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Among The Stars

Chapter Nine

By Roofles

“Isaac!” The sound echoed throughout the corridor as heavy steps came running towards him.

“Typhon.” Isaac felt exhausted by the time he’d gotten back to their shared room. Cyclone had been dropped off at the medical ward on the way and the cybernetic Saberwolf told him not to bother keeping his dog waiting.

“Go, I’ll be fine.” The Saberwolf had sneered at the Terran. It was clear he was struggling. His leg wasn’t working properly and needed maintenance. His breathes were labored and heavy with a wet sound to them that Isaac didn’t want to think about.

“Yeah, sure.” Isaac had turned away from Cyclone. Wanting to turn back around and punch the Saberwolf in the face with his mechanical hand. The one that he knew would hurt.

Isaac hated how Cyclone had lied and tricked them. Hated how he had betrayed them and sold them out. Even if it made sense. He hated it so much… yet, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t find it in himself to hate Cyclone. Despite everything this mysterious stranger had done to him, for him, with him…

Isaac never hated Cyclone.

“Get better soon,” Isaac could only say before leaving him behind. The light’s flickered above and Isaac felt more than saw Cyclone’s eye watching him go.

Able to connect to the ship’s network, Isaac opened up the map app easily enough and made his way towards his room. He didn’t need to look for the exact one as Typhon had been waiting outside for him the entire evening.

“I’m so exhausted,” the Terran started up with as a blue blur of fur and muscle tackled into him, knocking him off his feet and taking his breath away.

Isaac was scooped up off his feet, spun around in the air by a worried Typhon and was soon sniffed all over by the Saberwolf. Typhon shoving his snout against the smaller males body as he sniffed and snorted and snuffled against his clothes with his nose loudly. Pressing his snout into every crook and crevice of the Terran’s body making Isaac squirm.

“Typhon-,” Isaac tried to say but was soon hugged so tight he was sure one of his ribs cracked. Isaac’s face was compressed against the shirtless Saberwolf’s chest. Able to smell the sweaty musk wafting off. He could feel his heartbeat thundering in his chest quickly from worry. Even the low pitch whine was enough to leave Isaac speechless.

“What did that bastard do?” Typhon growled, hackles standing up as sparks of electricity bounced between individual strands of fur. “I’ll tear him apart!”

As they did, Isaac felt a soft warmth in his chest glowing in response to Typhon’s reaction. Maybe just being close to him like this was enough to react. Isaac didn’t know, or care, as he snuggled against the cool warmth Typhon provided him.

“It wasn’t Cyclone. It was Raphael.” Isaac patted Typhon’s arm and the Saberwolf reluctantly set him back down in the corridor that was the hallway outside their rooms. “Cyclone actually got me out of there before… well, I’m not fully sure. Things were getting weird, though.”

“Right, right… let’s just get you to bed. It’s been a long day.” Typhon’s shoulders noticeably fell as his chest deflated with the low groaning wheeze of a sigh that escaped him, like a punctured innertube deflating. “I swear I lost five years of my life worrying about you. And that’s just from today! I’m going to handcuff you to me, for your own safety!”

Isaac almost laughed, worried Typhon actually would.

“Or knot you.” Typhon thought about that.

“Typhon? No.” Isaac did laugh at that.

Within the bowels of the ship, there was the sleeping bay above the staff quarters. Next to that, the guest rooms. Above that was the “Welcomed guest” rooms. Then, further above that, was the VIP suites with vaulted window ceilings allowing them to have a skylight of stars. Isaac somehow managed to get something close to a VIP room, but not quite one.

Which he preferred. He knew all those in the VIP suites would be from the Celestial nations and he rather not have to deal with any of that bigotry or prejudice. Typhon might be able to get away with it, but Isac never would. Not for who and what he was.

“Damn, I’m too tired even to be self-deprecating right now.” He groaned, rolling his shoulder. His left side felt heavier than he remembered and blamed it on exhaustion.

If he looked up, Isaac could see the stars shining above as the ship drifted slowly through space. The lifted ceiling was covered with windows lined with golden borders. Giving them plenty of view of things outside the ship.

At the end of the corridor was a roped off staircase leading up to the VIP suites. They were adjacent to them without having to deal with them. No one from up there would bother coming down to a lower level and deal with the riff raff of the lower class.

Not to say this section of the ship was bad.

There was a small, cute café Isaac and Cyclone had walked past, a dining area and even a sitting room with a fireplace. It was amusing to think Raph had gone to such an extent for his ship. Needlessly adding these places for his guests and that, somehow, Isaac had landed amongst those members. As if he were some kind of VIP.

A silly, but warm thought to have. That maybe Isaac could be special. Even if it was only during his stay here. He needed this. Needed to relax. Needing a break from it all, a long vacation that he and Typhon could spend together. Away from others.

“There are days,” Isaac said and yet it felt like it was someone else. “Where I just want to fly away from it all. To get in the ship and just pick a direction. Any direction. And fly.”

Someone looked at him that resembled Typhon, ears perking up as he, they, stared longingly up at the stars. The walls faded away and a cool night breeze blew past them, ruffling the leaves of the trees around them. There was no walls. No ceilings. Yet, no matter where they were, the stars above them always remained.

“To fly away from all the worries and concerns.” He laughed and the wind blew. It smelled of fall leaves, damp and muddy from the wet earth of the forest they stood in. “I’ve… never been here before. But we have, haven’t we?” He asked a question, knowing he’d never receive an answer to.

“Isn’t that just running away?” His companion asked, watching him more than anything else. Answering his question with a question asked so many times before.

“So what? Don’t I have the right to run away?” He laughed. It hurt to smile as tears weld up in his eyes. Masking his anger and frustration behind that smile. “Hey,” he looked at the Saberwolf next to him. “I know the truth of it all… of everything. How bleak and sad it is. It’s not comforting, to know. I finally get it, after all this time. Why people hold onto their lies and beliefs… because in the end? It doesn’t really matter. Does it? No matter what, nothing really matters.”

“-,” a name said, yet lost, forgotten, or misplaced through time.

“We are just specks of stardust, my friend. No matter what we do or try to accomplish? It won’t matter in a hundred, a thousand, a million years… Sol, my home star, will eventually run out of steam and die out. That’s just a fact. Even the brightest light in the sky will one day fade away… There is no rhyme or reason to any of it. To anything. Life is meaningless. Death is meaningless. We’re all meaningless… So why can’t I just run away from it all?” He turned to look at them. “If everything doesn’t matter, why try…?”

“You aren’t,” the Saberwolf reached out a hand, taking theirs in turn. “Fuck Truth. Fuck the rules. Fuck all of that nonsense. That isn’t what’s important. This. Right now? Isn’t meaningless.” The alien canine motioned upwards, at the stars. “Those might not matter in the grand scheme of things,” then he placed his other hand on their chest. “But you do. This matters. Here. Now. The present, our future, and the memories of our past? The memories we’ll create, together? They matter.”

“Heh, I can’t believe you put up with such a downer like me.” He smiled, and it didn’t hurt this time.

“I’d do anything for you,” the Saberwolf brushed a finger across his cheek, leaning closer until his summer cool breath misted the night air. “If you want to run away? We will. You want to fight? Sure, let’s fucking do it. Take as many as those bastards out with us along the way! If you want to just stay here? Well, I better start building us a shelter as it’s going to storm tonight.”

“But it isn’t raining…” Isaac looked at Cyclone standing there.

“It is,” Cyclone said as the heavy wet drops fell around them. Thick goops of sludge splattered around them. The chunks broke branches, staining the forest floor around the two. Devouring everything they touched. Leaving nothing behind.

Dripping. Dripping… dripping…

“Hey?”

“Yeah?”

“Don’t forget me.” They said, startling their companion. Who laughed at the very idea.

“How could I ever forget you…?” He asked, but the look on the others face said it all.

“You always say that,” he, they, had laughed as he pulled out an hourglass from within his coat.

“You still have that thing?” They blinked in turn, looking at it. “What?” He looked at him and the Saberwolf’s chuckle.

“Each and every time. You say that. Say this. It’s repeating, again. No matter how many times we restart this movie, no matter how many times I change the script. It just ends up repeating at the end… You can’t change the ending.”

“You make that sound like a bad thing,” he teased playfully as the world became flooded around them, leaving only the spot the two were standing in dry. Only the stars above illuminating the space they remained in. Stars that began to twinkle out one by one. The sea of inky darkness swirled around them, gathering, and building ever higher. A tidal wave, threatening to crash down on them.

“Sure, the ending isn’t great or grand and, sure, maybe the director should’ve rewritten it.” He shrugged. “But, hey, it’s the journey that matters, right? Our adventure. Our memories… right?”

“Sometimes? Sometimes I wish it would change. That things could change,” they admitted, reaching out a hand. “If things could be changed so easily, then I would’ve succeeded the first time around… This feels more like a cruel joke than a second, third, five hundredth chance.”

“Is it really that bad?”

“You have no idea… Close your eyes. I don’t want you to see this.”

“Typhon…”

“Shut your eyes. Next time will be better. I promise. It’ll last longer than this… even if every time, they seem to grow shorter and shorter. Until decades become years that become months that only feel like hours together.”

“…Cyclone.”

“It’s going to be okay,” he whispered as the cold ran over their feet, covering their ankles and slowly rose up their legs. The water rising around them. Still. Motionless as it filled up their world.

“I can’t feel anything.”

“I know.”

“It’s not cold… it’s numb. It’s like it’s nothing.” He kept his eyes closed, as asked.

“No matter what, I-,” then the hourglass turned and everything that was never happened. The things that had been, gone. Only fragmented memories remained.

….

“We should’ve ran away,” Isaac suddenly said, and Typhon ears perked up at that, staring at the Terran who seemed to have disappeared there for a moment. The look on Isaac’s face, seeing something far away that had and hadn’t ever happened. Something that would and wouldn’t happen.

Again, again, and again. Another piece lost, like a piece of a puzzle being removed.

Preventing the picture from ever being whole.

“Uh, right, right! I don’t trust either of them either.” Typhon growled in agreement, misunderstanding what Isaac meant. Isaac couldn’t fault him for that. Both not trusting them, and not understanding him. At times, Isaac didn’t even understand himself. Feeling as if there was another him out there, with other memories and experiences that overlapped his own. “They all want to take you away from me. Raphael? Cyclone? The damned Armada, Tigeron, the Celestials can go suck a dick for all I care,” Typhon ranted on, flexing his fingers. “Everyone keeps wanting to take you away from me…”

“I’m sure it’s not that bad,” Isaac said without any proof to back up his claim. He wanted to trust his friend Raph, and a part of him wanted to trust Cyclone. He blamed that damn familiarity, though, that feeling of almost… Nostalgia for that. “Things are just… complicated right now. I’m sure it’ll get better. There has to be more to all of this that we don’t know about or understand, yet. I mean, we’re only mere mortals after all.” Isaac teased.

Typhon snorted at that, shaking his head.

