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New Roommates For Taiko By Draconicon

"So...third floor...or fifth? Or..."

Gus grumbled to himself as he ran his fingers along the directory board on the first floor of the building. So many names, and each one seemed to change as soon as he laid his finger over them. The lion kept trying to track down where this Kaito was, even as the names jumped from one floor to another.

"I swear, this is why I stay out at the Feline Divine...Kaito...Kaito...Mr. Akito! Got ya!"

Slapping his finger down on the name even as it started to move, Gus pushed down with enough pressure that his finger was carried along to the second floor chart of the building. He held it there for a few more seconds, waiting to see if it would change again.

It didn't.

"Finally. Sheesh. Sam and Darl warned me that it got weird out here, but this is ridiculous...Cool though. Now, where's that elevator..."

He turned around, and started making his way through the various people that were in the lobby. Most of them just stood in place, looking blankly ahead of them, and those that had been carrying stuff - like late night coffee cups or take-out dinner - were standing in a bit of a mess. Gus tentatively tiptoed around such things, the lion occasionally looking back with a bit of guilt.

"Heh...might have overdone it...But a couple of notes shouldn't last too long..."

Normally, he didn't blast someone indoors with his guitar if he could help it. The reverberations tended to have a bit of a problem, messing with the notes if it got complicated at all, not to mention the echoes messing with people in a way that he hadn't intended. It was like playing in the bottom of a well, but...well, that was admittedly much worse, but it was still annoying!

This time, however, he'd needed to play something. Everyone had been staring at him, and he didn't need the usual lecture about staying dressed, or covering up, or about leather being cruel to animals; all of that was something he either already knew or didn't care about. When he heard it for the fifth time when he reached the board, he'd let rip a couple of chords, and then everyone was properly quiet. Probably deaf, too, but that was their problem, and a temporary one at that.

Gus stepped into the elevator, and as he stepped up to the buttons, his prince albert clicked against the panel. He adjusted his vest - his one piece of clothing - as he took a spot beside a stunned looking hippo. He waited for the big guy to step out, and when he didn't, he felt a bit confused.

"Uh...Going up?"

"What...uh..."

"Oh, wait. Hold on a second."

Gus reached around, pulling his guitar out of the way.

"Knew I had that hanging around the wrong way. Go ahead; sorry for being in the way."

"But...everyone...everyone's -"

"Yeah, yeah, they're a little out of it. Don't you go worrying about it right now. They'll be fine. You getting out?"

The hippo nodded dumbly, slowly walking out. As he moved, he looked like he was walking through a dreamland, something he couldn't quite believe. Then the elevator doors closed, and Gus was on his own again.

"Weird. You'd think he'd never seen someone on a musical high before."

Shrugging, Gus waited for the elevator to rise, humming softly to himself as it creaked and groaned. The lights jumped a bit, leaving him on the third floor before it bounced down again to the second, and he wondered if it was the electronics or more of the weirdness that had happened down in the lobby.

Either way, the door opened, and he was immediately greeted with a hooded naga standing right outside the door, and one that didn't seem best pleased. Gus put on a smile, shouldering his guitar properly.

"Hey, this is the second floor, right?"

"At the moment, yessss. Did you ssssee a hippo come through jusssst now?"

"Big guy? Slightly overweight? Extra jiggly in the butt and with a wet mark in the back of his pants?"

"Yesss."

"Never seen the guy."

Like I'd rat out someone who just left a booty call. Gus shook his head a few times as he tried to push past the snake, but the naga blocked him. Not that easy to do, considering how he was used to sliding through big concert crowds; he had to hand the naga that.

"Something wrong, Slinky-Dinky?"

The naga's narrowing eyes left him a little concerned, his hand drifting back to his guitar as the naga reached for a pocket. He didn't look like he was reaching for anything dangerous, but -

It wasn't. The reptile pulled out a badge, and Gus turned his head to the side, reading over it.

"Self-Important Slinky-Dink?"

"It says 'Building Inspector,' you...And I'm also the owner."

