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OMFG!!!! Ive finally finished it!!. I'm sorry all, but my muse ran away and ive been depressed ever since. Now its back, and there WILL be more to come. I can say that this is my best yiff yet, so PLEASE comment and tell me how to raise the bar.

This DOES contain yiff of a homosexual nature. If you're under 18: don't get caught. If you dont like gays (faggots, homosexuals, fags, tailraisers etc), you are SOOOO not on the right site mate :3

Onto the story...

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Dean whistled as he went about his morning routine. He was a sapphire blue dragon, rather tall, muscles well defined, with bright blue eyes and ivory claws. He had a shower, made his bed and went out for breakfast.

"Good morning son!" Dean's father, a blazing red by the name of Richard, clapped him on the back as he pass on his way to the kitchen. The sapphire rolled his eyes; his father could be a bit exuberant at times.

"I've got a new book on the table for you to look through." Richard said jovially on his way out of the hall. The younger dragon struggled to suppress a sigh. Being a 16 year old dragon isn't as easy as that of any other fur. Because of rarity, arranged marriages were common and usually happened when the suitors were just reaching maturity. Thus a book or "catalogue" as Dean preferred to call it disdainfully, was on the table about once a week for him to look through and /hopefully/ pick a wife. Each page featured a photo and a profile on each of the dragonesses including info on their dreams, aspirations and skills. This "catalogue" was updated almost weekly for the aspiring parent to download and print out for the benefit of their children.

Richard was very dogmatic about the ritual of looking for a mate and was very annoyed whenever Dean tried to argue against it. The red was lucky and found his perfect wife from the book, and so enforced it onto his two sons. Well, only one son now, as his brother had been lucky too: he'd found a suitor who he continues to call the bride of his dreams. Dean himself knew there was no chance for such a thing to happen to him and the reason for that was his darkest secret.

Dean completed the morning breakfast ritual and left for school. Walking down the street, he nodded to a few students he knew and picked up the pace a little; he was rather eager to get to school. Ever since he had met Mark about 3 weeks back he the world seemed a better place, there was someone to talk to, someone who understood the cons of being a dragon and so he could complain for hours on end, someone who he could generally connect with. Though Dean knew his side of the friendship ran deep; and it left him at night with rather explicit thoughts.

Mark had been teaching the dragon new moves from his repertoire of throws and holds since the incident. They trained on Thursdays, booking the school's boxing/wrestling ring for practice. When they had begun, Dean had started to find not making a move on him very hard; and when they had finished, it took every ounce of control in him not to do something stupid. It was Thursday yet again, and god knows what will happen this time.

***

"Humph!" Mark thought as he passed by a rather lovely looking tigress who winked flirtatiously at him. Apparently; after beating the three year 12s up, Mark had become almost a hero in the eyes of a lot of furs, and according to Dean, many of the girls were now after him. He had this problem at his old school; due to the fact that his lithe figure and emerald green eyes made him rather hot. He hadn't really dwelled on it; but he just couldn't see himself taking a girlfriend. The "girls have germs" behaviour had nothing to do with it, though what he had was almost a natural aversion to them which also confused Mark because he wasn't sexist. What he couldn't see though, is that though he was the apparent "hero" and all. He was still a human; and one with enough skill in martial arts to be the cold-blooded killer humans are reported to be. Shaking his head; Mark waited outside the entrance of the school for Dean to show.

Dean was great to hang around with, and Mark found it very hard not to be angry with him. They fooled around endlessly, teased each other and mock fought. He was a good sport, which made sparring with him fun and his easy-going nature calmed the boy whenever he had something on his mind; like his current situation with girls, fur or human. He noticed Dean coming up the pathway and nodded to him, smiling.

"Hey mate!" Mark clasped hands with the dragon "How's things?"

"Good. You?" They walked into the school and begun to walk to the lockers.

"Can't complain. Sarah's trying to hook up with me though." Mark groaned comically and chuckled. He noticed Dean stiffen up at the mention of Sarah. "You alright? You seem tense." The dragon calmed.

"Nah, I'm fine, just thinking is all."

"Don't worry; you can have her if you want her. I'm not really interested."

He started and turned to Mark, surprised. "What do you mean? Sarah's on of the hottest felines in school; there are so many furs wishing they were in your position right now."

