Viral Attack: Eracervine
Commission for Bolshevictor on IB.
"Fang. Your dinner."
A flap in the metal portion of the long, ceiling high window opened up, and the guardsman pushed through a small tray with an array of vegetables and half-decent food on it. Pandemonium wasn't known for its hospitality, but they were far too scared of the prisoner in the cell to offer him anything less than the best food they could manage. From across the room, an anthropomorphic Fallow Deer rose from his sturdy but uncomfortable bed and made his way over, taking the tray.
"Did he call today?" The deer spoke, sounding almost a little hopeful, but the guard just shook his head. With a sigh through his nose, the deer turned and made his way back to his bed.
He picked at the food, eyes cast down at the dismal tray and it's paltry meal. It would be enough to sustain him, but that was all.
He exuded another sigh, wondering if he should snap away the pieces of food he didn't like. No. He should co-operate with Pandemonium, at least, and keep his abilities in check. After all, who knows what would happen if they thought the almighty Eracervine was going to break out of jail? As if that was ever going to happen.
He set the meal aside and rolled his head back, staring up at the ceiling. He missed him. Wind Rider.
It wasn't always like this. Everything had gone downhill some 5 years ago...
x x x
"Please! Someone save my baby!"
A roaring flame had encapsulated the building, trapping those insides from getting out, and those outside from getting in. Of course, simple matters such as flames wouldn't discourage heroes from coming to the rescue, and that's exactly what they did.
Within the towering inferno of the apartment complex, two figures made their way through the flames. Obstacles such as charred furniture and crackling flames weren't a match for them, for whenever they got close, those obstacles would magically wink out of existence, as if they never existed. The flames proved to be a little too difficult to remove, but that was why it was a team of two. With a quick sweep and the appropriate movements, blankets and the like were put over the flames in an attempt to douse them, at least long enough for the two of them to proceed.
"You sure about this?" One of them huffed, coughing a little bit here and there.
"Of course. If you're going to run into a burning building, then so am I." The other remarked, and that seemed to elicit a chuckle from the both of them. A wailing cry cut through the noise of the fire and their own laughter, and they immediately sought the source. When they reached a small cot in the master bedroom, they realised they were just in time. The flames were about to swallow the young feline baby whole.
The second of them swept the baby up in his arms as the other turned to face the wall, his face twisted in concentration. He held out a hand and grunted, before clenching his fingers into a fist. The apartment shook momentarily and, after a few moments, an appropriate sized hole appeared within the opposite wall, just enough in size for the two of them to leap out. The backdraft of oxygen might have been a problem, but the nearby windows were, thankfully, all open.
Below them on the busy streets, firefighters were poised underneath the suddenly appearing entrance, which seemed visible from their side. The 8 of them held a vast elastic fabric in their grip, stretching it out fully with the intention of cushioning their fall. The second of them jumped first, and in the sunlight, he was finally visible: a parrot, with beautiful blue and yellow hues that were marred with black smog and smoke. His musketeer outfit, consisted of a hat, doublet and appropriate trousers, billowed within the wind as he glided towards the ground with the held of his wings, descending with the baby clutched gingerly in his dexterous talons, having quickly swapped how he carried the newborn mid-jump, something only a man of his expertise could manage. He landed on his back against the elastic and held the baby up for the sobbing mother to grab, arms outstretch. Clambering to his feet, he raised his gaze to the lone figure above.
Standing at the edge of the rudimentary exit was a deer, with majestic curled horns and a serious expression. A domino mask sat over his eyes and his figure was dressed in a long, traditional Chinese robe that covered his body and arms, thin slits on either side allowing his legs to move freely. The insignia of a deer was painted over the long skirt-like fabric on his bottom half, and there was a clear set of pants on his legs beneath the robe, that only reached his knees. He hesitated at the ledge, before he leapt forwards.
He sailed downwards towards the firefighters, twisting in the air to land on his back, his fall cushioned with their aid. He breathed a shaky sigh as he landed and clambered upright, helped to his feet by his parrot partner.
"Still afraid of heights, are we?" The parrot teased, and the deer let out a sharp hiss, batting him gently on the beak.
"Shh! I'm meant to be a hero, aren't I?" He pointed out, much to the parrot's amusement. The woman, still clutching her baby, came before them and bowed her head, thanking them profusely. The two exchanged a glance, the pair of them looking a little bashful.
"Brave heroes," One of the firefighters asked. "You have...amazing prowess for people so young. What're your names?"
"Wind Rider," The parrot answered for them. "And my lovely assistant here is Eracervine."
