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Arlen walked briskly down the sunny hallway, muscular black body practically glowing with tension.

He and Tam had been at the base for three weeks, and even though there were things to do, none of them really suited the black tiger much.

He didn't want to read a book in the library.

He didn't want to play Chess.

He felt that he didn't have the patience to do any of those things.

A great sigh heaved itself from the great, dark furred feline.

And he wasn't desperate enough to look for a complete stranger to 'blow of steam' with either.

I really need to start a hobby!

His fur bristled when he suddenly brushed sides with someone as he walked, and could barely keep the growl rumbling in his throat in check. "Whoa! You need to let out some steam!" Someone harrumphed behind him. Too close for comfort to Arl, he could feel the other's breath on the fur of his neck. He turned around a little bit too fiercely and swiftly, to tell the other fur the usual words when he was too tensed up, either it was "Mind you own business!" If he was in a better mood. "Fuck off!" If he was in a worse mood. Not that there was much difference between the two, but right now, Arlen didn't care.

He decided to not use any of the two, however, because it wasn't just anyone standing before him.

It was John.

The lion stood with his muscular arms crossed over his broad chest, a clipboard in one paw, wearing a tank-top and over it a light jacket with standard military camouflage on it. His mane was lustrous and well groomed.

He flapped the clipboard against his thick thigh with an amused smile. "You're as tense as live wire, I think my fur bristled!" John joked with one of his warm laughs. The amber eyes shone.

Arlen wasn't looking at John at all; he was instead gazing at his wristband like it was the most interesting thing in the whole wide world. John couldn't help but sigh. When their organization took in help from the outside, they always did a very detailed and thorough recon on the persons involved, so he knew, from the papers but more so from personal experience, that the black tiger before him was more than a little jittery, from all the deaths he had caused to all the horrors he had seen, all the horrors he had experienced, his muscular body was a tell-tale map, all the glowing white scars confirmed it. Not that he would need them to see Arlen's tenseness; the air around the back male was almost static with tension and testosterone. If John was brutally honest with himself, it affected him.

It affected him deeply.

He didn't fully know what it was that made him reach out and touch one of the black tiger's shoulders. However, what he did know was that it was in part the simple explanation that he just wanted to touch the tiger, the same way he wanted to touch the soft curves of a woman, the same he wanted to do with the hard-muscled bodies of men. It was simply how he had been born. But that was just the half of the apple of truth.

He was just as empathic as Azuka was. And he wouldn't say it was always such a good thing.

He had gotten into a lot of trouble as a young recruit, and not just in his years in the Department of Psi, his years in the army was marked by acts of heroism and saving lives, among the usual army stuff. He almost always found something or someone to take back to base in case they were sent on a rescue mission. Sometimes it would be puppies, and if it wasn't puppies then it was usually small children. He was often teased for it, his CO would ruffle his short mane and tug a little hardly on his ear, but he always knew that he had done a good job when he got an extra portion of food at dinner.

He still got in trouble for it sometimes, but had learned to control it almost regrettably good these days, but it still happened that he 'slipped'.

Arlen stiffened under his paw; he could feel how the muscles hardened under the clothes and fur of the black tiger.

"There you go again," John mumbled softly, "Avoiding eye contact, it makes me worry."

The black tiger slid fluidly despite his startlingly muscular build out of John's grip, but only because he let him. Arlen leveled him with an intense gaze, almost a glower that easily said what the tiger's body showed -No touching.

Arlen rolled one of his shoulders. "You're not the first to say that, and won't be the last, either." He stated dryly.

"I just want to help; it would be nice if you would dare to look me in the eye while we talk." John replied.

"I don't see it as a problem, John, thanks but no thanks." John snorted.

"Well, I do, and frankly, you could do with a good ruttin' fuck, I think."

Arlen jerked at John's bold reply.

"What is it with the people here? Why do everyone wanna fuck me!?" Arlen said with lips pulled up and fangs bared in annoyance.

John let out a rich chuckle. "Heck if I knew! I don't know how anyone can find you attractive!"

