FSE

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Sam had been at the docks for hours before anything happened.

Rain slicked the concrete, soaked through his jacket, blurred the sodium lights into smeared halos along the water. The tip had been thin but persistent, a late-night weapons trade tied to a gang he’d been circling for weeks. The same names kept surfacing whenever he chased the missing persons. The same territories overlapped with the mutilated bodies. And always, hovering at the edges of witness statements and police euphemisms, the same problem word: animal.

An animal no one had actually seen.

Four men gathered near the far containers. Low voices. Careful spacing. A deal, Sam thought. Finally, the missing link.

He raised his camera and took a few shots. Grainy silhouettes. Hands exchanging something too small to make out. Faces half-lit, already forgettable. Not enough, but proof that something was happening.

Then someone screamed.

The sound cut off abruptly, wet and final. Blood burst into the air where nothing stood, spraying in a violent arc before the first man collapsed, his throat opened by something Sam couldn’t see. Another was lifted off the ground and hurled into a shipping container with bone-cracking force, then driven down again, mauled savagely as blood splattered over empty space, outlining something fast, powerful, and wrong.

Sam staggered back and struck an empty oil drum.

The clang rang out across the docks.

The remaining men snapped toward the sound.

So did the blood.

It stopped spraying. For a fraction of a second, Sam saw a mouth—nothing else—teeth slick with red, suspended in the dark.

It turned toward him.

He ran.

His foot slipped in the rain as he bolted, and the camera tore free from his hands, skidding across the concrete. He didn’t stop to retrieve it. He didn’t look back. He ran until the docks vanished behind him and the city swallowed the sound of his breath.

Moments later, something moved through the space he’d abandoned.

Rain beaded and slid off nothing at all.

A presence paused where Sam had stood. A low, thoughtful huff disturbed the air. The camera lay on the ground, still recording. Invisible jaws closed around it.

Plastic crunched. Glass shattered.

The camera disappeared between powerful teeth.

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Sam locked himself into his apartment less than an hour later, soaked, shaking, alive.

He stripped and turned the shower as hot as it would go. Water hammered against his shoulders, steam fogging the small bathroom until the world shrank to heat and noise. The docks replayed anyway—blood hanging in the air, violence without form, the certainty that he’d seen the thing he’d been chasing without understanding it.

He shut off the water and stood there for a moment, breathing.

Then he stepped out, grabbed a towel, and wrapped it around his waist. Bare feet crossed cold tile as he left the bathroom and moved into the main room of the apartment.

The board waited for him.

It filled an entire wall—cork, tape, and red string pulled tight between clippings and photographs. Missing persons reports. Maps marked with dates and locations. Headlines about animal attacks where no animal had ever been identified. Grainy stills pulled from security footage that showed aftermath but never cause.

Near the center, one page stood out. Typed. Clinical. Almost deliberately vague.

Experimental asset

Non-standard deterrent

Special handling required

Sam leaned closer. That page was tethered by red string to the animal attack clippings, the line drawn thin and tense, like a question that refused to settle. He traced the string with his finger, following it from the sterile language of weapons procurement to images of torn bodies and confused witnesses.

A weapon, he thought.

Not a gun. Not a bomb.

Something else.

He was just about to pull the thread farther—about to force the connection—when a sound echoed through the building.

Sam froze.

Another noise followed, a hollow scrape somewhere down the corridor. He pushed back from the desk and grabbed the metal bar leaning against the wall. Bare feet silent on cracked tile, he moved to the door and peered through the spyhole.

Nothing.

Sam opened the door slowly. The hallway yawned empty, shadows pooling in the corners. He stepped out, scanning left, then right.

A faint gust brushed past him - cooler than the stale air inside, stirring the loose fabric of his shorts and raising goosebumps along his arms. Sam paused, frowning, but the sensation was already gone. Old buildings breathed strangely, he told himself.

Movement near the trash bins caught his eye.

A raccoon froze mid-scavenge, clutching something shiny in its paws. It stared at Sam, unbothered.

Sam let out a shaky breath. “Yeah. That tracks.”

He went back inside, closing the door and setting the bar aside. The lock clicked. He returned to the board, rubbing a hand over his face.

He didn't hear anything enter with him.

The room shifted.

Not a sound - something subtler. Pressure, like the air tightening.

