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Flashes went through his eyes. The cloudless, bright blue morning sky. A deep, hollow entrance embedded on a rock. A small white room, with nothing but a window for the sunlight to slip inside. Long dark tunnels, littered with dull red, orange and yellow lights. Mad Circus looking down at him, with that trademark smirk of his gone. Being taken to the palace for the first time...

When he came to, the world was little more than grogginess and black shapes barely taking form. His entire body felt heavy and without an ounce of energy, but when he tried to stretch, he found his wrists shackled. He didn't pay it any mind in his state, and simply arched backwards to get the soreness out of his system. Slowly, the world started to clear up, and the shapes were easier to recognize.

He was lying on his side, just like when he fell on the forest. He remembered as much, and everything from before that started forming up in his head. He remembered the bandits, his own defeat, and all of a sudden, the shackles on his arm took a completely new meaning.

With newfound energy, he shot up. His arms were bound behind his back, chained to the wall behind him, leaving him to use his legs to try and stand up. He was in a small room, but that was only the first name his mind could give to the alcove. In more specific terms, it was a small cave seemingly carved into a massive rock. The walls were rough and curved, and the floor went around in a circle, giving the space a more spherical appearance than the usual cubes Leo had grown used to in the city.

He was barely squatting by the time the chains pulled back on him. A quick tug just to confirm, and a resigned sigh followed when he realized there wasn't enough length for him to stand. Defeated, he slowly sat back on the ground, stepping carefully until his back pressed against the wall, and his bare ass landed on the floor. The cold stone against his cheeks was what made him realize, right then and there... He didn't dare think about it, but all it took was one single glance, and his fears came to fruition.

What greeted him was the very familiar, very naked silhouette of his muscles. Plump pecs taking most of his field of vision, jumping out in delicious curves; a flat, defined stomach; thick, powerful thighs- But this was no time to check himself out. Despite how much his own figure inspired the heat from his loins to spread, it was precisely what laid between his loins what worried him the most. Slowly, loudly swallowing, he spread his legs apart, feeling a chill all over his back making his fur stand on edge.

There it was still, as bright pink as the day before, as the morning he remembered touching it. The soft, expectant lips of his pussy, contracting with his breathing and letting out a single drop of his juices. Just looking at it was as unnerving as it was soothing, the warmth of his own arousal filling him up. He pulled against his bindings one more time, inspired only by the need to touch himself, to no avail. But his focus, which had never abandoned his crotch, took a different direction. For him to be captured and naked, his captors had to have removed his armor themselves, leaving his current state as no secret. And that could only mean one things... Yet he clenched, feeling his insides safely contract with his movements, completely empty and dry, save for his own juices; nothing out of the ordinary flowed out.

It made no sense to him, but he wasn't about to complain over his luck. Silver linings and all that. But with that worry out of the way, his mind returned to the room, and his eyes wandered almost aimlessly, scanning every inch that his sight could reach. If he was lucky, his armor would be somewhere inside this room, along with his sword; if he could just see them, he would break away from his bindings in no time.

Scattered across the room were a mix of varied furniture and random pieces of scrap. Small tables and old chairs were the main thing he found, none of them looking even remotely the same; some even looking homemade. The pieces of scrap, on closer inspection, were small bits of metal and precious stones: Tiny, miserable jewels, too little to fetch a proper price even in the most desperate of markets, surrounded by random bits of what was most likely fake cutlery and other knick-knacks. To one side, a small alcove that housed a fire, the only source of light and warmth in the entire room, next to a set of pans and a small table with a knife on it that he assumed acted as an impromptu kitchen. And right in front of him, a door, no doubt locked, and a small round window next to it, upon which he could see nothing but the night, and a few random orange bits from other small houses like this one.

All of that, and yet no sign of his armor. Even in the dim light emitted by the fire, the pristine white should've been evident. Did that mean that it was no longer around? What use would bandits have for a knight's armor? That... That was fairly obvious, of course. The only thing a thief and an assassin could care for was money. And quite honestly, an armor like Leo's would fetch a high price immediately, so finding a quick buyer wasn't out of the question.

The lion leaned back against the wall, a sigh leaving through his lips. His fists behind him clenched tightly, and his teeth gritted to hold down the roar that rumbled in his throat, but he held his frustration. In the end, it was just armor; wasted money, especially considering that the thieves had surely sold it for much less of its value, but nothing he couldn't make back in a few years. His priority was to leave this place safely, and in order to do that, he needed to keep his composure.

Even with his armor gone, he could still turn the tables if he found his sword. That weapon with which he shared a name, upon which part of his life was sealed, held such great power, just by looking at it he would easily free himself. Deep down, that connection was still there, and he could still feel it. A voice lingering in the back of his head, calling to him like a whisper in the dark, coming from all directions. Leonidas' eyes closed as he tried to listen to that whisper, pinpointing its origin. Sitting still until not even his breathing made the slightest sound. Somewhere within the darkness, with a very vague cry...

His eyes opened, and they were instinctively drawn towards the blade, on the other side of the room, leaning against the wall. And the moment his eyes landed on it, Leo's blood boiled and his teeth gritted harder than ever before. The sword was still safely secured in its scabbard, but wrapped all around it was a thin black chain, secured around the hilt with a lock adorned with a bright ruby, its crimson light reflecting on the lion's blue eyes.

Leo recognized the object. From his research, from his classes, from rumors and warnings among the older, more experienced knights, their whispers once again bouncing in his head from the memory alone. He remembered the mysterious artifacts barely spoken of in ancient texts, to the point that they were thought mostly a myth. And yet here he was, staring one right in the eye as it held his most precious possession, his most beloved partner and companion, hostage right under his nose.

And right away, all reason was lost. The lion could no longer recognize anything inside the small living room, if he could even keep calling it that. A prison would be more appropriate. His own body he no longer cared, but seeing his sword in such a sorry state made his blood boil hotter than he ever remembered it doing so before. He was seeing red, the world around him turning fuzzy, distorted, as he could only focus on releasing his partner.

Thus, he stood up, forgetting the previous attempts at freedom, forgetting the lack of breathing room. Rather than complain, he flexed and strained every muscle in his naked body. He had spent so many years achieving such a physique, he might as well use it. Shoulders and arms popped, veins growing more pronounced as every bit of strength he could muster went into them. And with all of that power, he pulled against his bindings again, harder, stronger, constantly tugging against the chains. He felt the wall behind him rumble from the effort, the room shake slightly as he pulled on the cave itself. Bits of rock fell on the ground behind him, but they didn't make him stop; the light echo they made as they touched the floor beneath him was encouraging. He could break free, at least enough to go to his sword and...

And then what?

A door to the side of the room burst open, loudly crashing against the other wall. It was hidden by the room's very curvature, so it wasn't until now that Leo realized there was more to this small home than what his eyes had initially told him. And yet, now that he saw it, he berated himself for not realizing sooner. It was too late now, as a tall lizard man entered from the other side of the door, his eyes immediately landing on the bound lion. Deep blue, angry eyes, which he recognized right away.

"What the fuck!?" the bandit yelled, and Leonidas heard his voice for the first time. It was deep yet coarse, appropriate for his height, if not so much for his build. He wore nothing but a pair of pants, not even fastened; most likely put in a rush after hearing the ruckus the lion was making. He was a slim man, with a toned waist that gave way to a slightly broader chest and shoulders; his arms were defined, yet surprisingly stronger than what he expected from his clothes before. Overall, even Leonidas had to admit he was an attractive reptile: a powerful body covered in elegant scales of a dull, smoky green, and a face with handsome factions, even when distorted by an upset scowl.