"Back at ya!" Arlen replied with a fanged grin.

They both chuckled.

"...But honestly...Is it really that bad? Cus' I'm usually quite good at keeping it in check..." Arlen replied with an embarrassed smile after a pause. He rubbed his neck, further showing just how flustered he was with getting caught being in such a pressing need of letting off steam.

"I'm usually better at handling it." He added and scratched his chin bashfully. John nodded, simply watching Arlen.

The black tiger trust out a gust of air, before dragging a paw over his face with a groan. "Fine, I'm in, and I'm man enough to admit that I need it." He said with a roll of his eyes. John chuckled. "I'm not gonna judge you, Blacktiger. After all, it's just a healthy response." He replied with an amused smile.

Arlen smiled a chagrin-looking grin back, not really sure if he should follow through with what the lion suggested, hinted at. But since he already said yes, and was a man of his word, he really didn't have much choice in the matter.

"Let's go some more privately, hm?" John said with a raised eyebrow and the most seductive look Arlen had seen yet on the older feline's face. Gulping down any nervousness that might be showing on his face, the black tiger flicked his thick tail, and when the lion turned on his heel, well knowing that the tiger would follow, he did so without any kind of visible hesitation.

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Arlen flicked his ear, a quizzical look enveloping his scarred face. The two of them had walked a couple of corridors, before stopping before a metal door with a locking mechanism requiring both a code and a keycard, which it seemed John possessed. Arlen couldn't help but let his tail flick on instinct, the mild excitement mixing with the ever so slight nervousness summoned a trilling buzz all through the dark furred mercenary's body.

He stiffened into a rigid military pose; paws clasped behind his back, when John turned to him. The lion let his gaze wander up and down the tiger in a quick once over. An almost-smile threatened to cover the lion's face. "Right." He said with a nod, almost as if he had answered a silent question for himself. He cleared his throat lightly. "Wow! Seems we have to set some rules." He said playfully. Arlen snorted, flapped his tail with a raised eyebrow and waited for the lion to tell him these so-called 'rules'.

"Firstly." John held up one finger. "The moment we step over the doorway, all titles and ranks disappear; there are only us and yourselves and what we do in there. You're Arlen and I'm John, noting more, noting less." He said completely serious.

"Secondly." He continued, holding up two fingers now. "If you're uncomfortable, even just slightly, tell me. Talking with each other is necessary for mutual pleasure." He finished. He slowly moved over to Arl and gently placed his paw on his shoulder, after giving it a light squeeze, he said, "You ready to go in there?" His amber eyes were questioning, and Arlen knew that John was giving him a chance to back-out, should he want to. The thing was, he didn't want to.

"Yeah...Yeah, I'm ready." Arlen replied, meeting for the first time willingly John's gaze.

The lion relaxed, almost unnoticed, if it wasn't for the paw that rested still on his shoulder, Arlen wouldn't have noticed.

John quirked his mouth into a crooked smile. "Good." He said simply, before he moved his paw away from Arlen's shoulder. John turned around, dragged the keycard, and keyed in an four-digit code. A little green bulb lit up on the code-console with a blip. John pushed the door handle down before he motioned to Arlen. "After you," he rumbled with a grin. Arlen nodded and slowly walked in.

Glancing around, the mercenary was very much surprised. Arlen had expected the room to look like something out of a BDSM-movie, instead it looked very much like a first-class suite bedroom: A king sized bed with two small lamps on two bedside drawers in expensive-looking white wood, the bed's four legs were made out of shimmering brass.

The bed sheets were a stark, glowing white, draped neatly over the bed.

"So, what do you think?" John said with a grand swipe of his paw round the room.

Arlen raised an eyebrow with a wry smile. "Honestly? I expected leather. Lots of leather."

John gave another deep chuckle. "I can bring it, if you want."

Arlen chocked an eyebrow in reply, a small smile tugging up his lips. "Yeah?" John nodded. "Yeah, sure!" John shrugged. "If you really want to." Arlen let out a snort. "Maybe some other time, yeah?" John let out a laugh. "Heh, yeah, probably best to tak it some other time..." He rumbled deeply. "Now, why don't you...," he made a motion with a finger towards Arlen's clothes, "ditch the clothes and show me the wares, hm?"