Sam frowned and half turned -

• and the space in front of him filled.

Pale shapes surfaced first, wrong and unfinished: the ghostly suggestion of bones assembling themselves out of nothing. Darker lines followed, threading rapidly into place as blood rushed through newly claimed veins. Then scales rippled outward in a seamless flood of dark green, flesh locking into form in the space of a breath.

Sy didn’t finish appearing before he moved.

The floor cracked softly beneath digitigrade feet as he lunged forward in a blur of muscle and intent. One massive claw shot out, fingers closing around Sam’s throat mid-turn. The force didn’t stop there - Sy’s momentum carried them both across the room.

Sam barely had time to gasp before his back hit the wall.

The mirror exploded behind him, glass shattering outward in a spray of fragments. Sy never loosened his grip, lifting Sam clear off the floor as if he weighed nothing, pinning him there with brutal ease.

His snarl twisted into something sharper. “Did you really think you’d get away?” he demanded, voice rough with rage. “Stand there and watch - and I wouldn’t find you?”

Sam’s feet scraped uselessly against the floor. His vision tunneled. And then, horribly, it clicked.

Not an animal. No gun or bomb. Not a tool being used.

The tool.

“You’re...” Sam breathed, the word slipping out like he was talking to himself. “You’re the weapon.”

Sy went very still.

Then he leaned in.

Close enough that Sam caught the scent of him. Damp scales and rain-soaked stone. Something metallic, sharp and clean. And beneath it, something tangy and unsettlingly rich, almost sweet. The smell hit him harder than it should have, curling low in his gut, dizzying, wrong. Intoxicating.

Sy bared his teeth, all of them, a deliberate display. “Slow,” he said, unimpressed. “But not wrong.”

His grip tightened just enough to make the point. “Any last words?”

Something slipped loose inside him. Not just from the lack of air, but from the certainty of it. From seeing this close, exactly what held him so easily. The absolute knowledge that this creature would end him without effort, without pause, and that amid the horror and pain, something else was bleeding through. Something he shouldn’t feel. Something he didn’t have a name for.

Sam’s breathing hitched. His chest burned. Still, the words forced their way out. Reckless, strained-

• “I’m… I'm getting… mixed signals here.”

“What?” Sy spat, the word sharp and angry, flecked with saliva. His grip tightened reflexively, just enough to draw a strangled sound from Sam’s chest.

Sam swallowed with difficulty, throat aching under the pressure. “Are we fighting,” he wheezed, lips twitching despite himself, “or flirting?”

For a moment, Sy just stared at him. Sam could see the way Sy’s pupils narrowed to thin, vertical slits, then eased wider again, adjusting with predatory precision. The molten gold around them wasn’t uniform; it darkened toward the edges, alive with subtle movement. Fine ridges framed Sy’s eyes, catching the light as his head tilted, studying him from inches away.

“I am _ literally choking you right now_,” Sy growled, breath hot and wet against Sam’s face, teeth bared inches from his skin. His pupils narrowed again, razor-thin.

Sam’s vision swam. He managed a weak, breathless sound that might have been a laugh. “Yeah,” he rasped. “That doesn’t answer my question at all.”

Sy went still.

Not relaxed. Not calm.

Stunned.

The rage didn’t leave his eyes, but it faltered, caught on something unexpected. His gaze dragged slowly over Sam’s face, his mouth, the way his hands clung uselessly to Sy’s arm. This human wasn’t begging. Wasn’t pleading. Wasn’t even trying to bargain.

He was joking.

Mad, then.

Sy’s lips curled - not into laughter, but into a slow, deliberate snarl. Understanding slid back into place, reshaped into something darker. His head dipped closer, his snout nearly brushing Sam’s cheek, breath washing over him again in deliberate waves.

“Oh,” Sy murmured, voice low and pleased. “I see.”

His claws pressed in just enough to promise pain without delivering it. “If I decided to enjoy myself,” he continued softly, almost conversational, “you wouldn’t survive it.”

Sy lingered there instead of pulling away.

His head tilted, slow and deliberate, as if he were turning the idea over from different angles. His grip remained steady, unforgiving, but no longer impatient. The rage in his eyes didn’t fade; it reorganized, sharpening into something thoughtful and cruel.

“Hm,” he breathed, almost to himself.