“If you start ranting about gods, I’m going to flip. They can suck my dick for all I care too.” Typhon spat to the side. “I don’t care about such nonsense. Galactic politics? Wars? The void or whatever Raphael wants? I could care less.”

It was funny how stubborn Typhon could be. A somewhat admirable trait at times. One that worried Isaac. Typhon’s fixation on him, on them, their life and their relationship was like a double-edged sword. No matter which side, it still cut the same.

“Should we go for a walk under the stars?” Isaac pointed up at the stunning view they had. “We could clear our heads. There was this cute café we’ve been to, the crumpets there are amazing!” Isaac stopped at that. “I mean… we should try it out sometime. I wanted to try the food… Odd, sorry, I just… feel like we’ve done all this before.”

Isaac looked around as if he could somehow see a sign to explain this. A neon sign or, maybe, a black cat walking by again. An uncomfortable sense of Déjà vu washing over him.

“How many times have we done this…?” Isaac asked no one in particular. Letting the question hang in the air around them.

“I want to spend time with you, though.” Typhon’s ears folded back, unable to look Isaac in the face. Reaching out a hand, Isaac placed his on top of Typhon’s. The nervous Saberwolf calmed down at his touch.

It was nice, having Typhon here. No matter how strong the current was, threatening to sweep Isaac off his feet. As long as Typhon was here, he felt like he could weather any storm. An life preserver in his life keeping him from being pulled under and drowning.

“I want that as well, Typhon. I want to spend as much time as I have,” left, “with you,” Isaac forced a tired smile onto his face. Unable to say the word. Unable to tell Typhon the Truth. Worried what such a reality, a future, would do to a man.

If an immortal being fell in love with a mortal? Wasn’t that doomed to forever be a tragedy in the making?

“Good.” Typhon nodded at this and moved closer. Isaac couldn’t even object as he was promptly picked up again. Lifted up off his feet, bridal style, Typhon carried Isaac into their room.

“Typhon, what are you doing?” Isaac squirmed and Typhon held on tighter.

“We’re going to spend time together,” Typhon said as if that wasn’t obvious. Isaac was too tired to deal with any of this. He felt like he’d relived the same day five times over and wanted to do nothing more than to face plant into the bed and fall into a coma. “Our honeymoon suite, darling.” Typhon chuckled as he awkwardly slid their keycard in the doorway while holding the Terran.

“When did we get married?” Isaac didn’t want to even know where Typhon’s train of thought was going with that. The silver band on his wrist was always a constant reminder of that, though, and Isaac figured it was a Saberwolf’s form of a wedding band.

“Shut up, don’t ruin this for me.” Typhon huffed, grumbling about it. He fiddled with the key lock a couple more times before realizing the keycard was upside down. Ears splaying out, he pretended not to have notice his blunder and Isaac didn’t have the heart to call him out on it.

The door slid open to reveal the spacious room inside.

“At least Raph didn’t cut any corners this time,” Isaac didn’t even have the strength to smile at the idea. The far wall of the room was a window matching the ones up above. Giving them a clear view of space. At times, the vast, bleak emptiness of space wasn’t a comfort.

It always reminded Isaac just how small they really were in the end. Tiny specks floating through a void of space, dotted with planets and stars.

A massive bed filled the room with a couple of nightstands nearby for use. There were charging platforms on each. The far wall in front of the bed had a television screen installed into it and there was a stream of an artificial fire crackling away on it. Isaac could’ve sworn he felt warmth coming from the TV. Raphael must’ve put the heaters nearby the TV to simulate the feeling of a real fire.

The side room was a bathroom with a shower large enough for the two to share… with Juke and Samson. Raphael really made sure there was plenty of room to fool around in. Something Isaac didn’t miss.

“Got to have a good time, huh, Raph?” Isaac laughed, knowing exactly what the Motha had been going for. This might as well have been a honeymoon suite. Or, rather, a sexy dungeon seeing the metal rings on the wall.

Oh, sure, anyone else would’ve thought they were used to hold the towels in. Isaac knew Raph meant to have people be shackled to them. Helpless while their partners took advantage of them. All their wildest kinks and fantasies fulfilled here.

This might as well have been a love boat, or a pleasure yacht.

Typhon walked them inside and locked the door with a foot.

“Really?” Isaac sighed, shaking his head. How did he end up with this man?

“I didn’t want to risk dropping you, again,” Typhon sheepishly grinned. His ears splayed out as he chuckled, recollecting the time he had. It had taken them several attempts at getting this, or anything, right after several missteps and blunders along the way. “My toe works just as well!” The Saberwolf lifted up his foot, wiggling his big toe as he said this. “Did you know toe prints are similar to finger prints?”

“Yes, Typhon. I was the one who told you that factoid.” Isaac chuckled. Despite his exhaustion, somehow, Typhon always found a way to make him smile.

“Okay. Because, like, just saying. It might be safer to use our toe prints to unlock our phones instead of finger prints.” Typhon nodded at his sagely advice as Isaac needed a moment to process the idiotic thought process the Saberwolf had.

“I mean, no one would want something stinking of you to begin with.” Isaac jested.

“You would,” Typhon winked, and, with a roll of the eye, Isaac patted his arm again. “Where do you need me to drop you off at, my liege?” Typhon gave a mock bow.

“Liege? I thought I was your husband?” Isaac could never follow the scenarios Typhon would come up with. They’d bounce between one thing to another without a coherent story to carry the roleplay along. Not that either of the two minded.

Isaac was the one to blame for that. He was the one that showed Typhon so much of Terra’s culture. Isaac introducing Typhon to thousands worth of hours of entertainment from back home, in a way, helping shape the Saberwolf into who he was today.

“What am I to you?” Isaac asked, trying to clear things up.

“You are my everything.” Typhon grinned, extremely proud with himself for that one. Even Isaac booping his snoot didn’t stop Typhon’s tail from wagging.

“I need a shower first. I just feel… tainted.” Isaac snorted. For some reason, the word stuck in the back of his mind as if someone had called him that recently. “I need a good long, hot shower to wash away this days funk.”

“As you wish,” Typhon beamed happily.

“Hah, stop that, Typhon.” Isaac said, yet hoped he never would. Looking up, he saw the Saberwolf watching him. “You have eyes like the sea, after a storm…” Isaac didn’t mind getting lost at sea within those eyes. “I always seem to forget that…” He reached up, petting the side of the Saberwolf’s face. “They are so beautiful. I wish I could see what you do.”

“All they see is you,” Typhon answered. “You are my sun. The brightest and warmest star. Why would I look at anything, anyone else?”

“Typhon.” Isaac eye grew misty.

“I know, I’m rather proud of that one-,” Typhon scratched at his cheek in embarrassment. Isaac shut him up with a kiss, jumping into his arms. Arms that Isaac knew would always be there to catch him.

The two exchange a rough, yet tender, loving kiss. Typhon leaning close enough for Isaac to seal the deal, pressing his full lips against the canine’s thinner, black gummy ones. Due to Typhon’s snout, he wasn’t the best kisser. He made up for that tenfold with that tongue.

It drooled from his lips, teasing against Isaac’s own. Tinted dark blue, the alien canine pressed it past Isaac’s resistance and filled his mouth with the squirming muscle. Isaac could taste him. Taste Typhon on his lips as the drool pooled along Typhon’s tongue and dribbled into and onto the Terran’s face. Sharing everything with the man he loved.

Isaac swallowed and Typhon murred deeply at the feel of that as he licked and lapped into the kiss, drinking the sweetest of things possible as the two shared the moment. Lips sealed shut, tongues dancing in a lover’s delight, the world around them could’ve faded away and neither would’ve noticed.

Eyes shut; Isaac used his other senses to feel out the Saberwolf. Running his fingers through his thick, plush pelt of fur to touch the cool flesh underneath. Typhon’s fur seemed to move and flow as if they were underwater, and Isaac didn’t mind getting lost in that sea with him.

Two lovers holding one another with only the stars as their witnesses.

What must’ve only been a couple of minutes, felt like a lifetime for the two as they held one another. Petting and touching the other. Running their hands and fingers along the other’s body. Entwining their legs, pressing against each other. Isaac wasn’t sure if he or Typhon had begun thrusting first. Grinding against the other in a dry hump.

Wanting, needing to be closer to the other man. Wanting their bodies to become one in that forbidden dance only lovers knew.

When they were like this, nothing else mattered. Who they were. Isaac of the Terran Fleet? Typhon, war wolf of the planet Saber? Their background, their differences, their very names didn’t matter as they shared each other’s bodies, their breaths, and their very souls with the other.

An act of complete trust and vulnerability most could never achieve with another. To be that open and vulnerable, exposed with all your dirty dark secrets laid bare like their clothes on the floor. Everything out in the open.

“Fuck, Typhon.” Isaac had to pull away to catch his breath, panting as he wiped the drool from his lips. “You’re getting pretty good at that.” Typhon wagged at the compliment.

“Flirting with me already? Damn, I must’ve done something right!” Typhon’s tail thudded against the wall as it picked up speed, wagging excitedly.

“Don’t start,” Isaac squirmed, and Typhon finally let him go. He still kept a hand at his side. “What?” Isaac asked, seeing Typhon watching him closely. The Saberwolf was standing closer than normal, and Isaac had to push past him to get into the doorway of the restroom.

“Sorry. Just… I like watching you.” Typhon admittedly, feeling bashful by the admission. “Even when you sleep. Sometimes, I just wake up and watch you next to me. As long as I have my eyes on you, then I know you’re there.” He grinned.

“Right,” Isaac winced, rubbing at his chest. He felt a lump there.

“Are you alright…? You didn’t have another, uh, episode did you?” Typhon’s ears folded back as a low whine filled his throat. The worry filled those otherworldly black tinted eyes that looked like miniaturized galaxies. “You seem to have one every time you’re away from me.”

“I… I’m not sure.” Isaac admitted, not wanting to lie to him. Typhon patiently waited, giving Isaac the time he needed to process everything. “It feels like there’s a… a piece of my memory, missing. That’s the best way to describe it. As if someone reached into my head and plucked it out,” Isaac frowned. He hated how accurate that felt as he rubbed his head. “A memory, a picture puzzle unfinished.”

“Are you upset?” Typhon asked.

“No… No, I feel… good? But… longing…” Isaac said, trying to find the word to describe this otherworldly feeling. “Like I’d have the happiest time in my life, but now it’s gone. Like a lover lost…” He shook his head, muttered the last part as he dragged a hand down his face in sheer exhaustion from whatever had happened. “Any word from Sphinx, Samson, or Juke? With everything going on, I forgot to check on the crew.”

“No,” Typhon shook his head. “I mean, I found Juke at the bar. He said Samson had gone back to the ship early when everyone began… gyrating.” Typhon gagged, recalling the sight. “I never needed to know that I didn’t want to see Celestials getting it on with each other to know that it was something I could’ve lived the rest of my days without ever knowing. You know what I mean?”

“I might be the only person in the universe to understand what you mean by that.” Isaac laughed. He began to strip off his clothes, shedding them gladly and letting them fall to the floor. “I’m going to-,”

“Isaac.” Typhon voice rose and the Terran paused.

