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Scrapton was always buzzed with activity by those who lived there. Morning, noon, and night, someone was working on something in this makeshift city, be it a ride, fireworks, or just some scrap found during scavenging. There was always something to do in this junkyard turned town.

In a corner of Scrapton, in a small shack nestled between two car husks, Alan laid in his bed. The Guilmon Beast could hear the activity of the Scrapton and wished for it to stop. His head pounded as though he was hit with a hammer and the nausea of being on a boat. Outside the thin walls, he could hear the people going about, some preparing to go scavange, others aorting theough the nearby trash for goodies, wihile other just talked loud enough to drive the dinosaur up the wall. The beast pulled the blanket over his head hoping the light of the morning sun would just leave him alone for a few more minutes.

Just as Alan felt himself drift off a bit, the door to his shack opened, “gooood morning, Zach Galifianakis,” Gerald, a coyote Beast, yelled as he stepped inside.

Alan felt a rush of cold air filled the shack before he even opened his eyes. The Guilmon stuck his head out from his blanket, pulled it tightly to keep his body warm and mutter, “ the fuck you on about this early?”

“Oh you know, the guy who played a character with your name in the first Hangover movie. You remember seeing it as a human?”

“No, “Alan growled, “and I don't care for this Zach Gail-Gailfu-Galei-fuck however you pronounce his last name. I am hungover and want some sleep.”

“So is a quarter of the town who drank that moonshine last night. That drink took out so many of us, Boss had to reorganize everything from scavenging to repair works. Besides, I am just dropping off a little gift.” Gerald set a plastic bag in front of Guilmon's face. “The breakfast in bed, hungover special of some egg sandwiches, toast, Gatorade, and some meds for hangovers.”

Alan looked at the bag. While the sandwiches were not hot, it gave enough heat to make the dinosaur’s mouth water. “Thank you.”

Gerald pet Alen’s head. “any time, Zach.” The coyote pulled his hand away. “Oh yeah, Boss gave me a message. Since you are hungover, he took you off today scavenging but expects you to do it tomorrow.”

“Okay,” Alen muttered as he pulled out the takeout container holding his breakfast.

“He also says if you improve later that you are to go to the repair shop and help out there. Seems Martin wants as many able hands as possible.”

“Alright. Tell Martin I will be there after lunch. My hangover should be manageable by then.”

“Righty-o,” Gerald said as he walked out the door and closed it behind him.

Alen ate his breakfast in peace, the food helping with the nausea and headache. It wasn't long ago that the Guilmon Beast was traveling the roads on his modified bike, scavenging for supplies to survive on his own from the places he traveled. It was a tough and lonely time moving between towns and cities just to keep himself warm and fed. But now he was a part of a group, even if they are sometimes rather rowdy to his liking. Hours later, Alen got dressed and left his shack and headed to the repair center.

Scrapton was filled with places designed for modifying stuff from cars, bikes, and any vehicle in between. Still Scrapton needed supplies to survive and nobody would give it away without something in return. Scrapton was filled with Beasts that knew enough about machines to fix or modify anything. As such, the Boss of Scrapton opened up shop for all kinds of work. From creating, modifying, to repairing, Scrapton became a hub for mechanical needs in the former state of Georgia. Certainly made life easier on the groups who lived in the area, both Beasts and humans.

The repair center was one of the original garages back when the place was just a junkyard. The garage doors that lead to the work area were closed and locked to keep the approaching winter air out as much as possible. Alen walked into the reception area. “Martin,” Alen called out, “I'm here.” No response. This puzzled Alen as someone is always supposed to be in the center. The Guilmon dinosaur Beast peeked into the office area. Beyond the glass to the office section, office desks were pulled together as makeshift bedframes for some of the Beasts who chose to sleep at the center. Still the area itself was empty of people.“Garage maybe?”

As Alen stepped in the garage, he was once again surprised how quiet it was. It felt normal for the sounds of conversations and tools to echo in the garage while repairs were being done. It was odd to be empty and quiet. As Alen looked around, his eyes locked on the Monodramon looking over something on one of the tables, his back turned to Alen while looking over a portable heater. “Ken,” Alen yelled.

