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Flickering firelight danced against trees surrounding a campsite deep in the woods and a single log sat watching the flames crackling in a small makeshift pit surrounded by stone. A cool breeze blew through the night, a gentle one that barely rustled the leaves of both bush and tree. Grey clouds covered the moon and the only light was the fire still burning in the camp. Two tents stood against the trees at the edge of the camp and one opened to reveal two figures that stepped out into the night. A moth of yellow hide and with red feelers in the shape of bunny ears stretched and yawned before sighing and tugging his red scarf close against his neck with a little shiver. The other figure was a bee wearing square glasses with two red antennae on his head and red stripes lining his chubby yellow body. Both carried swords, a thin needle-like rapier at the bee's hip, and the moth a broadsword at his back.

At times, there was a need for heroes to leap into the fray to save the day from villains both big and small, and these two were just the sort to get it done with both sword and bravery. Both Bee and Moth, as they were named, had a certain wanderlust that saw them traveling from land to land performing acts of heroism in order to dole out justice and for no other reason than they had the deep desire to. Moth himself seemed like a jovial sort who went to sit by the fire and kick his feet back and forth humming while enjoying the peaceful evening, but there was something that seemed to be bothering Bee. He had his arms crossed and he was looking off into the darkness of the woods with his eyes behind his glasses narrowed and his foot tapping.

Bee bemoaned having to spend time sitting idly with Moth. He considered Moth to be his rival in heroism as there could never be two heroes who save the day. Normally, their encounter would mean a battle to see who had the honor of being the hero, but both of them had been tired and the woods had been cold without a fire, so they had decided to make peace instead and set camp together. It wasn't as if Bee hated Moth, no, not at all. He respected his fellow hero as he would any other, but not having a chance to prove himself made his sword arm itch.

In all of their duels, Bee had always been the one to lose the most. Bee often even found himself at the destination faster, but Moth would always arrive with a big smirk on his face and sword in hand ready to fight, and Bee would oblige him and usually lose. There were times where he felt disheartened by his losses, and tonight it seemed to be one of those times. He couldn't just ask for a duel right now, they had agreed to a ceasefire, but at the same time, Bee could see another loss on the horizon. Both Moth and himself were heading in the same direction, to a village over the hills that was haunted by dark spirits. At this pace, both of them would arrive around the same time which meant that they would surely come to blows, and that could only mean a likely loss for Bee.

With a sigh, Bee passed a hand over his head and looked towards the fire where Moth was sitting there with a big smile on his face. His rival seemed so unconcerned, so happy, so at peace, and perhaps that was his secret. Bee had always been a bit more serious and well, Moth wasn't. In a duel, Bee would find himself at a disadvantage when it came to swords, but he wondered if there was another way he could slow down Moth so he could get there first and be the hero of the day, some way he could outsmart his rival. A smirk crossed his features as he thought of something, a plan that would both be fun and would earn him a victory over Moth.

From where he sat, Moth looked up to the sound of steps crunching grass beneath them to see Bee hopping up on the log next to him, "Decided to join me finally hm? The night is good and you should relax while we're here." He said with a big smile.

Most likely to Moth's surprise, Bee answered with a small smile, "I agree with the sentiment Moth. A little relaxation for battle will do us both some good. I don't intend to lose... But I can hang up my sword for the night."

With that said, he took the foil from his belt and stabbed it into the log just enough to make sure it didn't move anywhere. Moth watched with wide eyes and a gaping mouth before he took his own sword from his back with a big grin and did the same, "Agreed!" Moth added.

The two lounged on the log, Moth looking up at the trees, Bee looking down at the fire. The silence between them didn't last too long as Moth aired his curiosities, "So, why the sudden change of heart? You're usually so serious and it took a few clashes of the sword before you finally agreed to set up camp together."

Bee shrugged and leaned back on the log, "Well, you have a point in what you said. We shouldn't waste energy when we're needed to save the day, even if can only be one of us. Besides, it isn't as if I hate you Moth."

Moth blinked, "Huh, I guess that is true. We're both fellow heroes so we should be friends."

