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Turning Faces

Chapter 1: A Rose by another Name

Sneak Peek

"So, you really want to give this a shot?" Fang asked the storm drake.

"You seriously asking me?" Teryx replied, rolling his eyes again. "Do I need to spell it out for you? I want my ass fucked. I want to be pinned down and fucked like cheap fuck trash. You know, the way I treat you when I'm horny and have a nut to bust. But I'm not going to submit to a little faggot fox like you."

"Yeah, I get it," Fang rolled his eyes. "You want to bottom. Believe me, I love it when I guzzle that storm dragon jizz. That shit literally tingles on the way down my throat, and the way it makes my prostate spasm, mmm fuck." The fox bit his lower lip as his fur stood on end remembering their previous romps.

The black fox was a dazzling display of black with gray spackling all over his body. He had long fluffy ears and a tail where the spackling became more condensed into a gray-white tip. He had gray gloves and booties for his hands and foot paws, and dazzling cerulean eyes. The little punk was wearing a choker collar with a black tank top that hung loosely on his lithe frame and some forest green dress pants. Wrapped around his waist was his dress shirt that he took off due to the heat. He was a solid ten if he wasn't compared to the storm drake.

"Yeah," Teryx smirked, his eyes narrowing as he lustfully looked the fox up and down. "I know how mad you go for that shit. You're such a good little slut when you want to be."

Teryx was a beast of a drake. The massive creature was power incarnate. His body was solid and bulky without being bulbous or overly muscular. The drake hardly had to work out for his body to pack on muscle, so why work hard to get that bloated look when he was already so naturally fit? The storm drake had a sky-blue underbelly and a cobalt hide, his scales made him a fierce predator allowing him to stealthily fly over the head of his prey, plucking the suckers high into the sky and that way before they realize they were stalked. The drake's plumage was a sight to behold, like angry purple storm clouds being caught in the sun's corona, his mane practically glowed with golden rays of sunlight at the tips and grew to dark stormy clouds at its roots. His tail was long and powerful, the underside that sky blue cerulean and the top a glorious gradient of a storm's ferocity. The base of the tail had cobalt plumage that became thicker as it ran down the tail, going from angry storm cloud purple to blazing oranges and yellows until it was a searing hot white at the tip.

Of course he didn't actually glow, but with the way the sun caught his plumage, it tricked quite a few people. The drake wore a dark, tailored, two-piece suit. The coat wasn't there, the drake not wanting to have to carry it around.

"Dude, we're out in public," Fang blushed a bit as they sat at the restaurant. Teryx's response was to hook his navy blue claw under the fox's collar and give a gentle, yet firm tug. The fox met the storm drake's topaz eyes.

"Don't act like you're not already dripping wet from the idea," Teryxgrinned down at his friend while he licked his chops. "I'd fuck me given the chance, and I know you'd fuck you, so why not do exactly that?" Teryx brushed his thumb claw over the fox's lips. "Besides, you'd do it regardless. You haven't been able to say no to me since I made you gag on my cock back in high school."

Fang yanked his head back and blushed.

"Seriously dude," Fang hissed. "That was back in band camp. Everyone was blowing everyone there."

"Yeah, and you were working the French horn," Teryx jabbed him with his elbow. "Excellent lung capacity. And DSLs like that? No one could refuse donating to that sperm bank you call a throat. And not everyone was gaging their cock holster. Just yours."

"Dude, the waiter is coming, shut up," Fang covered his face and put his toes on top of each other, his toe claws flexing as he tried to hide in his menu.

"Don't worry, Kit," Teryx smiled, static rolling up his hair to straighten it back into his up do, his cobalt horns flashing with the static before returning to their dormant state. "When I'm around, no one's looking at you."

A snow leopard wearing the restaurant's uniform approached. Teryx looked down at the cat with a cocky grin. The storm drake was resting his arms on the backrest of the booth, the massive drake looming over the table like he owned it.

"Sup kitten," Teryx rumbled, his voice like rolling thunder, his fangs popping with static.

"I..." the leopard froze, his ears folding back, cheeks burning with blush. "My...um...name is Ron. I'll be your server today."

"Sounds good, Ronny," Teryx smiled. "I'll have the porterhouse, bloody, side of parmesan truffle gnocchi with extra herbal butter, served with your rosemary red-wine reduction on the side."

"A-Anything to drink?"

Teryx lifted a pair of empty glass by putting his fingers in them and holding them together, the low-balls clinking as the ice chips in them slid to one side against his claws.

"The barkeep has us covered," Teryx nodded over to the bar, the bartender nodding back and prepping a couple new glasses.

"Oh, us?" The leopard glanced at the table and his fur stood on end as he noticed Fang. "Oh my, sorry. I didn't-"

"-see me here?" Fang finished the leopard's sentence. "Yeah, yeah, I'll have the catch of the day and the side salad." Teryx nudged his hip to the side, jostling the fox with his bulk as if to say "told you so."

"Of course, anything else?"

"We're good, Ronny, but take these to the bar for me. Save yourself a trip later." Teryx handed the cat the empty glasses.

"Of course, um, Sir..."

"Master," Teryx smiled down at the cat.

"What...?" Ron paused.

"Master Teryx, or Master is just fine."