His claws traced a fraction lower along Sam’s throat, not tightening, not releasing. Just enough to remind him how little control he had. Sy watched Sam’s reaction closely, the tremor in his jaw, the way his breath hitched and stuttered against his palm.

“You know,” Sy continued, voice low and contemplative, “most of you break much faster than this.” His lips curled, amused. “Begging. Promising things. Making noise.”

He leaned in again, breath washing over Sam’s face in slow, deliberate waves. “You’re doing none of that.”

Sy’s pupils narrowed, then widened again, drinking him in.

His smile widened, slow and knowing. The muscles along his throat flexed as his voice sank lower, the sound dragging itself out of him in a low, vibrating growl, breath hot and heavy against Sam’s face.

“You really don’t know when to be afraid.”

He held Sam there a second longer, just to feel the tremor in his body - then released him. Sam dropped hard to the floor, coughing violently, lungs screaming as air finally rushed back in.

Sy didn't step away.

Sam hit the floor hard, coughing violently as air tore back into his lungs.

Sy didn't step away.

He lowered into a squat instead; movements unhurried, deliberate. A low rumble vibrated in his chest as he watched Sam struggle for breath. “I already have an idea how to break you,” he said, the words soft and almost indulgent.

Before Sam could react, Sy reached down and tore the power cable from a lamp with a sharp snap. He moved with practiced efficiency, looping it around Sam's wrists and cinching it tight. There was no pause, no warning - one moment Sam was on the floor, the next he was hauled upward by the bound cable, arms dragged over his head, towel dropping to the floor.

Sy turned him in the same motion, pressing him toward the wall. A claw settled against Sam's cheek and forced his face into the rough concrete, the scrape immediate and painful.

Sy leaned in close, his breath brushing Sam's ear as he murmured, low and intent, “This is the part where you stop pretending you have choices.”

He lingered there, savoring the tremor in Sam's body, the shallow hitch of his breathing. Then, with a sharp tug, Sy secured the free end of the cable to a metal beam overhead.

The cable went taut.

Sam was forced onto his toes, arms stretched, nowhere to shift, nowhere to brace. Naked, shaking, and pinned in place, he understood - too late - that Sy wasn't improvising, he was enjoying himself.

With Sam now completely naked, Sy moved to stand behind him, his presence filling the space between them. He reached out and took hold of Sam's shoulders, positioning him so that his rear end was exposed. It seemed like a lifetime ago that Sam had been in control of this situation; now he felt helpless yet strangely aroused by this alien force that was taking over every aspect of him.

Sy was towering over him, his golden eyes burning with an intense curiosity that both terrified and aroused Sam. He looked down at Sam's body, his scaled skin glistening in the dim light filtering through the grimy windows. He ran a claw along Sam's back, leaving behind a trail of goosebumps in its wake.

"Time to get down to business," Sy purred, his voice like velvet over razor blades. "I want you to feel every bit of this."

He moved closer, his pointed tip brushing against Sam's ass, sending shivers coursing through him.

There was a primal urgency in the way he approached this encounter, a desire to break down all of Sam's defenses and claim him as his own. And with each thrust that followed, Sy seemed determined to make sure Sam knew exactly what he was doing and how powerful he truly was.

"You're mine now," Sy growled, his voice a mix of amusement and disdain as he pushed forward.

Sam felt the tip of Sy's penis against his pucker. Sy purred, his shaft twitching. He pushed forward, forcing the first two inches into Sam with an intense jolt that sent a searing pain through Sam's body. It was like someone had shoved a hot poker into him, causing agony to radiate outwards from the point of entry.

The initial shock gave way to something else entirely: a strange, almost perverse pleasure mixed with the sharp sting of pain.

He whimpered involuntarily, trying to pull away but finding no resistance as Sy continued his assault.

The pressure increased with each thrust, stretching him further and further apart, the smooth surface of Sy's length no match for his resistance.

Sy seemed to enjoy this reaction, savoring Sam's helpless submission as he continued to push forward relentlessly.

He added another two inches with the next thrust, then four, then four again until his full 16 inches were fully inside Sam, filling him to the point where there felt like no room left for anything else.

Sam felt his insides being stretched and rearranged by the sheer length of it.

But that wasn't enough for Sy. He wanted more.