“What?” Isaac looked himself over. His mechanical shoulder was a sorry sight to see, sure. Most prosthetics were. Otherwise, he appeared to be his average self. Some modifications here and there over his creamy pale skin with hints of reddish hair here or there. “I know I need to start working out again. We should get a gym installed on the ship when we get back.”

“Not that.” Typhon swallowed nervously, trying to say the words. “Where… where did you get that?” He asked pointing a finger at his chest. Isaac looked down where Typhon was pointing at.

On his chest, where his heart should’ve been, was a metallic plate casing shaped over his pectoral muscle and connecting to his left arm. The front hummed with a soft energy as blue light flowed through it and into his arm.

“The Arc casing?” Isaac asked, confused. “Typhon. The hell are you talking about? I’ve always had this.” The Terran laughed, shaking his head. “You’ve seen me naked plenty of times before. What? Eyes too busy looking elsewhere? It’s a giant metal plate. Hard to miss.”

“Isaac…” Typhon swallowed. “You’ve never had that before.” The Saberwolf pressed, looking at the spot.

Isaac seemed… different. He was the same and at that same time, not. He was still the same height, roughly the same weight but there were more modifications to his body than Typhon recalled. The Terran already had an artificial eye, the left side of his head and brain had a similar casing, while his left arm was fully replaced. Now there was a casing over his heart.

It was as if Isaac were older. The time had passed Typhon by while Isaac aged before him. It scared him more than anything else.

Every time Typhon left Isaac alone, it seemed like Isaac had been through hell and back. Needing to bandage the damage done. The Saberwolf worried just how much more the Terran’s body could handle before he finally broke.

“What?” Isaac reached down to touch the metal plate. It was slightly warm from the energy flowing through it. “The Arc is an artificial heart, Typhon. I’ve explained this. It’s just a fancier model than others. I’d be dead without it.” Isaac gave the Saberwolf another look. “Are you feeling alright?”

“Isaac…” Typhon licked his suddenly dry lips. “Tell me where you got it. How about that? Remind me again. Uh, you know how dumb I can be.” Typhon fidgeted on the spot, his anxiety increasing with every passing second. He was trying not to alarm Isaac. It was hard to do that when you saw your boyfriend operated on during in his absence.

“You’re so weird,” Isaac humored him though as he turned to get the water going. On his back was a similar plating. A seal. That was what it was, Typhon realized. It was a casing that kept Isaac’s heart in place. “I got this when I lost my arm…” Isaac hesitated, needing to focus. “Odd… sorry, I just… I lost this when I lost my arm. And the side of my head…?” Isaac reached up to touch the left side of his head. “When did I get this modified again…?”

Underneath the artificial hair and skin was a metal plate, protecting the cybernetic implant that he’d gotten when he…

“When I…?” Isaac took a second. His eye looked around the room, searching for something. “Fuck, I’m so exhausted. I can’t even think straight,” he laughed as Typhon stood there in the room watching him. “I was at The Academy…” Isaac covered his mouth with a hand, trying to think past that. “What was I doing again…? What galactic year did I graduate?”

“The Academy, again…?” Typhon took a hesitant step forward. “How about you tell me about it. That place. I’d love to hear more about it.” Typhon forced a smile on his face as Isaac met his eyes in the mirror.

The cracks were still there, distorting Isaac’s reflection as always. A symptom of stress his old doctor had said. Unable to look at his reflection after all the damage that had been done to him.

“Oh, yeah, the flight academy on Terra 2 was amazing. It was a facility lifted up off the ground, believe it or not!” Isaac happily jumped on the topic. Divulging everything he knew. “It was this floating island where the students went to learn how to fly. Not literally,” Isaac quickly added as he regaled Typhon with the story. “Only the best of the best were allowed into the school. I… well, thanks to my father and a whole lot of nepotism, I was able to get in. It’s where I met Kaira and Bai’Tai at. Bai’Tai was my roommate and Kaira was an old family friend. We shared similar classes. The ones my family didn’t force me to take that is.”

Isaac forced a laugh at that, grimacing a bit as he thought it over.

“My father was a general in the Terran Fleet. Commander Mayhew. That name alone carried a weight to it. An expectation. People found out about my last name? And they’d instantly treated me better. Shaped up, as my dad would say. They’d stand at attention as if they were in front of the commander himself… I was anything but that, though.” Isaac stepped into the shower. “I could never live up to those expectations, Typhon. No matter how hard I tried.”

Isaac kept a hand on the wall for support, letting the hot water scorch his back and run over his tired, aching limbs. Washing all the stress away with it.

Typhon remained outside the shower, watching the Terran closely as he bathed.

“My brothers on the other hand did. One is already a staff sergeant. That’s Tristant, my eldest brother, and the other…” Isaac for some reason couldn’t grasp their name. “The other was… was…?”

“He went into sports, right?” Typhon gave him a helping hand.

“Right!” Isaac was thankful for the assistance. “He joined up with one of the top teams. Brought honor and pride to the family name. Then there was me…” Isaac soaped up his hair and body. As his fingers brushed the metal casing over his heart, he jumped. As if startled it was there. He knew it was. It had always been… hadn’t it?

“Isaac?” Typhon asked and the Terran jumped again, looking over at him. “Are you really… alright?”

“I’m… I don’t know, to be honest.” Isaac gave a weak chuckle, trying not to hyperventilate, as he turned off the shower. Grabbing a water absorbent towel, he began to dry off. Heading into the bedroom as he did so.

No need to put anything on. Not when he was around Typhon.

Grabbing the remote, Isaac didn’t aim it at the TV but at the large window next to their bed. It gave them a view of space, but Isaac was having enough of that. With a press of a button, the window changed. It turned to that of a red sunset over a dense jungle.

Flipping through the different filters, Isaac stopped at one of the beach. As he did so, the room filled with the sound of crashing waves over the shore. It was a familiar sound and Isaac set the remote down, wanting to drift off tonight remembering it.

“I love the ocean,” Isaac said.

“You do?” Typhon tilted his head to the side. “I don’t recall you ever really mentioning it. In fact, I thought you were afraid of what you called free water. Where the ocean is so far from the shoreline that there is no terrain to work off of. Just open, empty water…” Typhon frowned at the unnerving thought. “In a way, it’s like space. Emptiness for as far as you can see in all directions as you float there, weightless.”

“Right…” Isaac looked at the view, feeling as if he were on the shoreline of it. “Maybe you’re right,” he changed the view to something else. Idly flipping through things. “Lately, I’ve been feeling as if I have another set of memories…?” Isaac grimaced at the concerning thought. “I wish Sphinx was here. He helps me keep my thoughts focus and clear.”

“Other memories? Like whom?” Typhon scratched his chin, not understanding any of it.

“I’m unsure. Like going to places and seeing things that I swear I’ve never seen before. It’s very jarring. Feels like I’m slipping away. That something else is trying to change my memories… Just so much has happened today, Typhon. A lot of stuff that I can’t really seem to remember… or explain. Ever since a couple weeks ago, I’ve felt… off. More so than normal,” Isaac gave a pitiful laugh. “Fuck, I’m really messed up, huh…?”

“We should leave.” Typhon said and Isaac looked back at him. “If… if what happened before, happens again? I don’t… I don’t know what to do to help you.” Typhon fiddled with his fingers. “This? All of this is so out of my wheelhouse. When it’s just me and you, though, things are better. We can deal with that together. Without all this… outside interference,” Typhon growled. “Let’s just run away.”

“It’s alright, Typhon. I’m fine now. Being here helps.” Isaac said and Typhon’s tail wagged meekly hearing that. “This is supposed to be our vacation! A break from it all. From being chase, being on the run. From flying around, running errands, getting attacked, pissing off the locals and authorities AND the government of whatever sector we’re in.” He laughed. “We’re really like space pirates, huh? This place though is supposed to be safe and secure, Typhon. Really.” He added at the end seeing that Typhon wasn’t fully believing that. “I’m just going through some things, is all.”

“Right, well, don’t plan on leaving my side again during our stay then.” The Saberwolf grumbled out as he stripped down and climbed onto the bed. He pulled the covers aside, offering a spot for Isaac to lay at. Away from the door. That way if someone tried to get in, they’d have to go through Typhon first.

“I think that’d be for the best… I always feel safe when you’re around.” Isaac gave him a wink before going about his nightly routine before bed. “There is a mini fridge in here, bottles of cologne and condoms… dammit, Raph. He better not have put any cameras in here.”

“Want me to check if he did?” Typhon asked and Isaac gave him a look. Typhon clearly wanted to show him something as the Saberwolf stood there, on all fours, on the bed wagging quickly. “You won’t believe what I figured out. Watch this!”

The Saberwolf jumped up off the bed, picked Isaac up easily enough and set the Terran down on the mattress, up off the floor. Getting down on all fours, Typhon’s deep blue fur began to glow with a soft blue light. Sparks jumped from one strand of fur to another, arcing through the air as it sparked.

“I’ve been practicing.” Typhon growled out, needing to concentrate. Deep within his body he could feel something responding. Sparking with energy. In the core of his being that energy flowed out of him, through him, surging with electricity that his fur quickly soaked to release. His claws glowed softly as sparks ran down his saber fangs.

Isaac could feel a spark inside his chest at the sight. The more Typhon surged with energy, the warmer that spot grew.

“You look like a Pikachu.” Isaac smirked as he watched Typhon go all sparky again.

“Can that pi ka chu do this?” Typhon lifted up then slammed his hands against the ground.

Electricity flooded the floor, shooting out from the Saberwolf’s hands and feet. It spread like spiderwebs before bouncing up the walls. The lights reacted to it, flickering on and off as it spread before the flow of electricity gathered. To Isaac surprise, the blue sparks circled several spots within the room. The lights, the TV, other electronical devices and finally a spot in the corner of the room. Highlighting them to be view before running out of juice and fading away.

Panting, Typhon stood back up. Wiping his brow off, he flexed for Isaac.

“Told you I could do it!” The Saberwolf waited for it and Isaac, with laugh, clapped for the display. “Not sure what it is, though. I’m not like Sphinx but I haven’t just been lazing around these past few years!” The Saberwolf wagged as he walked over to the spot that had been highlighted.

Punching through the ceiling, Typhon rooted around inside before grabbing something and ripping it out of the wall. He brought the device over for Isaac to inspect.

“At least my eye is working again,” Isaac murmured as he scanned over the thing. “It appears to be a recording device of some sort. Before you broke it, it could’ve also been capable of sending a direct feed of whatever was being recorded. Thanks to you, we’ll never know.” Isaac teased. “I’m guessing this is some kind of extra insurance to have against those staying here? Future blackmail material,” Isaac sighed, frowning. “Or Raph is far kinkier than I thought he was.”

“You’re welcome.” Typhon said, crushing the device in hand and dumping the leftover bits into the trash. Wiping off his hands, he stood there, butt naked, in front of the Terran who had to look up from the groin shoved into his face.

“What?” Isaac asked.