"Ah, I see. Well, I don't have anything you need to worry about, so -"

"And you aren't dressed right for any sort of public event. You're here to see Mr. Akito, aren't you?"

"Well, duh, that's where I was directed."

"I would thank you to -"

"Yeah, I don't really have time for this. I've been on the road all day, walking through a city that makes no sense, and dealing with a mule that dropped in my lap when I was trying to get a cup of coffee. Right now, I just want to get to my room for the night, and get some rest. That a problem?"

Gus normally wasn't so harsh with people, but it had been a very trying day. He hadn't gotten any sleep - though for a good, kinky reason - and then the whole city rearranging itself constantly had been pretty hard to deal with. Not to mention the constant superhero crises; he swore that they needed some sort of alarm button, or superhero theme playing when they were working.

Heh, might want to push that idea towards that mule; he seemed like a nice enough guy, once that fight was over.

But despite his ever-so-reasonable request, the naga didn't budge. Sighing, the lion reached over his shoulder and pulled the guitar out to its proper position. Tapping a couple of strings, he looked up.

"I did ask, you know."

STRRRRRRUUUUUM!

The blast of sound knocked the naga backwards, sending him flying against the wall. Gus stepped through the gap, wiggling his fingers up and down the strings a few times in a longer power chord, humming to himself.

"Out of my life, out of my way Go out and ruin another's day Out of my way, out of my life I sure as hell don't need this strife. "

A little lame, he supposed, but he was improvising off the top of his head. He walked around the naga, whose eyes were as spiraly as some of the more impressive pythons he'd seen, and started walking down the hallway towards Kaito's room.

It didn't take him very long to find it, though it took a good deal longer to pin it down. The lion ended up running from one end of the hall to the other, chasing down the name-tag on the door as it flitted from one place to another. His cock swung back and forth, the metal piercing starting to leave little bruises from how much he was running, until he finally leaped up and grabbed it before it could shift off of yet another door.

"Ha....ha....What...is wrong...with this city?"

He panted as he pulled on the doorknob, and thankfully it opened without him having to knock. He slipped inside, groaning as he felt reality shift around him again. Something about the wrinkling in time and space left him feeling a bit off. Usually it took some of the harder stuff his groupies pushed on him to get that feeling, and he wasn't sure if he liked it yet.

But on the plus side, there was a couch that he could use, and he flopped on it immediately, the sweaty lion finding himself sticking to the leather as soon as he came in contact with it. It was like falling into flypaper, and he grumbled, kicking and squirming for a few seconds before just giving up.

"As if this day could get any freaking -"

Ring ring ring...ring ring ring...

"For the love of FUCK!"

He tried to jump up for the phone, but that was not happening. Sweat plus leather couch meant that he was stuck, unless he wanted to lose a fair bit of hair and skin, and he'd already had his haircut for the month. Fumbling around, he glanced this way and that until he found the little phone that hung off of the wall. It kept ringing and ringing, until it finally came to a halt, the annoying noise fading away.

Before Gus could breathe a sigh of relief, a series of beeps came from the answering machine.

If there's a more annoying sound outside of an old dial-up modem, I don't know what it is, he thought as he glared through slitted eyes at the answering machine. An older, gentle voice answered, talking about how he was sorry that he couldn't be there, but was probably out teaching or tutoring, and for whoever was calling to leave a message.

It didn't take long for him to hear the voice coming through.

"Hi, Kaito, it's Thimas. I'm really sorry about this -"

"Oh, it would be you. What's Mr. Fancy-Pants Conductor calling here for?"

"- but I'm having to dump someone on you tonight. He's a...decent sort, I suppose, if a little bit on the wild side...and under-educated...and with horrible taste in music."

"Horrible - Who plays that lousy Chopan record every chance he gets?! And Dvorak is overrated!"

"But he needs a place to stay, and there's no way that I can take care of him tonight. I mentioned to his friends that they could send him to you, and...well, I do hope you can forgive me for making the suggestion. I'll see you at lunch tomorrow. Thanks. Goodbye."

"Ooooooh, that badger..."

