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"So hey, tell me - what kinda fag thinks this is a good Christmas present?"

Dallas was already relaxed. His wings, sprawled across the floor, curled a bit at the edges before straightening out again. The only part of him that wasn't relaxed was of course his cock, which bulged in a candy-striped jockstrap with an ugly purple stick-on ribbon on the peak of the lump. It rose and fell as if breathing.

"Well," the big bat murmured, smiling a drunk-on-eggnog smile, "you're a fag. And I'm at least half fag. So I'd say my crotch is a pretty good present."

Lane smirked, but his heavy bear jowls didn't quite get the memo, leaving him with a melted half-smile. "I ain't a fag," he groused, kneeling between the bat's stout thighs. "I just like dick."

"And ass, and ballbags, and taint," Dallas chirruped. The bear grabbed his balls through the jock and gave them a gentle squeeze; Dallas gasped and rolled back his eyes. "No shaking your presents, big boy. Just open it up."

The bear mumbled something petulant as he grabbed one of the ribbon's leads. He started to tug, but when the whole thing came off at once like a piece of sparkling garnish, he scoffed and dangled it from his fingertips. "Wrap ye cock up festive and gaily," he deadpanned, "but skimp on the ribbon? C'mon, man."

"Fuck you," Dallas hissed, grinning. "Just hurry up and go down on me, you fat sack of faggot."

"Hey," said Lane, dropping the ribbon and holding up a finger, "I ain't fat. You take that shit back."

It was hard to make that one stick. Lane was a bear, and he had the nominal body fat that went with the species (particularly around the bottom), but he still boasted a body that could've been chiseled out of marble.

"Mmh," Dallas mumbled. "Yeah, fine. You're not fat." He relaxed, the back of his skull bumping on the floor. "Just in the head."

"Head of my dick, you mean," Lane sniggered, and he reached for the bat's jockstrap again. It was sparkly and terrible, glimmering candy cane shades even in the break room's low lights. A dense spot of precum oozed through the tacky fabric, giving away the precise location of the piss slit.

Short tail wiggling with anticipation and a bulge swelling in his shorts, Lane pulled down on Dallas' jock until the fat batmeat underneath could take no more tension. It sprung out, slinging a wad of precum up across the bat's washboard of a stomach. Dallas sharply hissed as his dick was freed. "Mmm, god," he mumbled.

It was a severe violation of corporate policy - especially right there in the club's break room - but Lane went down on Dallas with nothing between his hungry bear maw and the bat's throbbing, uncut cock. The taste of naked dick was almost a shock to him after so many years of playing it safe with rubbers. He gulped down the precum which Dallas oozed in great quantities.

"Mmm-mmm, naughty," Dallas purred, his wings again curling at the edges like dying leaves. "No rubber? You could catch all sorts of diseases, like the ones they showed us on that fucking employee training video."

Lane pulled back, snickering. Heavy drool caked the bat's shaft, gleaming on Lane's jowls. "Don't remind me of that fuckin' thing. Damn near sexual assault, that film is."

Dallas stared up at the ceiling, watching as the crisscross of shadows from the lamps seemed to dance. It was just a matter of drunkenness - he didn't think the absinthe he'd had on top of his brandy-spiked eggnog was really hallucinogenic - but the effect was pleasing all the same. Really, though, he thought, chuckling, a blowjob and a good buzz - is this Lane's Christmas gift or mine?

"What're you laughing about, you flyin' rat?" the bear dryly asked.

"Ju-u-ust thinking," Dallas coolly said. "Hey, what happened to sucking me off?" He tried to look down at Lane but found it too difficult to sit up. Dallas who had done countless crunches in his life now couldn't be bothered to bend just enough to look at Lane.

Lane said nothing, but then Dallas heard a small, wet sound. He popped up an eyebrow, and his almost perpetual smile lost some of its edge. Then he felt Lane's big, hard paws on his thighs, yanking them apart, and he let loose a tiny squeak; it was a bat noise, one that was impossible to suppress when he was startled, and he hated it.

Growling like a beast, Lane pushed the fat head of his circumcised cock under the bat's balls and against his small, tight anus. Lime-green latex garbed his meat, lube dribbling off it like warm frosting on a bun. "I ain't sucking your dick anymore. Don't wanna catch your AIDS," he snickered. "I'm just gonna fuck you in the ass."

It hadn't really occurred to Dallas that by offering himself up inebriated and in the skimpiest of clothes, he was implicitly giving up his bottom, too. He chewed his lip, his bloodsucking fangs appearing large and prominent over them, and then he huffed through his nostrils. "Well--, well fine, then."

"Better than fine," Lane coolly said, pushing it forward and impaling the bat. Dallas hissed and grimaced, and the expression of pain put a grin on Lane's face. He held Dallas fast by his taut thighs and said with a grunt, "You wanna cum, then you better jerk off. I don't do handjobs unless it's my own dick."

"Lucky I'm letting you fuck my ass or you'd be jerking off anyway," Dallas puffed. His smile was nowhere to be seen, replaced by a red-cheeked grimace completed by glaring, deep-set eyes. Now he was looking down at Lane just enough that the bear could see the pissiness of his expression. "You bastard."