Sam could feel something at the base of Sy's length getting bigger. With every thrust he could feel it brushing over his prostate, causing another wave of pleasure and pain that made him cry out in a mix of agony and desire. Sam thought this must be as far as it could go, but Sy had another trick up his sleeve.

He pulled back on the knot, out from within Sam, then pushed forward again with even more force, sending the knot slamming back into place, stretching his rim even wider than before. He repeated this process over and over, each thrust causing a fresh wave of pain and pleasure as the knot grew larger with every pass. After what felt like an eternity, it was too big to be pulled back out.

Sy pushed forward once more, forcing the knot and shaft deep inside Sam's intestines, the knot crushing his prostate. This caused an intense spasm of pain that had Sam whimpering uncontrollably. He thought this must be it. This has to be it.

He could feel the pressure against his organs, felt the bulge in his belly, surely this was how Sy would finally finish what he started. But as he looked up at Sy, he saw a predatory glint in his eyes and heard a low growl rumble deep within his chest.

"Not yet," Sy purred, pushing forward again with renewed force...

Pinned against the wall, naked and vulnerable, Sam's vision was obscured by the sheer intensity of the situation. It had been a whirlwind of pain and pleasure, all orchestrated by Sy's relentless advances. He couldn't recall how long they'd been at this, but it felt like an eternity since he'd last seen his attacker clearly.

The knot hit Sam's prostate again. He felt another wave of pleasure and pain wash over him, so intense it made him cry out. It was as if his entire body had been plunged into a boiling cauldron, where agony intertwined with ecstasy in a thrilling dance that threatened to consume him entirely. But before he could fully succumb to this chaotic mix of sensations, Sy did something unexpected: he pulled back on the knot, retracting it from within Sam.

Sam's mind raced, trying to process what was happening, but there was no time for thought as Sy pushed forward again, driving the knot deeper with even more force than before. Each thrust sent a fresh wave of searing agony through his entire body, making him whimper and groan in protest. But this wasn't just about size; Sy had another trick up his sleeve.

Sam felt another sensation: something else, something warm and huge was pushing against his anal ring, an additional presence within the already unbearable pressure of the knot. It wasn't just another layer of flesh or muscle; it had an unmistakable shape, one that promised even more pain and pleasure than before. A second knot.

This one was unlike anything Sam could have imagined. It wasn't smooth or started being small like the first, but rather had numerous firm barbs lining its surface. With every push forward, some of these barbs were squeezed into Sam. As they entered, their backward-facing tips anchored themselves into his intestines, spreading out more with every pull.

This process repeated with each thrust: more barbs getting pushed in and locking themselves into place. With cold precision and force, Sy hammered this his knot forward. Each thrust a few millimeters. And with every push, more of these tiny anchors found purchase within Sam's body, making it impossible for the knot to be pulled back out. It was as if Sy was deliberately trapping him, ensuring that there was no escape from this twisted experience.

"You're right to be scared," Sy whispered against Sam’s skin, his voice a low growl that vibrated through his entire being. “I control you now, and I will use this power in any way I please.” He pushed harder, driving the knot deeper into Sam’s body with each thrust, relishing in the helpless whimpers that escaped the man’s lips.

The pain from these barbs was unlike anything Sam had ever felt before, but it wasn't just agony; it was a strange, almost addictive sensation that mixed with the pleasure of being stretched and filled to his capacity by the enormous knot. He was caught in a whirlwind of sensations: the searing pain of the barbs, the throbbing pressure of the expanding knot, and the constant stretching that seemed to threaten to split him apart.

As the second knot reached its widest point, it finally slipped past Sam's anal ring, pushing the first knot and Sy's tapered shaft even deeper inside of Sam, filling him to bursting with a sickening sense of completeness.

He felt the tip of Sy's penis make contact with his stomach. It was an indescribable sensation: a mixture of pain, pleasure, and utter humiliation that made him cry out in a mix of fear and desire.

Sy growled in satisfaction, his eyes gleaming with predatory delight as he continued to thrust into Sam rhythmically. The barbs were now fully anchored, and the second knot had slid deep within Sam's body, making it clear there was no escaping this twisted ordeal. He was trapped, at Sy's mercy, with no way out.