The lion grumbled to himself, shaking his head until his mane floofed up in a way that shouldn't have been possible. He was still grumbling as he combed it back down with his claws, and he barely managed to get himself under control by the time it was all down. It was still slick and wet, so it stayed, but barely.

"Calling me under-educated...Man, he didn't even get a full education! Certificates of Musical Theory, my ass; he's just pulling that out of his butt. Hell, at least I make sure people know I'm a self-made man! No fibbing about my college degree, no saying I got what I didn't. I bet he -"

"Hmmm?"

Interrupted mid-tirade, Gus looked up to see that the door had been opened, and a middle-aged, rather well-built dragon was standing in the doorway. A bottle of wine dangled from one hand, and a bag of Chinese take-out in the other. And...

"Kaito, something wrong?"

"Um, sorry. Could you hold on one second, please?"

Gus caught the slightest glimpse of an eastern dragon standing in the hall before the green and white one stepped through. The wine bottle clonked onto a piece of furniture - then shifted over to another piece when that one disappeared - and the food did the same before the dragon walked over. He adjusted a set of glasses on his nose, and cocked his head to the side.

"I must admit, I don't usually have exchange students in my apartment before I've met them in class. Did one of the other professors tell you where I live?"

"What? I'm not - Well, kind of, I guess, but -"

"I think this might go a little better if I helped you out of the couch. What about you?"

"Yes. Please, yes."

"Alright, hang on."

A few minutes and a lot of damp paper towels later, Gus managed to yank himself free from the couch. It still left a few hairs behind, but not nearly as much as he'd been worried about. And no skin, either; his back and his butt were still completely intact. He patted his rump to double check, and then - with a rush of nerves - reached down to his balls. That...

"Oh, come on...I don't shave for a reason!"

Grumbling about his suddenly-bald balls, the lion made his way to a non-leather chair - making utterly sure that was the case - and sat down, legs sprawled out.

"The day I've had..."

"Must have been rather bad...Are you sure that you're not a student?"

"Why would I be?"

"Well, usually the only people that come here are students, and they also tend to be the only ones that come without any clothes on. Speaking of which, you do look rather good, if soaked in...Sweat, I hope?"

Gus nodded.

"I'm Kaito, by the way."

"I guessed. You had a friend outside, I think?"

"Oh...Oh, right, I did. Hold on."

The dragon ducked around him, leaving Gus with a bit of a smile. Kaito might have been a bit older, but there was definitely a charm to the guy. He could already tell he was a pretty good-hearted man, too, even if he and Thimas were friends. His mouth fell back into a frown at the thought, but only as long as it took for him to hear the dragon talking at the door.

"I'm really sorry, dear, but I don't think I can make that date tonight. With him here -"

"I understand. Things do come up."

"Thank you. Shall we reschedule for lunch?"

"Let's make it dinner. And my place, this time."

"That's great. See you then."

Turning down a date for a new guy? Wow...That's dumb.

Still, it was far from unappreciated, and the lion couldn't help but smile as the door clicked shut and his host walked back over. The dragon passed by him, walking to the dreaded leather couch, before giving it another good wipe-down with some paper towels. Gus didn't mind; it gave him a good view of the dragon's nice-sized rump.

He did avoid licking his lips, though; it was one of those habits that didn't work out so good for him if he was caught.

The eye-candy lasted for about ten seconds before Kaito took a seat, and for a change, Gus actually found himself envying the other male his clothes. The leather couch wouldn't trap or hurt him, in those jeans and that shirt.

"So, you're not a student, and you're not someone that was looking for a fun night, I'm guessing?"

"Do you put out ads for that?"

"No, but I have a bit of a reputation, as I think you understand."

"Why would I understand that?"

"Well -"

"You're right, of course, I just want to know why you say that."

"Well, I don't really know who you are, but dressed like that, I imagine that you get a lot of offers, and people just guess it."

"You..."

Gus hung his head. So much for notoriety.

The dragon grunted, clearing his throat.

"So, um...yes. Who are you, anyway?"

"Heh...It's Gus."

