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There were few rewards greater than getting to go back to your own bed after a long, difficult shift at work.

Resting was simple, but for some, it was the only respite to keep their world turning.

For a combat medic like Aaron Cassidy, there was an instant and genuine reward in knowing that his work was making a difference in the world. Lives depended on his ability to do his job quickly, efficiently and safely, and most of the time, it was in an extremely high pressure situation. To call his skills a priceless commodity would have been an understatement of the highest order.

Even when he was working on a base stateside, his job was terribly stressful.

"That's the last of those for the day," he spoke to himself to make up for the lack of company at the end of an evening shift. His paws were finally done sorting through the stacks of medical reports that he had to keep, full of injuries from the day, minor and major alike. "Can't remember the last time I was this tired."

Working such a mentally strenuous and emotionally consuming job meant that Aaron was tired as a state of being. Even when he slept well, he woke up tired, even when he was having the best week he could imagine.

With only the brief respite of sleep to look forward to, it was hard for him to keep a curse under his breath when someone rushed into the front lobby, just before he was able to leave the building for his shift.

"Anyone still up?"

And no good deed goes unpunished, Aaron thought, as he looked over his desk and all the hard work that he'd just finished up.

With a sigh, he stepped out of his office and moved up to the receiving window of the waiting room. "Yeah, but I'm getting ready to head out for the night. What do you need?"

"Sustained a small nick on my wing while I was training in the field today," a tall, startling dragon was standing in the waiting room, dwarfing Aaron by a considerable amount. "I don't think it's that bad, but my CO told me I had to come in and get it checked out. I don't really feel like getting it filed on my records, though...think you can just patch it up for me really quick and send it on my way?"

Avoiding further paperwork would be a win for Aaron, but as he looked through the receiving window, he noticed a fair amount of blood dripping down across dark, black scales. The trickling crimson was almost all the way down to the silver, membranous flesh of his wings, making it difficult for Aaron to gauge a proper treatment by looks alone.

"If it's really serious, it's not up to me if I have to make a record of it or not," Aaron replied. Trying to contain a heavy sigh, he stepped over to the thick, heavy door between the waiting room and the back and swung it open. "Come on in. I'll get you fixed up, at the very least. We can discuss paperwork later."

While they were both quietly hoping that paperwork wouldn't be an issue, the dragon wasn't looking to leave anytime soon, even though Aaron was halfway out the door when he arrived. Cautiously, Aaron escorted the young, fresh recruit to an empty examination room in the back, and made sure the waiting room was empty before gathering a few things from his office.

"Thanks a lot for staying open," the dragon was grateful, if nothing else. "This would have been a real bitch to take care of at home...name's Jacob, by the way."

"Aaron Cassidy," the marbled fox introduced himself. "How does a big, powerful dragon like yourself end up getting a wound like that on your wing?"

"Turns out I still don't know just how big they are," Jacob admitted. "Piece of shrapnel kicked up and just brushed over the top of my wing there...I thought I had them pulled all the way into my shoulders."

It wasn't the most painful looking gash that Aaron had ever seen by any stretch, but he had to imagine it was a painful wound all the same. "It's a good thing you came in to get it looked at. It's not deep or serious, but I still need to clean it out and wrap it up before I send you on your way."

"So...no paperwork?" Jacob was already perking up at the thought.

"No paperwork," Aaron happily confirmed. "Just some antiseptics, some bandages, and then I can finally get some sleep."

Jacob frowned a little bit at Aaron's last words. "I'm really sorry to be keeping you up so late, Aaron. Trust me, I didn't mean to get blasted with a chunk of shrapnel..."

"No one ever does," Aaron replied, his voice a bit lighter after the apology. The short vulpine was reaching up into some of the medicine cabinets around the small examination room, gathering disinfectants, gauze and bandages, but as he stretched upright, he could simply feel the weight of Jacob's stare on his backside. "Same as no one ever bothers to be modest about staring at my ass..."