Sam looked up at Sy, his eyes wide with fear and confusion. This creature, this weapon, wasn't done with him yet. The sheer size of the knots pressing even deeper into him was terrifying, but there was something else too: a sense that it was far from finished, as if another layer of torment was about to be added to this already unbearable situation. Panic welled up inside him, choking off any coherent thought. Where would it end? What other horrors awaited him? Was this the way it always ended for those who crossed Sy? He felt utterly helpless, a puppet in the hands of a sadist who reveled in his pain.

Sy growled, his voice rough and low like the rumble of distant thunder. “Now you know what it feels like to be truly dominated.” He paused, taking a moment to savor Sam’s stunned silence before continuing, "Don't worry, this isn't over yet." He leaned in close to Sam, his breath hot and fetid against his ear, adding, "I have many more ways to make you feel what I want you to feel.” Sam could only manage a whimper in response.

And with that, Sy began to move again, his knot pushing deeper into Sam's insides as he pushed forward with each thrust. He would then pull back on his hips, the backward-pointing barbs on the knots lodging themselves further into Sam’s flesh with every pull. Sam’s body got pulled taut by the cable that connected his wrist to the metal beam. It was like being stretched across a rack.

The pain was intense, a searing fire spreading through his entire being as if he were being torn apart from the inside out. But within this agony, there was also an undeniable pleasure, a thrilling sense of surrender to the overwhelming power of Sy's control over him.

With every pull, the barbs on the second knot dug into Sam’s flesh, pulling him even tighter around Sy’s cock. The feeling was intense, overwhelming, a mix of pain and pleasure that left him breathless and completely helpless in Sy’s grasp. His mind reeled, trying to make sense of this twisted game they were playing, but there was no logic to it, only the raw physical sensations that consumed him from head to toe.

Sam had never felt so vulnerable, so utterly at the mercy of another being. But for some strange reason, he didn't want to fight it anymore. He was lost in this dark world of pain and pleasure that Sy had created, consumed by a desire to experience more, even though it meant surrendering himself completely to this monstrous creature who held his body captive. His muscles screamed in protest, but they were no match for Sy's strength and determination. With every pull, the knots inside him seemed to expanded further, the barbs digging deeper into his flesh, anchoring them firmly in place while simultaneously sending waves of pleasure coursing through his body. It was a symphony of pain and pleasure, a twisted tango that had completely consumed Sam’s senses.

Sy seemed to sense this shift in Sam's attitude, a flicker of defiance replaced by an almost welcoming acceptance of his predicament. A low, satisfied growl rumbled in his chest as he continued to thrust against Sam, savoring the way his body contorted and spasmed with each movement. He pressed closer, whispering into Sam’s ear, "I knew you wouldn't disappoint me.".

The knot at the base of Sy’s penis pulsed with life, its size growing even larger as it filled Sam's insides like a monstrous parasite consuming everything in its path. The barbs dug deeper, anchoring themselves more firmly with every pull of Sy’s hip, leaving behind a trail of burning pleasure that spread throughout his entire body.

Sy felt a primal urge building within him, growing stronger with every passing moment. It wasn't just the physical pleasure of penetration; it was something deeper, more instinctual. He leaned down and looked into Sam's terrified eyes, relishing the power he held over this helpless creature. He could feel the heat radiating from Sam's body, a physical manifestation of his mounting desire to escape.

With a guttural growl that resonated deep within his chest, Sy prepared for the last act of this exciting dance. His muscles tensed, coiling like springs ready to unleash their pent-up energy. He pressed harder against Sam, driving the knots deeper, savoring every gasp and whimper of pain.

He took a deep, shuddering breath, bracing for the inevitable release. With one final thrust, he prepared to shatter all boundaries between them, and in that moment, he felt truly alive.

Then, as if released from some invisible leash, Sy let it all go. A primal scream ripped through his throat, shaking the very foundation of their world. His body convulsed violently, every muscle rippling and pulsating with unrestrained pleasure. It was an experience unlike any he'd ever known: a glorious explosion of sensation that left him weak in the knees yet utterly exhilarated.

Sam felt a new wave of pleasure surge through him, an intense heat spreading from where Sy's knotted penis lay deep within his gut. It was as if the knots themselves were pulsing with life, digging the barbs deeper into Sam’s flesh. The warm sensation spread like wildfire, traveling up through Sam's colon, and into his small intestine, causing another surge of ecstasy that threatened to consume him entirely.