"Gus...?"

"Just Gus."

"I see...and you're here because?"

"I wanted to see Novus Ager, and I needed a place to stay for the night. Some friends told me about this place, and they - apparently - were told by Mr. Stuffed-Shirt Badger that you had some room."

"...I don't think I know anyone by that name."

"Thimas."

"Ooooh, Thimas. Yes, yes, I know him. Good man."

Gus rolled his eyes, lifting his hand and pointing to the answering machine.

"He left you a message, if you need a little more details. They're very biased details, though."

"No worries. I can take you on your word."

That was a first. Gus was used to having to plead his case wherever he went. And by pleading his case, he meant strumming his guitar until he was arguing with jello. Easier to work with, most of the time, and much more fun. Having someone actually listen to him...Huh. He didn't know how to feel about that.

Kaito chuckled at what must have been a pretty ridiculous face, and he soon found himself laughing along, his good mood starting to come back after a day that had been stomping and stabbing it every chance it got.

"So, Just Gus. What do you think of the - uh...on second thought..."

"I've got a lot to say about Novus Ager. I might just right a song about it."

"Death Metal?"

"I was thinking more - Wait a second, how'd you guess?"

"I usually see that face during finals, when the students are ready to kill everything from lack of sleep and over-studying. And usually hear that type of music, too."

"Yeah, well, my thing's usually more rock and thrash."

"That's better. More understandable, at least."

"You listen? Don't look like the type."

"Heh, I listen to all sorts of things. And all sorts of people."

"Really? Like what?"

"Well..."

Kaito settled back as he started talking about his different music tastes, and Gus chimed in where he felt he needed to. The lion frequently found himself shocked by the dragon's different tastes, reaching across so many different genres, and most of the time touching on something that he knew. Not all of it, of course - that would have been impossible - but a lot more than he usually expected from the older guys.

When they finally reached the end of their musical chat - with him giving Kaito a couple of recommendations and the two of them laughing about the pretentiousness of most classical music-goers - it was well towards midnight, and Gus was having the time of his life.

"Man, I never thought...Man. Here I thought you'd be another stick in the mud, like Thimas."

"I know you two don't get along, but he's a good guy. I'm just a bit different."

"A bit more awesome, more like. Seriously, he wouldn't even say that these musics are any good, and you're actually a fan."

"Here and there, Gus, here and there."

"Well, better than him."

"Yes, well, I'm glad that you're happier now."

And he really was. Gus hadn't thought that his day could actually get any better after so many things going wrong, but it had. A couple of hours conversation, and now all he needed was -

Grumble rumble grumble...

His stomach went off, and Kaito stifled a laugh behind his hand.

"Looks like there's a little kitty who's hungry, there."

"Heh, hell yeah, I am. I haven't had anything to eat since noon."

"Why don't you have some of that Chinese food, then? I'm still pretty good from the restaurant; they're just leftovers."

"Well, why don't you pop open that wine, and we'll keep talking?"

"I would, but I have to get some sleep."

"What's sleep?"

"...Well, it's something most of us still need. You'll understand when you're older."

"But -"

"Heh, trust me, responsibilities aren't fun, but they are mine. The couch is yours, or if you aren't bothered, you can come to bed after you finish eating."

"Cum, or come?"

"Hmmm...I'll leave that up to your sense of decency, but I do need sleep."

The dragon stretched as he got up, his arms going high above his head, and his hips moving forward to counter-balance. As a result, Gus got one hell of a view, and he bit back a wolf-whistle at the sight of the bulge that the dragon was packing.

Wonder if Thimas has had that under his tail yet? he thought.

He watched as Kaito strolled off towards the bedroom, and only got up when the dragon was out of sight. Grabbing the bag of leftovers, he flipped the boxes inside open, and checked to see what they had.

Only some of it was proper Chinese food; crab rangoon, pot stickers, and some yakisoba was all that was left, and he pushed the last bit out of the way. Scarfing down the crab rangoon as fast as he could, and shoving down a couple of pot stickers for good measure, Gus found himself reaching for his guitar before he even thought about it. He wasn't even aware of what he was doing until he'd swung it around and rested it against his chest.

