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I always fancied myself a fairly bright Nu Mou, I can cast spells just by watching them preformed a few times, I know how to blend powerful healing concoctions, and I know that I'm not nearly smart enough to know everything. But one thing, one little thing that always escaped me, was him.

Sorry, by 'him' I'm referring to my clan mate, Rockwell. He is a Bangaa, a reptilian race that could demand both fear and admiration depending on their behavior, and Rockwell commanded my admiration quite well. He was tall and strong, covered in dark, ash colored scales that bore the marks and scars of a warrior at least twice his age. As you can tell by now, I am enamored with Rockwell, but I know if I ever shared my feelings with him our close friendship would slowly unravel, so I don't and besides, why could he want a short, stocky, and let us be truthful, chubby sage on his arm? I'll just resign myself to my tent and...well...

That night was a big one for us, we earned a victory against a highly rated clan and everyone was celebrating with food and drink in Wood Village. I was never one for alcohol myself so I was content to watch everyone and partaking in the festivities as much as I could. I was enjoying myself greatly when I was dragged away from the crowd by a strong hand. I was prepared to mutter a spell but when I looked up at my would be opponent, the words died on my lips just as quickly.

"Heeey Osssstor!" Hissed Rockwell, looking down at me with a drunkenly happy grin.

"Oh, hello Rockwell, How are you?" I responded with the same happy tone.

"Good, good. Sssay, I need favor from you." He slurred, looking around as if for eavesdroppers. "Itsss 'kinda big, and you can sssay no if you want."

I'm a little ashamed to say it, but my mind started racing though all the possibilities, a good majority of them being quite sexual in nature.

"W-what is it?" I managed to get out, I could already feel my face grow hot and my loins stir.

"I need 'ya to hold thisss for me."

I felt my face return to its normal temperature as he handed me a small, sealed, turquoise jar.

"I don't wanna lossse the Ewer of Darknessssss. Oh! Here." He felt around in his pockets until he pull out an inky black cloth bearing white markings to the ones that where tattooed on his back in white ink. "I know I can trusst it in your handsss, but just in casse."

I watched him take the Ewer back and wrap it up in the lengthy scarf before handing it back. I tucked the bundle into my robes before looking back up at him, I probably looked a little disappointed.

"I can look after it for you, but why do you need me too?" I scratched my chin inquisitively.

"Weeeell." He snickered darkly before looking behind him. "I think I might get lucky with Sstephie tonight."

"Whu-What?" I looked behind him as well, and sitting only a few meters away was the only Viera in our clan. She was tall, lean and undeniably beautiful, the total opposite to me.

"Yeah...I think tonight iss gonna be the night that I tell her how I feel about her." Rockwell said with a soft sigh.

"Really?" I was trying, and failing to cover up the pain in my voice. He noticed.

"Osstor, everything okay?" He turned back, his golden eyes studying me.

"Oh, no I'm fine." I was also an awful liar. "Just getting rather tired, I might head back to the caravan soon."

He nodded and tossed one his thick arms around my shoulder with the gentleness of a happy drunk. "I'll walk you out then."

We walked out of the noisy bar, well, I walked and he stumbled out, his arm around my shoulders as I lead him to the cart that carried too much for its small size. I left him to lean against the side of the cart while I rummaged through it, setting aside cases of potions and elixirs until I found my tent, taking it and walking a ways into the forest. When you are nomadic guild like ours, it's prudent to be prepared.

"Didja need any help?" The buzzed Bangaa said, straightening himself up and coming to help anyway. In no time the simple canvas tent was prepared and I let out a faux yawn.

"Well, I really should get some rest now, Rockwell." I said, trying to ease myself away as slowly as I could.

"Aww, you not gonna invite me in then?" I could tell by his tone that he was genuinely upset, so I submitted.

"I...Uh sure, you can come in."

I pulled the flap aside and he staggered in with a jagged smile and I soon followed. Caravan tents were still one of the many magical marvels of the world, space that appeared small on the outside yet was bigger on the inside was a brilliant idea in my opinion. He made himself comfortable on my bed, flopping against it then twisting and turning until he found a good spot to watch me. My sheets were going to smell like Bangaa for days...I don't think I'll clean them for a while.

"Ssay, I need your help with something else." He hissed, still smiling up at me.

"What's that?" I asked, busying myself with tidying a few trinkets on my dresser.

"If I do get Sstephie, do you have sssomething that might me...Lasst longer?"

I looked at the reptile, I was hoping he looked embarrassed or ashamed for asking me something so...Risqué, but instead he just looked worried that I was going to say no. My face turned hot again, but not out of mortification, I was angry, angry at him and angry at her for getting him. I tried not to furrow my brow as I responded.

"No, I don't think I do."

"Oh, damn...I figured with all your potionss and thingss you might have dissscovered sssomething." He was crestfallen. My anger started to fade.

"I don't have much need for anything like that anyway." I said with a sigh.

"Why? I thought that big brain of yourss was like a...magnet for lady Nu Mou." He sat up with a tilt of his head, his four long ears falling to one side.

I stopped whatever I was doing to stare him in the eyes. Goodness...does he really think...I mean he actually...He couldn't have just figured out...I couldn't stop myself from laughing. He said nothing as tears of laughter squeezed from my eyes.

"Oooh...Oh my, Rockwell." I had to stop myself to explain why I found it funny. "Rockwell, I like men, you didn't know this?"