The knots at the base of Sy’s penis prevented anything from spilling out, forcing all this pleasurable overload to be absorbed into Sam's body. Looking down, Sam saw that the pressure was causing his intestines to expand visibly beneath his skin like a hose filled with Sy's potent essence. It was as if his body was being stretched, reshaped by this relentless torrent of pleasure and pain. He was no longer just an empty vessel for Sy's desires; he had become a conduit, a living testament to the sheer intensity of their shared experience.

Sam's belly expanded further and further as the relentless flow of cum continued. It was a sensation unlike any he had ever experienced before, an overwhelming rush of pleasure that stretched his insides until they felt like they would burst.

The knots continued to pulse, forcing Sam to endure the intense pain of being filled by so much cum, until finally, something gave way within him.

Sam started vomiting up cum with no warning, each heaving spasm bringing another wave of Sy's essence into his mouth. He could taste it on his tongue, its unique flavor mixing with the salty tang of his own saliva. Between each violent expulsion, he only had seconds to gasp for air before the urge to heave again took over.

Sy hummed with satisfaction, watching as Sam fought against this uncontrollable release of pleasure. He continued to hump into him a few more times, driving his knots into Sam's insides until the flow of cum began to slow to a trickle. He then moved his head next to Sam's and kissed him deeply. His lips sealed over Sam's, his tongue pushing past his teeth, exploring every nook and cranny of his mouth before sliding down into his throat, savoring the taste of both their shared desire surged through him.

As Sy continued this intimate exploration, Sam reached his own climax without even touching himself. It was as if Sy's touch had become so potent that it bypassed all physical stimuli, sending him spiraling towards pleasure on a purely emotional and mental level. He felt like he was melting under the intensity of their connection, surrendering himself completely to this new form of intimacy.

Sy, ever the opportunist, took advantage of Sam's heightened state by wrapping his arm around his belly and pushing against it gently. Sam instinctively responded, his muscles contracting as another wave of pleasure surged through him. Cum came up his throat, straight into Sy’s waiting mouth, who swallowed it eagerly with a satisfied groan. He pushed harder, moaning as he had to swallow a second and a third time before he broke the kiss.

A thread of saliva stretched between them before finally snapping. Sy caught his own breath after that intense release. It had been a brutal but undeniably exhilarating experience, and now that the initial rush of pleasure had subsided, he could better appreciate the magnitude of what they had just gone through.

Looking down at Sam, who was still bound to the metal beam overhead by their intertwined forms, Sy noticed how his legs were starting to tremble beneath him. The relentless assault had taken its toll, leaving him weak and vulnerable in this final stage of their encounter. He reached out and gently untied the ropes that held Sam's wrists together.

With a groan, Sam slid down against Sy's chest as he struggled to maintain his balance. His vision was blurred, and his legs threatened to give way entirely, but the knots still anchored him to this monstrous being who had both broken and aroused him in equal measure.

Sy caught him just before he could collapse completely, gently lowering them both to the ground with a soft thud. He didn't release any of his grip on Sam, instead allowing their bodies to intertwine further as they lay sprawled across the floor. Sam remained facing away from Sy, his side pressed against the cold concrete, but even in this vulnerable position, he could feel the heat radiating off of Sy's form and the insistent pulse of those knots still holding them together.

They stayed in that tangled mess of limbs and lustful satisfaction for a long while, each catching their breath as they reveled in the afterglow of such an intense encounter. A silence fell between them, broken only by the ragged gasps and moans of pleasure that Sam couldn't quite suppress. It was a shared moment of exhaustion and contentment, a testament to the power of this twisted intimacy they had forged together. Sam felt himself relax for the first time in what seemed like an eternity.

Finally, he looked down at him with an unexpected tenderness in those golden eyes. There was admiration there, mingled with a hint of something deeper that sent shivers down Sam's spine.

"You’re more than I expected,” he murmured, running a hand through Sam’s hair as if it were some prized possession. “I have to admit, you impressed me. Maybe… just maybe, you’ll live to see another day.” He paused for a moment before adding with a playful smirk, “But don’t think that means I won’t keep pushing your limits. This is only the beginning, my little experiment.”

Sam smiled, his body still buzzing from the intensity of their shared experience. As he gazed up at Sy with newfound clarity, he said,

"So you where flirting with me!"