"What?" Mark's tone was scathing, "a human in an anthro school with dead parents?"

"Oh..." Dean's voice was timid, he put a claw on his shoulder; he hated seeing Mark like this. "That's not what I meant..."

"Forget it." He interrupted and patted the dragon's claw off his shoulder. "I'm just moody..."

"Well, there's one thing to brighten your day" Dean shoved Mark playfully; "you get to kick my ass after school at training!" They laughed, and arrived at the locker bay, waving to Alex and Zack who were talking beside the lockers.

"You have a point there." Mark grinned and they went to grab their books before going to class.

***

Dean's thoughts were deep in contemplation as the math teacher droned on about algebraic equations.

"Why is Mark so touchy when girls are mentioned?" He thought to himself. "He's up to his arms in furs who are after him and he finds it annoying. He couldn't possibly be..." The dragon felt his heart jump and he promptly whacked it back down. "That's wishful thinking..."

"Dean!" He jumped at hearing his name called. Mr Marrion, a rather grouchy panther, was glaring at him. "Since you were paying attention, could you please answer the question on the board?"

Looking at the equation, he answered it perfectly. If there was one class he was good at; it was maths. The teacher grunted at not being able to catch him out and continued with the lesson.

"Well, only one way to find out..."

***

During lunch, Dean, Mark and the rest of the gang hung out in the dining hall. The days were rather cold at the moment so they all gathered around one of the four heaters. No one dared complain at them about it; with a dragon and a human there it would be nothing short of a death wish. They talked about random things; the next movie coming out, favourite bands and such like. Dean and Mark were sitting next to each other, the dragon paying more attention Mark's cute ass than the conversation, and the human watching Zack and Alex. Mark knew there was something going on between them, he just couldn't tell what. Apparently, Alex came to school about a week before he did and was inducted into the gang by insistence of Zack. Not that the group complained; one of their major tag lines was "the more the merrier".

Mark caught sight of Chris, the brown wolf, waving him over to his table. He usually sits alone, so something must be up. Muttering where he was going to Dean, he got up off the heater and made his way over.

"Hey Chris, what's the matter?"

"Oh, nothing, I just wondered when we were going to have that sparring session; you never got back to me on it."

"Damn, that's right!" Mark grimaced, "how about after school? I'm teaching Dean throws and holds; I'm sure he wouldn't mind a demonstration of good fight."

"Alright, I'll see you there then."

"K; will do."

***

When Mark had made it back to the claimed heater, Dean asked, ‘What was that all about?"

"Chris challenged me to a fight after school, nothing serious, just a good spar; thought you'd like a show."

"Ahk," Dean hid his slight disappointment as his felt his heart sink, "We're still sparring today aren't we?"

"Course, I'm going to teach you how to take someone to the ground without so much as having to use the strength in a finger."

"Looking forward to it!" His heart went from sinking to back flipping as he heard they were still going to be wrestling each other to the ground. /Mmmmm... now there's an idea.../ he thought amusedly to himself. Just then the bell went and they had to part ways for class. Dean was practically skipping to his locker.

***

The dragon was puffing for breath as he finally made it to the gym; he was kept back because he wasn't paying attention again. As he entered the doors of the gym and headed for the booked room, he heard a loud thump from within and a grunt, almost sounding like one of pain. Dean quickened his pace and opened the door in time to see Mark letting out a high-aimed roundhouse kick at Chris, who grabbed it and went for a strike to the stomach. Both were wearing only shorts, which were the norm and a fact that Dean found quite likeable, and sweating profusely. The dragon held is breath as he watched the wolf administer what would be the killing blow; or so he thought. Mark deftly caught the paw and went to punch with his own fist. Chris, with both hands full, had to drop Mark's leg in order to block it.

Mark however was step ahead, and followed the punch with a knee strike to the groin. It seemed that such a ploy was rudimentary, and the wolf in turn ducked under the punching fist, blocked the knee with his free arm, and reversed the grip of his other arm. Now holding Mark's arm, he stepped underneath the trapped arm in order to twist it and leave the human in a hold. Grunting slightly in pain, Mark wrapped his legs around the wolf's forward one and used his leg and stomach muscles to pull Chris's support from under him.