But the first second he checked him out was the only one he could keep his wits. The next moment the lion's eyes landed on him, they were attracted towards the lower half of his waist, where the lizard was struggling to keep his loose pants on. There, across the opening left by his constant fumbling, Leo gazed upon the cylindrical base of his manhood, instantly recognizing it and feeling his own hunger suddenly grow. The more the lizard pulled up to try and keep his pants up, the more the feline could see of his member. His eyes were glued to it, anxiously waiting for each and every sweet inch that he could gaze upon, trying his best to discern the girth and length from those bits alone.

After a while, the lizard finally got tired, and with a frustrated groan he pulled them back up and closed the small opening, quickly fastening. A moment of disappointment for our hero, before he saw the fabric fall down and bless him. Pressed against the now tight pants, he could easily see the trail of his captor's dick, and he was shocked beyond belief by its length alone. Leonidas had seen longer and thicker before, every day in the mirror, but that didn't mean the reptile wasn't quite endowed on his own; and the knight was enthralled by the sight of such gift, to the point that his heat spread through his entire body, carrying with it the desire to pull those pants back down, admire that masculine length and-

"Hello?" the lizard's fingers were snapping at his face, repeatedly, yet only now did the lion notice. The sound bounced in his head for a second, and his eyes, no longer glossy, were now focused on the thin, calloused fingers as they went through the motions. How long had he been staring at the man's crotch that he fell the need to wake him up like this. His voice once again took him out of his thoughts. "Were you seriously looking at my dick just now?"

Leonidas' eyes widened in shock. Partially because he didn't realize how obvious he had been, and even in a situation such as being cuffed up to the wall, the idea of losing even an ounce of dignity was hell to a knight. But mostly because he had allowed his arousal to get the best of him, and he realized it all came from those damned lips between his legs. He was already feeling them again, contracting hungrily, making the warmth roll over every inch of his body, craving to be filled with the very meat he had been detailing mere seconds ago. His need came from that pussy, from its desire to take cock; it wasn't him, yet he was so easily taken over by the need.

"Say, are you really that hungry for my cock?" the lizard interrupted his thoughts once again, but he only made the heat flare up even further when he reached up and held his length through the fabric of his clothes. The outline became more evident, and Leo couldn't help but stare at it in awe. "You want to be filled up with cock so badly that you won't let a man take a nap in his own house? Naughty kitty."

The lizard crouched, and against his better judgment and pride, Leonidas followed the direction of his crotch, eyes never leaving the clearly hardening member. But another scaly hand cupped his chin and gently pulled him up, until he was face to face with the lizard's wide grin. The same calloused fingers that had snapped him back into reality went back down, and before he could even ask what was happening, Leo felt his lips slowly invaded by them. His first reaction was to mewl, to clamp and try to cross his legs, but that only made the sensations stronger. The lizard wasted no time, two fingers already going as far as they would while his thumb expertly pressed and rubbed the lion's clit, making him tremble. He pinched it between his thumb and the index inside, and Leo's back arched from the jolt. His hips pushed forward, wanting more of the reptile, wanting so badly to be used by him.

"If you beg hard enough, kitty," he whispered, squeezing his length when he noticed the lion's eyes wandering down, "I'll fill you up all the way."

"All the way, huh?" the new voice said from somewhere behind the lizard, whose eyes shot wide open as soon as he heard. His fingers not only stopped, but pulled out as fast as possible, leaving poor Leonidas with an empty feeling and an unfulfilled need.

Within the haze left all over him by such rough invasion, the lion's gaze glossed over his surroundings one more time before finding the source of that second voice. It was such a soft, tender voice... It came as no surprise when it turned out to be from a smaller lizard, standing next to the open door. He was covered in a gray sheet that could barely cover all the way to his feet, the edges dragging on the ground, but there was enough of an opening across the chest for him to see the pristine white scales and the slender figure underneath, with only the slightest evidence of a cleft in his chest. His snout was rounder than the first one's, and he lazily rubbed his closed eyes. It was a mysterious, almost ethereal image that the lion couldn't quite put his finger on, until he saw the white tail gently swaying behind him. It couldn't be...

"I'm obviously kidding!" the first lizard said, jumping back up and rushing towards his apparent partner. From what he could still see of his face, he was trying his best to put up a smile, yet his stiff back spoke miles of how he truly felt. "I mean, you know, I said- Well, I did say I would, but I- I-It's not a big deal, I just-

"Lee, it's fine," the smaller lizard said, causing the larger one's shoulders to loosen up right away. "You did say you would play with him. I did say it was fine, as long as he wanted to. Which I assume he did."

"...Well, he was staring at my dick."

"Ligium," the tender voice suddenly took a sinister tone, enough to make the taller lizard wince. But the small white one simply sighed in response and let him sink in the sudden guilt he was likely feeling. His focus became something different; the small paws walked over to the lion, the sheet dragging behind him in an almost ghostly fashion, helped by the creamy color of his scales. Leonidas couldn't help but be taken over by the almost angelical form of the creature that now approached him so casually, until he leaned down to him and spoke in that same tender tone as before. "I'm sorry about my partner."

And that was when he first opened his eyes, and the lion's suspicions were finally confirmed. Behind those delicate eyelids were a pair of blood red orbs, the exact same that he had seen back in the forest, behind a cowl and a pair of masterfully wielded knives. And yet, no matter how much the evidence spoke to him, he couldn't believe that the assassin he faced and this pure being of light were the same.

"My name is Ard," he smiled at the lion, and even more than before, Leo couldn't even weight the possibility. "Maybe I shouldn't be telling you, but I feel like the more you trust us, the less trouble you'll make. Whatever you need, just let us know and we'll try our best to help. So, what was the problem just now? Why were you pulling against the wall?"

"Ard...?" of all things, that was the one that struck the lion the most. Not the obvious question, not the empty promises of comfort, not even the pure image in front of him could any longer hold his attention. His mind was centered on those names, on the bell they rang in his ear, desperately looking through his memories for even the smallest hint of recognition- "Right...! Right! I know you! Ligium and Arduos; you're the Dragonetti brothers!"

"The what!?" Lee was the one who yelled, surprising both men. When Leo saw him, there was no hint of the same hungry man as before, the one that had so easily taken his body, nor were there any traces of the guilty boy nagged into a corner by his much smaller partner. What he saw was a frown so deep, eyes so seething with rage, that he thought he would start spewing flames like a real dragon any second now. "Say that again, bastard! Come on, say it! I fucking dare you!" he screamed from the top of his lungs, closing the distance between them in big strides until he was close enough to the feline to lift an arm and make the knight wince in anticipation.

...But the strike never came.

"Lee, stop!" that same tender voice was now firm. And when Leo looked back up, he saw the albino lizard back up, tail coiled around his partner's legs while his arms held him back from striking the lion. He had done that in a single second, without even the knight realizing any of his movements, and he held the larger man with ease. He whispered something on his partner's ear, and with a scowl and a resigned sigh, Ligium caved in. His body loosened back up until his muscles were no longer tense. Only then did Ard let him go, slithering his own way back next to the feline.

"I... fuck," he covered his face with his hand and let out a muffled groan, staring at the ceiling all through. Then back at the lion, unable to see his partner in the eye. "I was in a good mood, dammit. Fucking meat pile... I need to go out and get a drink now," and as if using up all the courage he had left, he looked back at his partner with an apologetic look. "You coming?"

"Someone has to stay here and keep an eye on him," the albino's response held the same tender tone as ever. He showed no intense emotions the same way his partner had done so, simply stating a fact. But it didn't help the guilty expression in the thief's face.