“I did good.” Typhon’s tail perked up. “I deserve a treat,” he grinned down at the Terran and, not so subtly, pushed his groin forward. Hinting at what kind of reward he wanted. Typhon swayed his hips back and forth, making that plump sheath and fat sack sway with the motion.

“Really? Typhon, I’m tired. I have a headache. I got work in the morning,” Isaac said one cliché excuse after another as he rested back on his arms, looking up at the horny Saberwolf. “I don’t think Raph is the only one who’s kinky here.”

Typhon didn’t fall for it. Wiggling his eyebrows he just said, “Trust me. You’ll want to sniff it. Been working it up all day for you.”

Giving Typhon a look, Isaac scooted to the edge of the bed and dared to listen to his companion. Leaning closer, Isaac didn’t even need to press his nose against the canine to smell the strong musk coming off Typhon. He could practically feel it on his face after.

Coughing, Isaac pulled back, flushing warmly in the face.

“Holy shit, Typhon, what the fuck?” Isaac laughed. “You should go shower!”

“Oh, I’m sorry for being a musky god. Dancing together got me really worked up.” Typhon rolled his snout with his eyes, looking back down at Isaac. “This is your fault,” he pointed down at his crotch. Isaac saw the plump sheath twitch and a dark blue tip poke out of the opening. “You did this to him. Got him all excited and worked up with your teasing, promising him fun good times together. Then… then left me for,” Typhon whimpered pitifully, faking it as he continued. Turning away, Typhon covered his mouth with a closed fist, biting the top finger dramatically. “Left me for another man! What will the children think?”

“We don’t have kids, Typhon.” Isaac actually laughed at that.

Typhon fondled his junk, shaking his hefty orbs towards the Terran. “Yet. We don’t have kids yet,” the Saberwolf grinned. “They’re just waiting for me to breed the fuck out of you. The kids need a father.” Typhon said far too seriously for the situation.

“Oh, shut up.” Isaac slapped Typhon’s thick thigh. The Saberwolf barely felt it. He turned and Isaac gave another slap to his ass. “Stop loving me hitting you! That’s fucked up.”

“Not my fault you hit like a little limp wristed kitten.” Typhon growled back. He wiggled his butt making Isaac slap it again. With a bark, Typhon jumped slightly at that one, rubbing the spot. “No metal hand! We agreed on that.,” The Saberwolf rubbed his ass after Isaac had used his left hand.

“Serves you right.” Isaac laughed. “I just took a shower, Typhon.”

“Exactly.” Typhon wagged.

“As in, I just cleaned up…” Isaac sighed, giving Typhon a look. He couldn’t help the smiling pulling up on his cheek. It was hard to resist Typhon when he got playful like this.

“My point exactly. You washed it all off, so now it’s time for you to get smelly again. Specifically, smelling like me,” Typhon motioned to his groin with both hands, pelvic thrusting towards Isaac’s face. “You’ve had a long day,” he nodded understandably placing a hand on Isaac’s shoulder. It smelled of the alien canine’s groin. “Just bury your face against my body and let me take all your stress and worries away.”

“Typhon,” Isaac started up. He already had felt that today… that joyfulness inside. Yet, this was different, and it took the Terran a second to realize why that was. “This is real…” He said as if something had just dawned on him, a switch being flipped. “All of this is real, unlike… whatever that had been.”

“Exactly!” Typhon jumped on that, missing Isaac’s point. “I’m here. I’m real. I’m a stinky good boy that needs rubs.” He wagged. “Besides,” Typhon took a step closer, placing a foot up on the bed next to Isaac as he leaned closer, bending down to look at the Terran in front of his groin. “Once you’ve had a taste of this,” Typhon shook his groin towards Isaac with a hand. Holding his plump sheath and deep blue furred covered balls up with a hand. “You’ll forget all your worries and concerns. Promise. Just give him a kiss. Right there,” the Saberwolf fingered his sheath. “Right on these sticky, wet lips. They’ve been anticipating you all day.”

“Just a little head?” Isaac asked, needing to set some ground rules here before Typhon really did try to breed him, again. The last time had lasted the entire night and Isaac had been knotted to the horny Saberwolf for half the day after.

“Whatever you’re comfortable with.” Typhon pet a hand over Isaac’s head, tracing a finger down the side of his hair and the back of it over his cheek before rubbing those finger underneath Isaac’s nose.

“Your finger stinks of your nuts…” Isaac stated with a frown. The look on Typhon’s face told the Terran that had been the point.

“Just a little hint at what to expect.” The Saberwolf stuck his tongue out. “I just want to treat my baby right.”

“Shut up before I bite you,” Isaac scooted closer until both his feet were firmly planted on the floor. Grabbing hold of Typhon’s side for support, he leaned closer. Even from there he could feel the raw sexual heat radiating off of the Saberwolf’s groin.

“Making me want to keep talking then.” Typhon growled lustfully as he struggled to keep from just humping Isaac’s face on the spot. He placed a large hand on top of the Terran’s head. Helping guide and coax Isaac closer to him. “That’s it. Smell my body. Feel my warmth… getting hungry aren’t you? Wanting my to fill you with my pups? Drink me all down.”

“Not sure that’s how you have kids, Typhon.” Isaac closed his eyes as he nosed forward. Typhon did the rest for him, guiding his face closer before giving a half hop to close the distance. Typhon’s leg still up on the bed, opening up his groin for easier access for Isaac.

It was strong and distinct. Isaac would recognize this smell anywhere. Even before his nose touched, he could smell it. Feel it washing over his face as it filled his lungs and made everything else disappear.

It smelled of Typhon. A manly scent of male body, combined with the sweat he’d worked up during the day, along with just a hint of that smell of ozone coming off his fur. As if the two were out in a field right before a thunderstorm hit. It smelled as damp as his sweaty, furry groin was.

The fur was matted to the inner parts of Typhon’s thighs. Sweat trickling down his round, plump orbs tucked into a sheath one size too small. Making them form nicely for Isaac to see as he cracked an eye open to look.

Perfectly round and beautiful, the orbs seemed to glow with a faint blue energy in the middle making Isac chuckle lightly. Even the alien canine’s balls were magical, it seemed. Isaac reached up to fondle them, needing to make sure to only use his right hand.

They were heavy. Actually, heavy to the touch and Isaac wasn’t sure why that aroused him as much as they did. The slick, moist, sweaty fur covered his fingers in a damp film of musk. His fingers brushed underneath them and he heard Typhon yip softly. The tender spot, right underneath Typhon’s balls were it met his taint.

Lifting up those orbs, Isaac scooted an inch closer. Bending down, he let Typhon drape his fat, hefty sack over his face as he breathed him in. It was so strong, Isaac coughed at first. Chuckling after as he pushed his nose closer. Close enough that the sweaty fur parted, and that cool skin touched the tip of his nose.

Then he licked.

A soft touch with only the tip of his tongue, right between Typhon’s open legs. The Saberwolf reacted instantly with a noticeable jump, trying not to move, and desperately wanting too. Typhon covered his face with a hand, breathing heavily as Isaac continued to take his sweet time teasing him.

Tasting him.

Feeling him.

“Fuck, Typhon. I don’t think I’ll be able to smell anything but you for the next week,” Isaac huffed out a hot breath making the sack resting against his cheek pull up in response. Pulling back, he repeated the process. Breathing hotly over Typhon’s sack and watched as the Saberwolf sucked in his gut from the feel.

“Y-yes, good. That is good and I am happy to hear that.” Typhon said almost robotically, trying to keep it together as he kept his face covered with both hands. “D-don’t stop. I-I love this so much, Isaac.” The canine whined softly.

“This?” Isaac exhaled and Typhon was the one to squirm.

“Whenever you love on my body. I love it all. My ass, my paws, the way you kiss me. Taking it, receiving it. As long as I can do it all with you, I’ll do anything you want.” Typhon swallowed, looking between his fingers down at the smaller male sitting on the bed before him. “Just… don’t ever stop loving me.”

“I couldn’t, even if I tried.” Isaac smiled, groping and fondling Typhon’s sack as he did so. Rubbing the hefty orbs between his fingers, he brought his lips down to kiss them. One, then the other. Then between the two. Pressing his lips into that furry loose flesh of Typhon’s ball sack, separating his orbs as his nose pressed into that spot right underneath the Saberwolf’s sheath.

Then he exhaled. Hot and wet, Isaac warm moist breath washed over Typhon’s body and the Saberwolf feared he was going to blow right there and then even before he was fully erect.

“Fuck, Isaac.” Typhon was holding himself back so much it was beginning to hurt. Hurt in the best way possible.

“Sorry, I just can never get enough of this.” Isaac moved up, kissing the forming bulge of Typhon’s knot in the taut flesh of his filling sheath. The tip of Typhon was poking free, but the rest seemed to be trapped inside the plump sheath.

The tip twitched, oozing a clear fluid from the feel of Isaac’s full lips pressing against its knot.

“I think someone like that.” Isaac muttered softly knowing Typhon’s sharp hearing could pick it up. He just loved talking like this because it made the canine’s ears perk up, training in on him. Typhon wanting to listen to every noise and sound Isaac made.

Stroking up and down Typhon’s sheath with his thumb, Isaac moved in again. Turning to one side, Isaac kissed the knot again. Then moved over to do the same to the other side. Giving both sides equal affection as Isaac continued to stroke and rub up the center of Typhon’s fattening shaft.

The Saberwolf was moaning at this point. Growling low and deep that rumbled like thunder from his throat and out his parted muzzle.

“Feels. Good.” Typhon managed to say. Wanting to say more, to express how good this was. He struggled to form words from the teasing pleasure Isaac was giving him.

“It’s a lot harder to do with only one hand,” Isaac admitted.

“Good,” Typhon growled back. “I like… when you take your time… loving on me.” Typhon panted.

“Yeah you do,” Isaac cheekily said. He needed to stand a little to reach the tip of Typhon’s wolf hood. He pressed his lips right under that throbbing tapered tip and the Saberwolf let out a low howl from that. It only increased in volume as Isaac went down on him.

Kissing underneath Typhon’s head, Isaac licked his way up the pulsing shaft and went down over the top of it. Easily taking Typhon’s head into his mouth. It, alone, filled Isaac’s mouth. Running over his tongue and pressing against the roof of his mouth. Not that Typhon minded, giving a slow purposeful hump forward.

Carefully, Typhon rocked his hips against his lover’s face. Pressing forward until he felt his sack on Isaac’s chin, felt his strong meaty thigh against Isaac’s cheek and felt the Terran’s nose push against his sweaty curly blue groin fur.

Holding the back of Isaac’s head with a hand, Typhon continued to rock his hips forward. The motion just enough to pull his sack back so that it could slap against Isaac’s chin over and over again as he rocked.

“Feel so good. That hot mouth of yours. I’m jealous. I wish I was hot like you.” Typhon panted with a crooked smile, loving every second of this. Isaac couldn’t talk when they did this, and Typhon filled the silence for them. Over the sound of his wet, damp sack slapping against Isaac’s face, Typhon continued. “Going to give you my pups.”

Isaac groaned.

