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When he walked into the house he immediately knew somethin' was off. There was something in the air that just made his scales tingle in that nervous way and yet he was sure that nothing was out of place as he could see. Stepping into Croc's house with the key he had...replicated in case there was an emergency...Zeke looked around and then wondered where his favorite tri-bred was hiding at. It was half past noon so he had to have been up by now and there was no way that Zeke could have missed him since Croc's car was down in the parking area. Folding his wings the large onyx and violet shaded dragon called out and then listened for a resounding answer.

"Croccie?" Zeke's voice echoed through the apartment without being answered making the dragon worry.

Shutting the door behind him and going straight for the tri-bred's room the dragon thrust open the door and then found himself staring into a sight out of all of his fantasies, plus a few he didn't know he could conjure up.

Brushing himself down as if to remove some invisible lint was everyone's favorite tri-bred but instead of wearing his usual casual clothing Croc wore a pair a tight fitting black leather pants hugging his waist on down to his muscular legs, a too tight fishnet t-shirt straddling over the contours of Croc's chiseled chest, a pure black leather chocker with ruby spikes pointing outwards and a matching pair of armbands and tailband respectively wrapped around his other extremities. Hair brushed back and styled with some kinda slick gel Zeke was sure he was dreaming again. He done this before and didn't even bother to slap himself upside the head to be sure. Instead...

"Why HELLO there sexy!" Zeke said in his most charming voice, his forked tongue tasting the air in front of him to get a hint of the scent of the delicious man-meat in front of his face.

Turning around Croc looked at Zeke and nodded to him in an almost bored fashion before speaking up.

"Oh, hey Zeke. What's going on?" Croc asked not even minding, not that he ever minded, Zeke's nickname for him before walking over and brushing against the much taller dragon on his way out of his room.

"That's my question; why are dressed that way?" Zeke tried his best not to tackle the other when he walked past him but it was hard fought temptation as the tip of his long serpentine tail wagged behind him rapidly in warning.

"I'm going out for a while so when you leave make sure to lock up." Croc replied on his way to grab his house keys and out of the door from his apartment.

Zeke, like a second shadow, was instantly following after the other in rampant curiosity.

"And just where are you going in that?" The dragon pointed to the little ensemble that the tri-bred was donning.

"A few high school buddies are coming into town and wanted to hang out together so I offered to take them on a tour of Miami." Croc answered as he listened to Zeke close the door and the lock it before following him out to the parking area.

It was about this time that Zeke's creeping sense of reality began to choke down his roaring fantasies. His entire posture seemed to slump a little as that cold bit of information smashed up against him like a crescent wave.

"Oh, so you're just going out with someone not the team?" Zeke asked with some mild distaste.

"Nope, believe it or not, I do have other friends besides you guys." Croc said as he got out into the warm Miami summer day and shielded his face from the burning sun.

Zeke clicked his fangs together as he began to feel something akin to jealousy but he was sure it couldn't be...then again...

"Oh by the way Zeke, do you know any good clubs me and Gregory could hit tonight?" Croc asked as he turned to regard the towering dragon.

Like someone scratching the needle on a turntable Zeke's entire being snapped to attention.

"Who's Gregory?" he asked trying to keep the suspicion in his voice mild...and failing.

"One of my buds from high school, he's the one who set this all up so he's making me treat everyone out to someplace nice while they're all down here for Summer Break from college. I think he got all of the old gang together to drop in on me today of all days. Man, I almost forgot how many of us there were back in the day." Croc shrugged as he got to his car, a sporty little red number his uncle had bought after graduation and hopped into. Since it was a top down Croc easily slid his entire frame into the vehicle while draping his serpentine tail over the back seat while setting the key into the ignition and starting up the purring engine.

Meanwhile, another beast was very close to roaring himself but was doing well considering.

"Uhm, so you'll be back later on tonight, right?" Zeke asked hopefully.

"Maybe, the guys and me are probably going to hit a few bars and crash at one of their places. I should be home tomorrow though if we don't catch a movie or something. Anyway, catch you later Zeke." Croc bid farewell as put his car into drive and pulled out of his parking space and down the street.