"Y-Yeah, that makes sense. Ok. I, uh... I'll bring you something to eat, or..." he kept stumbling, and everyone in the room could tell that he would only continue to do so. With a tongue click and a frown, he turned his back to the two men and headed back towards the door, sinking into the darkness without another sound and pulling it closed with his tail. On the other side of the window, Leo could barely discern his silhouette in the darkness for a while, but before long, he was gone.

And once they were left alone, the tension started to ease, and Ard let out a wordless sigh. Leonidas, watched him stand back up, stretch himself a bit and step over until he was right in front of the lion. He sat down on the floor, still covered by the sheet, with such fluid movements, even for a reptilian... That and the way he held his partner back made the lion start to believe he was really the assassin that had bested him, but that only opened a while new world of questions. He realized all he had were questions, all he felt was uncertainty...

"What's going on..." he wondered aloud, his voice almost breaking. He could feel himself nearing collapse, and it took all his willpower and every bit of experience and training he could recall, to keep himself from coming undone in front of his captors. Slow breaths and silent reassurances, all of them going around in his head to try and organize the myriad of questions he had. No matter how many times he faced death, he always came out victorious because he was confident in his power; what he feared right now was the uncertainty.

"There's probably a lot going through your mind right now," the white lizard said, almost as if he could read the lion's mind. His words were enough to catch Leo's attention, and when he looked up, he saw the same bright smile as before, beaming down on him, helping his worried shoulders ease down. Perhaps it was foolish to try and get comfort from an enemy, but it was so difficult to look away from him. "Lee... He's usually really sweet and mellow. A bit slow on the uptake, but that's just one more of his charms, you know. And he's extremely kind to me. He just has a bit of a temper, and you hit a lot of buttons at the same time."

"What do you mean?" the words came naturally. Leonidas wasn't sure if he was really interested in the story the lizard had to tell, but he at least knew that he had to keep listening to that sweet voice of his.

"Where to start about that. Quite a broad question, with lots of context behind it," his words carried a hint of playfulness that made the lion think he was mostly being messed with, and that curious smile of his didn't help matters. But he was still attentive, unable to tear his eyes away from the petit body that no doubt hid under the mass of blankets. "It's been a long time since I had the chance to have a proper conversation with anyone other than Lee, and I honestly feel like squeezing it. Can I offer you a game?"

"A... game?" to say Leo was shocked by the sudden proposition would've been both, an overstatement, and an understatement, all at once. He simply didn't know how to react. He couldn't figure out what was the correct response to anything the small lizard said. But he was aware enough to know that only made him more dangerous. "What kind of game?"

"Information is easily the most valuable currency. I've seen more people killing over it than the most valuable riches. So, let's make it an equivalent exchange," he had a way of making even the most mundane words drip with sinister intent, but his smile never faltered. "Basically, let's trade questions. That way, you won't feel so scared, and I might get some news of what goes on in the kingdom. It's also a way to pass the time."

"You're really that bored?"

"No, no," the lizard's small eye landed on the lion's lips, and Leonidas felt a blush crawl up to his cheeks for the first time in a while. "You already made your first question, so no more until you answer mine. Besides, you should use the ones you have to ask the right things, don't you think?"

"Wait, what question-

"About Lee, remember?" the bright red eyes shone, not with the usual innocent glint, but with a rather wicked light, a reflection of the flames from the nearby hearth. Under other circumstances, Leo would've probably complained, demanding his question to be changed, but he was in no position to demand anything in the first place. The very fact that he had a chance to gather as much intel as possible was a boon on its own. And perhaps it was due to his feline nature, but he had to admit curiosity towards what answer the lizard might give him.

"Right..." he said, feigning resignation. "Well? What is it with you two?"

"Lee and I are lovers."

"Ah, I see. Lovers," was all the lion could say, barely able to hide his disap- "Wait, lovers!?"

"Oh, we're not siblings in the first place, if that's what you're thinking. Lee just gave me his family name when we got together, since I didn't have one. Wait, doesn't that make us husbands? I never thought about that," and it was the lizard's turn to blush and try to hide his face into the blankets. An assassin like him had no reason to look so damn adorable, yet here he was.

"No, I- No! You have to explain this more clearly!" the knight stumbled when he saw the tender display in front of him, conscious of the blush forming on his cheeks, but still trying to struggle against his binding out of the outrage.

"Is it because we're both men?" the lizard's muffled voice came from within the pile of fabric he had turned into, and Leo froze. He wasn't sure why, though. And the thought left his mind when the conversation resumed. "It's fine. I know it's not something you see in the capital. The Queen is rather strict about homosexual relationships, we all know that. Maybe that's why a lot of people tend to mix us up. Two male lizards with the same family name, of course everyone will assume they're siblings. I don't mind; quite the opposite, I think any piece of personal information we can twist will come to our advantage sooner or later. But Lee..."

For the first time, Ard was unable to hold the knight's gaze. He looked down, staring at nothing on the floor, his eyes becoming void for a second as a melancholic smile formed on his lips. A short giggle escaped him, and that only made the lion blush again.

"I told you, Lee is incredibly sweet. He's a daydreaming romantic. And he loves me. A lot. He tends to show it often; he was showing it to me just now, actually. Why do you think he was so pissed when you interrupted us?"

That made Leo's face fluster even harder. Men or not, the thought that others were having sex on the other side of the wall... It wasn't the first time it happened, naturally; when you frequented inns during missions, you were bound to end up with a loud couple next door a few times. And he more than once gave in to the sounds they made, making his loins burn with arousal and his member harden and stand proud... just like his pussy was now pulsing and starting to leak at the thought. He covered it up, squeezing his thighs in the process, and kept paying attention to the lizard's story.

"I think it's because he loves me that much that he wants the world to know. No matter what I tell him, he's always eager to hold my hand in public and show everyone that we're together. He always tells me how much he wants to brag me with others, show them that he hit the jackpot with me," another laugh escaped the lizard, and the image of a deadly assassin started to fade within Leo's mind. "So, when someone doesn't know, or doesn't want to accept that we're together, he just goes on a rage about it. Then the city goes and lists us on their wanted list as brothers, and whenever that's brought up, he just explodes. That's part of the reason why he was ready to knock you out just now."

"Part of it?" the lion was admittedly curious about the phrasing, but once again, the lizard's finger on his lips stopped him.

"We're still playing the game. It's my turn now," the wicked smile had returned, but this time, Leonidas had an easier time seeing through the small cracks, finding the lonely, eager man underneath. "So..." his hands roamed up the feline's thick thighs, slowly pushing them apart. Leo could do nothing against it, enthralled as he was by those bright rubies that were his eyes. Before he knew it, he was spread wide open for the small man, whose motions remained as sensually fluid as ever. "What's up with that?"

Leo's eyes shot wide open as Ard stepped back, sitting down and staring at his crotch. He didn't need the reptile to say anything else, painfully aware that he was staring at the pink, wet lips between his legs. What bothered him was how hot they felt, how much they leaked to the point that he could feel the juices matting his fur and sticking to his muscles. It was such a shameful position, he audibly swallowed the longer he looked at him. Yet he didn't dare close his legs again, all caused by that voice, somewhere in the back of his head, telling him that he should stay open for either lizard- maybe both lizards! -to fill him up until he was satisfied. The heat spreading through his body was almost unbearable, and it made his breathing rush. His already prominent chest expanded so far, he lost sight of his own body more than once.