Chris didn't expect the move and fell to the ground. Mark, quickly reversing the hold on his arm by doing the exact twisting move on the wolf, pushed Chris to the ground on his stomach. Kneeling on the inside of the wolf's knees, effectively preventing him from lashing out with his legs, Mark pressed his advantage until Chris was fully pressed into the ground and calling break.

Letting the wolf go and jumping up, he waited for Chris to get up as well. With a comical groan, he arose from the ground and bowed, head faced downwards in admittance of defeat. Mark bowed in reply and they both shook hands. With the formalities over, they both collapsed to the ground, laughing.

Dean stood there, dumbfounded. He was amazed at the potential Mark hid. The dragon knew, with cold certainty; that Mark could have done far worse to his brother during that fight: he was holding back! The dragon ran up to the two to see if they were alright.

***

Mark was exhilarated; he had never had such a good fight before! When he sparred with his father, he was always too respectful and didn't want to risk hurting him even though it wasn't probably possible. With a chest aching from laughing, he finally sat up to see Dean running up towards them. Chris sat up too.

"I'm no match for you!" He gasped, quite out of breath.

"Not true! You almost beat me; that pull on your leg to get you to fall over was the last desperate measure I had."

"Damn, if only I had have seen it coming."

"Hah, well, too late."

"I demand a rematch!"

"Later, right now I gotta teach this buffoon here. Stop worrying! I'm perfectly fine." Mark smiled good-naturedly at the dragon who kept repeatedly asking if he was alright.

"Heheh, alright: another time then." Getting up, the wolf grinned and comically limped out the room, gaining a laugh from both Dean and Mark.

"Now," Mark got up and dusted himself off, "ready for your lesson?"

"If it is a replay of anything like that: no thankyou!" The dragon remarked as he pulled his T-shirt off. They both chuckled as they started the lesson.

***

It wasn't very productive to say the least. Dean was still stunned by the strength Mark could dish out, and more often than not he was on the receiving end of it because he wasn't paying enough attention to block when necessary. This usually meant that the dragon was on the ground on his chest and Mark was straddling him, holding his twisted arm against his back. The position they kept returning to didn't help either as whenever he was brought to the ground, he would fantasize about the roles being reversed and the dragon on top.

"Alright, enough for now," Mark said as he once again got off Dean's back. "Are you alright, you seem distant,"

"What was that?" The dragon asked,

"See what I mean! What's on your mind? You're not going to learn if you continue to faze out like that."

Dean snorted "Stop it, your sound like my father."

Mark chuckled, "heh, sorry, it's just that you seem a little disgruntled. Are you afraid that I'll turn on you?" he asked teasingly.

With the mindset the sapphire was in, Dean took that comment quite differently to its intention. The dragon stretched his legs in an attempt to hide the fact he was adjusting his growing erection.

"How about we try it the other way around?" Mark asked. A change of pace might stop the lesson from becoming mundane and allow Dean to connect again.

Connect he did.

"Deal," The dragon agreed immediately and was quite alert in learning as to how to wrestle his crush to the ground.

Mark put him through the motions on how to do it effectively and then challenged the dragon to administer them. As Dean came charging, Mark quickly swept his feet from under him, causing the sapphire to land on his butt with a thud.

"Ow." He stated rubbing his behind as he got up "what was that for?"

"You're too sloppy; you need to be fast, direct and in control of your body. That way, if I go to block, usually the force behind the grab can't be stopped. Again."

Dean quickly found that if he was going to force Mark to the ground, he was going to have to work for it. On the fifth go he finally managed to wrestle Mark down, straddling his back and pushing the human's twisted arm against him.

"Nice one, you finally got it. I submit."

Those two last words sent the dragon's blood pumping even though that wasn't what Mark meant. Dean's slowly growing erection was now surging with life, it knew what the sapphire wanted, and that person in question was under him.

"Dean?" Mark asked quizzically; completely oblivious to the dragon's heavy breathing.

"Mark," the sapphire said huskily, "you know how you said you wanted to know what's on my mind?"

"Yeah, Dean could you please get off me?"

"Well," He continued, ignoring Mark's plea "It's just that," he bent over and nuzzled into the human's neck tenderly. "I've kinda grown attracted to you Mark."

Mark blanked; he didn't know what to think. He tensed as the sapphire nuzzled his neck and stammered out a reply, "What do you mean?"

Dean stood a little and rolled Mark onto his back before sitting gently down again on top of him. The dragon bent over and brought his maw close to his crush's face.