Now, many things go through Zeke's mind, most of them having to do with that tri-bred that just drove away from him like one of those old sappy love romance movies from the 1950's and as his thoughts began to tumble and churn around his head Zeke realized that...he didn't like what his brain was storming up. Never let it be said that Zeke is not possessive, jealous, dangerous when angered, and/or frightening when he's got a plan as currently the large black and purple dragon was seething enough that smoke was rising from his nose as his talon clenched hand began to make furls into his tough paw like skin.

Breathing deeply and curling his wings, which had long since spread out in aggravation, Zeke pulled his keys out of his pocket along with his cell phone before pushing the number 4 on the speed dial while heading to his motorbike. When the person on the other end of the phone picked up Zeke said just one simple thing,

"I need a favor."

Well into the day Zeke had decided that to keep himself from behaving irrationally and doing something that might get himself in trouble...or spreading some unknown male's intestines all over Miami in a raging fit, Zeke went home and paced the corners of his well furnished studio top to bottom while trying to keep himself calm and collected.

'Ok, let's recap; Croc has friends from high school here in Miami. Croc is out with them right now enjoying the town. Croc is currently hanging out with an unknown male by the name of Gregory. Croc is not with him dressed all sexily and probably having other males pawing at him right now. Croc wanted to go to a club and hang out with someone else not him. Croc was...and Croc could be...Croc. Croc! CROC! CROCCIE!!!!!'

He heard the crash before he saw anything and blinked over his green hazy vision to see the ornament table that he had bought last year from China broken into pieces against the far wall of his studio apartment. Blinking and looking at his hands the dragon found a few splinters of wood embedded into his scales and then sighed before making his way to the kitchen. Turning on the tap and running some hot water over them the large dragon watched as the splinters were washed from his paws before clenching his hands into fist to test them for injury.

Not feeling anything Zeke grunted and turned off the tap water and then went back to the living room to begin pacing again. Upon returning to where he had tossed his oriental table the dragon noticed something had been slid under his door. Going over and picking it up the onyx and purple dragon looked at a blank manila envelope and then to the clock on his wall.

'5:30 already. He sure does get the job done fast.' Zeke thought before cutting open the top of the folder and reaching into to see what his favor had netted him.

What he retrieved from inside made his blood boil in aggravation and more than a little jealousy. Spilling the contents over onto his couch, now that his best table had been demolished, Zeke looked at the black and white photos of Croc with a group of males all hanging out together today. There were a total of fifty black and white stills of Croc in various states with different species of males all with him laughing, playing, talking and eating with a pleased smile on his face.

Zeke's tail was slapped against the hardwood floor of his studio as he tried to breathe through that haze of green he was seeing. Calming down he decided that he would think more clearly after a shower and nodded his head while fanning the grey smoky fumes puffing from his nostrils. The larger dragon headed into the kitchen and grabbed himself a can of beer after snagging one of the pictures of Croc smiling without any of the other males around him before heading to his bathroom. Slamming the door shut behind him, Zeke was sure that he was going to have to do something soon about this situation before it spun out of control.

It was about 10:30 p.m. that Zeke woke up from his nap, he didn't even remember falling asleep from, and stretched himself out to feel his wings flaps up around him before slumping down and looking to his window. The moon was half full tonight and seemed to be smiling at him or maybe he was just tired and seeing things. Getting up and switching on the lamp on his nightstand Zeke groaned when the sudden flash of light blinded him before his sensitive eyes adjusted. What he saw made the dragon stop breathing for a second and then exhale deeply. A picture of a smiling Croc looked at him from beside his lamp making Zeke reach out and gently stroke over the features of those upturned lips and then sigh.

Closing his eyes the dragon thought about if it was really worth it to keep trying to pursue someone who obviously wasn't interested in him. Did it really make any sense at all? Here he was, at the peak of virility and sexuality, running after a triple crossbred male who acted like his very presence unnerved him. Did it really seem even half intelligent to keep wasting his time anymore?

Thinking about the first time he had seen Croc to their first time alone on a mission as bounty hunters Zeke began to 'x' the other out of all of those memories and then think over how he would have felt without him there. A lonely spike drove into his heart and Zeke began to choke on his own breath as the shadows of his former mental barrier crept over his soul making him shiver and shake on his bed while furling his twin wings around his body to keep his blood from running cold.

He didn't want to go back to that time. He didn't want to be alone.

Death would be better than going back to those lonely days.

Zeke grunted when his shadows began to howl in pain when the shining form of the Croc in his mind began to charge in and tear them all apart.