"A... A wizard did it," that was all he managed to say, his mouth drying after every word as he tried to remain conscious while his mind filled with images of the lizard lovers ravaging him from every side. But back in reality, said lizard could only look at him with a mocking smile. "I'm serious! I was sent to this area to track down a wizard and he... Well, he was stupidly powerful and wiped the floor with me. But for some reason, instead of outright killing me, he decided to use me for some perverted experiment. Let me tell you, I had quite the cock! But when I woke up after our fight, I was like this."

"Quite the cock, you say," the petit lizard repeated, and this time he was unable to hold back his laughter, prompting an ashamed growl from the lion. "No, I believe you. I can tell just from how you handle yourself. Men that fight like you always have big dicks. That's why I was surprised when we took the armor off. But to be honest... Talking to you right now, I think it suits you."

"It seriously does not," the lion sighed, getting another laugh from the lizard. At the very least, his laughter helped ease the feline somewhat. He really couldn't picture this small creature as an enemy. But he had seen that wickedness firsthand, and a shiver crawled up his spine as he remembered it. "You guys didn't... When you saw it, you didn't..."

"Of course not," the laughter was gone. When he looked up, he saw Ard's expression, his frown deep and his mouth curved into a deadly serious scowl. "I would never do something like that; and you might not believe it, but Lee wouldn't touch you either," there was a certain gravity to his words that helped the lion be sure he was speaking the truth, and it felt like a weight being lifted off his shoulders. But then the white reptile looked away, blushing. "We... did sort of agree that, in the unlikely case you showed any interest, we would consider asking you if you wanted in on any fun."

"You did?" the lion couldn't believe what he was hearing. Or rather, he couldn't quite understand why, the moment those words were uttered, his heart jumped in excitement and his loins started heating up and trembling in anticipation. How did they even do that!?

"Well, Lee's actually bi... And I have to admit, the rest of your body is definitely my type, so I am a bit curious how it might feel," the small lizard tried to keep his composure, but Leo saw his arms moving under the blanket, snaking their way down towards what he assumed were his legs. Only then did he started toying with the possibility that he may have not been wearing anything underneath. "Anyway, that's something for later! I'll let you have that extra question as a personal service. It's an understandable concern, after all. That means it's your turn now."

"Right!" it was as if the game brought him back to reality. As if it made him once again aware of his dangerous position. Thus, the lion sat back up, crossing his legs to hide the still dripping lips and spare himself any more shame. "Let's see..." he wondered aloud, his eyes, by pure chance, glancing back up towards the window, gazing into the endless darkness on the other side. "Where am I?"

"I could just say 'our home' and be done with that one, you know?" the lion winced, despite noticing the fallacy on the reptile's words. It was enough to get another chuckle out of him, at least. "Ok, ok. This is the Hideout, capital H. It doesn't have much of a name, so we all just call it that. It's a series of long interconnected caves, going deep into the mountain range, and some sides also go underground. We are underground right now, actually."

It made as much sense as anything right now. When he looked back up the window, he realized the darkness he was seeing wasn't the night, but the depth of the cave they were in. Which meant the lights scattered all over the place were most likely lanterns left by the residents, marking each one of their small abodes. In that case...

"You're processing it," Ard's voice took him out of his trance, and he looked back at the lizard, who was leaning dangerously forward, their faces a mere inch apart. Yet, the feline didn't feel like leaning back. "You're asking yourself just how big this hideout is, how deep it goes, what exactly it entails. It's one hell of a mysterious, almost fantastic tale," and as soon as he said that, he stepped back. "To be honest, I don't think anyone is quite sure how far back this place goes. There are rumors, legends even amongst other thieves, but nothing clear. Lee told me when we first met, with all the flair, all the luxury of detail he could muster. He's one hell of a storyteller, that man."

"He sounds like a lot of things," Leo said, trying his best to hide the contempt for the taller reptile. The image his partner painted of him was a rather high pedestal, a picture of nearly spotless tenderness and perfection that he couldn't reconcile with the violent thief he had fought in the forest, or the angry man that had tried to attack him while bound. Not like either of those were entirely unjustified, he was at least self-aware enough to tell that much.

"I can tell you don't have the best image of him, and that's fine. He can be rough around the edges. I like it when men are a bit rough, though," of course he had to say it with that tone, making the lion fluster and swallow again. "I'm not good at telling stories. I guess I don't have that hopeful air he carries himself with. So, the pragmatic version is that, at some point, multiple groups of bandits found this small rock formation away from most nearby settlements. I'm talking muggers, thieves, random scumbags, and the occasional murderer running away from home. They all came across this place by pure coincidence and decided to settle down.

"There wasn't any real camaraderie between them, but it was more like an unspoken agreement, to keep our livelihoods in this place and make it into a shared hideout. As long as no one got in anyone else's way, they all kept to their own business without judgment. Then the information exchange started, a couple groups joined together, and the rumor of a larger hideout expanded among the underbelly of the kingdom. That was apparently decades ago, and ever since, the Hideout has remained. Nowadays, a bunch of different criminals live here, safely tucked away from the kingdom's rules. Or something like that."

"An entire underground city of criminals..." the lion whispered, his eyes wide open in shock. When he looked back up at the window, the darkness on the other side took a whole new meaning. "And you said murderers are here too?"

"Most people here have turned into multiple levels of robbery to make a living. Some were born here and had no other option, some found this place by chance after running away from their own crimes," his explanation felt strange to the lion. Vague and careless. Detached. None of his own descriptions fit the lizard's situation, and that only made the feline's curiosity pique. "Yes, there are some legitimately bad people here. People who enjoy stealing, people who love the thrill of killing the weak. But most people here have turned to petty crimes out of necessity. After all, the bigger criminals usually stay in the bigger cities like the capital."

"What's that supposed to mean?" that was his inner knight talking, his voice raising as he was incensed by the notion that his comrades' work might not be enough. But that wasn't what he really wanted to ask. "Why are you here, anyway?"

"In case you forgot, I already answered your question, and then some. And even then, that much is information I'm not yet willing to provide," the small reptile's voice didn't change in the least, but it didn't need to for Leonidas to notice he was being serious about it. "Anyway, my question next. What did your mission entail?"

"I already told you, I was tracking a wizard."

"Yes, I heard all that, but I want the details!" the lizard's eyes suddenly shot wide open, shining with the fire from the hearth. His smile only grew bigger, more excited, as if he was a child again all of a sudden. "Why was a wizard here, what was he doing, why did the Queen choose you specifically, I want to know it all!"

"You're being awfully fanatic about this, huh?" Leo couldn't help a bit of a chuckle in front of his captor's performance. He realized he was letting his guard down around him, but he was surprised that he didn't mind. There was something soothing about this small creature, something that made him feel like he was in front of an old friend rather than an assassin that had kidnapped him. "Is that it? Are you an actual fan?"

"Knights have always caught my attention. I met a few back when I was younger," the reptile admitted. It was the first thing Leo got out of him, and he realized this was his chance to get even more. Not just to escape, but because he honestly wanted to know more.

"Well, there was this crazy wizard called Mad Circus," he started. "Real nutjob. Some of the things that came out of his mouth are beyond me. That only made him scarier, actually. Anyway, he turned an entire town into pigs because, apparently, they did his laundry wrong! So he's clearly unhinged as well. When the Queen heard his name, she almost fainted. Thing is, no one else knew about him. He just popped out of nowhere one day, basically slaughtered an entire town, and that was it. That's already bad on its own, but the fact that someone with that much power remained under the radar for who knows how long is... rather curious."

"Sounds to me like the Queen knew about him," he said it with a voice that Leonidas recognized as the same children used when wondering what would happen next on the tall tales he and his fellow knights told them about their adventures. More to the case that the small lizard was really a fan, inflating what little pride he still had left. "But if she knew he was that powerful, why not send an entire squad after him? Sending you alone doesn't make any sense."