The comment made Arlen snort out a laugh, and start to unbotton his shirt. When all the buttons were done, he shrugged it off, perhaps a bit slower than what was necessary, but then again, why should the lion have all the fun? Sticking out his tongue, he flung the garment towards John, who caught it with a roll of his amber eyes, and proceeded to neatly fold it. "Such a good housewife!" Arlen teased with a grin. John snorted. "Let's see if you still say that after I have destroyed your ass with my dick!" John replied with a sharp smile.

Arlen tossed his head back challengingly. "Give me your best shot, then!"

That made John snarl, the sound soft, but dominating all the same, and march up to Arlen, grab the back of his neck with one paw, and swiftly lower his mouth over Arl's.

On Arlen's part, he'd certainly not been expecting such a...fiery response, really. But there was a slight wariness, too. Since they didn't know each other well enough, there was room for both the excitment and the caution. Those two factors added a slight tingling, if a bit illusory, sense of danger. But that worked just fine for Arlen, after all; he was no stranger to danger. Besides, he trusted John at least to the point where he knew the lion would not hurt him.

As if the older feline could read his mind, he pulled back from the kiss, leaving the dark tiger breathless and panting for more. John let out a deep, slightly louder snarl then before, and grabbed hold of Arlen's hips. The lion's face was a grimace of hunger. "Fuck!" He hissed so sharply, that if the lust hadn't been burning out of every pore of the lion's body, Arlen would have belived he was very pissed off. He felt how John squeezed his hips firmy, and he couldn't hold in the sharp snarl of air when the lion moved his paws to Arlen's ass before giving it too a firm squeeze. "Fuck," John snarled again, "get these off and get on the bed, I need you right now, goddamnit!" The amber eyes looked at him with such desire, such hunger.

Arlen quicky reached down and unzipped his pants and started to unbuckle his belt, when John gave an impatient huff, and reached down and did it for him.

As the pants went down over his hips and ass, Arlen thought that maybe John looked forward to this just as much or maybe even more so then he himself did. He certainly seemed eager enough for some fun in bed. Another growl from the lion brought him back from his musings and looking down, Arlen was met with a slightly irritatated pair of amber eyes.

John tugged lightly on the black tiger's pants, which was down by his ankles, and ready to come off. With a slightly bashful smile, Arlen stepped out of the garment, and watched in amusement how John threw them aside. Guess he's done being civil, Arlen thought with a private smirk. The smirk turned into a full toothly smile when John grabbed Arlen's arm with a slight frown on his muzzle, and shoved him gently towards the bed. Arlen laughed. "Bed. Now." John rumbled gruffly. Arlen held up his paws in surrender. "Okey big guy, whatever you say." He said before he tugged his grey underwear off, threw them aside and sat down on the bed. John took the opportunity to quickly unbutton his jacket, and there after his white tank-top, when it was off, thrown carelessly on the floor with the jacket, he started with his belt buckle.

Arlen's ears pearked at the soft clinking sounds of the belt, and after a few seconds, the zipper that followed. He took in a deep breath and slowly let it out, only know realazing that he was a tad nervous. John seemed to sense it, and stopped with the underssing. His pants were down by his ankles, just as Arl's had been a few minutes earlier, his musclar legs and calves bare to the tiger's eyes. John gently stepped out of them, as he did so he asked:

"Are you really okey with me being on top?" He looked up slightly, only a fraction, so he could look into the black tiger's eyes. Arlen didn't hesitate with his reply. "Yeah, I trust you." John's shoulders sagged, like a great weight had been lifted from them, it seemed like Arlen wasn't the only one who was slightly nervous, after all.

The bulky black tiger leaned back onto his elbows on the bed, and stuck his tongue out in a lopsided grin. "You coming or what, slowpoke?"

Seemingly relived of his worries, the lion stalked closer to the bed, and sat down beside the the dark feline.