He just shook his head, but his golden eyes lit up. I chuckled and wicked the tears from my eyes as walked over to the bed and sat beside him, a lighthearted smile on my face.

"Yes, I'm gay, but that's a very nice complement anyway."

"I ssssee. Ssorry." He rubbed his wrists and looked down. I think I made him uncomfortable, not everyone was okay with the idea but I always thought he knew and it didn't matter because of our friendship. My smile disappeared when I could feel him squirm next to me.

"I alwaysss thought..." He thought about what to say next, it seemed like he couldn't find the words so he just spit it out. "I alwayss thought you were sstraight. That'ss why you didn't like me."

"Uh, what?" It's rare when I am at a loss for words, but there is a first time for everything.

He rubbed his wrist a little more before speaking. "Yeah, I've liked you for a while."

"But, what about Stephie?" My heart raced I struggled to cope with what was happening.

"I like her too, but I alwayss thought you didn't like me that way sssso..."

Everything became clear to me, all the nights we spent staring up all the stars, all the times we took walks while I explained magic to him, all the times he was oddly close and affectionate, and all the times he took blows for me during engagements. Everything that made me fall for him, made him fall for me. My body acted before my brain could convince it otherwise. I reached for his neck and pulled his lips down against mine. I wasn't sure what I was doing, but I wanted to do it and he didn't pull away. I was worried, what if I overstepped a line, what if this is the one thing that ends our friendship, then I felt his tongue slip between my lips, and then I stopped thinking.

He groaned softly into my maw then wraped his strong hands around my waist, tilting his head slightly so the full length of his tongue glides against mine. I know I'm blushing, but the only heat I can feel is his body against mine. He slowly lies down, pulling me down on top of him, our lips still locked together while his thick tongue explored my mouth. My heavy tail hung between his legs against his own as I straddled him, his hands kept busy roaming over my stout frame, idly squeezing whatever he could get a grip on.

Soon, the natural responses to such an erotic situation started to take effect. I wanted to resist, to ignore the stirring in my loins but my body wouldn't have any of it. Whatever blood didn't rise to my face rushed between my legs, swelling my member quickly to its full length, which wasn't that impressive really. My trousers became uncomfortably tight as my shaft attempted to force its way out, straining against the fabric.

Rockwell rumbled softly as he broke the kiss. I whimpered and reluctantly pulled away from his jagged lips. He stared at me, golden eye looking me over before he confidently reached down and grasped my manhood through my thick robes. Despite my grey fur, I think I turned white. The only sound I could make is a small whine as I stared back at him. He just smiled, and hissed.

"Can I sssssee?"

I nodded dumbly and eased myself to the floor, he mercifully let go of me. Silently, I unfastened my robe and placed it aside, my heart racing as I felt his eyes undress me much faster than I could. I didn't notice I was shaking until I moved to unbuckle my belt, my hands trembling so much so that I couldn't get a decent grip. A deep chuckle resonated from his chest as he reached down and deftly loosened my belt and in turn, my pants. I held my trousers up with one hand while tugging at my undershirt with the other as he untied the laces of my fly, I was thankful that he didn't want me totally nude, Nu Mou aren't known for their athleticism.

A shallow gasp escaped me as my shaft unceremoniously sprung from its prison, the short length throbbing with my pulse. I looked down at him and had to stifle a weak chuckle, he was studying my shaft like it was an equation.

"What's the matter." I found my voice again.

"It's really different from mine..." He reached out and ran and finger along the side then wrapped his fingers around it, causing to me gasp a little deeper.

"O-of course it is" I smiled, even though I was standing before him with an erection and a mind addled with desire, he still was his inquisitive self.

"But really different..." I think he might have been referring to my foreskin by the way he rolled the extra flesh back and forth over my swollen head. I knew a little about a male Bangaa's anatomy, but I was hoping he could teach me more, so I worked up my nerve.

"May I see yours?" That sounded better in my head.

His eyes shot up to mine, they were filled with worry and regret. He couldn't have been thinking about...

"Uh...I don't think thatsss sssuch a good idea."

"Why?" I felt tears start to well up in my eyes and his hand let go of my member.

"Well, I already told Ssstephie that I wanted to ta-"

"I understand." I cut him off brusquely, hastily fastening my belt back and gathering my discarded robe.

"Look Ossstor, pleasse don't be hurt..." He stood up and tried to hug me. I didn't return it.

"You should go, don't you have a date?" I said coldly, trying my best not to look too angry.

He looked me in the eye again, those warm golden irises trying to soften my heart, but I broke his gaze and began readying my things for bed. I heard him give a heavy sigh then soft footsteps toward the exit.

"I meant what I sssaid. I really do like you."

I clutched my robe tighter struggling not to cry, I was a stronger Nu Mou then that, but then I felt the small jar that was hidden in my pocket. I yanked out the bundle of black and white cloth and glared down at it. Ewer of Darkness and the scarf it was wrapped in were Rockwell's most prized possessions. No magic that I can conjure would ever break the Ewer, but a simple Fire would burn the scarf to ash. I was truly considering it, it would ruin our friendship and his trust for me, but I wouldn't have been half as bad as what he did to me. I bore my soul to him and he-.

I could smell him. I accidently put his scarf too close to my nose and it was saturated in his scent, strong and a little overpowering, but once I got used to it, it was pleasant and comforting. The tears I was doing a poor job at holding back began to flow, matting my cheek fur down. I dropped my robe, padded over to my bed and curled up tightly, holding the bundle close to my face as I silently wept.