"Look who's making extra questions now," the lion couldn't help but tease him, and for the first time he caught the small reptile off guard. Ard's blush was surprisingly tender; under the bright white scales, it made his face take on a pink tint that the knight wanted to see more of. And he figured it was as good a chance as any to keep inflating his ego. "I may not look like much right now, bound to your living room's wall, but I'm easily Her Majesty's most powerful asset. No knight in any other unit has ever been able to best me in combat. It's only natural for her to send me alone, the strongest, most dashing man under her rule, to take care of any threat, no matter how big or small."

"I beat you pretty easy, though," those few words alone were all it took for the lion's ego to come crashing down, and the wide grin he held was suddenly meaningless, surrounded by thick droplets of sweat coming out of his face in shame. "The wizard beat you up too. So bad, your dick came off. If you're the strongest the capital has to offer, sounds to me like we could take it over pretty easy."

"You're being awfully smug all of a sudden."

"I have my moments," he smiled. That gentle, innocent smile made the feline's heart warm up again. For that single second, he forgot where he was; he forgot he was trapped and bound to the wall until he pulled against his bindings, all because he wanted to reach over and hold his small body close to him, trail that smile and... "You're staring, you know?"

"What?" Leo jumped back into reality, his cheeks heating up and his ears flattening on his skull. To think he had been caught so easily, he could barely hold back the groan of defeat... Why was he staring, though? He had been staring for a while, now that he thought of it. Every time the small reptile spoke, his eyes were immediately drawn towards him, towards that tiny bit of chest peeking from the blankets, the snowy scales that were somehow the shiniest thing in the room, the bright ruby eyes that called him over, tempting him. But no matter how small, how lithe and tenderly feminine his body seemed, even in his eyes, he was still a man...

"Mmm... To be honest, you got me excited and now I lost count of the questions," Ard admitted, once again gracing the lion with his smile. "It's your turn, though. If you want to play for a while longer. We don't have to be so rigid about it."

"My turn. Right, right..." he heard the confusion in his own voice. And if he could tell, then no doubt the reptile would as well. It was hard to get his thoughts in order while having a work of art like him in front of him. "I... Why did you guys catch me? And that means, why am I here, why did you take my armor, and how did you lock down my sword like that."

"Hey, I know I said we weren't going to be so rigid, but that's three questions," for the first time, he saw the small lizard's smile falter, turning into a frown. He couldn't believe how, even like that, he looked adorable.

"It's not," the lion insisted. "It's a single three-part question."

"Three-part question. Ok, sure," he tried to play up his frustration, but it was evident from how he chuckled that he was enjoying the feline's tricks. "Alright then. What happened with your armor? Well, we sold it," that was hardly a surprise, but getting it confirmed from the mouth of one of his assailants was the last nail on the coffin. "It got quite a high price, fast too. Most of the stuff you see here we have to keep around until we find buyers, but all that pretty mail you were carrying got us a lot of money in one fell swoop."

"You don't have to be so crass about it," part of Leonidas wanted to say more, to roar and demand for some compensation. It was this that reminded him that it didn't matter how cute the reptile looked, he was his enemy. And yet, he was sure he would forget again, once he lost himself in those eyes and that milky skin. "It makes sense it got a high price. I spent years getting all the custom spells and tricks I wanted on it. Not to mention all the decorations. You probably didn't get paid even half of what it costed over all that time."

"I'm sure we didn't, but we still made a pretty penny out of it," he said all that with the same innocent tone as ever, and that only made his words sting even more. "You just had bad luck. We were coming back when we saw you in the forest, and there was no way we were letting the chance go. At first Lee wanted to sell the sword too, but then we realized it was a Sealed Weapon. He was so bummed after, he pulled me into the bedroom for a quick lay. Then you woke up and started making a fuss. When you think about it, of course he'd be pissed; he's the type that pays more attention to what he loses than what he earns."

"So, you couldn't sell my sword and decided you would just lock it up," the feline said, finishing his captor's story. Deep down, he was already sure of everything Ard had told him so far. It was all simple logical deduction: he and the sword shared a name, a bond more powerful than anything else in the world. It was his alone, and no other creature in the world would be able to wield it, to bring out its true power, or even pull it out of its scabbard. Even if someone like that existed, as long as he drew breath, all he had to do was call out to it, and the weapon would find its way back to his hand. Selling it made no sense, and anyone with enough money to pay for it would be aware of it. "How did you even come across a Lock?"

That was the question he had been meaning to ask for a while now. The one thing he was really interested in. That bright jewel chained around his sword, keeping its voice down with an otherworldly, beastly hold... Every knight knew of Locks, the devil trinkets that Mardi Gras left back in the world before vanishing forever. The last remaining bit of his magic, they were made to seal the weapons he had spent a lifetime creating, the last defense should the knights meant to save the world would ever prove their demise. That ancient hermit was many things, but as one who knew how that bond felt, Leonidas couldn't make his mind if he was just careful or a sadist. But in either case, those strange trinkets were supposed to be few, rare to find in the deepest treasure troves hidden in the world. How on Earth...

"We bought it," was all Ard had to say. With those few words, he defied all common sense the knight still held. "I know, it was weird. We just came around this random peddler on our way here, while Lee was complaining about how ridiculously heavy you are, and he offered it to us for a good price when he saw the sword. Couldn't see his face clearly, it was covered by his hood, but he was grinning pretty widely about it."

Leonidas drew his conclusions right away, for not many men would fit so neatly into the description. As unlikely as it seemed, Mad Circus had followed him and was now devising further ways with which to torture him. But he had no way of dealing with his machinations. He could only accept them and move on, hoping this was the last he heard of the wizard. If he was lucky, perhaps he was just being paranoid.

"Alright..." he whispered while his thoughts organized. With all of his lingering doubts confirmed, he only had one more question left. The one thing he had no theory about. "What about me? Why am I here? Why are you keeping me around instead of leaving me outside? If I was you, I wouldn't bring a potential threat to my lair. What do you have to gain from me?"

"I..." for the first time, Ard hesitated. He looked away, and from the corner of his eyes Leonidas saw the ruby shine disappear. The crimson color became dull, and the lizard vanished into his blanket, sinking further in until only his head was poking out. His words were muffled by the fabric, yet the knight could hear them all loud and clear. "We're selling you next."

"...What."

It wasn't really a question. More like a baffled expression.

"Lately, there's been a market for slaves. Some buyers are rich perverts that keep you in their houses for whatever sick pleasures they have," Leo noticed those words came out with difficulty, and that the lizard sank further into his blanket as he said them. "Some are taken off continent to be sold in other kingdoms. Some are taken by pirate crews and work off their own price until they're free, from what I've heard. And a few get used for magic experiments, but that one's also a rumor. Lots of different things, really. And a royal knight like you will fetch a hefty price, no matter who buys you."

"...What," it was all the lion could say, his mind gone blank. All he could recognize in the lizard, the only reaction he could detect on the bandit's part, was the shame that seemed to be eating him up, causing him to hide his face from the feline. "No... No, that's not possible. There's been no slave trade in centuries. It was banned in every single known kingdom. Where are they taking these people? The authorities there-

"You're not that naïve, are you?" Ard's words were heavy, not simply because they cut so harshly through his thoughts, but because they did the same thing he had been doing so far. They confirmed the knight's fears. And that fear consumed him so much, he simply grew numb. Blank. Unable to do anything but keep hearing. "I'm sorry. I didn't want to go this far. I told Lee not to do this."