Dallas was only nominally experienced in receiving anal sex. He'd had fingers and tongues in his backdoor (he actually liked the latter quite a bit), and he did in fact own a phallic toy or two... but those were beginner-sized, where Lane was an advanced model. That fat bear prick wedged open his ass like a fist, its rounded head just loving enough to spread him without gouging him - but Dallas was still wincing and curling his toes.

His hips bumped into those of the vampire bat, causing Lane to sigh in satisfaction. He started to buck, moving slowly but with an implacable firmness. Even as Dallas winced and squeaked such nothings as fuck, that hurts and Jesus Christ, my ass is never gonna close all the way again, Lane continued to play with his Christmas present. Dallas would survive, Lane knew; he'd personally had bigger things in his ass.

"Jerk off, you'll feel better," Lane murmured, glancing down at the handsome bat.

"Maybe," Dallas said petulantly, wishing then that he'd taken in more liquor. He started to masturbate, finding that his paw glided excellently on the sheen of drool Lane had left. The bear proved right; stroking himself took his mind off the pain of the penetration, adding to the modest pleasure it gave him. He closed his eyes and huffed through his nearly pursed lips.

Moving more quickly but no more firmly, Lane began to huff. A steady precum ooze filled his condom's reservoir, turning the nub into a minor balloon in a short time. Dallas squirmed at the feeling of it dragging so weirdly across his inner walls, giving him a queer new pleasure which was as awkward as it was enjoyable. He puffed through his nostrils and looked again to the shadows on the ceiling.

"You gonna cum?" the bat quietly asked.

"Mhm," Lane replied, his handsome, jowly face a mask of pleasure. He opened his orange eyes long enough to study the pleasured contortions of Dallas' snout. "You, buddy?"

"Soon," Dallas admitted. "It's better than I expected..."

His hips moved a little faster and a chuckle rose in his throat. Lane took a heavy hand off of the bat's thigh to palm his balls, giving them a gentle squeeze and pulling them away from his body much as a ball ring would have. "Every guy says that. Ass sex hurts like a mother at first. This side of hangin' yourself, though, you'll never have a better squirt than one you get from a hard dick in your asshole."

Dallas licked his lips slowly, as though in thought. A thick runner of precum jetted across his belly, accompanied by a savage, reflexive clench in his ass. It coaxed a quiet squeak from the bat, and a groan from the bear.

"Shi-i-it," Lane grumbled, beginning to fold over top of Dallas. "Ah, shit... close now." He brought his nose near the bat's, met his eyes, smiled with a strained quality. "Gimme some sugar?"

Shocking Lane, Dallas threw his strong legs around the bear's back and crushed their lips together. The long, slinking muscle of the bat's tongue thrust into Lane's maw, slathering the thicker, clumsier muscle of Lane's tongue and the soft flesh of his gums. He masturbated quickly now; kissing was something he unabashedly loved.

Under the sucking and smacking of the kiss rose a grumble in Lane's throat. He shuddered against Dallas, mashing his hips into the bat's ass. By that point in time, the studly bat's anus was swollen and sore, but the pleasure was rising faster than the swell. Close together with Dallas and beginning to quake, the bear bucked and bucked until finally, his joints locked and his muscles tensed. He went utterly passive in the kiss (which Dallas had been dominating to begin with), and he shot his wad, filling up the condom, bloating it to a point of dangerous tension.

Dallas grunted into Lane's open maw, stricken by the feeling of the overfilled rubber. He clenched down violently as his own orgasm suddenly struck him, rendering him as declawed as the bear was. Hissing and squirming, nuzzling eagerly against Lane's snout, the vampire bat came all over his belly and Lane's, giving himself and his friend a wet white mess appropriate for the holiday.

Suddenly and shockingly, the rubber proved it could take no more of Lane's spunk or Dallas' clenching. It burst, staying in one tattered piece but loosing its payload deep into the bat's ass. Dallas groaned sharply and arched his back, his wings curling inward nearly to envelop Lane. "Fu-u-uck! Did the condom break?"

Lane laughed and smooched Dallas on the nose, staying flush to the bat. Such a huge mess - and on the break room's dark carpeting, no less. "Ye-e-eah, it did," he said at the tail-end of his laugh. "Uh... let's just stay like this for right now, 'cause I just know as soon as I pull out, the janitor's gonna pop out from behind the couch or something and rape me with his mop handle."

"God dammit," Dallas grumbled, less at Lane and more at the situation. "Note to self, start double-bagging my dick, I guess."

A chuckle and a smooch from Lane cooled Dallas off, bringing back some of his usual calm. "Relax, buddy. Just relax. It's Christmas Eve," he said with a wink.

"Mmm... yeah," Dallas sighed, smiling. "And I get tomorrow off with pay."

"Me too," Lane chirped. "I'll come by your place. My gift'll be a nice fluffy pillow for you to sit on."

Dallas nipped him on the cheek. "Just rim me," he said in a counteroffer. "A-a-all day."

Lane seemed to consider it, then he nodded. "Yeah. That works, too... hey, we oughta go across the street, hit up that lacy boy club. That fag foxcoon's giving handies to Nature Calls employees tonight."

Neither of them made a joke about how he must have had his hands full. Such low-hanging fruit seemed tasteless.

"Think I'd rather just head home, snuggle up in front of the fireplace," Dallas mused. "Don't read too much into this, but, do you wanna come?"

"I ain't got much to do tonight. Count me in." He kissed the bat's cheek down where the jawline began. "I can get started on that rimmin' tonight..."