"I like you Mark, a lot." With that, he closed the distance between their lips and kissed Mark passionately.

Mark, still in a daze, followed suit and before long, they were both licking the inside of each other's mouth/maw. He found himself getting harder during the course of their kissing and finally realised what he was doing. Pushing Dean back, he gasped for air and slowly pushed himself away from the dragon.

"This isn't right," he heaved "what's wrong with me?"

With that, he slid under the ring's ropes and ran for the door; tears running down his face, leaving the wounded sapphire to form tears of guilt, shame and remorse of his own.

***

Mark blindly ran for the lockers. Finding his own, he undid the lock and pulled out his change of clothes. Grabbing them; he sat on the bench, and broke down. The shock was finally abating as the adrenaline slowly worked its way out of his system.

As he regained control of his scattered thoughts, he finally admitted he wasn't dreaming. Thinking back, he realised one important and probably most horrifying fact: he liked the kiss. In fact, he liked it a lot; so much so that he got a hard on over it. He slammed the bench with his fist. But it's so wrong! He shouldn't be feeling this! Sure he never felt anything for a girl; but he never considered the idea that he was gay. Sobbing softly, Mark simply sat there, numb to the world.

***

Dean didn't know how long he sat on the ground. To say he was crushed is an understatement. His heart sank into the ground as mixed emotions raged within him. Guilt because he caused his best friend grief, sadness because he was rejected and utter loneliness at the fact that he scared the one thing that was good in his life away in tears. The dragon felt like he was going to be sick; and quite amazed when he wasn't. After what seemed like an age; he finally pulled himself together and decided to go see if Mark was still around so he could apologize and try to salvage at least some of their broken friendship.

***

Mark was about to get up to shower and change when Dean walked into the locker room. His felt even worse now to see that the dragon wasn't doing much better.

"Hey," was all he could manage to say.

"Hey. Um, about that, I'm sorry; I shouldn't have done that... Can we still be friends?"

"Dean, I," Mark paused trying to find the right words to say, "I'm not... angry with you, just... shocked. Not just because you hit on me, but because I liked it as well. I never thought about myself being gay, It's just... the idea seems so foreign and yet it makes perfect sense."

Dean suddenly began to feel a slight surge of elation. Mark wasn't angry at him! The dragon came to sit next to him.

"Look, I promise it won't happen again." He said softly.

"No, it isn't that either; it's just that, now that I look at it I realise:" Within him an internal war was battling. Is he ready for this? Is he ready to face any possible repercussions? Can he find truth to these words? Mark looked into the bottomless blue eyes of the dragon and found only one word, and it answered all these questions: yes. "I like you too." As he said it, he leaned closer and closer towards the dragon, and uttering those last words, he kissed him without reservation.

Dean thought he was imagining things. Mark actually liked him back! Upon this understanding, the sapphire put far more into the kiss and before they realised it; they were both lying on the bench, Dean on top. They both broke it off with ragged breathing but both continued to keep eye-contact; seeing the hunger in each others stare.

Mark looked down at Dean's crotch and found that he couldn't look away. The dragon was bigger than average; that fact had to be admitted as the human was staring at 10 inches of dragonhood, straining against the loose fabric of his shorts. Mark's own shorts suddenly grew a lot tighter than he ever thought possible at that moment and Dean couldn't help but notice. With a cheeky grin, he said "let's get those off then" he took a step closer and laid a claw on Mark's crotch. The human's tense form melted at the sweet caress and he barely held back a moan. This spurred the dragon on as he hooks a claw under the waistband and pulls the shorts down, jocks and all, to reveal Mark's uncut 6 inches, dripping steadily with pre.

Dean followed his instincts, stroking the shaft slowly, spreading the pre-cum along its length. Mark groaned and bucked into the claw reflexively. The soft, warm scales were heaven to the boy's cock, and the gentle rubbing against the razor sharp claws added to the intensity of his pleasure. Without any thought, Mark reached over and lowered the sapphire's own pants, releasing the draconian meat from its restraints. It was a pale white with a decent girth and the head was slightly bigger than average. As Mark stroked the dragonhood, Dean growled/groaned in pleasure and his length began to leak faster, quickly coating Mark's hand in his juices.