The Monodramon stopped what he was doing and turned around, “Alen,” Ken said as he smiled and waved at the Guilmon. “I'm surprised you actually made it. You got over your hangover?”

Alen leaned on the table Ken was at, “I got through the worst of it at least. My head still hurts, but Boss said he wants me here since I was cut from scavenging today.”

“Then you are doing better than the others who drank the moonshine last night. I just checked on Sal a minute ago and he is still hungover. Boss will probably make a rule about brewing moonshine from now on.” Ken grabbed the remote and pressed it, turning the heater on. The Monodramon waved his hand in front of the vent to check the heat coming out of it.

“Guess I should consider myself lucky then. Anyway, where is everyone? The office area was empty when I got here.”

“Martin took some of the guys out to the nearby settlements to check on their heaters. Winter is setting in right now and he’s worried about them keeping warm.” Ken turns the heater off, tape the remote to it and pushed it to the side. “I volunteered to stay behind and work on some of the portable heaters we scavenged cause I would rather be warm here than cold outside.” Ken stood up and showed off for Alen. The Monodramon wore nothing but his black leather jacket and jockstrap , showing his bouncing pecs, abs, and a barely contained bulge to the Guilmon, “ besides, If I went out, I would have to bundle up just not to freeze my scales.”

Alen looked over the Monodramon, his pants feeling noticeably tighter. “That would be a shame to cover up that body of yours.” Alen licked his lips, imagining what he would do to Ken if the opportunity presented itself.

Ken smiled and picked up the heater, “it's a good thing Martin keeps the garage locked. Keep it nice and warm.” Ken carried the heater to a pile off to the side, making sure that Alen got a good look at his ass while he walked. As Ken set the heater down he continued, “Been talking with Martin about moving into the repair center for the winter. and I would hope you would join me.”

“Nah,” Alen said, “ I like my privacy. I built the shack because living at the bike station led me to too many sleepless nights, from both work and sex.”

“You wouldn't have to worry about that. Not as many Beasts here as the other stations.” The Monodramon walked back besides Alen, “besides, it wouldn't be forever, just until spring. After that, you can go back to the shack and maybe I could join you if you let me."

“Why so interested in getting me to stay? You know you are already free to join me back in my place.” the guilmon grabbed Ken’s ass, cupping his cheek firmly, “wouldn't mind waking up next to you and these cheeks in the mornings. A little morning fun would work much better than coffee.”

Ken's smile faded a bit. “Well, I had heard a rumor recently, about Boss having the pack move into the centers till spring. Supposedly, one of the human settlements told the Boss something about something coming. Boss is planning to announce it soon. With how large the pack is, I was worried that if I didn't say anything, you and I would be in different centers for upcoming nights.”

“So you want me to room with you for the winter then?”

The Monodramon stepped in front of the Guilmon and wrapped his arms around the red Dino's neck. “And share my bed with me. And,” Ken pulled himself closer, his body against Alen’s ,”and be,” Ken paused as he struggled to get the word out of his throat.

“Partners,” Alen guessed.

Ken nodded, “Yeah. Been wanting to ask it for awhile and,”

Alen interrupted Ken with a kiss. The Guilmon wrapped his arms around the purple dragon’s back to pull them close. When Alen pulled his head back, he looked Ken in the eyes, “How’s that for an answer?”

Ken pulled himself onto Alen for another kiss. The shift in weight caused the two to fall to the ground, with the sound of the impact echoed in the garage. Yet the fall didn't stop the two digimon beasts from kissing.

Slowly the gentle kiss turned lustful as they rolled around on the floor, taking turns pinning the other beneath them as they pressed their bodies together. Tables were bumped, tools feel from the tables, and chairs knocked down as their instincts took over. The moment they stopped kissing each other, the two pulled themselves off the floor and ran to the office area.