"You're still doing it," was all the lion said in response. He expected it to be a roar, a furious scream, an anguished cry, anything... But instead his voice came out cold, low, numb... Just like he himself was feeling. He was still looking forward, at the young reptile, seeing him shift around inside the blankets, never looking up. But he paid no mind to him; he was simply staring forward, gazing into the void.

"I guess... It's my question next."

"I seriously don't want to keep playing."

"Do you like guys?"

"What?" as if he needed to add to his confusion, the moment those words reached his ears his thoughts went into overdrive. The blank he had been into vanished, replaced by a rush of multiple impossibilities clouding his judgment. His field of view was taken over by the small lizard, and he focused solely on him, on the petit frame that hid under the blankets and tempted him to take it for him. His brain started painting images, detailing the silhouette with every detail he could gather from the curves he could make out. Before he knew it, he had let go of his worries, completely taken, once again, by the sensual figure in front of him.

Ard himself said nothing in return. With the fluid movements natural of his species, he leaned until he was mere inches away from the lion's face, his tongue flickering for only one second, poking the feline's lips. Leo froze at that moment, his breathing stopping while his eyes wandered down, once again detailing the curves of the reptile's pristine white body. The blanket started to slide off his slender shoulders, showing more of his chest. He was thin, with almost no fat or muscle discernible under his scales, which only made the lion wonder how he had managed to best him in combat. But the more of the fabric that fell around his body, the less rational his thoughts became.

Eyes kept wandering down, towards the flat stomach, the figure that was somehow feminine and masculine at the same time, reflecting light like a jewel. Somewhere in the back of his mind, Leo wasn't entirely sure what he would come across once the blanket was on the floor, as ridiculous as it sounded. But it was perhaps that very sentiment what made his loins burn with desire, yearning for the fabric to fall and to be able to admire the reptile's body in all its magnificence.

"My eyes are up here, big guy," he said in a low, seductive tone. Something about it felt so natural on him that the knight couldn't help but look back up, sinking once again into the crimson orbs. Only for a second, however, before his eyes went back down to the delicate body presenting itself to him. Ard did nothing to stop him; his hands trailing the lion's nape, rubbing behind his mane, told him that he liked being admired like this.

And finally, the blanket fell to the floor, leaving the lizard's legs completely exposed. The lion's breathing stopped again as he saw the humble manhood sprouting out between his legs, a snowy color as pristine as that of the rest of the lizard's body, ending in a soft pink head aimed straight at him. Proudly erect, perhaps around six inches, rather big for a man his size. And that's when Leonidas realized exactly what he was staring at so intently; when the word 'man' bounced around in his head, echoing constantly. He shouldn't be looking at another man with such passion, such lust; he shouldn't feel such hunger by the sight of an erect dick. But he didn't care; as the fire spread from the deepest reaches of his pussy and through his body, he realized all he wanted was to know how he would feel inside him.

The slender fingers that had been teasing and tending to his skin suddenly caressed his chin, gently guiding his head upwards. When he looked above, he was yet again trapped by those bright red eyes. Red like rubies, like blood, like fire. Only then he understood that he had no way of holding his gaze; that there was an intensity behind them that made them painful to look at. Yet here he was, held in place as the tender lips slowly descended.

"What are you doing?" he asked in an almost imperceptible whisper.

"I just want to make you feel good," Ard said no more. He didn't need to say more. His long tongue flickered one more time, licking the lion's lips before pulling him closer, until they met in a long, tender kiss.

Leonidas no longer knew what was happening. His mind shut down right away, while his body continued to heat up. The folds between his legs started to contract, hungry, thirsty, needy. His arms trembled, pulling against his bindings as he craved the need to hold the lizard closer, press him against his body and sink into his scales. When he started feeling that forked tongue again, poking his lips, they inevitable parted open on their own, allowing the reptilian invader inside him. There, both tongues danced around one another, twirling and tasting the other. A feline's thick, rough appendage against the thin reptilian one, just like their bodies.

As he thought as much, as if reading his mind, Ard leaned further, deeper into their kiss, until his entire torso ground and rubbed against the lion's bare body. Leo felt his smooth scales, the flesh of his legs and crotch, the hardened, throbbing member resting between his pecs. All while tasting that sweet mouth, that limber tongue; and sensing that earthy scent his lithe body seemed to emit, the most overtly masculine thing he could detect coming from him. His musk, his essence.

It didn't last as long as it felt. It must've gone on for less than a minute, yet when the lizard broke away from him, it felt like a piece of him had been torn away from his body. And he knew it was all the arousal, all the wretched need of his sensitive new loins speaking. But he didn't care; he needed more of the man in front of him to appease that spreading heat before it became too much for him.

And again, Ard gave him that knowing smile. The small lizard was far more cunning than he let on, and Leo saw behind those crimson eyes the same assassin that caught him. He saw it in those smooth, fluid movements, as deadly as they were enticing. As he snaked his way up, he stood above the feline until his member caressed the thick neck, sinking into his golden fur, the tip trailing the curve of his chin and landing right atop his lips.

Without thinking, Leo kissed the tip, and his mouth parted open. The rough tongue that mere seconds ago had been dancing with the lizard was now polishing his rod with care and abandon. Slowly, trailing the smooth surface, finding no vein prominent enough to follow. It was almost too perfect to be believed, but the lion went further down, taking a mere inch at a time, feeling his entire body tremble as the realization came crashing. It was as real as they went, and the further down he went on the reptile, the more he wanted.

He wasn't sure when it happened, but the tip was already inside his mouth, and the pre was already flowing out of him, rolling in his tongue and down his throat. The new flavors going all around in his mouth were all it took to make the lion tremble and lean forward to take more of that modest yet powerful length. Even after tasting the sweet milk and honey of his kiss, and being overwhelmed by the masculine musk, Leo had no words to describe the taste of the reptilian member. It was salty, bitter, tangy, earthy, and so many other things, all at the same time, his brain couldn't process the possibility, but his body ached for more, as if he had always known deep down that he wanted it.

Slender fingers sank into his luscious mane, holding his head in place, rubbing the scalp until they brought a purr out of him. A blush formed in his cheeks for a second, before his ears twitched at the small whimper from the lizard on top of him. Eyes wandered upwards, and he saw Ard's own crimson orbs shut tight, his snout scrunched as he tried to keep his pleasured sounds in his throat. The knight happened to remember the few times he enjoyed the company of fellow felines, how their purring vibrated around his own manhood and made his back arch with sheer delight; just thinking about making the lizard feel like that was enough to let his voice rumble through his flesh. And just as he purred, his actions proved too much for the little assassin to fight off.

In a second, the silent room was suddenly filled with the low rumble and the moans and whimpers that came out of the lizard, both sounds bouncing off the walls. Ard's voice got only slightly louder by the second, as the feline tongue explored every inch of his member, lapping his head, trailing the point where his foreskin started, pushing against it and playing with the folds- Anything he could think of to make the reptile squirm above him, he did. And with every action, his own hunger kept growing, forcing him to dive further, to take more of his length inside his mouth, to see if he could go as far as to poke the back of his throat, as he silently wondered how that would feel.

The same hands that had been holding his head in place suddenly pushed against it, until his lips pressed against his crotch, kissing the base while the lizard's full nuts gently rubbed against his chin. For a second, Leonidas gagged, more out of shock than anything; but it was all replaced by bliss as he felt his throat contract around the reptilian manhood, as he was filled by the pre gushing out of him, rolling down into his stomach. Soon, Ard's hips pulled back, leaving nothing but the head, before slowly guiding his length down the lion's mouth one more time. His body moved rhythmically, with the same fluid motions he had used ever since they saw each other, and with his moans and gasps following the same beat. The heaving and humping were the only thing that the knight's senses could detect, along with the fire that spread through his entire body from his loins.