"Just friends hm? And here I was about to confess my love for you."

Moth's cheeks turned a shade of pink and he chuckled, "Geez, maybe we should spend more time out camping together if you're going to be so friendly and even make jokes."

Bee looked toward Moth with a small smirk, "Joke? I don't know what you're talking about Moth. We might be rivals, but I've always thought of you as cute, certainly cuter than a four eyes bee like me."

Moth's cheeks turned a darker shade of pink and he looked away while drawing up his scarf to his mouth, "That's embarrassing, to say the least, but don't put yourself down either..."

Bee's felt his own cheeks burn a bit. He hadn't expected to hear that out of Moth, let alone see Moth so flustered. Just as he was about to try and gain leverage, Moth muttered, "Y'know, I kinda really like you too? You're really cool and sometimes when I'm too slow and worried for everyone, I know I can at least rely on you to beat all the bad guys. I wish I were as fast as you."

Had the tables been turned so easily? Bee had planned on teasing Moth and making him vulnerable so he could get a sneak attack in of sorts and run off ahead, but now he wasn't sure what he wanted to do. His eyes were focused on Moth who was looking away and holding his scarf above his mouth and fidgeting so nervously. Moth had said that he wished he were fast as him and even went so far as to call him cool.

With a gulp, Bee slid closer to Moth on the log and with nervous move brought his hand to touch the other's shoulder, "Do you really mean that Moth?" He asked quietly.

Moth blinked and looked to Bee with big eyes, "Well, yeah. You're really tough and you're so skilled with that rapier."

Bee smiled a bit and looked away, "Really huh? And here I am envying your brute strength and determination. I have to admit, I'm jealous that you've won so much... I admire your power."

For a moment. Both of them sat in silence. They both looked away from one another and Bee found himself growing frustrated. This was supposed to be about gaining the upper hand over Moth, but here he sat on his rear with a thumping heart and a lump in his throat. He hadn't thought that Moth would envy him or even hold him in high regard, they were just rivals after all. When he looked at Moth, the other was still hiding his mouth beneath the cover of his scarf and Bee felt a strange warmth start to build at the pit of his stomach. Jaw clenched, eyes narrowed, he reached up to grab the end of Moth's scarf and tug it down.

Moth hopped in his seat and turned with his mouth revealed to speak, "Oh uh? Did you need something Bee?"

Bee looked up and leaned in to plant a soft peck on Moth's lips. For a moment, Moth's eyes were wide and his hands reached up to cover his mouth in shock. That reaction, it was rejection wasn't it? Or so Bee thought. Before Bee could follow his instinct and get up to leave, Moth threw himself at the other, arms wrapped around Bee's shoulders, their lips locked now in a fierce kiss. Bee's eyes grew wide behind his glasses which were now covered in a fog and his cheeks were flushed red, but he pressed to that kiss with hunger and his hands were soon gripping Moth's cheeks.

Their mouths opened and their tongues met in the middle, Moth squeaking as Bee's pressed firmly to the other. When their lips finally parted, Moth was panting but Bee was ready for more. Bee leaned in to start kissing at the Moth's neck through the scarf, Moth gasping and leaning back while Bee continued to assault him with little kisses. Bee's body was on fire, his cock growing between his legs while he started to feel over Moth's curved form. His hands trailed down to the other's hips and he squeezed to pull Moth closer as his mouth again found the other's lips. Again they shared a deep kiss, again Moth squeaked and squirmed in his touch, and when they parted Moth's hand twitched and drifted to the top of Bee's cock.

"G-gosh." Moth said with a hot breath, "Is this... Because of me?"

Bee leaned to press his face to Moth's scarf as he nodded to give his answer.

"You're much bigger than me... You make it look like I'm overcompensating with my sword."

Bee only blushed and refused to answer that, but his own hand drifted to feel between Moth's legs and feel over the growing erection which indeed felt smaller than his own.

While Bee was stuck in the moment and unsure of what to do next, Moth whispered quietly, "Y'wanna put that to good use and fuck me?"