Maybe this was a good idea after all, maybe this was just what he needed to calm down, Arlen thought, before jolting slightly at the feeling of a paw on his naked thigh. Looking down, he saw how John gently rubbed small circles up and down his knee. "Maybe I'm doing this wrong... I haven't..." John started to muttred before trailing off, gazing straight into the empty air, and Arlen realized that John was embarssed. "Maybe you're doin' something right." Arlen offered, a grin slowly streatching over his face. He might as well help the older man out with his reluctance, heck, the lion had done the same for him, after all.

John however, to Arl's surprise, didn't look convinced. The black tiger quirked an eyebrow. Now he was confused. For real. He couldn't figure it out; one minute the lion looked at him like he wanted to shag his brain out, and the next he acted as if he might crawl under the bed like a cub getting scared of thunder. And he had been the one that said they needed to comunicate...

Arlen snuffled and rubbed his neck. He didn't like talking feelings; and it wasn't becuse he was as cold as he sometimes appeared to be. He simply wasn't very good at it.

He turned, and all but forced himself to look into the lion's eyes. "Weren't you the one that said that comunication is important?" John gave off a embarssed laugh. "I know, I know. It's just...God! I haven't been with a guy in years. He confessed bashfully. "What...what if I'm no good?"

John's question sent Arlen's mind into a jumble. How could he answer that? Should he even answer at all? "I uh...you know, it dosen't really matter; even bad sex is good sex." He tried to explain, and grimashed slightly after he had said it; that had sounded better in his mind. But to his relief John just smiled and placed his paw on Arlen's shoulder, before suddenly pushing him down onto the bed.

"That was a little uncalled for, a warning next time would be nice." The slightly flustered tiger muttrered, quirking an eyebrow at the lion. John just smirked, and bent down to fuse their muzzle's together in a passionate kiss.

Pulling back from a once again breatless Arlen Blacktiger, the lion couldn't help but feel a surge of pride: he really hadn't belived the dark tiger would be as pent up as this... or that he would react in such a promesing way. Allowing himself the luxery of feasting his eyes on the dark male's muscular form, he made a mental note to torment Jorek with the details later.

John slowly placed his paws on Arl's thick thighs and started to massage them deeply and felt how a slight wave of relief came over him when Arlen started to relax against the mattress, a deep rumble started to sound from his chest. Ember eyes studing the tiger's face and paws still rubbing, John dipped his head down and rasped his tounge over the tiger's naked crotch. It didn't take long for the other man's body to react to the stimuli, and Arlen's shaft started to slide out of its furry sheat. John didn't hesitate as he started to swipe his coarse tounge in broad laps over the erect organ, the slightly salty taste of the tiger's cock doing nothing but highting his own arousal.

Arlen had to bite his lip to not groan out loud when John started to lick him. He had become hard almost the second the other male's tounge had started to touch him, and he realized that this had been something he had wanted, but had been unwilling to admit. Now he wished he had admited it sooner; the sublime sensation of the wet and warm tounge felt just too good, was just what he needed, and Alren suddenly wanted to push himself into the lion's warm muzzle. He oppend his mouth and drew in a breath to command the lion to do just that, but it turned into a sharp grunt when the lion suddnely plunged the tiger's dick into his mouth.

As John closed his muzzle over Arlen's cock, and started to bob up and down, the tiger couldn't help but reach out with his left paw and place it onto the great head. He was panting as the pleasure started to build, groans and grunts growing as the bliss started to tighten his stomach, and he wondered if he would be allowed to cum in the lion's mouth. The thought pushed him sharply to the threshold of climax, and he arched his hips and started to lightly hump into the deliciously warm and wet pressure. Eyes closing and teeth starting to grind together, Arlen grunted out a strained warning.

"Ngh...Fuck, go-gonna cum!"

It was almost there, his body was tighetning up, buttocks and thighs tensing as his whole body started to tingle and a rush of warmth started to spread out in waves from his groin and stomach, and the tiger started to clench his fingers into the thick lionmane. His eyes which he hadn't remember closing popped open when he felt how John pulled his muzzle away in one wet heart-stopping move. Arlen immediately snapped his eyes accusingly to John and took his dick into his paw.