The Croc that was always so cool and calm.

The Croc that was stubborn and unrelenting.

The Croc that looked up at him with curiosity, annoyance and that special hint of appreciation for always being around and never turning away from him whether he liked it or not.

The same Croc that Zeke was letting slip out of his paws at the very moment because of his indecision. Throwing open his wings from around himself Zeke found the resolve in his mind which gave him the strength to meet the newest challenge head on. Getting up and walking to his closet the dragon stripped himself of his bland white t-shirt and sweats and instead got out his club wear. He had a tri-bred to hunt down.

By the time he was ready to roll Zeke was dressed to kill as he wore a opened leather jacket slipped around and over the contours of his massive wings with the matching tight fitting pants that hugged his bottom like a glove. If Croc thought he was the only one who could look good in leather then he was sorely mistaken. Grabbing a few accessories, of which included two diamond stubs for his left ear fin, a silver bracelet with a rainbow cross attached to it, a platinum ring around his nose horn and a tongue piercing he hardly wore anymore, Zeke clamped the little metal ball into the tiny hole on his serpentine organ and then looked at himself in the mirror.

Smirking the onyx and violet shaded dragon went downstairs and grabbed his cell phone and read the only text message he had gotten today while grabbing his motorbike keys and walking out of his studio apartment.

_'1057 Washington Ave,

Miami Beach, FL 33139

Good Luck'_

Nodding and memorizing the address Zeke hopped onto his bike and revved up the engine feeling the warm night air caress his scaly hide before kicking up the stand and taking off into the darkly lit streets of The Magic City.

Getting to the place Zeke nearly gasped at what he saw when he went into the place and had to rub his eyes just to be sure. All around him were gay and lesbians walking around, dancing, drinking, talking and all out socializing (in ways that made all of his form socializing with Croc seem kinda tame) with each other. The music was beating and rhythmic without being harsh on the ears and if it were any other time Zeke was sure he'd have come here to relax but as of right now he was on a mission. Looking around he didn't immediately see his quarry but flicking his tongue out against the air over the fumes of sexual musk, testosterone, alcohol and makeup, Zeke caught the scent of the tri-bred that belonged to him.

Walking over as casually as possible given his large frame Zeke let his ear fins twitch as he caught the sounds of Croc talking to some guy sitting next to him at the bar.

"...no its fine I..."

"..are you sure..."

"Yeah...not my...nice though..."

"Just one little..."

"..."

"'Scuse me guys mind if I have a word here?" Zeke asked as he found Croc sitting with a red salamander that was three-fourths of his own size and bulk.

"Who are you mate?" The salamander asked in a rough Australian accent as he eyed up at the leather clad dragon while Croc didn't lift his head from his drink.

"Oh just a friend, I think I lost something and wanted to know if I could get it back." The dragon added charmingly.

"Whad'ya lose?"

"Him," Zeke pointed to Croc who finally looked up and turned to stare at him with a blank expression on his face.

"I think we have a mix up here. This guy's me date for tonight." The 'mander retorted as he got up from his seat to stare at Zeke.

The dragon just lifted an eye and then turned his head to look at Croc. The tri-bred didn't say anything but there was a look in his eyes Zeke couldn't confirm either. It gave him some hope.

"I'm gonna say this once, mate, leave. It will do your health wonders because this guy belongs to me. And I don't like sharing what's mine with outsiders." Zeke punctuated his words while bending his head down and snorting a puff of black smoke on the salamander. A low growl in his throat made the bartender look over at them and then walk away while polishing a glass.

"Mate, if you don't leave the only thing that's gonna happen is that I'm gonna smack you right in the kisser." The salamander said while clenching his fist into a tight knot and locking his back into position.

Zeke chuckled then. It was a sound that didn't evoke any warm feelings though as Croc looked at the taller dragon that happened to be his...friend and partner at times and for the first time wondered just what Zeke would do...he was not used to seeing the dragon agitated or angered...so this was new...

"I did warn you." Zeke said before hauling the 'mander up by the collar of his expensive shirt, letting his scaly feet dance in the air for a minute before taking the other outside of the club and then tossing him head long into a bunch of trashcans.