"Oh...um...sure thing, mister...er...Master Teryx...sir..." Ron blushed so deeply he looked like he was going to burst into flames as he hunched over and walked away.

"Don't you say anything," Fang spat at Teryx. "I don't want to hear a fucking word."

"Who needs to say anything when actions speak so loud," Teryx chuckled as he slouched in the booth.

"And you couldn't help but say something," Fang rolled his eyes as a server came by and put fresh scotch on the table. The fox snatched it up and started to nurse on it, blaming his bruised pride.

"All I'm saying is that if we go through with this exchange, you'll get to know how I feel all the time," Teryx shrugged.

"What?" The fox rolled his eyes. "Ten feet tall with a knee knocking dick? How do you support all that and your inflated ego while still being structurally sound?"

"Well, that's simple," Teryx leaned in and whispered into the fox's ear. "I'm only seven feet tall."

"Fuck you, Teryx," the fox went back to nursing on his scotch.

"That's what I'm trying to get you to do."

"Yeah, you want to swap bodies to see what it feels like to get fucked by a worthy stud." Fang sipped his scotch before turning to face Teryx. "You're so full of yourself, you know that."

"No, I'm trying to get full of myself," Teryx chuckled, bouncing his white brows to emphasize his point. "You sure as fuck like to get blasted and piped down. I also know you're verse, so you'll enjoy the experience."

"I'm not worried about enjoying it," Fang confessed. "I'm worried you're going to fuck it up."

"Really, Fang? You have such low faith in me," the drake feigned offence.

"You're talking about soul magic," Fang looked dead into those topaz eyes. "I know you're a storm drake, and a powerful one, but magic like that is not easily mastered. Then, to use that kind of magic for something as irresponsible as getting your rocks off? There's easier ways."

"If you want to bottom, you can just say so instead of spitting on my prowess." Teryx took a sip of his scotch.

"That's not what I mean, and you know it," Fang leaned back in the booth. "I swear, you know just how to get under my skin."

"Again, I'm trying, but you haven't let me yet."

"Har, har," Fang sighed. "Very fucking funny."

"It'll be fine, I promise," the drake smirked. "Name one time I screwed you over with my magic?"

"How about band camp, since we brought it up," Fang raised a brow. "I don't think you meant for that cake to blow up in my face."

"Not my fault that those candles couldn't contain my power," Teryx shrugged his shoulders.

"Or how about when you blinded me and I had to take a week off work for you to figure out how to reverse it. That's why we use your silk ties instead of magic for bondage."

"Really I'm the one who got screwed there," Teryx rolled his eyes. "You got a week off work and now I got wrinkly ties and pocket squares that need to be ironed every time you come over to play."

"How about Spain, when-"

"Okay, I get your point," Teryx huffed and looked off to the side. "Should have asked for more than one example. Set the bar far too low. That's on me."

"And it'll be 'on you' if anything goes wrong with this kind of spell. How did you even find it?"

"I...I looked it up in a few old tomes," Teryx sipped his scotch and refused to look the fox in the eye.

"Wait...where did you find it?" Fang growled.

"You're so cute when you're angry, you know that? You growl like a newborn pup." Teryx smiled down at the fox.

"Don't change the subject," Fang refused to take Teryx's bait. "Where did you find the spell?"

"I didn't..." Teryx pulled the drink up to his lips and spoke his next words into his glass. "It's from mu...huppp...ll"

"Speak up or I'm getting the live lobster from the tank and shoving it down your damned pants."

"God, fine!" Teryx sighed, static rolling between his horns and popping about in frustration. "I stitched it together from various other spells, okay?"

"I'm out," Fang huffed. "Spell weaving isn't easy, and if you choose the wrong spells they could backfire."

"It's just a simple curse and a..."

"A curse?" Fang squinted. "You're fucking with me. You're saying you wanted to try to pull a 'Freaky Friday' fuck-all curse and mix it with some other spells to keep it chained down? Curses are not to be messed with, literally and linguistically. Who knows what would happen."

"It's not like you'd be the one being cursed," Teryx admitted. "The curse only needs one body."

"Exactly how much testing did you do with this?" Fang continued to dig into Teryx for answers.

"I promise, it's safe," Teryx waived off Fang's concerns. "All the spells wove together fine, I just need someone to swap with that I trust won't just take my body and run."

"You mean you can't just swap back?" Fang was hardcore judging the drake.

"I can, but I can't just swap with anyone. What's the point of using all that magic when someone just freaks out and runs away? Or, if they go flailing into oncoming traffic? I can stop a truck with these guns figuratively, but a semi would turn me into nothing but paste and scales. I can cut the spell at will, but I need to be sure my body stays safe in the meantime."

"There's something else you're not telling me, I just know it." Fang shrugged but sighed. "Let's just fucking do it. You'll hound me like a dog after a bone if I don't."

"See," Teryx smirked and lifted his glass to the fox to offer cheers. "I knew you'd come around." The dragon had a big shit-eating grin on his muzzle, those vicious teeth looking dashing as always.

"Whatever," Fang clinked his glass against Teryx's. "At least I'll get to be a pain in your ass for a change."

"I'm counting on it," Teryx winked.

"You always have to have the last word, don't you?"

"No," Teryx gave a cocky grin. "Not always."

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