John took in the state the tiger was in; having almost reached climax he was now laying on the bed, a thin sheet of sweat covering his sculpted body, a half aroused half annoyed glower firing off from his golden eyes, and his chest rose and feel erratically. "You asshole!" The tiger growled horasly without thinking, to which John just chuckled lightheartedly. "You didn't think I was going to let you off that easly were you?" Arlen gave off a indigant snort that made the lion roll his eyes. "Right, I think I have teased you enough already, so let's get this show on the road."

Arlen just nodded impatiently and rolled over on his stomach and then lifted himself onto his paws and knees. John swallowed when the tiger arched his tail and pressented himself; he had never belived that the tiger would do that, at least not to him. The lion had to restrain his paws from grabbing hold of the tiger's hips and slaming himself into the tight pink knot, nestled in black fur beneth the thick, slightly swaing tail. The tiger flicked his right ear at John, before he glanced over his shoulder at him with a clearly annoyed expresson on his face. "Do you need a writen invitation, or maybe a map?" He quipped. John rolled his eyes again. "No, but there's a bottle of lube in the last drawer. Hand it over?" He replied.

Arlen quickly crawled over the bed so he could reach the drawer, and opening the last box, he found a black bottle which read 'Water-Based Lubricant' with thick golden letters printed over it. He handed it over to John. "Here you go." John gratefully took the bottle before flicking the cap up and pouring some glistering lube into his paw and over his erection. Arlen meanwhile had reasumed his pose on the bed, tail once again raised and ready to resive the lion. "W-what the-!" He sputtred suddenly when something cool touched his tailhole. First-thought reaction was to keep whatever that wanted in out, but he soon forced himself to relax when John gently prodded his opening with a slick finger. The tiger made himself not to clench down on the finger as it slowly sank in, the feeling strange but not new to his body. He let out a shaking breath when the finger was complelty sheated inside. "You okey?" John asked and leaned foreward to meet the tiger's gaze. "Yeah, just a bit unused to it, is all." The lion noded in reply and slowly started to retract the digit untill it was almost out, before in one slow single move slide it back in. The tiger's reaction was imidiate and unmistakable: he shuddred deeply before he bowed his head and groaned, and John felt how his stomach clenched in excitment at the potent reaction. He scooted closer onto his knees, and grabbing hold over the tiger's muscular hips, he proceded to run his rock-hard erection between Arlen's ass cheeks.

Arlen let out a rumble at the action, and playfully jerked his hips back into the lion's groin. He heard how the lion chuckled and leaned over his shoulder, his sculpted body just as big and bulky as Arlen's own as it pressed into the formers back. "You know, I would love to do it this way, but..." he whispred, and Arlen's eyes grew wide when the lion nugded him onto his side before grabbing hold of his ankles and proceeded to flip the tiger over and onto his back, which left the lion between the black male's legs; they were now in the classic Missonary position.

"...It would be quite hard to see you're eyes if we did it doggy-style, hm?" The lion finished his statment. He laughed when the tiger made a rude gesture with a paw. "Come now, Arlen, this was after all what I offererd." "I thought you said that we should 'Fuck' not 'Make love'." The tiger replied, deadpan. "Now, now, we'll get there; cut a old fur some slack will ya?" John chuckled again, and the tiger felt how the annoyence melted away. He allowed himself to relax against the down pillows.

He felt how the lion inched closer untill his stiff desire poked him lightly, silently asking for premssion to enter. Flicking his gaze up enought to look into the lion's face and nod once in comfirmation. John nodded silently back, and pushed himself into Arlen in one long slow sliding move.

The dark tiger let out a rumbling snarl at the action, and wraped his arms around the lion's neck and back in a steel-like grip. Once the older man was sheated fully inside did he crane his nect to look the tiger in the face. John bit his bottom lip anxiously. "You okey, Arlen?" He asked tentatively. The black tiger just smirked toothly in reply. Which made the lion snort and roll his eyes. "Yup. You're just fine."