The dragon was caught. He immediately gulped and cast his eyes at the wall, his paws coming together in his lap in a manner that was so polite, it had to be the result of a learned reaction. "S-sorry, dude. It's, uhm...it's very toned," he stammered out a reply, as if he thought he had to say something nice about it as part of his apology.

Aaron was chuckling so much that he almost spilled the small load of supplies he'd gathered. "I do work awfully hard to keep it looking toned," he shot back, refusing to let the dragon off the hook that easily. "Do me a favor and take off your jacket for me. This stuff will stain it in an instant if any of it spills."

Jacob didn't question the medic's logic for even a second. Aaron could have been making it all up, but the thought never crossed the dragon's mind as he slipped out of the top of his uniform and set it on a hook on the wall.

"Anything else?" he asked, still standing in the doorway of the examination room.

"Take a seat on the table...and unless you wanna give me a reason to work overtime, maybe stop staring at my ass?"

The dragon fell right back into the habit, and once again, he turned his eyes to the wall. Taking a seat on the examination table and trying to pretend he wasn't still sneaking a glance here and there, Jacob wondered why Aaron's tone of voice was more sensual than frustrated as he set down a tray with all of the items he'd collected.

"What, uh...what _exactly_do you mean by working overtime?" Jacob asked as he spread his wing out for Aaron. The marbled fox was quick to dab some antiseptic on the surface of a few cotton balls as he leaned over and took a closer look at the wound.

For all of his impressive size, Jacob still winced when he felt the sting of harsh disinfectants spreading over his wound. "You really are fresh out of boot camp, aren't you?" Aaron asked rhetorically. "I figured that someone with that kind of look in their eyes would know that I was making a pretty obvious double entendre."

Much as it stung, the wound was treated and cleaned before Jacob had a chance to dwell on the pain. He turned flustered instead, as he noticed the way that Aaron was smirking at him.

"I've been told I have a bad habit of wearing my heart on my sleeve."

"This is more like being able to see the lust in your eyes...or in your pants."

A uniform that was loose in spots wasn't enough to keep the slow tenting of Jacob's cock from showing. Excitement was rushing to his crotch as Aaron stood next to him and began working the bandages around his scales, making sure that the freshly cleaned wound wouldn't have a chance to get dirty or infected.

Appreciative as he was, Jacob was having trouble finding thankful words. "I guess I c-can't really help it when someone's touching me like you are."

"Rubbing salt on the wound is all it takes with you, hm? Kinda kinky for such a young recruit..."

Jacob gulped firmly as he felt the last, firm pat on his wing to hold the bandages in place. "It's not like that! I mean, it...it's not-

"Relax," Aaron drawled to the nervous dragon. "I'm not one to judge, big guy. Some people like a little pain, and there's nothing wrong with that."

The dragon took a quick breath and nodded. His muzzled curled into a smile that was only a little more confident than the nervous expression it held before. "I suppose you're right," he finally agreed. "If you don't mind my asking...what are you into, exactly?"

"Putting big guys like you in their place and fuckin' em silly," Aaron replied.

The marbled fox never missed a beat, and it left Jacob's mouth hanging wide open.

"What? You think I'm just tryin' to put you on the spot?" Aaron asked. "I care about a lot of things, Jacob, but I pride myself on my honesty. You're a little young and reckless for me, maybe, but I still wouldn't mind pinning you down to that table and showing you that I can take care of you in other ways than putting a little peroxide on your wings."

Jacob was larger than the average recruit to begin with, and Aaron was a little undersized for his position, but on tenacity alone, it was hard to doubt that he could do everything he claimed.

"Just what did you have in mind?" Jacob was bold enough to ask.

"How about I climb up on your chest and plug a different hole for you?" Aaron rolled right along with him. "No paperwork required for that, either."

Given the difference in their frames, it might be a literal climb for the marbled fox, but he was already resting his paws on the waistline of his uniform; he wasn't playing around in the slightest.

"If you think you're able to get up that far, you're more than welcome to try," Jacob did his best to roll along with Aaron's feisty attitude. "You might be surprised at just how flexible I am."