“That’s right. Going to fill you up. Making you burst. Fuck this face of yours, then fuck that tight ass. Fill you up front and back. Make you moan my name as you feel me filling you. Be a part of you. Everyone will be able to smell it. Smell me on you, in you. They’ll know.” Typhon gritted his teeth, growling deeper. “They’ll know not to touch what’s mine.”

What began slow, lovingly so, Typhon’s pace quickened. Growing faster, rougher, louder as he barked out. His fat heavy sack slapped against Isaac’s chin. It hurt slightly, the feel of it. Typhon loved it. Loved how much was touching Isaac. His hand, his nuts, his cock throbbing in the Terran’s mouth. Pulsing and dripping, squirting out lubricating pre down Isaac’s tight throat.

“Going… to pick up… the pace,” Typhon warned as he pressed forward on his leg that was still on the bed. It gave him a better angle to face fuck his partner with.

Grabbing Isaac’s head, twisting his fingers through his hair. Typhon began thrusting. Harder, faster, and louder. Louder he grew as he wanted to howl in pleasurably delight as those warm, plump red lips swallowed his cock.

Typhon could feel his shaft run over the smaller male’s tongue, down into his throat, making Isaac gag on his girth. Typhon wasn’t even halfway in but knew this was Isaac’s limits. The best part Typhon had found out about having the same partner, you could know their limits. Pushing against them, but never past them. Maximizing pleasure for both parties as he rutted like a horny teenage pup.

“Isaac,” Typhon’s voice caught in his throat. Typhon lodged his throbbing cock in Isaac’s throat, his tip sputtering, the slit flaring out as he whined. Typhon whined Isaac’s name as he came .

It was a rush.

Cool warmth filled the air around them as the sparks gathering from Typhon’s fur, gathering inside his nuts before with a glowing warmth spilled out from the tip. Through the fat length spilled over Isaac’s tongue, it throbbed. It throbbed with each deposit of Typhon’s puppy batters. Isaac couldn’t swallow it. He didn’t need to. Typhon was pumping his release directly into Isaac body, into his throat to settle inside his stomach.

Isaac felt the weight of it land inside him. Felt the cool warmth filling his body as he touched the spot with a hand. It glowed. His stomach glowed with the warmth that Typhon was filling him with. Blue balls dimming as the release came to an end. One last flow of glowing release moved through Typhon’s cock and landed in Isaac belly.

Typhon pulled back, his cock still half outside his sheath. Panting heavily, he held both legs for support as he let out a low groan.

“Holy, fuuuuuuuck,” Typhon tossed his head back, unable to get enough oxygen in his lungs after that. “I thought I was going to pop.”

“Well,” Isaac wiped his chin off before letting out a burp. The two stopped. Both freezing from the sound before exchanging a look.

Then they both burst out laughing.

“Are you feeling okay after that?” Typhon had to help Isaac to his feet.

“Yeah, that was… intense though.” Isaac rubbed his stomach. It wasn’t glowing any longer. He hoped that was a good sign. “Did you just shoot your sparky load into me?”

“It’s called electric love,” Typhon snapped his fingers, pointing at the Terran. Isaac was not amused. “What? What! That was a good one.”

“Wait,” Isaac pulled back, and Typhon didn’t resist. Watching and waiting for Isaac to come back to him willingly. Typhon was sure there was a kink to that. To have your partner all over your body, loving on you willingly.

Typhon was never one to deny Isaac his autonomy, even if he badly wanted to.

The Terran reached over, grabbing the remote again and began flipping through the various scenic pictures that had been created. He continued until he finally found what he was looking for.

“There, now it’s perfect.” Isaac said as he set the remote down and scooted back on the bed. Typhon’s ears perked up at that and he didn’t need any more encouragement than a single finger motioning for him to come forward crawling up on the bed to join his lover. “I just wanted to create the best environment for us.”

Isaac had flipped over to a rainstorm image. It moved faintly as if water was really falling and in the distance, the sound of thunder could be heard. A soft rainstorm for the evening, even artificial, that way they could share it together.

Raphael might be able to recreate the sound and imagery of the actual thing, but he had missed out on some of the smaller details that often went overlooked. Such as the smell of the rain falling or that of the dry earth opening up as it was finally hydrated. The smell of a growing storm in the distance and the feel of energy in the air.

Raphael could try and capture a moment, to preserve it forever in time, but never that feeling of being there.

“It’s beautiful, because it’s finite.” Isaac said and Typhon smiled down at him. “Even if I’ll remember this moment for a lifetime, the fact it’s fleeting makes it that much more special.” Isaac could feel tears building up in his eye. “With you.”

Reaching up a hand, Isaac touched Typhon’s face.

“You’re real.”

“Whatever you need, Isaac. I’ll gladly provide.” Typhon crawled over the Terran on all fours, looking down at him on the bed. Tilting his head to the side he nuzzled and rubbed it over Isaac’s face, neck, and upper body. Scenting him in the process. “I’ll always provide for you,” Typhon murred softly as he placed a hand on his belly. “For you and my future children.”

“Stop that,” Isaac laughed though, feeling the prick of tears in his eye. “No, sorry… don’t ever stop that, Typhon. Never stop being you.”

“I promise,” and Typhon did as he kissed the Terran, rubbing over his stomach.

“Even if I could do this a thousand times over,” Isaac held onto Typhon who didn’t resist his need for a hug. Plopping down on top of the smaller male, covering his body with his own. Isaac groaned at the feel of the heavy lug lazing over him like a rug. “Even in a thousand lifetimes, I know it would never be possible, be able to capture this moment, and yet… yet…” Isaac felt that sorrow building up inside as Typhon rested down over him. “I’d want to go again, even knowing,” how it ends.

“I’m not going anywhere, Isaac.” Typhon assured him. Isaac felt the hot tears run down the side of his face.

“I know you’re not…” Isaac didn’t have the heart to say otherwise. “I just want to spend as much time as I can with you.” Isaac pulled Typhon closer and the Saberwolf put up no fight. Gladly lounging out over the smaller male under him.

Curling his arms around Isaac, Typhon held him close to his chest, snuffling down into his hair. Letting Isaac be wrapped in his warmth, be draped in his arms, be covered by his scent and body. Isaac could hear Typhon’s heartbeat, feel it against the side of his face.

And knew, Typhon would be there for him.

“It’s funny,” Typhon said as he reached out to lift up a strand of Isaac’s hair.

“What?” Isaac couldn’t see from this angle. His face was firmly pressed against Typhon’s chest. He loved the thick wall of fur and muscle that Typhon called a chest. His pecs were the perfect size and amount of muscle to be used as a pillow.

Typhon entangled their legs, slinging one over both of Isaac’s and squeezing them greedily closer. Locking the smaller male against his body.

“Your hair was red, then black, and now I swear it’s turning blue…” Typhon chuckled as he dropped the blue tipped hair back down.

“Blue?” Isaac was a bit confused about that. “Like you?” Typhon beamed happily hearing those words.

“You really are becoming like me! I guess the saying is true. You are what you eat!” The Saberwolf squeezed Isaac closer, wagging further as Isaac tried to hit him for that one. “I wonder if we keep doing this, you’ll eventually turn all blueberry like me. Mmm, blueberry Isaac.” Typhon drooled at the thought.

“You don’t even know what a blueberry is.” Isaac pressed his hands against Typhon’s firm chest. Groping and feeling the muscle underneath greedily with his fingers. He tried not to use his left hand when he could help it, understanding the metallic feel of it was off-putting.

“I do!” Typhon let him go, practically dropping Isaac back onto the bed while he rolled over. Isaac wasn’t sure why he looked, but he did, as the Saberwolf motioned towards his groin. Showing it off to Isaac. “Look. Two blueberries!” Typhon giggled like a pup, holding up his spent nuts, as Isaac smacked him on the chest for that one.

“You’re incorrigibly terrible.”

“Yeah, but I’m your terrible.” Typhon’s smile always reached his eyes and Isaac felt that in his chest. That warmth inside made it glow faintly. A single spot that seemed to intensify after their love making.

“There is no stopping you. Even if I tied you to the bed.” Isaac rolled his eye. He was not expecting Typhon’s ears to perk up at that. The look on his face concerned Isaac. “What…?”

“Oh. OH! Let’s do that, let’s totally freaking do that!” Typhon scrambled to his feet, slipped, and fell off the bed with a painfully loud thud. Isaac covered a laugh as the Saberwolf, not even bothering to get up, pushed himself forward with his feet, dragging his arms along with his upper body as he went sniffing around the floor.

“I checked out the room before you got here,” Typhon jumped to his feet and began rooting around inside the closet. Quickly, he pulled out several corded ropes. Some were bright pink, others a obsidian black. Some even had tassels.

“The hell are those doing in there?” Isaac asked, getting up to come over to look what was inside that closet.

“There is a whole hella of a lot of a stuff in here.” Typhon said, stepping aside to give Isaac room to look. The Saberwolf tested the rope several times. “I think this’ll hold.”

“Fucking a, Raphael.” Isaac slapped a hand over his face, dragging it down slowly as he looked into the closet.

From cords to whips to chains, the entire walk-in closet was filled with all manner of things one would only find in an adult shop. There were masks, leather vests and a full rainbow of different size, shaped and lengths of dildos. Anal beads hung on the wall behind them like an avid collectors display case. Some spiked, some cubed shaped, while others looked fatter than Typhon’s nuts were. Which was saying something.

“He really does know how to treat a friend,” Typhon wagged from behind Isaac, eager and excited to see what the Terran would do with this newfound knowledge. For a second, Typhon was worried that Isaac wasn’t interested. Then the Terran gave him a smirk.

“And you wanted to leave early.” Isaac said as he slapped one of the paddles into his hand. “I’m gonna tan your ass.”

Typhon’s fur stood up as the Saberwolf felt the shiver run up and down his body. Quickly, Typhon ran back towards the bed and, in midair, turned around and landed on top of it. Throwing out his arms and legs the Saberwolf offered his body to the other man.

“My body is ready, and my soul is willing!” Typhon practically howled at the end.

“You sure you’re comfortable with this?” Isaac asked, walking over with one of the bundles of rope.

“I was made for this,” Typhon grinned. “Besides, I doubt your little limp wristed kitty slaps can ever hurt me.” The Saberwolf teased and Isaac, even knowing that was the point, got worked up by the insult.

“Oh. Oh! So that’s how you want to be?” Isaac leaned over and began to tie up one of Typhon’s wrists to the top of the bed post. He gave it one good pull, making Typhon whine as it tightened around his wrist. “I’ll show you how limp wristed I can be.” Loop the cord over, Isaac, buck naked, climbed over the Saberwolf to the other side. Isaac ignored the nosing snout pushing between his legs, Typhon practically sniffing his ass as Isaac faced the other way. Tying up the other hand as well. “You are going to get it.” The Terran jumped off the bed.

“Yeah? You think you have it in you?” Typhon asked before sneering. “I thought you were too tired and too exhausted to play.” Typhon tried to mimic Isaac voice, whining at the end. “No Typhon, stop, my little bitch ass self can’t handle all the MAN that you are!”