The rate of acceleration plus his own body weight ensured that the salamander flew into the tin cans with impressive force as the large red drake did not immediately get up from where he landed. Snorting and going back into the club the dragon watched a few of the patrons just stare at him in awe before going over to where his friend was and leaning over him, purely invading his personal space.

"Are you gonna say something?" Zeke questioned.

Croc looked up at the other before blinking, narrowing his eyes and then opening his muzzle in the beginning of one of his usual tirades before a firm snout met his own muzzle. The tri-bred gasped and squirmed before strong talon clad hand grabbed him around the waist and brought him up to meet the wet and longing lips. Not really sure but going with the motions Croc hugged Zeke around the middle and then curled his tail around Zeke's. The two men kissed long and deeply, each swapping their individual tastes with the other while all around them the crowd cheered and whooped in approval.

Breaking apart with a clear line of fluid attaching them to one another, Zeke looked into Croc's icy blue eyes with his own emerald green iris' and then found the question there he had always been waiting for...

"What took you so long?" Croc whispered into the dragon's soul with his shimmering orbs before rubbing his neck against the other's and purred against the firm pads of Zeke's scales.

Zeke grumbled his contentment before reach up and under the tri-bred's fishnet shirt and pulling it up to reveal the firm muscles of the other man's chest and abdomen. The scaly toned muscled were an exotic treat to the dragon as Zeke ran his forked tongue against the body of his treasured beloved making Croc arch up on the bar and gasp while his tail tightened around Zeke's. Throwing his wings open Zeke grumbled and let the ball of metal on his tongue run free against the lines of Croc's body tasting, memorizing and mapping the plains of flesh that were all his own. The tri-bred's pats tighten as his taste became more fragrant as the pheromone laden sweat made Croc's flavor all the more enticing.

Reaching down and rumbling the hardening tent in Croc's pants Zeke took the mound of sensitive flesh and groped it all the while humping upwards and letting Croc feel his own deft piece of flesh ground into his underside right where his tail met his backside. Leaning down and nipping the tri-bred's innocent neck Zeke listened as a throaty gasp left the mouth of the only person he could say he would ever dream of being with day after day into the endless nights to come. Biting down harder and leaving impressions in the soft scaly neck of the other Zeke reached his fondling hand into Croc's overly tight pants to feel the heated flesh burn against his talons and purred happily when the scent of arousal bled upwards into his sensitive nose. Leaning his head down and letting his earfins hear the rapidly beating heart of his lover Zeke felt he could almost dance to the beat as he wiggled his nose into Croc's pants and then slather his tongue into the crook of the leather pants the tri-bred had on.

A yowl made the club jump as Croc arched up and felt himself cum when Zeke's wet and silky tongue slapped against his sensitive crotch along with that hot ball on the end of his tongue. Since there was no way he could wear underwear or boxers in his getup the tri-bred had gone without and now felt every slithering movement of that cruel organ against his heat shaft. Arching up and dancing to the beat of Zeke's tongue Croc found himself slumping down over the bar as Zeke licked up the mess he had made in his pants.

The dragon did so happily as the creamy texture of his lover's taste coated the inside of his snout and quickly made the dragon drunk with lust. Pulling his head back and licking over the end of his nostrils from where some of the man-milk had coated his nose Zeke looked down at the sight of Croc laid out bare before him and reached down to undo his own pants...that was right before the bartender coughed.

Looking up the dragon soon found himself abashedly flicking his head around in nervous amusement when fifty or more pairs of eyes were on the both of them.

"Take it home with you boys." The female alligator said as he gave Zeke, 'the look'.

Nodding in rapid understanding Zeke hefted the dazed Croc over his shoulder and picked up the fishnet shirt he had taken off of the other before dashing out of the club and out into the night to where he had parked his motorbike. The female gator chuckled to herself before shaking her head in bemusement.

"What a world." She said before picking up a wet warm rag and running it over her sticky counter.

In the night the dragon had happily position the still lusty eyed tri-bred in front of himself as he drove through the night back to his studio apartment. There was no chance he was going to let the other man out of his sight tonight or any other night from now on. No way, not since had the one thing he had wanted after so long...

'Croc acceptance'

Laughing and flapping his wings as he drove well over the speed limit Zeke felt for the first time in a really long time that he wasn't going to be alone anymore.

"Not so long as I have you Croccie." the dragon admitted as he nuzzled Croc's head and got an affectionate nuzzle in return.

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