He paused, glancing towards the bedroom. Did he really need that to actually get some fun with Kaito? Probably not, but...

He was interrupted by a knock at the door. Well, less of a knock and more a barrage of them, banging against it with the tempo and speed of a drummer that had gone insane. Grumbling under his breath, the barely-dressed lion walked to the door and flung it open.

Standing - or perhaps, more accurately, coiled - on the other side was the same naga from before. He lifted his fist to beat on the door again, but froze as soon as he laid eyes on the lion.

"You -"

"Didn't I tell you? Out of my life."

Gus tapped a finger on his guitar, and he saw the dizzy spirals from the earlier song start floating back up in the naga's eyes. In short order, the cobra was slithering away, running off down the hallway. He even went past the elevator and had to turn around, a fact which left the lion giggling a little bit more than it should have.

He turned around to see Kaito sticking his head out of the bedroom, the dragon bare-chested and wearing little more than a pair of sweats. They were not exactly loose ones, either, clinging to a form that was starting to go a bit to seed, but still had plenty of muscle and a good bit of fun stuff hidden beneath the cloth.

This time, Gus did lick his lips, and Kaito chuckled.

"I'm hoping that was just to get the rangoon off of your whiskers?"

"Huh? Oh, yeah, sure, why not?"

He ran his fingers down the offending whisker, licked them clean, and then smiled back at the dragon.

"So, before you go to bed..."

"Yeah?"

"Mind if I show you a bit of my music?"

Kaito paused, blinking. Slowly, the dragon pointed to the guitar.

"With, um, that?"

"What else? My armpits?"

They both laughed at that, Kaito shaking his head as Gus made as if to demonstrate.

"No, no, I meant...don't you need a speaker for that? It looks like an electric guitar."

"Heh, don't you worry about that. I have a little technique for making it work right. Thimas isn't the only one with a special talent."

"...Oh?"

"Heh, he hasn't told you?"

Kaito shook his head.

"Yeah, well, much as I'd like to blow the whistle on that guy, that's his problem. So, is that a yes?"

"Well, I guess, but -"

"Great!"

And with that, his hand came down with a hard, controlled strum over the strings. The soundwaves knocked several vases off of the shelves, and shoved the dragon back a few steps. Another strum, another blast, and Kaito was knocked back towards the bed, his head spinning. Then a third, and the dragon went flying head over heels, the sound carrying him back until he was sprawled out onto the bed, his eyes spinning and dazed.

It only took a single jump to join the dragon on the bed, and Gus chuckled as he looked down at the near-naked man. Kaito was completely out of it, though still conscious. That was saying something; not everyone managed to keep their heads on when he was really rocking out.

"Heh, let's see...I think you deserve something really good for blowing off that other dragon..."

Reaching up to the tuning rods at the top of the guitar, he gave them a couple of tweaks as he thought of the right lyrics. He wanted it to be good...

Then, he had it.

"Whooooooooooooooa, yeah!"

A powerful strum of the chords sent a shockwave through the whole apartment, and he heard a few other people get knocked over in the other rooms nearby. That didn't bother the lion as he started hammering down on the strings, plucking them with claws that had long since been blunted to oblivion from this sort of work.

"Working hard, working day Make that money, never play From sunrise to sundown Working hard all around... "

The effects of the music were already getting into the dragon's head, working through his skull. Gus could see it in his eyes. Kaito was dazed, giddy, and - most importantly - relaxed. It was spreading through his whole body, leaving him limp and happy. Very happy, judging by the bulge that was getting bigger in his pants.

Well, we're all horny nutjobs when we stop thinking about it...

He chuckled, taking a pose with one foot on the dragon's crotch, keeping him pinned as he kept singing.

"Working hard, working day, Make that money, never play Work and work through the light And then, when at last it's night... "

Gus pulled a predator's grin, and let out a long, wailing guitar solo.