Then the lion started to gently trust and rock his hips, and the big black tiger bit his lip to stop a delighted groin to escape him. Arlen felt how his cheeks burned when he heard how the lion chuckled, mostly likely becoming aware of his awkwardness. Arlen's eyes grew wide when John suddenly leaned down and closed his mouth over his in a tongue-filled kiss.

The bed's springs were creaking as the large, muscular bodies slapped hotly against each other, eranestly working, straining to reach that point of complete bliss were minds went blank and bones became liquified. Both men were surrounded by the other's deep grunts and groans, the other's scent.

Somewere in Arlen's half-white mind a small nagging instinct of competitiveness that dimly urged him to at least flip them over and ride the older man silly, if only to show that he wasn't complelety submissive. A sudden feeling cut the instinct off. A feeling that said that it was okay to show enjoyment, becuse they were equals. He squeezed his eyes shut and wrapped his arms tighter around the lion, hitched his legs around John's lower-back.

He suddnely felt a paw pulling his eyes open.

John's panting face filled his sight: the lion's aburn mane was wetly plasterd around his face. Sweat was clinging and curling around ever inch of him.

"Eyes open." The lion rumbled.

Arlen didn't have enough mental activity to even care to ask what the older cat meant. He just reached up to yank the man into another tounge-filled kiss. John pulled away first to nibble on a dark-furred ear before reaching for the tiger's throbbing erection.

Arlen clenched the white, perspiartion-soaked sheets as he felt how his cock pulsed with pleasure. Golden eyes flickered automatically up and into slightly glazed over amber ones.

"More!" The tiger commanded hoarsly. The lion merly groaned in reply and did as ordered.

The elderly lion pounded him with everthing he got, skillfully plucking at his prostate every time their hips chrashed together untill both of them were grunting so loudly that they were probably heard even through the steel door. The next pump of the lion's hips made Arlen's body surge with the beginning of a climax which made him momentarly tighten around John's length. The lion's reaction what to throw his head back and let out one of the sexiest growls Arl had ever heard. When the older solider looked at him again there was a fire behind his eyes that made Arlen's gut clench with delight.

"Ready for the finale, boy?"

Had it been anyone else or a diffrent situation alltogether he would have probably socked them hard for calling him that. As it were the comment only served to make his body tremble and send his arousal sky-high. He must have done or said something unintentonally becuse John gave off another one of those sexy growls and the look he gave Arlen next was something very dark and possesive, sexy and primal.

Delicious.

With one look into another's eyes that spoke volumes and on one silent, mutual agreement, the two cats started were they had left off. As John gripped one of Arl's hips while still dragging his paw in flashes over the tiger's swollen cock, while his hips slammed into Arlen roughly, sending shock after shock of pleasure into the dark feline's body, Arlen rocked his trembling body against the lipn, trying to help his friend as much as possible to reach his peak.

It seemed to work becuse the lion bowed his head, breath coming fast and shallow, and grunted out a rough curse.

"Fuuuck!"

The pace increased further.

Arlen's heart was pounding in the back of his head, sweat was starting to sting his eyes as it dripped down from his forehead, his gut was filled with embers and his tigerhood was filled with the dual-sided pressure of almost-orgasm. The lion looked like he wouldn't last much longer either: his body was shaking uncontrollably, covered in sweat, while he was viciously smacking his hips into Arl as hard as he could, chasing his release. His face was an erotic grimace of pleasure with tightly closed eyes, visibly gritted teeth and breathing hard and fast and wet all at the same time.

The big black tiger bit his lip as the pressure started to travel along his lenght to its slightly tappred tip in time with John's pounding. Feeling that he was going to come any second, Arl let his aching neck fall back onto the pillow, calling out to the older man.

"Nn...I'm gonna shot..."

"Y-Yeah? Come for me." The lion panted back unevenly.

The lion's paw moved faster, fast enough to make one of the tiger's eyes shut close in his own teeth gritted pleasure-grimace.