Inside the office the two Beasts tore the clothes off themselves. Alen and Ken looked at each other in awe with cocks erect and leaking from their round heads. “I can never get tired of this sight,” Alen said.

“Right back at ya,” Ken responded as he placed his hands on Alen's pecs. The dragon's hands slowly moved lower, “you're probably sick of me saying how hot you are.”

“I could never get tired of hearing you say that. Especially when you say it to me naked.” Alen leaned in close, kissing and nipping at the dragon's neck.

Ken moaned softly from the affection. The dragon grinded his hips against Alen, feeling both of their cocks between them. Alen retuned Ken’s thrust in kind, setting a slow rhythm like frottage dance between them. The two huff and moaned of feeling the other, pre spilled over their cocks, balls, and stomachs gradually.

After several minutes, Alen gently brought himself and Ken on the floor. They position themselves with the other's cock in front of their faces. Alen made the first move as he grabbed the dragon’s cock in his hand. The dinosaur pecked at Ken’s shaft before slowly licking it with his tongue, savoring the taste of his lover.

Ken was much more forward in his approach and engulfed the head of the cock immediately. Inside of the dragon's mouth, Ken’s tongue rubbed against the glans causing Alen to shudder in response. Slowly Ken swallowed more of the dinosaur's cock. In a moment, the dragon reached the base of the cock, his nose buried in Guilmon's balls.

The two Beasts sucked themselves for a while before pulling themselves off the other's cock. Ken looked down at Alen between his legs deepthroating the dragon’s dick. “Fuck me,” Ken said as he pulled his cock away from the Guilmon. The Monodramon pulled himself from the floor and bent over the closest desk, lifted his tail over himself, and shook his ass to Alen.

Alen got up and stood behind Ken. The dinosaur took his cock and slid it in-between the cheeks like a hot dog. Alen thrust along the cheeks, teasing the dragon with it.

Ken pushed back against Alen, his ass rubbed against the cock. The dragon needed, craved the dinosaur’s cock. Ken wrapped his tail around Alen's throat, a silent command between the two.

Alen pulled back enough to line up his cock with Ken’s hole. The Guilmon slowly pushed the head of his penis inside before slipping in his whole length with ease. The way Ken’s ass squeezed his cock caused a moan to escape from the dinosaur’s throat. “Fuck,” Alen muttered, “feel a bit tighter then normal.”

“I wanted to make it feel tight, so I saved myself for a few days,” Ken grunted.

“You didn't need to do that for me,” Alen leaned on Ken's body, “your hole was always nice to fuck. No need to change it on my account. “ The red dinosaur pulled back a bit before slamming himself back into the dragon. The Guilmon kissed the Monodramon's shoulders as they made love on the desk.

The room filled with the noises of the two moans, grunts, and rocking desks. Both enjoyed the lovemaking to the fullest, with curled toes and thrashing tails, and lived in the moment of just two of them in. Whatever position felt right at each moment. They made love throughout the office on every surface that could withstand the act, leaving a trail of sweat and pre behind them.

But all things must end. As Alen has the dragon in a mating press, Ken yelled, “fuck. Alen, I'm so close.”

“Me too,” the guilmon grunted as he picked up the pace. With one final thrust, the two climaxes together, Alen’s seed filling The Monodramon while Ken's spilled over the both of them.

For a few seconds they said nothing, only looked at each other as Alen pulls his cock out of Ken’s ass. The Guilmon laid on top of the Monodramon. He nuzzled the dragon and muttered, “that was great.”

“That's all you have to say,” Ken responded.

“I would say it's the best sex I ever had, but I am sure we will top that in the future.”

“Yeah, we have are lives to top it.” Ken nuzzled back, “so we are partners now right?”

“Of course we are, thought the sex made that clear.”

“We fuck all the time though.”

*Fair, so I better make it clear then. I would love to be your partner. Now and forever.” Alen kissed Ken gently before rolling beside the Monodramon. The two sat in silence for a minute. Cuddling each other in their arms before anyone else comes back to the center.