"Yeaaaaaaaaaah, when the sun goes down Party hard to the rockin' sound When the sun goes down Party hard to the rockin' sound! "

Already, Kaito was mouthing the words, and Gus smirked as he took another step onto the large dragon, one big foot over Kaito's bulge while the other teased at his chin. The dragon barely seemed to notice, and Gus chuckled as he kept up the tune.

They still had a good five verses to go...

The next morning, the lion was not quite sure where he was. All he knew was that he was surrounded by darkness, sweat, and that there was something rubbing under his tail. Not objectionably, either, just warm, wet, and -

"Mmmph...Oooooh..."

He pulled his head back as said warm and wet thing slid inside of him, and he finally had a better view of what was going on. Resting his hands on the warm, scaly thighs of his host, Gus turned his head to look over his shoulder. When he saw Kaito busily working over his ass, sliding a tongue between the cheeks and over his pucker, he couldn't help but smile.

"Heh, this guy's almost as good as Darl..."

It took him a few seconds to remember what had happened the night before, and as he worked it over in his memory, he sprawled - as cats were wont to do - over the dragon, one hand idly working under Kaito's sac and circling around his hole.

Did I sing one song, or...maybe a few? Hmm...Maybe I shouldn't have borrowed that bottle of wine. Where is it, anyway?

It didn't matter that much; as long as it wasn't jammed up his ass again, like had happened at a party a couple of months back, he wasn't too bothered. He arched his back, moaning softly as that thick dragon tongue worked over his hole, teasing it, pulling at it in a lovely way with each and every lick. Kaito knew what he was doing, for damn sure, and it made him all the more grateful he'd made that tribute song to Darl's family tradition, "Morning Glory".

As his hole was teased and licked, Gus debated sliding a finger into the dragon's hole. He probably could get away with it, this early. Unless Kaito was an early riser, there was no way that he was waking up from the trance early, and with more than one song, he'd put good money on the dragon staying under until well past noon.

"Well, hope you didn't have any scheduled plans, big guy. Besides, I think we could both use a day off..."

He slowly slid a finger past the dragon's rim, feeling around inside. It didn't take long to feel the reassuring hardness of an eager cock against his chest, and he chuckled to himself.

That chuckle quickly turned into a hiss of pleasure as Kaito's tongue slipped past his rim, sliding inside of him and flicking over his inner walls. His claws came out and lightly scratched over the dragon's thigh, though thankfully he had enough control to not claw at Kaito's inner walls. Panting softly, Gus raised his ass up a little higher, pierced dick hard and dripping along the dragon's chest.

"Hooooo, fuck...you better use that trick when your boyfriend comes back. I bet he's gonna love this..."

It was so tempting to stay there and get his ass eaten out until he came, but a quick look at the clock told him that it wasn't a good idea. Much as he liked to lay around all morning, he knew that he needed to get in touch with Darl and Sam. They were worried about whether he'd make it to the city alright - despite his guitar - and they'd wanted him to call.

Hell, probably should have called them last night...

Regretfully, he pulled himself off of the dragon's tongue and gave him a tap on the thigh.

"Why don't you go grab a shower? I'll be right there..."

Kaito shuffled off without a word, still under the control of the music. Starting to get a little concerned about just how many songs he must have played, Gus rooted around in his pockets. He always kept a little notebook to mark down his performances, even when he was a bit drunk, so if last night was the same...

"Oh, man, what was I thinking..."

There were over a dozen songs that were marked off as played, some encouraging a long-lasting nudity, others making the listener all kinds of horny. "Morning Glory," of course, and one about the "Fuck of a Lifetime". He didn't know how that one had come up; he usually saved that for couples.

"Well...on one hand, he's gonna be all sorts of riled up."

CLANG!

Blinking, Gus darted out of the bedroom, and looked around the corner. A new cabinet that hadn't been there before had fallen open as Kaito had walked by - he guessed - and inside were a number of...toys. Very extensive, very varied, very BIG toys.

"On the other hand...Maybe I better call Thimas. Or Saunak...No, Thimas. That size queen couldn't get here fast enough..."

The End