Bee's cheeks were practically on fire at this point and he looked up to see Moth staring at him with a small nervous smile and a burning pink painted on his cheeks. Bee could only answer by leaning in to plant a soft kiss on the other's lips gingerly. In response, Moth gave his cock a gentle squeeze before pulling away and slipping off of the log to start walking off to one of the tents. Bee watched from the log by the fire and he blinked. He had not intended for this night to end with both of them having sex, in fact, he had planned on betraying Moth to get ahead start out towards the village, but now he found himself wanting to remain as close as he could manage to his rival. For some reason, for some stupid reason, he was truly in love with his rival. With a sigh, he hopped off of the log and looked at the fire in the pit before kicking dirt over it to start snuffing it. He felt over his cock and imagine what it would feel like to be inside of Moth, to hear him squeaking and moaning, and his own body responded by shivering. He might as well take it all the way.

In the tent, Moth was fishing for something through his heavy pack. When Bee entered, Moth turned around with a glass vial of what looked like oil. He held it in both hands meekly and presented it to Bee who tilted his head and took it gingerly, "And this is?"

Moth mumbled, "So you don't uh, hurt me."

Bee stared at it for a moment before realization struck him, "O-oh, why do you have this? Do you...Do you do this often with others?"

Moth gasped, "No! I just...I...I toy with myself now and then, it feels good."

Bee shuddered at the thought of Moth stretching his own rear. Back in reality, his rival was lying down on the tent floor, his legs spread and his hands gripping his scarf to draw it close around his face. With a steadying breath, Bee popped the cork off of the vial and let out the contents onto his cock. Shivering, he took hold of his member and pressed it to Moth's puckered hole. Moth squeaked as that thick uncut cock pressed inside. Once the tip was inside, Bee lost control.

That warmth, that tight heat that gripped as his member, he couldn't help it! With a groan, his hips began to move back and forth to thrust and pound inside of his rival. He moaned loudly even as Moth squeaked and gasped aloud as every inch Bee's cock was driven into Moth's rear. It seemed as if Moth was about to try and say something, but Bee captured his lips instead in a heated kiss that threatened to melt his heart. He pushed his tongue inside of the other's mouth while his hips worked like pistons. His thrusts picked up speed with every push inside of that hole. He hadn't imagined that it would feel so good, that it would make him tremble like a leaf and moan to that pretty mouth! He couldn't handle it. He clutched tight to Moth's body and in turn, Moth clutched Bee's body and there they shared and embrace while Bee pounded deep inside of the other's hole. It wasn't long before the bespectacled hero's cock was twitching violently inside of Moth and blowing thick ropes of hot cum inside of Moth. Moth reacted by tearing his lips away to moan and gasp aloud while arching his hips, but even as Bee finished his first orgasm, he didn't stop.

Bee was still so hard, still so needy, and he couldn't stop his hips from thrusting his still hard cock inside of the other's stuffed hole. Moth groaned weakly and huffed as the sounds of their sex outpaced the noise of their moans. Bee continued to push inside, his hands keeping the other close even as Moth found it difficult to hold on. Moth collapsed below, his legs spread, his tongue hanging out as Bee overpowered him with a constant string of thrusts. It was as if they were battling once more, but Moth did not have the kind of endurance needed for this type of battle. Meanwhile, Bee seemed practically insatiable, or perhaps invincible in this type of battle. Moth moaned and moaned until they turned into meek squeaking. Again his rear was stuffed, again the other held him tight and Bee moaned to Moth's ear. When Bee's load was finally done, he said with a hot breath, "Again?"

Moth could only pant and shake his head slightly in response, but Bee continued thrusting and continued and continued until both passed out against one another.

The next morning came and Bee woke up rubbing his head. Last night seemed like such a blur, but when he got up he saw Moth had been lying next to him. Moth was still asleep and the sun was out, which meant it was time to leave. He could find his own way to the village, which meant he would have the advantage; but he wasn't excited. With a frown, he looked down at Moth who seemed so vulnerable, Moth who shivered and hugged his own shoulders. With a sigh, Bee laid down next to his rival and shut his eyes. A nap wouldn't hurt. He was tired from last night after all.