"I sure hope you are. It'd be kinda boring if you were just a big stiff."

No matter how Jacob tried, he couldn't keep up with the smooth talk of the smaller creature. "And just how were you planning to test my flexibility?" he asked, thinking that perhaps he could outtalk the fox, even a little bit.

His words weren't able to match the aggression of the limber little beast, who hopped right up on the examination table and wrapped his paws around the underside of the Jacob's muzzle. "Figured I would see if that long, smooth neck was just for show...or if you're able to stretch it out a bit."

Jacob felt his jaw drop, even in the vulpine grasp. "You don't m-

"You know exactly what I mean, rook...and if you don't want me telling your XO about this, you'd better start getting my slacks down, unhinge that jaw, and get to work."

Proving that he was no stranger to flexibility himself, Aaron kicked his leg up over Jacob's shoulder and rested his boot on the edge of the dragon's healthy wing, pushing his crotch right up into the muzzle of the younger enlisted. His glare was accented by a cheeky grin, but Jacob could tell that opening his mouth again without putting his tongue to good use wasn't going to end well for him.

Keeping his failed attempts at talking dirty in his back pocket, he kept quiet as he unbuckled and unzipped Aaron's pants, tugging them down enough to see the warm, fuzzy opening of a sheath at eye level...and a bright, eager tip of canine red poking toward his lips.

"Awfully hesitant for all that talk you put up," Aaron wasn't afraid to push the eager rookie, now that he was running into resistance. "If you move any slower, my cock's gonna go right back into hiding."

Unfamiliar with the unique anatomy of the vulpine, Jacob watched as a few more inches of flesh emerged from the birth of the sheath, until the tapered tip came to rest against his quivering lips. A long, draconic tongue was able to coil around the shaft a couple of times before he welcomed it into the back of his muzzle, but even then, he moved slowly, as if he was nervous about Aaron going for a deep, sudden thrust.

The marbled fox wasn't quite so cruel, but there was a telling grin played over his lips as he leaned forth and pushed the end of his vulpine length for the base of Jacob's throat. "That's a bit more like it, kid. Keep swirling that tongue around for me...get the whole thing nice and soaked, or all that flexibility you're bragging about won't mean jack."

Their natural difference in size meant that Aaron wasn't going to be ruining Jacob anytime soon, but for being such a slender, toned vulpine, he was packing a lot more under his briefs than the dragon was expecting. His flavor was exquisite, and Jacob let out a quiet rumble of appreciation for the tasty morsel as his tongue bathed over it, all while Aaron pushed his paws down against the black scales upon his shoulders.

It seemed to be a move of dominance, at first, but Aaron was quite literally stretching the dragon's upper body out, continuing his work as a combat medic and making sure that there was no loss of movement in Jacob's wings from the injury.

"Pretty good technique down there," Aaron gasped quietly as the tip of Jacob's long, slithering tongue reached the underside of his sack. The once soft flesh went taut with just a single touch, staying firm as Jacob explored the sensitive skin eagerly, collecting and memorizing the scent that came along with it. "I guess you were paying attention in boot camp after all...maybe you're ready for a real combat scenario, instead of basic drills..."

Having literally climbed up so that his thighs were wrapped around the face of the younger dragon, Aaron lowered his legs and stood over the much larger creature on the examination table. The poor beast was still sporting a pair of pants that were loose in all the wrong places, and a tented cock wasn't going to get any better until the pressure was relieved.

Whether it was a sense of duty to a patient in discomfort, or a shameless desire to see what the dragon was sporting, Aaron leaned over and gripped the end of Jacob's belt tightly. "Not much for talking now that we've got the ball rolling, are you?"

Jacob sat mostly silent as the belt was unbuckled and his zipper slowly inched down, allowing the rise of his cock to speak for itself. The length sprung up the moment that plain, cotton fabric was pulled away, with a fling of pooled precum spreading across the examination table.