The dragon stepped out of his shorts and used his free arm to pull Mark closer, causing them to groan in unison as their hips ground together. He was pulled into a kiss from the boy, which was instantly returned. The sapphire's serpentine tail came to wrap around Mark, bringing him into its scaly embrace. He moaned into Dean's maw at the elevated level of contact he had with the dragon and came for air, panting.

Suddenly, the sapphire had an idea. He picked Mark up, wrapping his legs around his scaly torso, and carried him to the showers. He continued kissing the boy there, holding him against the wall and turning the showers on. The default warm water cascaded onto them. It soaked Mark's hair and increased the sensitivity of both their bodies as if a conduit to the sexual energy. The falling droplets sensually massaged both their bodies, relaxing their muscles to both their enjoyment.

Mark groaned as he was trapped between the wall and the scaly-bound muscle. Running his tongue over Dean's razor sharp teeth, he came to the conclusion that he liked kissing, a lot. He pushed the sapphire away slightly, and in that moment, used his weight to lower himself down the dragon's body. He found what he was looking for quickly and ground his ass against it. The dragon moaned into Mark's mouth and broke away, his voice barely audible against the water.

"I'm too big, it'll hurt."

Not to be discouraged, the boy said back, "Well, why don't we just start preparing for later then?"

Dean's heart rate almost trebled: not only was Mark enjoying it, he wanted a next time as well. He put the boy down and sat on the bench under the showers. He exposed his length to Mark in all his glory, "suck on it," he commanded in a sultry yet dominant voice.

Mark hid his grin and lowered his head submissively. Looking down at the dragon cock, he knew in his mind that he wanted it, and where. He knelt between the sapphire's muscled legs and grasped the length in front of him. The touch caused Dean to buck instinctively and huff slightly. The boy grinned openly now as he licked over the shaft. The running water overhead diluted the taste slightly, but he could still sense that telltale slight salty/sweet tang on his tongue. Slowly he ran the appendage over every inch of the dragonhood, encouraged by the moans he was receiving above him. A claw was brought to his head, scritching gently and guiding him on his path down the member. Mark followed the guidance and took as much as he could without gagging. Once he had reached that limit, he bobbed his head up and down the length whilst jerking the rest.

Dean was in heaven. The pleasure being caused by Mark's mouth was too great to describe. He did his best to quieten his moans and not to buck. Deciding to help the boy with his own pleasure, he brought his prehensile tail up to his own lips. Careful to have his head out of the stream of water at the time, he sucked on his tail, lubing it. Having done that, he curved his tail up under Mark and prodded for his opening.

Mark wasn't expecting it when something wet began poking at his behind, it made him jump slightly, causing him to lower himself further onto the dragon cock. The sapphire only groaned and squeezed the grip he had on the boy's shoulders. Mark reached around behind him and guided the tail in, his hole lubed slightly by the water running over it. They both groaned as the tail tip penetrated and Mark began to suck faster than ever.

Dean guided his tail into the boy slowly. He wasn't planning to go far in, just enough so it would stretch slightly and then back out slowly enough to give Mark pleasure. A chain reaction occurred from there: Mark bobbed faster and deeper onto the dragon's length; Dean in turn humped his tail in faster; and then the boy sped up the work he was doing with his own cock; making him increase the speed on the sapphire's length. This erotic process went on for another two minutes before Dean roared, pushing Mark down his length and spilling his seed directly down the human's throat. By now the tip of the dragon's penis had inflated, making Mark gag and push up. Dean felt a pang of guilt and he quickly allowed the boy to breathe.

Of course, Mark wasn't too concerned about breathing; he just didn't want to miss out on the taste of the dragon's seed. Just the taste of the liquid sex was enough to push him over the edge. He groaned around the length which allowed the dragon seed to drip from his mouth and down his chin. The boy's own seed pulsed over the shower floor to be washed away by the water.

A minute later Dean had finally finished cumming and pulled Mark up into a passionate kiss. The dragon murred as he tasted his own seed on the boy's tongue whilst they locked lips and Mark hugged the dragon, pulling him close. Unbeknownst to them a figure slipped away; rather aroused from watching the spectacle.

Once they had finally stopped kissing, the water had washed away all of the cum. They dried each other off and dressed, walking out of the gym holding each others hand/claw. Meanwhile Coach Crellen was pawing away in his office like there was no tomorrow.

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