"A-Assistant?!" Eracervine spluttered, but he couldn't really argue in that instance. Wind Rider had, after all, saved the day, more or less. Well, he'd saved the baby, at least, though Eracervine silently reminded himself that, without his powers to break a hole in the wall, they might not have made it out alive.
"Well, regardless, thanks." The firefighters murmured their approval, and quickly returned to putting out the blaze, leaving the two of them be rather abruptly.
"R-Right...well, safe travels." Eracervine told them, clearing his throat and grabbing the parrot by the arm. Wind Rider was pulled along, though he made an effort to wave back at the man and women that still hung around the burning building, which was now slowly being put out.
The two of them walked in silence for a moment, before Eracervine grasped the parrot a little more firmly, tugging him into a nearby alley. The parrot let out a cry of surprise as he was shoved up against the wall, the deer's hands tight around his doublet as he forced him up against the brick. They exchanged a dark gaze to one-another, before Eracervine's muzzle touched with Wind Rider's beak, though not before expertly blinking away the soot that sat atop the bird's features. He didn't want to taste ash.
The two shared a passionate kiss, the deer's hands loosening on the doublet to roam a little further down and along the parrot's body. He touched with his sides, sneaking a hand up underneath the shirt to stroke against bare flesh and feathers. Wind Rider shuddered under his touch, angling his beak to the side to plant a few little nibbles on the deer's neck.
"Mmh. Does calling you my assistant get you worked up, Fang?" The parrot chuckled.
"No," The deer remarked. "But that sexy outfit, Javier, definitely does."
Fang Wu and Javier Mendoza, otherwise known as Eracervine and Wind Rider, were a little more than just heroes who worked together: they were partners for life, and had been for quite some time.
x x x
Fang Wu came from particularly lavish beginnings. Born into a rich and wealthy family, Fallow Deers were considered a prestigious species amongst deers and, much to his own resentment, great things were expected of him. His parents owned several businesses, but their main wealth stemmed from planning weddings and hotels. Such successful companies helped them stay happily afloat in upper-class luxury, but the more that Fang lived with them, the more insufferable they became.
Though his name was Chinese in origin, and his parents were of a similar nationality, Fang had never lived in China. Instead, he had lived in a beautiful home in the more luxurious rural estates of Langris City, and over the years he had lived there, he had come to realise how extraordinary the city really was. Even at a young age, heroes were insanely popular, with the likes of the now retired Father Fist taking up most of the spotlight. The culture of heroes saving the day had planted the seed of justice in many a heart, but none grew so beautifully as Eracervine's did.
Fang didn't come into his powers until he hit the age of 16, when they manifested rather explosively. As much as his hero name implies, Fang had the power to target and delete matter. When his powers manifested in their entirety, he was unable to control them, and found himself caving several holes into his parent's little mansion without even realising it. It was then that his parents realised he was too dangerous to be around. Not only did they leave, but they placed their son in a secure facility to use his powers properly.
Laser grids, fire, and any kind of matter that bears a continuous stream was impossible for Fang to remove at will. It was that weakness alone that caused him to be locked in a tight cube for several months until he could learn to properly shut out his emotions. Only when he could control his emotions could he control his powers. Of course, as a teenage boy, he rebelled, and came to resent his parent's existence, but never once did he feel pure hatred, nor entitled to anything simply because of what he'd gone through. Learning how destructive he was had, eventually, made him rather humble.
He stayed in the facility, honing his abilities for 2 years until he turned 18. Only then did he feel confident in finally leaving the confines of what had felt like home for the past couple of years and out into the real world. His parents had coaxed the dean of a popular university to take him in and teach him about the world, and it had apparently cost them very little money to do so.
It had taken him less than 10 minutes in the real world for Fang to bump into the man that would change his life forever: Javier Mendoza.
Later known as Wind Rider, Javier had a considerably different life to Fang. His abilities were purely physical, and he'd spent most of his life soaring through the clouds. His parents ran a small import and export company that hadn't necessarily made them very wealthy, but it had been enough to make sure their son had a good life. Javier got the travel the world with his father, but settled down only when he inevitably set his sights on attending Justice University, a famous academy. Though the name implied it might be a 'heroes only' facility, however, it was actually just a normal university that had an incredible program specifically for heroes in training.
That was, inevitably, how the two had met. Fang's ticket into Justice University had been bought, but Javier had earned it.
"Oh!" Javier cried as he bumped into the deer, bending down to collect the things that the man had dropped upon exiting a nearby building, using his feet to do so. "Sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going. I think I'm running late, so..."
"Oh. Sorry." Fang awkwardly spoke, his anxiety flaring up. Time spent in the facility had made him bad at social conversations, especially with strangers, but the anxiety wasn't enough to make his powers come to fruition, thankfully.