Ah, his loins. His pussy, his feminine lips, pink and sensitive, demanding the same kind of attention he was dedicating to the lizard. His fingers twitched behind his back, out of their own need to slip inside his canal, to rub his own clit and bring himself those pleasures he had just recently discovered. He wanted to join in with the lizard's moaning, until they were both making the other climax, together. His tongue rolled around his member, twirling around the base, brushing the skin, all to make his ears full of that melodious voice as he screamed in joy.

And then he felt it. That familiar last thrust as his balls jumped forward, so slightly he almost didn't notice; that tremble that started from the back and went all the way around, until the lizard's dick pushed down as far as it would go. The only warning he gave was a louder gasp, and then the first blast of hot seed burst out of his cock, splashing against the back of the lion's throat. Leo had his face smushed against the lizard's face again, his nostrils filled with the masculine musk as he almost choked out of the sheer volume of cum that he was now tasting for the first time. It was a powerful thing, overwhelming every other sense he had, sticking to the inner side of his flesh before falling heavily into his stomach.

And for that moment, he felt everything. Every drop of seed that landed inside him, he felt reverberating through every fiber of his being. It made his body grow the hottest he'd ever felt, and his arms pulled against his bindings one more time, just because... Because he wanted to finger himself into a shared orgasm with the reptile? Or because he wanted to pull him closer, so as to take more of his member into him? He had no idea. His brain couldn't process any other thought as he yearned for that thick essence to fill him up. It was only the seed going down his throat, and the hungry lips between his legs contracting and begging to go next.

But his lack of experience soon gained over him, and he once again gagged at the high amount of cum gushing into his mouth. It overflowed, falling down his chin, coating his mane and falling all over his chest. He coughed around the lizard's member, unable to take any more and watching it all stick to the white scales in front of him, covering his lips and soaking his body. And he felt regret over not being able to take it all. And arousal greater than anything he could remember from before in his life. And hunger to keep going, craving what else the lizard could do to him. His thoughts were all over the place, but he had never felt his mind so cleared as he did now.

But above him, the petit lizard didn't quite feel the same. As the softening cock left his mouth, he understood it in a second. He understood so many things, in fact, just listening to the assassin's heavy breathing, watching him lower himself down until they were eye to eye again. The crimson orbs were glossy, and Ard's mouth was gently agape as he breathed with some effort. Compared to him, the lion could go for a few more rounds.

"Sorry..." he said in a tone softer than usual, looking up at Leonidas once again. The smile returned to his factions, and the knight felt his heart jump at the sight. "I'm usually last a lot more than this, but Lee and I were... pretty busy before you woke up. I lost count of how many times I've shot today."

That's when Leo's cheeks flared as red as the heat coming from between his legs. A tone he was sure traveled through his entire face, up to the tip of his ears, while he wished his hands were free just so he could hide his face with them. To think of what he had just done, with a man at that, and a taken one! So many more thoughts invaded his mind right away, and in his strange sexual clarity, he could hear every single one of them, each their own voice that made him turn redder.

The only thing that got him out of that strange trance were the lizard's hands holding his face again, pulling him closer until their lips met in their second kiss of the night. A fiercer, much messier kiss, tainted by the fountain of cum that now hung from the lion's face. And just as he thought about it, Ard's tongue flickered out again, in slow, tender motions, cupping drop after drop of his own fluids and pushing them back inside the feline's mouth. Their tongues were suddenly dancing again, this time around a pool of reptilian seed that made every taste bud tingle, and sent shivers down Leo's spine. It went on until he could no longer feel his mane stick together, and just as he felt Ard pull back, he let his purring rumble again, while leaning deeper into their kiss. Even if it was just one more second, he wanted to squeeze the experience for all its worth.

"Hungry much?" the lizard gently asked once he was finally allowed to step back. He held Leo's head in his arms, tenderly, still rubbing the back of his head. His fingers sinking into the luscious mane made the lion keep purring, and the little reptile's curiosity won him over when he pulled closer, until their chests were together and he could feel the rumble as well. "Was I your first guy?"

"Yes," his whisper was soft, weak... No, it was needy. Yearning. Wanting more. His voice betrayed the many things his heart suddenly desired, and he anticipated the lizard's next question. "I liked it. A lot... more than I expected. I want to keep going."

"You'd be surprised how many guys I've gotten that from," he admitted with more pride than the lion would expect. But then again, he was more than willing to brag about how many women he had bedded in life; this was no different. "I'm more than happy to keep it up. In a bit. After I get a few minutes..."

He said that while curling up on the lion's chest, his face resting on the fuzzy neck. A few nibbles were all Leo needed to know he was still awake, and it was surprisingly effective in stirring his loins awake one more time. The heat kept rising, and he actually had to hold back from whimpering, or risk making a needy fool out of himself in front of the sensual kidnapper he found himself fancying. It was such a peculiar thing to say, now that he thought about it. And perhaps precisely because his body was so hot, the cold-blooded man pressed closer against him, their bare bodies looking to meld. Skin on skin, one hand kneading his pectorals, while the soft member rested on his abs, mere inches away from his needy, wet pussy. Just a few more inches, that was all...

But that small moment of reprieve was all Leo needed to think. His mind was clear, and the more he breathed, the more his lungs filled with the musk that still emanated from Ard's body, like the most alluring flower; and the more he got used to it. The veil of arousal was slowly lifting from his eyes, and the small room in which he was trapped started to lose that golden glow the small man had brought with him. It became the same dull orange as before, coming from the single flame, the single source of light present. And then, the lion came to the realization.

When he looked down again at the lizard, he didn't see the man- Ah, but that was also a lie, wasn't it. He still saw him, the small, beautiful man he started craving for no reason beyond his tender eyes, his elegant body and that smooth voice that had a way of pulling you in and making you talk for what felt like hours. He was a blessing in disguise, a sight for sore eyes. But he was also the skilled, terrifying assassin that the knight had faced in the forest, and that had bested him with almost no effort, kidnapped him, and intended to sell him to who knew what. When the best case scenario was a pirate ship, he knew he was in deep shit.

And that was the scariest part. The way those two wildly different images managed to collide and meld together into the man that was now pressed against his chest. It was so easy to believe that the same man that had just loved him was about to sell him right away.

"...Why are you doing this?" the lion ended up asking. Not angry or scared; his tone was neutral. Resigned. "You guys are still selling me off, so why sleep with me? Why offer me sex, or anything at all?"

"I..." there it was again. The smug air that the lizard moved himself with broke as his eyes widened. The fire reflected on those red orbs as he stared at it, unable to look the lion in the eye. Again. "I told you, I just wanted to make you feel good. Before... that happens."

His voice broke. For less than a second, but it broke. And Leonidas felt so many things at the same time, he had no idea how to deal with all of them. He felt guilt for causing it, but he also felt it was a chance to take. To sweep in and make the lizard regret his actions, let him go before he reached the point of no return.

"You-

But before he could say anything, the door slammed open. Both, feline and reptile looked up, Ard immediately covering up his naked chest in what was a shockingly vulnerable position, sinking into the lion's chest. Leo only looked down his way one second, before his eyes went back up, aimed at the door.

And there stood Ligium Dragonetti, the tall, muscularly slender lizard, outlined by the darkness of the cave outside their humble home. Just like when he had left, for a few drinks as Leo recalled, he wore nothing but a pair of pants, which the lion was aware had nothing else between the fabric and his flesh. The outline of his half-erect member was clearly visible on the other side, and his defined torso only seemed to grow larger with every intake of air. His chest rose in such a prominent way, so ruggedly alluring, Leonidas' pussy flared up again. He just exuded a certain aura, far more masculine and enticing than that of his partner.