“I have never once in my life ever said or sounded like that!” Isaac sat on Typhon’s chest as the Saberwolf grinned. “You are such an ass.”

“I know,” Typhon stuck his tongue out playfully. “What are you going to do about it? Or, what are you going to do to me?” The canine’s low growl filled the room over the sound of the rain drops falling against the window.

“Just wait and see,” Isaac leaned closer and kissed the Saberwolf’s nose. Typhon licked over the spot and grinned. “You are such a dork.”

“Yeah, but I’m your dork.” The canine wagged as Isaac grinded his semi-hard cock between Typhon’s pecs. Rubbing it up and down between those two firm mounds of muscle, through his dense fur to the softer underfur and against his surprisingly cool body. “Fuck, I could blow right now if I kept this up.”

Typhon whined softly.

“I want to feel it too, you know. Don’t deprive me, you brute, you beast! Monster. That’s what you are,” Typhon said this while trying to lick at Isaac’s throbbing head. Wanting to lap over those glands and tease Isaac tip until he felt the hot rush fill his muzzle.

Typhon’s cool breath made Isaac shiver as he pulled back.

“Don’t worry puppy, you’ll get it soon enough.”

Isaac had been curious one evening and had done a thermal scan of Typhon’s body. Other than his mouth, armpits, paws and groin, Typhon’s body ran colder than Isaac’s did. It was a strange contrast seeing just how blue Typhon was underneath that thermal scan, but the glowing red of those musky spots was very arousing.

“Explains a lot,” Isaac smiled. Typhon tilted his head, but the Terran didn’t feel the need to explain it. It was one of those little things he liked to know about Typhon without ever sharing. “You stay right there, I’ll be back.”

“Like I can go anywhere,” Typhon whined, feigned to struggle against the ropes. “You brute, you beast! Taking advantage of me like this. Poor innocent, naïve, virgin me!”

“Virgins?” Isaac did laugh at that. “Of course I have to. I’m a monster, remember? If I don’t? Who else would?” Isaac teased, winking at Typhon before disappearing into the walk-in closet again. Dramatically holding the top of the closet, looking back at Typhon before swinging his way inside as if it were a dancer’s pole.

Typhon snorted at that.

“And he calls me a dork,” Typhon rolled his eyes. “Oh, hey! What do you want to eat for breakfast tomorrow?” Typhon called, stretching out a leg while he ate. Isaac hadn’t bothered tying up Typhon’s legs. “Isaac? I was thinking eggs benedict if they have it here. Or just ham. Glazed ham. With honey butter and… Isaac?” He called again, whimpering a little. “I don’t like when I can’t hear you.”

“One second, fuck this is a lot tighter than I thought it’d be.” There was a bang from within the closet and a rattle of chains as Isaac stumbled. “Holy shit, is this made for a femboy? Why is it riding up my ass like that?” A moment of silence. “It won’t come off! Damn you sexy lingerie and your soft temptations.”

Typhon’s ears perked up, eyes widening in curiosity as he listened to Isaac struggle. It wasn’t long before he got a view.

“Okay, so like… there was a lot of stuff in there. I hope this works.” Isaac stepped out from the closet to show what he had put on. He wasn’t, technically, naked any longer but the tight leather and fishnet stockings hugged his body tightly hid little from view. He hoped his body hair wasn’t off putting. “How do I look?” Isaac poised.

“You have to do the walk.”

“I’m not doing the fucking walk.”

“Bitch please, walk or I’m gonna walk!” Typhon huffed and Isaac, with a roll of his eyes, did the runway walk towards Typhon. Strutting his stuff before turning around and shaking his ass. Turning around he showed the dark blue g-string riding up his ass.

Typhon let out a whooping woof. Unable to clap, he used his feet to try and mimic the action looking like an idiot.

“I prefer jockstraps, personally. This feels like it’s flossing my asshole,” Isaac blushed as Typhon continued to stare. “What? Does it not look good?”

“Oh, no, no. Not that,” Typhon swallowed the pooling drool in his mouth. “I just… want to bite you, really, really bad right now.” Isaac blush grew in intensity at that. “You look just, wow, fuck Isaac, you look amazing. Chew on that ass. Slap the other cheeks while you ride my fat cock…” Typhon murred deeply, closing his eyes as he squirmed tied to the bed. “I want to feel your ass so bad!”

“You already blew.” Isaac felt the need to remind him.

“Once. I blew once,” Typhon rolled his eyes with a huff. “You think that can sate me?” He said loudly, opening his legs. “I got plenty to spare!”

“You’re an idiot.”

“Yeah, but I’m your idiot.” Typhon grinned, wiggling his eyebrows. “Going to floss my teeth with that thong after your done with it.” Isaac laughed at that.

“Wait, wait. One last thing.” Isaac pulled on the pup mask he’d found in the back. “There. How do I look now?” With a leather vest, stockings, black fingerless gloves, a collar, and a pup mask on, Isaac asked Typhon.

“Woof.” Typhon growled. Isaac could see Typhon’s sheath jump in response, the tip poking out again, drooling a thick clear fluid. “You look like the perfect pup daddy.”

“If you keep that up, I’m going to spank you.” Isaac slapped the paddle in his hand again. It was hard to breathe through the tight forming mask, but it felt right to wear it. He might be of a different alien race than Typhon. It didn’t mean they couldn’t role play and pretend otherwise like this.

“Do it to me, you coward!” Typhon turned his hips, shaking his ass at him. “Paddle me daddy! I’ve been bad.”

“Wait, are you serious or…?” Isaac asked, faltering a bit now.

“I’m actually, uh, unsure, I thought you were into this?” Typhon asked and the two gave each other a look. Before breaking out into a fit of giggling laughter. “Ah, this is so dumb.”

“Yeah it is.” Isaac said as he walked over to the bed. Standing between Typhon’s open legs. He hadn’t bothered tying up Typhon’s ankles, knowing how much Typhon liked to move his legs during this. Typhon was a kicker.

“I’m having fun.” Typhon beamed happily.

“Me too, Typhon. Me too.” Isaac ran the leather riding crop paddle up Typhon’s leg, teasing his inner thigh with it. Lifting up his fat sack at the end, he looked at the Saberwolf who squirmed. “I haven’t even paddled yet.”

“The idea of you paddling there,” Typhon squirmed some more and let out a whine.

“What? No, never.” Isaac laughed as he withdrew the paddle and slapped it into his hand. The very sound made Typhon jump slightly, letting out a soft yip. “I was always told that it’s more the sound,” he slapped again and the Saberwolf let out a soft whine. “The idea of the slap,” he did it again. “Is what the main arousal comes from.”

“You aren’t going to hit me?” Typhon stuck out his bottom lip, whimpering.

“What? No.” Isaac tossed it behind him without a care. “I have plenty of other means to torture you with than that.” Isaac gave an evil laugh, covering the front of the mask with the back of his hand. “I have you for all night, Mr. Typhon. You think I won’t get you to spill your secrets.”

“Oh, oh. I love being the trapped spy,” Typhon cleared his throat. “I’ll never tell you where the plans to the darth star is.”

“Not exactly what I was going for, but whatever.” Isaac laughed as he ran his hands up Typhon’s legs. He mimicked the gesture he’d done with the paddle and lifted up Typhon’s sack with his finger. He could feel the heft and weight of it. The musky warmth washed over his hand as Typhon murred softly at the feel of being touched like this.

Just lifting up his sack, Isaac could feel the cool warmth coming from between Typhon’s sweaty thighs. Maybe he should’ve gotten Typhon to shower before this. Rubbing a finger underneath his sack, Isaac teased Typhon’s taint all the way down to his round donut of a tail hole.

“You’re going to make me spill my secret all over your face if you keep this up.” Typhon lewdly implied, panting down at Typhon, his arms still lifted up above his face. Turning his head, Typhon sniffed one of his armpits and let out a low groan. “Oh, I should stop showering more often.”

“I’ll make you spill more than just your guts, Mr. Typhon.”

“Ew,” Typhon said and the two exchanged another shared laugh. Moving his foot, Typhon reached up and pressed the sole of his paw pads against Isaac’s chest. His foot took up his entire chest and Isaac chuckled softly at that, needing to use both hands to hold it up for the Saberwolf. “You just love this, don’t you?”

“What?” Isaac glanced up at him, rubbing Typhon’s toes.

“This. Taking advantage of me. Me, the big strong space wolf. The one everyone else would think to be in charge, expect to be in charge.” Typhon groaned loudly, not evening trying to contain the sound of his pleasure as Isaac rubbed over his foot. “Taking care of me… doing all the work… loving on me… worshipping my body, yet the one holding my leash the entire time. The one whose really in command, in control. It’s not me, it’s you. All you,” Typhon’s tail thumped against the bed.

“Does it bother you that I like to take control?” Isaac asked and Typhon snorted out a laugh at that, tilting his muzzle up and letting it out in a sharp bark.

“Hell no! Not at all. I need this. The permission to just… let go. For someone else to take control of things. My entire life people have expected things of me, Isaac. Expected me to lead attack squads and work my up the ranks to commander,” Typhon rolled his eyes at the thought. “I never wanted any of that. I know where you’re coming from with your family, as I was in a very similar position.”

“Yeah?” Isaac nosed down. He could smell the strong musky odor of Typhon’s paw. The thick paw pads were firm to the touch yet yielding to Isaac’s touch. Isaac could press a finger into them. Indenting a spot after as Typhon let him do as he pleased with his body.

Isaac could’ve spat on Typhon and the Saberwolf would’ve enjoyed it. It was strange having this much control and power over someone else that loved every second of it. Not being in control.

“Big strong, tough Commander Typhoon.” Isaac said, using Typhon’s real name. A name the Saberwolf had happily abandoned to be with Isaac. “I could see that. In a fancy uniform, all stuck up with a stick up your ass.” Isaac laughed.

He continued to rub and knead Typhon’s paw. The Saberwolf helped him lift it up, letting Isaac press his face against it. Feeling it press back against him. The toes curling around his face, the smell coming off it. The sweaty fur tickling his nose between Typhon’s toes.

There wasn’t a part of Typhon that Isaac didn’t love.

“To be responsible for other people like that? No thanks.” Typhon let out a content sigh, loving when Isaac took care of him like this. “The only one I wanted to take care of is you. Knowing you’d do the same for me. This... This is the vacation I wanted.”

“To be tied to the bed while I take advantage of you?” Isaac asked, bending down to kiss Typhon’s big toe before letting his foot go.

“I couldn’t ask for anything else.” Typhon grinned. “Well, maybe one thing,” Typhon smirked.

“What’s that?” Isaac laughed.

“I wish I was tied to you.” Typhon stuck out his bottom lip, whimpering. “Please, pup daddy, let me be tied to you. So, I can give you my pups!” Typhon snarled at the end, fighting against the restraints as if threatening to pounce on Isaac right there and then.

For a second, Typhon actually looked like a fierce Saberwolf warrior. His eyes had darken, ears folding back and his hackles had lifted. That sparking energy had begun, and the low rumbling growl would’ve made anyone else fear for their safety.

