pleasure. The small bird was brought to attention by Axle's hand in front of his face before it was licked of the pre on it. A surge ran through Miles before the eagle took a step back. The hands that were on the owl before were now on the jockstrap, easing it down. Miles watched as the black pubic feathers showing lightly from the waistband came more into view, the taunt pouch moving before the dick sprung free itself.

Miles could definitely see the pre on the black cock head slide down to the white shaft before dripping off to the floor. His eyes shifted as he watched Axle move to kneel between his legs, hands running over his inner thighs before he let out a gasp. The eagle's tongue had just ran over his tip, with it lapping the underside when a hand gripped the base. From base to tip, again and again as the free hand gripped his balls and rolled them about. Clearly, Axle had done this before at some point, as pre leaked from the owl and was taken in by the bigger bird. When the eagle pulled away, a coldness spread over his length, making Miles hiss in displeasure as he opened his shut eyes. The hand stroked over his cock, sliding easily now as the cold warmed up. When the hell had Axle gotten lube?! It didn't really matter at the moment, as he was bodily drug again to the edge of the hood. His legs didn't even touch the ground as the eagle grinned with his piercing stare. It was unnerving and made his dick twitch.

Axle stood and turned around. A hand grabbed the owl's base again from this new position and Miles's eyes widened in understanding. He was about to speak when he let out a groan, his head running between the soft feathery mounds that was the eagle's ass. Soon, Axle was pushing down against the head, his entrance resisting for a moment before Miles popped into the eagle. A hand covered his beak as the owl gasped again, his eyes rolling at the immense pleasure already running through him. Resting at that point, Miles somewhat worried about Axle before the bigger bird started to lower himself inch after inch. Miles might have been short in stature, but he definitely packed between the legs. It wasn't long before the buff bird's hips pressed against his own, the owl digging at the car beneath him. Wrapped in warmth and tightness, it was heavenly to the older bird. They stayed like that for a moment before Axle shifted his stance a little wider and slowly started to pull off Miles's shaft. Miles covered his beak, shivering at the surge of bliss running through him as the eagle raised himself before slowly sinking again.

The owl's eyes wondered a bit as Axle slowly rode on his length. The white hands were balled into fists resting by his hips, using his arms as well as his legs to raise himself up. The muscles tensed under the sleek feathers, running throughout the whole arm, leading Miles to the eagle's broad back. It would tense up sometimes, showing off how ripped the eagle was, with interrupted view from the tailfeathers waving and splaying at times. Not an inch of black on this side of Axle, though it was hard to tell with pleasure spiking in his system and his eyes lidding and closing at times throughout. The big bird sped up his motions, leaning back a little more. Their balls started to smack together more, while Miles moved a hand to stroke over the eagle's back. The other grabbed at the white waist, holding on as he started to push up himself. Instinct was winning over a bit now, as well as old muscle memory. Axle was loosening up with every motion, which he countered by clenching around the dick at times. Already the owl was starting to feel the familiar knot of his impending end, but he wasn't ready yet.

Grabbing the big avian by both hips, Miles began to ram himself up into the downward motion from Axle. The startled noise that emitted from the mostly silent eagle was new and the owl liked it. Feathers were shiny from sweat, both panting and the smell of sex permiated the air. Miles knew he was leaking, there was no way he wouldn't be as he kept thrusting up into the racer's ass. His balls tensed up as the old bird reached his peak. With a grunt, he rammed home a final time and his seed shot out in forceful jets. Spurt after spurt painted the pink innards, spilling back out around the rim and making a mess of his balls and pubes. Chest heaving for breath, Miles opened his eyes to see the mess rather than just feeling. The white didn't show very well as Axle's ass was white as well, but the wetness was visible decently well. The pent up mechanic sighed and chuckled a bit.

"That's how much a man I am."

With that, the eagle slid himself off Miles's length, making the old bird groan. Seed leaked out copiously, making a mess of the slightly flagging owl's dick. Axle turned about, moving again to press his own dick against the mechanic's. Miles let out a quiet gasp, the sensitivity in his dick something fierce enough to waver discomfort in his bliss. A hand scooped up some of the seed on his pubes and belly and coated the eagle's length before he grabbed them both and started a light pumping into it. The owl shuddered, writhing in desire for Axle to stop and keep going. It wasn't hard to get aroused again, the mechanic having neglected his urges for the sake of Tag.