"It's okay," The parrot smiled, straightening up and placing the books in the deer's hands, briefly casting his gaze over the covers. "'A Hero's Guide to Heroism', huh? Are you attending Justice University too?"
"Yeah," Fang's eyes widened in surprise. "You too?"
"You betcha," The parrot beamed, holding out a wing. "Javier."
"Fang." The deer hesitated on where to place his hand, and resorting to just grabbing a wingtip and performing a mock-shake, much to Javier's amusement.
"What an ominous name. You're not going to be a villain, are you?" The bird teased, perhaps a little flirtaciously, and Fang immediately felt the colour rise to his cheeks. He tried his best to brush off the comment.
"U-Um," He chuckled awkwardly, before ignoring the comment. "Orientation's in an hour, you know."
"Shit, really? I thought I was running late...guess I got time then," He studied Fang's nervous expression, then smiled. "Wanna get a coffee?"
That was the start of their friendship. Fang couldn't tell, even now, if Javier had invited him to coffee merely because Fang looked lonely, if he were actually interested romantically. Either way, it had been a step in the right direction for the two of them, as they eventually came to learn that one couldn't last long in the university without the other.
Where Fang excelled, Javier did not, and vice versa. Fang was very academically minded, and it showed in his theory work and reports, in his essays and papers. Javier, on the other hand, was very much the opposite: he was athletically focused, and excelled in physical exams where Fang did not. Their weaknesses were the others strength, and it didn't take long for their mutual friendship to blossom into a close bond, where one trained the other in what they lacked.
Of course, spending so much time together was bound to bring something else to the table, and several months after they had started to help each other train, the two became an item. Fang had never considered himself a fan of men, but there was something in Javier that spoke to him, and he found himself warming to the idea rather quickly. Javier, however, was always male-focused, or so it appeared. He never showed interest in women, but was happy to show plenty of flirtatious interest in Fang himself.
When the two of them inevitably graduated from Justice University with good grades, it was only natural for the two of them to remain together and fight as heroes, saving anyone and everyone they could.
Of course, saving people had its perks in other ways other than just gratitude, as the two of them soon came to find out.
x x x
The door to the quiet apartment slammed open, and in tumbled Wind Rider, a man wrapped firmly around his body, the two of them roamed their mouths, kissing each other all over as the parrot swiftly batted the door shut with a deft claw, the man wrapped around him reaching out to fumble for a light.
"Forget it." The parrot panted out, and the two of them stumbled forwards, teetering and staggering until, eventually, one of them lost their footing. With a yelp, the two of them landed hard on the floor, but neither of them groaned in discomfort. In fact, they laughed, and continued to their lewd groping.
"The floor is fine too," The man panted, his canine-esque frame illuminated by the light of the moon through the ceiling-high window nearby. "I gotta say, it's pretty kinky."
"Kinky? To just throw out clothes off and fuck in the middle of the room?" The parrot remarked with a boyish giggle. "If you say so."
The canine's hands roamed, reaching up to clutch around the parrot's doublet, before moving down towards his ankle and grasping those cheeks, giving them a gentle squeeze. The parrot swayed his hips a little with a chuckle as the canine's hands slowly slid back up, tugging at the waistband of the parrot's trousers and forcing them down over his manly hips.
"I've gotta say," The canine panted out between quiet groans. "I've never fucked a hero before."
"You're about to find out how wild heroes can be." The parrot teased, and the man beneath him groaned in response. The parrot, dressed in an iconic doublet and hat who many attributed to Wind Rider, lowered his beak and nibbled at the man's neck as he felt those hands tugging his trousers down a little more, exposing his bear rump and the humanoid cock that sat between his legs. He felt a hand meet with his ample balls and he squirmed a little above the man, moaning quietly under his breath.
"So tell me," Wind Rider began as he leant back, gesturing to the canine to undress. "Are you a top or a bottom?"
"I, uh...don't really know." The canine admitted, eagerly tugging his loose T-Shirt over his head and tossing it to the side, before reaching for his pants and yanking them down. Wind Rider admired him for a moment, before he shuffled himself out of his own pants and left his doublet on, as it was a bit too much effort to take off. With a small smirk, Wind Rider climbed up over the canine's body and sat himself down on the man's stomach, rolling his hips back. The man had successfully removed his pants enough to expose his anatomically correct canine cock, and the parrot made a point of rolling his hips back against it. He felt it slip in along his taint and slide against his balls as the hero dragged himself back. The man beneath him trembled and shuddered.