"J-John, fuck!"

"Come for me." The lion repated in the same ragged voice as before.

Arlen snarled, heat starting to flow into his veins along with endorphines as his body started to tip into sweet release. Somehow however, his half-blank mind remembed that he wasn't alone. Forcing his sweat-soaked eyes up he met the expectant gaze of the lion who was stil pounding into him.

"Come with me, John. Together."

The lion nodded, and as he let go of Arlen's throbbing, jerking lenght and instead gripped his hips and used the last of his energy to bring both of them over the edge. As the cats spines started to tingle they locked gazes for the last time.

"Aw fuck I'm cummin' Arl!"

"John I'm-!"

They both threw their heads back and let out victorious mating roars as they came together. White-hot pleasure blasted from their groins in sharp spikes that threatened to be too overwhelming in its intensety, almost bordering on pain. Impulse mixed with pleasure made them instinctively lock each other's fangs into the other's shoulder in a mating bite as the roars of ecstasy faded into soft growls and purrs.

Once their hearts had slowed down along with their pulses, the two pulled in silent agreement away from each other to flop down onto the bed in mutually bliss-filled exhaustion. The two soldiers' panting slowly filled the room. John rumbled and gently entangled their legs among the rumpled sheets. Arlen didn't notice at first since his body was still flushed with tingles from undoubtedly one of the best climaxes ever, however he did become aware of it when the lion reached over to gently rub his chest.

The lion flicked his amber eyes -now filled with a soft spark- before fixing them on his own paw which stroked up and down over the tiger's sweat soaked chest fur. For a moment a question flickerd in the amber-mirrors, and Arlen felt slight amazment that he'd learned to read the lion so easely in such a short amount of time knowing him.

"I don't mind you thouching me." He replied, further surprised by the soft tone of his own voice.

"Good." John replied simply while continuing to stroke the dark-as-night fur. Sheepishly, Arlen reached over to gently trail his paw over the older cat's hip.

"Nice to know I haven't lost my touch yet." John stated soflty suddnely, looking into the tiger's eyes for what must be the tenth time. There was a mischievous glint in his eyes, a playfull challange to the tiger to prove him wrong.

Arlen could only smile toothly again.

"Well, you don't hear me complanin.'"

The lion had reached over to the bed side table to pluck out a cigarette from a pack, and lightly rubbed his thumb and forefinger to create a small flame to act as lighter. Strangely enough, it didn't freak him out this time.

"Well that's great to hear . It's your turn next time." The lion replied as he took a drag of the cigarette.

Arlen rasied an eyebrow. "Next time."

"Yeah. I want you to take me next time." The lion replied with a soft grin.

Arlen swallowed.

"When do you need to get back?"

John pretended to think. "Hmm...Maybe two hours?"

Arlen gave a shiver as he felt how the lion's load started to slowly drip out. He inched closer.

"I think...I think I can't let you leave so soon."

"Oh? Too bad then. I had a lot of paper work to do today."

"You can do it tomorow..."

John smirked. "You're damn right about that."

Arlen smirked back before he kissed the lion hotly.

The kiss ended prematurely as a chime sounded from John's pant pocket.

Arlen pulled away. "Leave it." He growled softly before kissing the lion again.

John groaned. "Can't." He replied before ducking his head to nibble at Arlen's neck.

They both made their way out of bed to get dressed.

"Hey." John said suddnely as Arlen was picking up his t-shirt off the floor. Confused the tiger turned around and was pulled into a fierce kiss. John gripped the tiger's hips and ass and proceeded to grinde their naked bodies together tantalizingly.

Fucking tease.

Arlen pulled away and groaned when the lion nipped at his neck again. His tail lashed.

"You ever need to blow off some steam or just want some company, come find me. I always make time for friends or those close to me."

Arlen growled. "You keep teasing me like this and I'm gonna fuck you wether you have time or not John."

"Good." The lion smiled .

Arlen smiled back. A small warm word appeared in his head.

Eyes open. Becuse we're equals.