Isaac didn’t even flinch. That was how much he trusted Typhon.

“And this is why we tie you up. You know you’d be great with a muzzle on,” Isaac tried to contain his laugh. “Tie you up, muzzle you, turn you around and spank that ass until he whine for mercy.”

“Oh, oh! Put your cock in my mouth, then tie it shut. That way I can suck on you the entire time I’m muzzled.” Typhon grinned, wagging like an idiot again at his brilliant, million-dollar idea.

“You’re insatiable, Typhon.” Isaac chuckled. Clapping his hands together, he got the Saberwolf’s attention. “Now then. How do we want to do this.”

“You.” Typhon corrected. “How do you want to do this to poor, innocent, helpless me.” The Saberwolf struggled, letting out a pitiful whine. “You brute, you beast.” He kept saying, mostly likely from an old spaghetti western the two had watched together.

“Maybe I really should muzzle you.” Isaac laughed. “Maybe that’d get you to shut up.”

“Nah, you love the sound of my deep, manly voice.” Typhon said, lowering his voice more. “Hey baby, you tired? Because you’ve been swimming around my mind all day.”

“Unbelievable,” Isaac sighed as he ran a hand down Typhon’s leg. He didn’t stop at his sack, instead moving down lower, underneath it, between Typhon’s sweaty thighs and to his slick hole. “Did you clean up before I got here?”

“I was waiting.” Typhon huffed as if annoyed. “Had to make sure I was ready for your arrival.”

“Unbelievable,” Isaac repeated, laughing after as he ran his finger up and down and all-around Typhon’s slick donut of a hole. “You know… it’s been a while since we’ve,” he added some pressure and Typhon moaned softly. His hole was soft and warm, a cool warmth exhaling from the opening that Isaac was currently fingering. “Done anything with you. I feel like I’m always the one getting it.”

“Do whatever you want with me, just don’t stop doing it.” Typhon panted out, tilting his head to the side, and letting his tongue hang out. “Love the way you touch me. Feels so damn good. Your touch is electric.” Typhon woofed, toes clenching tightly from that finger.

Isaac chuckled at the pun as he continued to worm his finger inside. He felt Typhon clench around him, opening and clenching again as pushed another finger inside. It was tight but form fitting. Isaac could possibly get his entire hand inside if he had wanted too.

The idea made him blush, feeling Typhon’s ass squeezing around a third finger.

“Good boy.” Isaac smiled at that. He continued to finger and tease Typhon. The Saberwolf groaned, lifting up his legs obediently without words. “You are such an ass man. It’s kind of ridiculous.” Isaac laughed. “I could spend all night here and you still would be begging me for more. You’d be used, spent, raw and sore and still be whining for me to go deeper.”

“Yes, freaking stick your arm inside me.” Typhon groaned and Isaac flushed at that. “Spit on my hole and glazed my donut. Rim my sweet ass like it’s your whole world.”

“Damn, wish I was this sensitive.” Isaac felt the warmth of Typhon’s hole with the tip of his fingers as he pulled back. Typhon whimpers rose at being left empty after Isaac pulled out. “I’m just glad you aren’t one of those aliens.”

“Those?” Typhon quirked an eyebrow, looking down at Isaac who was wiping his hand off. Raphael had provided them with plenty of tools to clean up after with.

“You know the one’s I’m talking about,” Isaac shuddered. Spreading Typhon’s legs apart, he leaned forward. Typhon easily supported Isaac’s weight with his legs as he watched the Terran looking him over. “Out of every alien I could’ve bumped into, it’s a miracle you were the one who I found.”

“It’s fate.” Typhon smiled cheesily at that. “You were meant to eat my ass. Sucks to be you. Or would it suck to be me?” Typhon tried to think that one over as Isaac had to stop himself from walking out of the room.

“Why, oh why, are you the one I happened to fall in love with?” Isaac sighed. “You silly, cheezy space doggo.”

“You love cheese?” Typhon shrugged. He moved a paw over, wiggling his toes. “You sure do love the smell of these.”

Isaac gagged at that, laughing as his face turned redder. He felt a tingling warmth in his chest as he smiled at Typhon.

“The one thing about you that I enjoy, Typhon? Is that you don’t smell like cheese,” he winked at him before moving leg closer. Taking the other, Isaac laid them over his shoulders as he dropped down to his knees.

Typhon stretched out, wrists still tied up as he hung his legs over the side of the bed, over Isaac’s back and gave a strong squeeze. Encouraging Isaac to scoot closer between them.

“I could fall asleep like this.” Typhon sighed, tail thumping against the bed.

“Please don’t fall asleep while I’m trying to eat you out.” Isaac felt the need to bring up. His nose was pressed against those fat orbs again and he could feel the hair on his head standing up as the air around them became energized.

“No, no. I mean you falling asleep between my legs. I don’t know why we haven’t done that before.” Typhon grinned. “We’ve done practically everything else! Just wrap my long legs around you, squeezing you close to my balls. Have my two favorite things in the universe together.”

“You are such a dork,” Isaac felt Typhon squeeze his strong sides against his face, squishing the Terran between them.

“Heh, Isaac sandwich. With my buns. Nice.” Typhon stuck the tip of his tongue out. Isaac bit his thigh and Typhon growled at that. “Yeah, I’m your sandwich. Take a bite out of me.”

“Is there no off switch to you?”

“You know there isn’t.”

“Of course,” Isaac laughed as he nosed over Typhon’s sack. It smelled as strong as before. The sweat making the fur form around the sides of the blue furred sack, right where they rubbed against his thighs. That was where Isaac started at.

Rubbing his nose between that firm muscular thigh and the plump softness of Typhon’s sack, Isaac pressed his nose just underneath it before taking a slow, deep breath of it. It filled his longs, his body, and his being. All Isaac could or wanted to think of was Typhon. Of this man with him here and now, between the stars.

“Maybe I could get used to sleeping between your legs,” Isaac smiled at the idea, nosing further down.

“You are always welcome to do so,” Typhon licked his lips. He rolled his leg to the side, opening up the space for Isaac to climb up on the bed. To join him. To get off his knees and curl up between the Saberwolf’s strong legs. “I’ll support you whenever you do.”

“Only then?” Isaac ran a finger down the other side, feeling the damp fur and flesh underneath. He scratched the spot. Gently running his fingers through Typhon’s fur and down underneath. Just enough to lift that sack up to press his face underneath.

“Always.” Typhon murred feeling Isaac let go of him, feel his fat sack lay over Isaac’s face. He could feel Isaac scoot closer, feel the bed around them shift as he did so. Typhon didn’t stop Isaac. Even when he began to undress.

Sweating now, Isaac took it all off. The mask, the vest, the collar. All the things Raphael had provided for them to use and play with.

They didn’t need it.

All they needed were each other as Isaac climbed closer, fully on the bed, curled up between Typhon’s legs. The Saberwolf moved the blanket aside, draping it over his lower half with Isaac underneath. Leaving it there as he continued to feel Isaac pushed against him. Trying to crawl that much closer to his body. Needing the cool warmth and comfort that Typhon could offer Isaac on night’s like this.

Curling a leg over Isaac’s back, the other underneath the Terran’s ass. Typhon pulled Isaac closer to him. Close enough until there wasn’t any space separating them.

“Don’t stop,” Typhon said, and Isaac licked him. Licking his sweaty fur and flesh, tasting Typhon on his lips. “Good boy,” the Saberwolf’s dick twitched in response from the feel. “Just stay here with me, Isaac. Today, tomorrow, and forever. I’ll never let you go.”

Isaac had Typhon’s sack on his face, the strong male smell filling his lungs and the cool warmth of the Saberwolf’s groin making him sweat. He didn’t need to reply. His response was to lick lower. A firm press of his tongue against the Saberwolf’s tailhole was the best answer Typhon could’ve asked for.

“Fuck,” Typhon breathed out between clenched teeth. “That’s the spot.”

Hot and slick, Isaac continued to love on it. On him. Isaac could’ve sworn it glowed softly with that familiar blue light. A soft neon blue acting like a nightlight underneath the blanket. It was an amusing thought as he gripped Typhon’s thigh for support, turning his head to press his lips against it. He felt it twitch, it react to that. Opening and squeezing as Typhon flexed his muscles.

“Oh, Isaac.” Typhon whimpered, curling his toes as he felt Isaac’s tongue slip inside and lick at his walls. “Life was never so good until I met you.”

Isaac spread his cheeks, opening Typhon up further. Typhon lifted a leg for him. He felt Isaac shift, scooting underneath it before lapping at his dog bowl. Tongue slapping against his sensitive flesh, licking hungrily at it. Hot drool ran down his crack. Isaac drooled inside him and Typhon fidgeted, trying not to push his ass against that sweet face between his thighs.

“Fuck, I can’t.” Isaac pulled back. For a second Typhon thought he was going to stop. Instead, the Terran crawled up on him. Grinding his erect cock against the Saberwolf’s sheath. Typhon lifted up the covers, watching the show.

The look on Isaac’s face was pure bliss as he slid his head down between Typhon’s orbs, along his sweaty taint and down to his hole. Rubbing it around it clockwise, Isaac, panting, looking up at him.

“Can I?” He asked and Typhon’s tail wagged.

“I love how you ask,” Typhon said as he scooted down. He was glad he was so fit as it made it possible to lift his ass up, invitingly so, without the use of his hands. “I’ve been waiting my entire life for you to do so.”

“Dramatic much?” Isaac wiped his face off on the back of his hand. Gagging, he pulled a blue strand of fur out of his mouth. “Lovely. Add that to the collection of your ass fur that’s ended up in my throat.”

Typhon grinned at that. “It’s enough to fill a pillow at this point.”

“Ass fur pillow,” Isaac laughed as he moved into position. Holding Typhon’s leg with one hand, he took hold of the base with the other. “Okay if I don’t use lube?”

“You know how naturally lubricant I am,” Typhon stuck his tongue out.

“Freaky aliens, I swear.” Isaac rolled his eye, pressing just the tip against him. “Ohhh, fuck. Forgot how cool you are.” The Terran shuddered from the feel touching his tip. “It’s like trying to stick it into a cold pie,” he laughed at the horrible imagery that brought.

“I am super cool,” Typhon winced, closing his eyes as the first inch breached his hole. It was a lot looser than Isaac was, but they both blamed that on the fact Typhon was also a lot larger than Isaac was.

“Minty fresh, I think you said last time.” Isaac huffed, sweating even more as he pushed against him. It was like pushing his dick into warm water. The cool sensation was there, behind that initial heat. It was the grooves of Typhon’s inner ass that made Isaac gasp as the Saberwolf squeezed around his length. Isaac swore Typhon pulled him closer with the motion. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” He gritted his teeth, grabbing Typhon tightly. “Warm me next time.”

“Already?” Typhon opened an eye to look at him. Isaac flipped him off and the Saberwolf laughed. “Not that I would have minded. I know how you inferior races can’t-,” Typhon started up with before letting out a loud yip as Isaac thrusted inside him. Past that resistance into the depths of the Saberwolf’s tail hole.