Neither of them said a word as the avian rolled his hips forward again, angling his ass just enough for the cock beneath him to tilt upwards and drag up between his cheeks, smearing across his entrance as Wind Rider rolled back once more. The canine reached up to hang onto the avian's hips as, with a smirk, the parrot expertly gyrated his hips, moving them up and down and clenching his ample cheeks. He massaged the cock between his ass cheeks, over and over, and the man groaned out his approval, eyes lidding over slightly as his cock wildly throbbed and twitched under the parrot's dexterous assault.
After a minute or so lewd gyrating, Wind Rider picked up the sounds of their sex humping, an indication that the canine's cock was probably thoroughly covered with pre-cum, as was his own behind. Slowly, he rolled his hips up until the tapering end of the canine cock probed and prodded with his pucker, and after a few moments of hesitation and anticipation, he pushed his behind down. The cock sunk into his tight entrance and his innards spasmed, clenching around every available inch. The canine behind him, his eyes lidded and his breathing heavy, was clearly enjoying their lewd antics, enough for him to try his best to thrust up, though his attempts were clumsy and hesitant at best.
Wind Rider, however, was happy to take the reigns. He pushed his ass down further, until he swallowed up the cock completely into his behind, his entrance meeting with the man's knot. The bulbous base kissed against his behind and threatened to tie with him, but the parrot was smart: he didn't force himself down, as he didn't want this to end too soon.
"You like that?" Wind Rider asked of him, and the man nodded clumsily, a goofy grin spreading across his face. Slowly, the avian raised his hips up and slammed down again, beginning to ride the canine's decently-sized cock at a relatively steady pace. Each bounce of his hips had the man tensing and groaning between his slightly parted muzzle, and his heels scuffed against the floor, unable to stop himself from squirming. Wind Rider found that rather endearing.
"Y-You're so tight, so warm, so..." The man didn't know what to say. His fingers dug into the parrot's sides and clung to his hips as he rolled his head back, letting out a quiet, heated groan. Wind Rider made an effort to gyrate his hips sensually, coaxing the man closer and closer to orgasm, whilst his own erect humanoid cock twitched idly against the man's stomach, oozing the occasional drop of pre-cum onto his fur. His steady, circular motions seemed to be doing the trick, but the canine's chest soon began to heave, and his breath grew heavy.
The canine closed his eyes, whimpering quietly from his throat as his hands slid up, stroking up and down the parrot's sides, touching with his feathers, his flesh, his thighs. He began to groan in earnest and Wind Rider knew he nearing his limit. Rather than frustrate him, the parrot moved his hips faster, switching from his circular, rhythmic gyrations into simple up and down movements, bouncing his ample ass on top of that cock, over and over.
"Fuck..." The canine sighed out, and as Wind Rider bounced his hips, he felt the warm pulsing within his innards and realised that the man had climaxed. The parrot pushed himself down, groaning quietly under his breath as he felt the warmth spreading across his stomach and the fat knot swelling against his tight ring, unable to tie with him now. The canine beneath him didn't seem to mind though: in fact, he'd gone rather limp since he'd climaxed. Wind Rider could only assume sex wasn't a common occurrence for him.
A buzzing caught Wind Rider's attention, and on his trouser pocket, his phone had lit up. He reached back for it, nudging his pocket with a wing until the phone fell to the floor with a quiet 'thud'. With a grunt, Javier muttered a quick apology as he pulled his feet forwards, something managing to wrangle himself from the cowboy position he'd managed before into a full blown squat, with the member still inside of him. He cocked a talon out to grab his phone, dexterous flipping it over in his hands to read the notification. It was you-know-who.
'Having fun?', Eracervine had asked, and Javier shifted in his seat, bobbing his hips idly up and down, eliciting a groan from the canine beneath him.
'This boy's a treat. How about you?', He replied. He waited a few moments and his eyes widened when Fang sent him a photo. A giggle cross the avian's lips when he saw a photo of Fang, dick-deep into a slender looking feline. The photo had been taken from above, so all Wind Rider could see the was feline's tail and his back, as well as his cheeks meeting with Fang's crotch. Seems like they were both enjoying themselves.
"What?" The canine beneath him grunted, and Wind Rider locked his phone, setting it down and admiring the flushed expression of the man beneath him.
"Nothing. Just my boyfriend," He purred, and the canine froze immediately, making him chuckle. "Relax. He knows."
"O-Oh..." The canine sounded awkward, but he wasn't complaining.
Fang and Javier had a special kind of relationship. Their once blossoming fondness for each other had grown into a full-blown, almost 'true' love. They loved each other so much to the point where sex didn't matter for them. It was just another facet of their relationship, and they knew that, though they were enjoying the company of others, they always returned to each other. It was that deep-rooted love that had kept them together for so long.