"You seem to be one step ahead of everything I say," Jacob admitted, admiring the sight of his own draconic member as it throbbed freely. "Dunno if you can keep up with my actions, though."

Without even removing his boots, Aaron stepped forth and pushed the treads against the underside of the impressive girth, bending it back just enough to remind Jacob of the discomfort he'd been freed of.

"Boy, you've got no idea how far out of your league you really are."

Though he was large enough to overpower the marbled fox, order and rank meant that Jacob would never find the resolve to take control of the situation. He winced as each individual tread lined up with the veins on the tender flesh of his cock and eased into them, but immediately let out a sigh of relief as the pressure backed off.

Trying not to narrow his gaze too much, Jacob slipped his legs free of his pants and leaned back on the table, keeping his tail flat under Aaron's stance. "You keep acting like you're g-gonna show me," he kept digging his own grave, even when he was just getting a taste of how devious Aaron could really be.

Jacob was lucky that Aaron was more concerned with getting off than he was with putting the sizable dragon through the ringer.

"Just remember that you brought this on yourself, big guy."

Aaron made sure that the tip of his cock was firmly grinding against Jacob's pucker before he did anything else. The marbled fox was quick to kneel between the large, gaping thighs of his younger companion and line himself up just right, but as the tapered, glistening tip began to ease inside of an eager tailhole, Aaron took a grip not of Jacob's hips or shoulders, but the underside of his thighs.

Despite his smaller size, he made lifting the tree trunks that were Jacob's legs look utterly effortless. "Trying to get a b-better view of the action?" Jacob teased, taking the first couple inches of Aaron's length with only a quiet, pleasured grunt.

Pushing that flexibility to the limit once more, Aaron continued pushing his paws against the back of Jacob's ankles, until he felt muscles and tendons actively fighting his efforts, even when Jacob wasn't pushing back. Never losing his cheeky grin, Aaron picked up the discarded belt from before and kept the dragon's legs pinned back using only his shoulders, as a simple strap of leather was all it took to wrap around Jacob's wrists and ankles.

With his arms and legs suddenly bound together and his body folded up like a lawn chair, Jacob tried to suck in a deep gasp of shock, but his body was compressed, and his own cock was staring him in the face, with Aaron's gleaming fangs settled right in the middle of it all.

"You already got some precum on my nice, clean examination table," Aaron reminded him. "All the fun and games aside, that's a mess I've gotta clean up...it's only fair that you have to deal with one too."

Until then, Jacob was allowed to enjoy the ride and the slow, easy pumps of the marbled fox as Aaron delicately pumped into his asshole, stretching it a little bit further with each pass and never giving his body more than it could handle.

In the new, compromised position, Jacob could feel a greater intensity as Aaron embraced his canine nature, churning out a series of rapid, eager thrusts, forcing the inner muscles of the dragon to adjust rapidly and do their best to clench around the invading, vulpine flesh.

How can he thrust like that for more than a few seconds without cumming? Shit, he's going so fast! He's trying to make me cum on myself!

Looking every bit as panicked as his thoughts would suggest, Jacob gulped and watched as his own precum leaked down onto his neck and spilled down over the scales of his bare chest, the ecstasy building with each short, rapid hump that filled his body. The weight of Aaron's knot was already pressuring Jacob to have a release, but he'd fight it all the way into the morning sun, if he had to.

"You know, you've k-kept me past my normal work hours," Aaron was all too happy to notify Jacob of his inconveniencing nature. "Guess that means I have to work a l-little overtime..."

Much to Jacob's shock and disappointment, Aaron stopped, keeping the full length of his cock firmly hilted inside of the panting dragon.

"But I have to work the full hour to get credit for it," Aaron continued. "I sure hope you don't plan on going anywhere."

Just soaking in the warmth of the marbled fox as Aaron kept him pinned, Jacob looked up with pleading eyes, his whimpering breath begging the vulpine to keep going.

His request was utterly ignored by the devious fox who kept him in waiting, knowing there were still 59 minutes to go.