It was cool. Warm and cool. It formed around him. Tight enough to give Isaac plenty of pleasure, yet loose enough for the smaller male to have his way with the larger man.

“You’re my icy hot,” Isaac huffed out, shivering at the strange contrast between the room’s temperature and Typhon’s body. It wasn’t bad, just different. Just like Typhon was. A good kind of different Isaac needed in his life.

With everything going on, all his family issues, his past… Isaac could forget it all. Let it go during these times together with Typhon. That might’ve been what he enjoyed most about being with the Saberwolf. Typhon was so incredible that he could make him forget everything else.

Pulling back, Isaac kept the head of his length inside. Biting his lower lip, Isaac looked down at the sight. Committing it to memory. His head inside his lover’s body, Typhon’s sack drooping down enough to touch the top of it. The way the Saberwolf’s sheath was full, his knot swelling in the base of it and yet only the tip was exposed. He watched as Typhon squeezed around it, his head, doing that pulling suction motion again with his ass in the process. Isaac winced, trying not to give in just yet to the feel of Typhon’s neediness.

It did encourage him to rock his hips forward.

Sliding his length within Typhon’s body, all the way down until Typhon’s ass cheeks were pressed firmly against his body and, balls deep in, Isaac had to stop. He huffed and breathed out. It was so nice that he could’ve stayed there forever. Buried deep inside his lover.

Typhon clenched around him and Isaac let out a moan.

“Always worry I’m not big enough for you, then you go do that.” Isaac moved the blanket off and took hold of both of Typhon’s legs. Using them to hold himself up with, he began thrusting into the Saberwolf. Isaac didn’t start slow. He doubted he would last much longer from the feel of Typhon around him like this.

The longer they stayed like this, the slicker Typhon’s body became. That cool warmth being replaced by heat as they mated. It made Isaac shiver again, feeling how much Typhon’s body changed and reacted to him. How strange and foreign and alien it was, and how he would never change that.

Thrusting and humping, Isaac picked up speed. Sweat trickled down the back of his neck, running down his back all the way down to his ass as Typhon kept both his knees up and over his shoulder. The additional weight wasn’t helping, but there was an allure to it. To the other man’s legs on him like this. His weight pressing down on his shoulders as Isaac fucked his brains out.

Harder, faster Isaac thrusted into him. He felt the walls squeeze around him and Isaac had to bite his bottom lip from finishing right there and then.

Typhon grunted and groaned, moaning every now and then with “that’s the spot” or “right there, right there” as Isaac continued. Crying out his name, letting out woofs and barks, panting near the end as drool covered the side pillow. Typhon never let him go with his legs. Isaac was thankful for the support that was Typhon, holding onto his legs with both arms. Isaac’s balls slapped against Typhon’s firm ass. Bouncing off it each time he did.

“Firm. Soft. Sweaty ass wolf.” Isaac huffed and panted. As he took a second to breathe, Typhon squeezed his paws around his face. Sandwiching Isaac’s face between his large, sweaty paws. Catching the Terran off guard with that move.

A deep lustful growl filled the room, Typhon’s voice dipping down as he spoke.

“Don’t stop.” Typhon ordered and Isaac, the one to whimper, kept it up. This was a work out in itself as he fucked the larger male who refused to let Isaac go. Sweaty paw pads rubbed over his face; his toes messed up Isaac’s hair. The air smelled of Typhon. All Isaac could feel was Typhon’s body. The sweat, the heat, the feel. It was threatening to consume him. “You tease me so much,” Typhon panted. “You fucking beautiful man. Fuck me harder. Give it to me. Everything your thinking, everything your feeling,” he huffed and panted, groaning out as Isaac rubbed against that special spot again. Rubbing against that heated warm prostate of the Saberwolf, feeling it react to the pleasure coursing through their combined bodies. “That’s right. Give it to me. Right there! Let me take it all for you. I’ll carry that burden for you, Isaac. Oh, Isaac. Let me carry your puppies.”

Isaac panted.

“Isaac,” Typhon cried out, wanting so bad to stroke himself off as Isaac fucked him like this. “Fill me. I need it. I need you! I need you so fucking much.”

“I’m… getting close,” Isaac breathed in one of Typhon’s stinky, sweaty paws as he humped him faster. Harder. Long. Each push was to the hilt; each time Isaac felt his nuts drawing closer to his body. They just refused to end this pleasure so soon. “Ah, stupid, fucking,” Isaac closed his eyes.

He could hear the sounds of Typhon’s ragged breaths. Feel the cool warmth enveloping him. The heat, the sweat, the smell. Oh, the smell was so strong. He’d be stinking of Typhon for the rest of the week, Isaac was sure.

Isaac let his restraints go. Let it out come down. Give himself to that feel, that smell of the Saberwolf. Give his entire being to Typhon, not just in this moment.

“Forever,” Isaac said the words that slipped past his lips. “Forever, Typhon.”

Typhon squeezed around him, pressed his paws against him. Howling out as their bodies became one and their lights shimmered together in brilliant blue.

All these things triggered it. Bringing Isaac to that glorious finish line. Stacking on top of each other just as he thrusted forward, just as Typhon squeezed his ass. Just as Typhon said the words Isaac always longed to hear.

“Isaac,” Typhon clenched his ass, refusing to let him go. “Forever.”

It was eternity. It was the beginning and the end. It was a moment of pure, absolute, genuine bliss and joy that Isaac finally accepted the cruel truth he never wanted to admit to himself.

And Isaac came.

A rush that poured out of him that made his chest burn with a brilliant blue light that exploded with his release as he cried out as Typhon nursed his aching shaft for all he was worth. Draining every drop out of Isaac’s body, his very being, his very soul pouring deep into Typhon’s body.

Every thought, every concern, every dark, damp pit inside of him threatening to consume and drown him forever…

Isaac let it go.

Let everything go. His past, his present, his future. Isaac gave it all to Typhon. All his worries and concerns building up these past several weeks. All his doubts and fears. Even knowing the truth, how it ends, Isaac was okay with that.

“As long as I can be with you,” nothing else mattered.

He was finally okay as everything washed over him, sweeping him away in the current that was Typhon.

Isaac felt as if he were floating in a sea of stars. Everything was blue and clear. Stars twinkled around them as Isaac finally opened his eyes. Sparks danced before them as he more felt than saw his length slip out of Typhon.

Exhausted and spent, Isaac felt like he was the one hanging there.

His length continued to dribble onto the sheets. Not that either of the two cared as they caught their breath. The air stunk of sex. Isaac could smell Typhon’s release. Unsure when, during all of that, the Saberwolf had came again. He was glad Typhon did. Glad he could make Typhon feel as wonderful as Typhon made him feel.

Isaac wanted to cry from sheer joy. Of this moment. Of Typhon.

“Typhon,” he said the name. Loving the way it sounded.

There was a crack, a break and Typhon pulled one of his hands free to steady Isaac with. Breaking the head board to catch Isaac who was threatening to fall face first onto the Saberwolf’s release. The idea made Isaac laugh. That would’ve been one hell of a sticky landing.

“Oh, Typhon. I thought I exploded.” Isaac touched his chest. It was hot and warm. There, in it, he could feel a warmth glowing from the chest plate over his heart. A shard of light that illuminated his soul for all to see. It was blue as Typhon was. “I’m not sure what happened.”

“Isaac,” Typhon looked at him as Isaac panted, sweat dripping from his brow. Looking up, Isaac met his eyes. “You’re glowing.”

Isaac looked down at himself. Blue light radiated from his body, and he laughed. A soft sound that filled the room. His body felt cool and yet warm, like it was flowing through a tropical sea. It rushed around him, through him and became a part of him.

Was this how Typhon always felt? Maybe with less glowing. Maybe…

“You’re chest,” Typhon quickly undid the straps on his other wrist and tossed the ropes aside. Checking on Isaac after. The Terran still sat there, between his legs. Exhausted and spent in more ways than one. “You’re hair!” Typhon reached out, touching Isaac’s dark blue hair. “It’s blue.” Typhon snorted, unable to help but smile. “It looks like my fur…”

Reaching up, Isaac tried to pull a strand out to see it. It looked as if he’d just dyed it.

“Does it… look bad?” Isaac winced, holding his chest. “Fuck. That hurt. In the best way possible,” he wanted to collapse but Typhon was there to support him. “I came so hard I shot lightning,” he laughed at just how stupid that was.

That was what it felt, he realized. It felt like he had just stuck his fork into an electric socket. Yet it wasn’t his fork, it was his dick. And it wasn’t an outlet, it was Typhon’s ass.

“Your ass shocked me.” Isaac glared at the Saberwolf who was still left flabbergasted as to how that had happened.

“You, I mean, how? When? What!” Typhon looked him over, touching his skin. Typhon pulled his hand back. “You feel… cool.” He swallowed, looking up at Isaac. “I know I was joking that you’d become what you eat, but, uh… not sure how to explain this. I think you really became a part of me…? Or I a part of you?” Typhon fumbled with his hands trying to connect the dots and coming up even more confused than before. “Can Terran’s become Saberwolves?” He asked, worry making him whine.

Isaac gave a weak shrug to that.

“Do I look bad?” Isaac ran a hand through his hair, wincing slightly as he did so. He was so spent he was afraid of fainting. Teetering to one side, Typhon caught him.

Without even bothering to clean up their mess, Typhon quickly pulled Isaac over up and onto his body. The sticky release of the Saberwolf covered them. It coated their bodies with his strong, powerfully male stench and Isaac chuckled. In any other situation, he would’ve said Typhon had done that on purpose.

“You didn’t answer my question,” Isaac closed his eyes. Resting his face against Typhon’s chest. He felt so much better being closer to Typhon. As if, all he needed, was a recharge after that.

“You look… amazing.” Typhon smiled, petting the side of his face lovingly. “You…” Typhon’s voice hitched in his throat, catching as he swallowed it down. Closing his eyes, his body shuddered. “I love you, Isaac.” He opened his eyes. “My starlight. You really became… My star.”

“Typhon?” Isaac rested his head against the comfort that was Typhon’s body.

“Yes?” Typhon asked, not even bothering to cover the two with the blanket.

“Can I ask you something?” Isaac said. “You can of course, refuse…”

“Anything.” Typhon nuzzled him.

“Will you marry me?” Isaac asked as everything began to go dark, and sleep threatened to take him. “I don’t want to be a Terran anymore… to be a Mayhews… I want to be your partner, nothing else. Free of that burden, that stress, those expectations.” Isaac clung to Typhon’s chest. “Can I just take your name and call it good? We can run away. Elope… that’s the word for it. Screw family, screw it all… let’s just get hitched.”

“Even without my name,” the snout nuzzled against his hair. “Even without some papers or documents. No matter if all the stars in the night sky burn out,” Typhon tilted his chin up and their lips met. Isaac was already asleep by the time Typhon finished. “You are My Starlight. All I need is you to guide me, so I don’t get lost in the dark…”