At least it had, until that fateful day.
x x x
It was a gloomy and, for the most part, stressful Saturday afternoon. It was nearing 5pm when the crisis of a collapsed youth centre at the far end of town was finally wrapping up. Eracervine, and his partner Wind Rider, had been on the scene to help clear debris and save anyone trapped inside. At the most, the staff who had made it out were inconsistent with their numbers on how many children were inside. In the end, they had the settle on a rounded number of 20 kids.
It was good that Eracervine was on the scene, as being able to target and delete certain precise chunks of debris had made it easy to get the majority of the kids out. The ones that had been trapped under rubble required a little bit more co-ordination, but after 4 gruelling hours of work, everyone was feeling a little high strung.
"Honestly, if Top Dog was here..." One of the firefighters muttered, and that snide comment elicited a glare from both Eracervine and Wind Rider alike. Both were familiar with the new rookie on the scene, whose impeccable telepathic powers had proved more than useful on a number of occasions. Despite being 3 years under them in age, he was more of a leader than they were. Eracervine, however, was more than familiar with the rottweiler's exploits. He liked to secretly refer to him as a 'slutty secretary'. He knew better than to be rude, but something about Top Dog made him just a little bitter.
Finally, however, it was over. With a long and tired sigh, Eracervine turned to the avian.
"Hey. You look rough, why don't you get some rest, maybe see if someone has a drink?" Fang suggested to the avian, who was looking considerably tired. "I'll finish up here...still got a ways to go."
"Okay. Love you." The parrot leant forwards and pecked a kiss on the deer's cheek, before he turned and sluggishly made his way across the parking lot. Fang wanted nothing more than to go home as well: he was as exhausted as Javier.
Turning to face the various ambulances across the parking lot, Fang made his way over, adjusting his domino mask as he stood in front of the mostly uninjured children still being looked over by the paramedics. Those who had been checked out and were given the a-ok to go home were being funnels into government-provided cars. However, they looked to be short-staffed. A man, standing by one of the cars, looked aimlessly around with a kid standing next to him: a young reptilian boy.
"Do you need help?" Fang asked as he approached them, and the man cleared his throat, suddenly straightening up.
"E-Eracervine, sir!" He was surprised to see him, it seemed, and the boy was in awe at a hero even being in his presence. "It, uh, it appears that there are no available drivers to take this boy home..."
"I'll handle it," The deer smiled, playing the part of a hero. "It's the least I could do."
With fervent thanks, and quite a bit of bowing, the man handed the keys to the car over to the deer and Eracervine slipped into the driver's seat, the young reptile crawling into the back and getting strapped it. Eracervine considered himself a pretty good driver, so he wasted no time in pulling the car out of the parking lot and heading off down the road. He'd catch up with Wind Rider later.
For the most part, they drove in silence. The boy was too awe-struck, and ultimately in shock, to really say much, so couldn't find a good topic of conversation, given he had no idea what interested him. He looked at the boy through the rear-view mirror: he was clad in a loose T-Shirt and shorts, but those garments were a little tattered in places, with obvious holes here and there. The reptile met the deer's gaze and Eracervine cleared his throat, focusing his attention back to the road.
"U-Um...Mr. Hero, sir," The reptile began awkwardly. "...Thank you for saving me. Us. The others, too."
"Oh-- that's quite alright," The deer beamed at him from the front seat. "Just doing my job."
"Mm. I really am grateful." The reptile mumbled, looking down at his hands. The boy was rather endearing, now that Fang thought about it. He quickly pushed those thoughts away. No. He shouldn't. The boy was only 14, at the most.
"C-Can you pull over?" The reptile suddenly said in earnest, and the deer quickly understood why.
He turned sharply to the right at the next turning and pulled them into an empty parking lot in the middle of a residential area. The reptile frantically clambered out and dry-heaved near the back of the car. The shock was finally settling down in his system, so it appeared, and he was likely feeling nauseous from the rush of adrenaline leaving his system. Fang stepped out of the car, grabbing the water bottle that had been sitting in the cup holder and bringing it over.
"Here. Drink up." Eracervine encouraged, and the boy nodded, grabbing the bottle with a hand and twisting the cap, taking a few plentiful chugs of water and leaning against the side of the car. He wiped his mouth and sighed, rubbing the back of his head.
"Sorry." The boy muttered quietly, and Fang shook his head.
"Think nothing of it." He insisted. The two of them stood there awkwardly for a moment, unsure what to say to one-another.
"You feeling a bit better?" Fang quietly asked, stepping a little closer. The reptile didn't move away. If anything, he stayed in the same spot, looking down at the bottle between his hands. He managed, at the most, a simple nod, and Eracervine reached out his hand, touching it with the reptile's own. When the boy didn't pull away, he slid his fingers along the 14 year old's forearm, up towards his upper arm and onto his shoulder.