There wasn't much friction as Axle continued to thrust a few times. When he let go and moved back, Miles was left shaking and flushed again, heaving for air. In his distraction, he didn't take notice of the racer's movements until he felt the slightly wet and hard tool pressing beneath his balls. The slide down between his ass cheeks made him shiver before the head was pressing against his entrance. The big bird moved a hand down to grip his cock and used the other to grab the owl's leg.

"Time to see how much a man you are."

"Axle, wa-AH!" Before Miles could speak anymore, the eagle pushed hard against his tailhole and punctured the defenses. Eyes wide and beak parted, Miles once again felt something he hadn't in a long while. It was only the head but already he felt the impact on his insides. And Axle would not be denied as he slowly buried himself, inch after inch spreading the owl further. Miles's eyes and beak clenched shut against the pain from entering roughly, but the feeling was beyond anything he could muster. He was throbbing madly and already leaking pre again. It wasn't until he felt the buff avian's balls on his ass that Axle stopped. Both were panting and sweating at this point, looking at each other in lidded eyes. The owl's showing need and slight confusion while the eagle's showed a dark hunger.

Slowly, the racer pulled his hips back and pushed back into the mechanic. Miles let out a deep croon, something he didn't do too often anymore, his fingers scratching at the hood. Another pull and push, the owl feeling every inch as it slipped in and out, writhing under Axle. His labored breathing was broken by his moans and the eagle's grunts, wrapping his legs as best he could around the white feathered ass pumping at his own. The pace quickened and became harder, making the small bird jolt with every thrust into him. His length bobbed in time, oozing out more pre onto his already messy frontside. It wasn't too long before the eagle hunched over, placing both hands that were on the owl's hips previously on the hood next to his head. The new position slowed the impacts, yet deepened them too.

With the new position, Miles could let his hands wander better than the Falcon's hood. They ran over the racer's abs and chest, tracing over each and every line and curve, only now noticing the black nipples he was pinching and pulling on. It brought out huffs and groans from the eagle, though that might have been his tight rear end too. The movement continued up and over Axle's arms, gripping them tightly around the forearm as he started to push against the thrusts. Being split apart like this was heavenly, the bigger bird's shaft hitting all the right spots inside of him. Axle ground his beak against the mechanic's again, eliciting a loud groan from him. A hushing noise from the racer was all he got as the eagle shifted his position to angle better into Miles.

With the new shift, the owl let out a gasp, his eyes widening again. Not only because Axle was ramming his entire length hard into the small bird but also because it pressed all the harder on his pleasure spot. His dick bobbed in time with every thrust, hands moving to scratch at the eagle's back to find purchase. What breath he had was used in moans and whispers of Axle's name. He could feel himself starting to tense, his balls drawing up as his second orgasm was fast approaching. Sex filled the air in sound and smell, accompanied by semen as well. Miles was going crazy from it all before his eyes rolled back and his fingers dug all the harder. His body shaking entirely, he shot out another load, spurting his brown feathers with white stripes. The mechanic's orgasm was all the sweeter as his rump repeatedly clenched around the still moving organ in there before it too stopped fully hilted. He could feel every pulse of the eagle's shaft as it pumped out rope after rope of hot seed into his ass, his already white vision getting more so. It felt like forever before they tapered off, both panting heavily from the rutting. Slowly the two regained a semblance of what actual air was.

Miles uncurled himself from the racer, sprawling out on the car. He hadn't felt like that in such a long time. He even came twice! That was a rarity. Though the cum on his beak and neck spoke of another uncommon occurrence of shooting quite far. A low rumble came from Axle before he spoke.

"Your seed is on my Falcon."

That got a tired smile from the owl. "I'll aim for my beak next time."

A raise eye ridge accompanied the question. "Next time?"

Damn. He was caught in an awkward proposition. The mechanic flushed as he looked away, grumbling. A smirk played on Axle's beak as he leaned down and started to preen Miles's neck feathers. So sudden was it that he froze in place, his mind seeming to blank for a moment before turning when the eagle pulled back. The racer growled lightly.

"Seems you're quite the man as well. I'll consider your offer." A pause as the eagle slid from the owl's ass, making the small bird groan a bit. "And anytime you want to fuck, send me a message. We can use a bed next time then."

Axle walked over and picked up his jockstrap, sliding it on. Miles stared at the messy ass before the racer moved back towards his locker to dress and leave. The owl just laid there, trying to wrap his mind around what had just happened. From getting to the heart of the prix's issues to having sex with Tag's rival. His ass sore as he tried to stand, Miles knew he'd be feeling this tonight and tomorrow. It was better he left before that tiger decided to come find him and see him naked and cum coated in Axle's garage. Dressing slowly, he came to the conclusion things were getting complicated again. What else was new though?