His shoulders, however, were slouched as he held himself up on the doorframe. He looked up only once before closing the door behind him, his hazy blue eyes immediately landing on his lover and their shared victim. It was a look that the knight had no trouble recognizing, having seen it in so many of his colleagues during their free nights. Just how long had he been gone to reach such a state? And more importantly, what would he do with such intoxication? With his arms bound, all Leonidas could do was swallow in anticipation at what may come along.

With heavy steps that dragged against the rock, he slowly approached the two men. Ard's crimson eyes were glued to him, so much that the lion couldn't see what kind of look he gave his lover. And by the time he looked back up, the taller lizard had already closed the distance between them, looming over the two naked men. His entire body, unlike the halo of light that Ard seemed to produce just by existing, seemed as dark as the outside world, save for the shining eyes that pierced straight into the feline's soul.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaard," he said with a heavy slur. And promptly fell on his knees in front of the two men, his entire body plopping on the smaller lizard so suddenly, Ard had to put his arms between them just to hold him up. "You're nekkid. You had your fun without me? That's so mean."

"What," Leo's tone was priceless. He looked at the tall reptile, the pout on his face vanishing after an instant, replaced by a lopsided smile and eyes so peacefully closed, it was like he threatened with falling asleep right there. Then his lover could no longer hold his weight on his own, and the knight felt it press against his own body as well. Even for a man his height, he was shockingly heavy. "The hell is going on?"

"He can't hold his liquor," the albino reptile said, and to emphasize his words, Ligium started laughing out of nowhere, letting the lion smell his breath for the first time. It smelled like nothing; like maybe two or three drinks at best. "And you would think otherwise, but he's a happy drunk."

"I'm drunk!" he said with a bright smile, unbelievably adorable. And then his lover pushed him off, making Lee fall on the ground, where he curled up and started patting and rubbing the rock beneath him. "The floor feels noice. The floor is fren. Hi floor."

"This is... not what I was expecting," was all Leo could say as he watched the tall man, the once intimidating thief that held him captive, writhe and squirm in the floor until he kicked his pants off, revealing the hardening erection slapping against his abs. It was all so surreal and embarrassing, but Leo still stared at the rod. As if knowing how a real one felt now was enough to make him crave another even more. "W-Why is he doing that?"

"Clothes suck!" the lizard's words echoed through the cave, emphasized by a pair of shorts landing on the lion's annoyed face. "Being naked rules. I like how the breeze feels in my balls," the last word came out with a giggle that simply refused to stop, and before long, Lee was crawling through the floor, almost returning to his species' primal form. His face ended on top of his lover's bare lap, and the bright blue eyes met red ones. "Hey."

"Hey, you," Ard's voice was calm and tender; much warmer than when he was talking to the lion, or so Leonidas noticed. A hand landed on top of his lover's head and he petted him, getting what sounded uncomfortably close to purring out of the reptile.

"Hey. Hey, Ard. Heeeeeeeeey," again, his voice attracted the petit reptile. Despite the incessant ringing of Lee's voice, Arduos had nothing but patience for his lover. It was endearing how his tender affection played off the man's drunken silliness. "We're all naked. We should all fuck each other. I've never had a threesome. Let's do it, Ard. Threesome, threeeeeesome."

"I know how you get when you're drunk, and you'll just fall asleep on top of one of us when..." but his words were cut through by a rumbling snore. A quick look down and both men saw Lee's eyes already closed, his back rising slightly as his breathing evened, while his long tail swayed slightly from side to side. A chuckle escaped the albino as he saw him, petting him in his sleep again. "See? What did I just tell you."

"You... really love each other, don't you?" Leo's words came in a whisper, but it was enough to get the small reptile's attention. The smile on his face had vanished, replaced by a small parting of his lips and a light in his inquisitive eyes. It took the lion a while, but after he stared into those red orbs for a while, he recognized that light at last.

It was him. The curious light he found was his own reflection on those large crimson eyes. His own face, eyes barely open, lips curled into something resembling a smile mixed with a snarl. An emotion he couldn't quite put his finger on until he looked down, towards the man that so peacefully slept on his beloved's leg, smiling in his dreams. The warmth that he felt bursting from his chest was nothing compared to what he saw on those tender factions, and it was still so much that he was sure he would melt.

There was a small voice inside his head, somewhere on the back of his brain, talking about the very image in front of him. It was odd, peculiar, unusual, seeing men have such close moments, such pure emotions; yet precisely because of that purity, how could he question it? How was he supposed to question their closeness when he wanted it for his own. When every cell in his body suddenly ached for the gentle touch of another, to have what the two men in front of his eyes had. How was he supposed to believe that his own desires were wrong if they made it look so... so...

"Hey... Are you ok?" Ard's voice got him out of his trance, and only then did he realize the throbbing in his head, the slouch in his shoulders, the heavy breathing. His entire self had been screaming at him to stop, to think no longer, to step away from those ideas that would surely burn away at his sanity. Why... Why was his mind so adverse to indulging in the sudden desires his heart craved...

"I'm..." he didn't know. It was easier to stop thinking, to let the pain guide him away from it, away from thoughts he didn't need. "I'm... fine..."

But the lizard didn't believe him. He didn't need to look up to know that his voice and weak tone weren't enough to convince anyone. He couldn't even convince himself. But he was unable to look away from the hungry lips between his legs, the pink, tender flesh feeling like the only thing in his body that didn't give in to that pain; that embraced his desires with such abandon, he ended up jealous not only of the reptilian lovers, but of that as well.

He only looked up when the dragging sound caught his attention. What he found was the equally peculiar image of Arduos, that petit lizard, so frail-looking, pulling his passed out lug of a husband across the floor. And Ligium, full of heavy, compact muscles and a painfully erect cock slapping against his abs, snored loud enough to make the rock walls shake. It was yet another strange picture etched into the lion's memory, causing him to stifle a laugh.

"I'm really glad you find this funny," the albino said, without his breath suffering from the load in his arms. He was far stronger than he let on, something Leo had found out the hard way before. But he couldn't keep judging him anymore as his frame soon disappeared behind the rock walls; the exact second he turned over and crossed the small door to the side, into the room the two men shared. "Guess our game is over, then. Try not to make a mess again; after that blowjob, I need a good fuck with no interruptions," he yelled from the room when nothing but his lover's green feet were poking from the door. And before getting an answer, they were pulled inside as well, and the door closed behind them.

All that left was Leo in a slowly darkening room. The fire coming from the hearth was slowly going out, with no more wood left to burn, sinking the room into a murky blackness that emulated the night. Something that Leonidas was thankful for, as it perfectly hid the deep red on his cheeks, and the bright pink of his hungry pussy as his mind was suddenly flooded with the thought of hearing the lizards hump the night away on the room to the other side. The sweet, tender voice he had just heard distorted into moans and needy whimpers, coupled with the loud grunts that his partner was no doubt capable of, their rutting going on for hours into the night, until the cave reeked of their masculine musks while their sheets and bodies were drenched in sweat...

"Fuck..." was all the large knight could whisper as his worries were washed away by the growing arousal. The fire between his legs spread strongly, painfully, as the room was left with no light. Even his feline eyes could no longer see anything in such deep darkness, and the only sense that remained was his touch; the sensation of his pussy contracting with need, with thirst for those lizard members to invade him, ravage him as they ravaged one another all night long. It was the one thought in his mind, cutting through anything else that popped in his head, keeping him company until he too passed out from the intensity alone.