Clearing his throat, Fang pulled back, anxious, and opened the back passenger door, and the reptile wordlessly got inside. There, in that moment, the deer hesitated. In that very instant, the decision he made changed his life forever. He slipped into the back seat next to the reptile and closed the door behind him.
They sat there in silence for a moment before Fang made his move. He knew it was wrong. He knew what the consequences would be if he were caught, but still, he wanted to do it. He reached out with a hand and touched his fingers with the reptile's leg, grazing along his bare scales. The reptile shifted a little in his seat, but his lack of resistance only encouraged Fang to move deeper. His hand curled in around the boy's inner thigh and along towards his crotch, his palm meeting the boy's package.
The reptile elicited a small groan, pushing his hips against Fang's hand, and the deer moved, pressing himself further against the boy's body. Instinctively, the reptile began to shift, turning to face towards Eracervine whilst leaning back, pressing himself against the length of the car seats. Fang moved on top of him, towering over his smaller, boyish frame.
Neither of them spoke. Fang was afraid of what the boy might have to say, but he didn't utter a sound as the deer's hand moved towards the boy's stomach, hiking up his T-Shirt to reveal his smooth-scaled belly and chest. Fang slowly lowered his head, running his mouth along the boy's stomach and down towards his pelvis as his fingers hitched into the waistband of those tattered shorts and forced them down past the teen's hips. The boy shifted his leg, lifting his behind up so that the pants could be removed, exposing his naked crotch.
A gentle groan escaped the boy's lips as Fang's muzzle immediately met with the reptile's crotch. Eracervine slipped his thumb under the humanoid cock, angling it upwards as he coiled and slurped his tongue around the head, slicking up the glans with his spittle. The boy squirmed beneath him, clutching tightly onto his shirt as the hero before him suckled his steadily growing member. The 14 year old's cock pulsed with a greater intensity over time, throbbing under the assault of the man's tongue until it reached a full hardness, 4 and a half inches of turgid length pulsing weakly against Eracervine's lips. Never in the boy's wildest dreams did he imagine he'd be fondled and molested by a hero he admired, and his unreadable expression was a testament to how uncertain he felt about it.
Fang however, wasn't paying attention. With a groan, he bowed his head down, taking the cock into his mouth as he plunged his muzzle down towards the base, until his nose met with the reptile's pelvis. He could feel every quivering throb, every vibrant twitch against his tongue, and he curled his wet appendage around, eager to taste every delicious inch of the boy's cock. He didn't know why the thought of the young reptile stirred him so, yet here he was, throwing caution to the wind just to enjoy the pleasures of the teen's flesh and scales.
Fang slowly rolled and angled his head, bobbing his lips and suckling the young cock in front of him, his body humming with anticipation, his skin prickling with desire. The reptile beneath him shakily reached out a hand to touch his head, sliding his fingers against the grooves of the man's antlers. The boy's breathing was low and heavy, his body tensing underneath Fang's assault. The pulsing within the deer's mouth was a clear indication of how much the boy was enjoying it, even if it were wrong. Eracervine could even taste that delectably sweet pre-cum.
The more he suckled and slurped, the more the boy began to groan, until it was evident that he was nearing some sort of release. Fang was surprisingly eager to taste it, and he began to move faster, his tongue dutifully sliding up and down, his hand moving to squeeze and stroke what inches of the cock weren't in his mouth with each pleasured suckle.
With a sharp grunt and a gentle whimper, the reptile suddenly orgasmed, and Fang closed his eyes as he tasted the sweet, sticky seed that shot into the back of his throat. He gulped it down, his hands moving to greedily stroke the boy's hips as he took the entire length into his mouth, closing his eyes and relishing the taste, the warm sensation of each hard throb against his tongue. The teen's hand curled around one of his antlers and held onto him tightly for just a little while, before his grip inevitably loosened and he was left a panting, spent mess.
Fang slowly pulled back, glancing up at the boy as he peeled his mouth from the cub's cock, letting it hang half-limp in the air, slowly shrinking after his orgasm. Fang quietly wondered if it were the boy's first time, but of that he couldn't be certain.
Driven by his own desire, the deer slowly moved back up the boy's body, running his mouth hungrily across the reptile's exposed stomach and up towards his chest, skipping over his T-Shirt and heading directly for his neck. He felt the teen's hands against his chest, hesitant to push him away, yet curling around his traditional Chinese robe regardless. With a hungry moan, the deer's muzzle assaulted the cub's neck, peppering him with sensual, intimate kisses.
He shifted, reaching to tug his robe over his head and dropping it down at the bottom of the seat, exposing his naked chest and simple woven pants. He wasted no time in popping the button of his pants and sliding them down past his hips. He revealed himself to the teen, showing off his equally humanoid cock, 7 inches of length. It had been constrained by his pants initially, but now that it was free, it stood to attention. Fang reached out to grab the reptile's hands, guiding them towards his cock.
A groan escaped the man's lips when the boy's fingers touched with his cock, and Fang settled in, resting on his knees as the teen, legs still spread to accommodate the deer getting closer, was encouraged to stroke the adult's cock. The 14 year old looked nervous, unsure where to settle his eyes as he used both of his hands to drag the man's foreskin back and forth. Pre-cum seeped from the end of Eracervine's cock, pooling around the end of his foreskin with each tug and smearing onto the reptile's scales hands. The teen averted his gaze as the deer groaned, grateful to be touched. He admired the boy's body, running his hands over his slightly naked chest.
"I'm almost there." Eracervine warned quietly, his voice barely a whisper as the reptile picked up speed to match his warning. Fang would have normally lasted longer, but it was the act, the situation he was in that stirred him so, to the point where he was aching to blow by the time he'd finished pleasuring the teen beneath him. His breathing picked up a little until his chest began to heave, restrained groans escaping his lips. The pre-cum readily oozed from the end of his cock and then, finally, he felt his climax wash over him.
The reptile grunted as a stray arc of cum shot across his body and splattered along his chest, the strings after that lacking in force and landing along his stomach and pelvis, occasionally dribbling onto his own cock. The reptile's fingers soon became gooey with seed, the substance hanging between his digits as he finally withdrew his hands, looking down at the mess the hero before him had made. Fang looked him up and down before clearing his throat, frantically looking around. He threw down the middle seat, briefly, and sighed with relief when he found some sort of quilt blanket hidden away in the boot, which could be accessed from the middle compartment. He reached through and grabbed it, haphazardly patting the reptile down to try and wipe the cum off of him.
"Um..." Eracervine began awkwardly. "Let's not talk about this again. Okay?"
"Y-Yes, sir." The reptile muttered, watching as the deer patted him down, before Eracervine quickly retreated, adjusting himself and hiding away his member, pulling his robes back on. He knew he'd done something bad. He was just glad no-one was around to see it.
Or, rather, so he thought at the time.
After he returned to the front seat, he drove the teen home, who had adjusted himself back to how he looked before, without any evidence of what had happened on his person. Directions to his house were a little awkward, but the deer successfully managed to get him there and dropped him off. The reptile thanked him, but by the time the boy reached the door and turned to say goodbye, Fang had already pulled out the driveway and sped off down the road. He wanted to get away as fast as possible.
He was panicking a little. He and Wind Rider had always fooled around, but he knew this was crossing a line. The reptile was a teenager, of all things. So long as Wind Rider didn't find out, he'd be fine, though he'd be lying if he said he wasn't stressed, or even a little scared, of his partner finding out. The deer pulled his phone out of his pocket and checked for messaged. His notifications bar was empty. Guessing that Javier had already gone home, the deer decided to head there and figured he could hand in the government car later. After all, the government worked together with some heroes: Wind Rider and Eracervine were just a handful of them.
When he reached his apartment complex, he was confused to find so many cars parked nearby. With a frown, he opened the driver's seat door and stepped out, shutting it behind him. Just as he was about to head towards the entrance to his building, he stopped. Javier appeared from the entranceway, his beak twisted into a grimace.
"...Javie-- Uh, Wind Rider," Eracervine cleared his throat, a sheepish smile spread across his face. "I wasn't expecting a warm welcome."
His tease fell on deaf ears. He frowned when the bird didn't respond to him, and he heard the sound of boots scraping against the pavement. He turned his head to see various people appearing, the majority of them dressed in fully armed S.W.A.T gear. If the deer were any more naive, he might have questioned what this was about, but all these armed people wouldn't be here if they weren't for him. He knew the weapons they carried: specifically designed assault rifles that fired short laser bursts instead of bullets, designed specifically to combat him, and him alone, though it probably had other applications.
"What's going on, Javier?" Fang asked quietly, and the parrot couldn't look him in the eyes.
"You butt-dialled me. Half an hour ago." He winced visibly as he said it, and Fang knew instantly what that meant.
"W..Wait. Hold on," Fang began, feeling the panic rising in his stomach up to his throat. "I can explain. Please. You don't have to do this."
"I do. It's wrong...you have to answer for your crime." Fang could see Javier choking up even as he said it. Despite not wanting to, Wind Rider had an unwavering conviction to his heroism. Even if it meant the love of his life had to go to jail for a crime, he would do it. The parrot sniffled and Fang stepped forwards, wanting to comfort him.
"Stay where you are." A gruff voice warned, and he heard the click of a gun's safety being taken off. Eracervine gritted his teeth, his eyes never leaving Javier.
"He's my boyfriend. He's upset. I should talk to him." Eracervine said to the armed man through gritted teeth, but the gun didn't falter, nor did the man's conviction. He remained firmly rooted to the spot.
"I won't tell you again." The man insisted, and the deer looked more frustrated.
"Get out of my way!" Eracervine was about at his limit. He was stressed, and he was panicking. He couldn't afford to lose Wind Rider. He couldn't afford to lose the life he'd built for himself, for the two of them.
"Calm down, Fang." Javier said to him. Wind Rider knew, more than anyone, how important it was for Eracervine to keep his emotions in check.
Fang, however, wasn't listening. He began to pace on the spot, clutching his head. The panic was too much. He had people around him, getting closer and closer to stop him moving about. They were talking in his ear, telling him to keep still, to put up his hands, to surrender himself willingly before things turned ugly. He didn't know why-- maybe it was the fear of losing Wind Rider, or the anger and shame of what he did-- but he just...snapped.
Without thinking, he reached out his hand towards one of the nearest men. The armed man didn't even have time to respond.
"Fuck off!" Eracervine roared at him, and in an instant, the man was gone. His primed laser rifle, along with several other pieces of equipment, clattered to the ground.
Eracervine might not be able to stop lasers or fire, but he can easily eradicate a human being. That was the terrifying power he had at his fingertips, and it was only in that moment that he came to realise how volatile he really was.
Eracervine didn't say a word as the armed S.W.A.T units dove onto him and force him to the ground, pushing his face into the pavement. He didn't say anything when Wind Rider cried out for them not to hurt him. He didn't say anything as they forced him into the back of an armoured truck, begging to god he wouldn't 'go nuclear' on them. He was numb. Numb to it all. Numb to what he had done, to the power he wielded at his fingertips. But most of all, he knew that Javier would surely hate him. He'd think him a monster.
In that instant, his life changed forever.
x x x
Outside Pandemonium, a car trundled to a halt in its quiet parking lot and the door swung open. Out stepped a figure: a Rottweiler, clad in superhero attire, with a tight spandex suit with additional protecting in the fruit, and a flowing cape in the back. The Rottweiler, who everyone knew as Top Dog, circled around towards the back seat and tugged the doors open. Out stepped two more figures: Restorative Rodent, a young rat boy, and Wayne Caldwell, Outliner, a brutish pigman.
"What're we doing here, Top Dog?" The pig grunted as he leant up against the car, causing it to creak under his weight a little. "Pandemonium ain't no place for the likes of us."
"No..." Top Dog agreed, brushing a hand up along his head to smooth down his fur a little, looking a bit nervous. "But there is someone we need to meet."
He strode forwards, and the man at the gate hesitated at the sight of them, before opening the gates via a keycard and control panel. The gates clicked loudly and creaked open, and the trio stepped through, closing it behind them. An armed man quickly strode up to them and saluted.
"Sir. May I ask your business here?" He asked.
"I'm here to consult with Eracervine." Top Dog informed him, and the man hesitated, before he nodded. Everyone knew Top Dog, so no-one was going to stop him. He was the leading hero in Langris City, after all: without him, the city might very well be in chaos.
Leading Joey and Outliner across the courtyard, Top Dog followed the guardsman inside. The man lead them down a narrow corridor and deeper into the facility, through several security locked doors and, inevitably, to the cubicle at the far end.
A laser grid sat behind a ceiling-high wall of glass, with a single metal compartment on the right hand side to mass items and food in and out. There, sitting at the far back with his head staring up at the ceiling, was Eracervine himself. Joey was silently in awe: the man was a legend amongst heroes, with incredible powers at his fingertips. Top Dog turned towards the guardsman nearby and spoke to him quietly. The man looked hesitant to leave them, but one quick look from the canine soon sent him packing. Leaving them on their own, Top Dog sighed through his nose and stared at the deer through the glass.
"The slutty secretary..." The deer suddenly spoke, before Top Dog even had a chance to. "I'll admit, I'm quite surprised to see you visiting me. We only ever worked together a couple of times."
He didn't say it spitefully. In fact, he sounded rather surprise, though that cutting comment on Top Dog's tomfoolery in his youth certainly made its mark. The canine resisted the urge to snarl and smoothed over his bravado. The deer lowered his head to meet Top Dog's gaze, and his eyes flicked from Wayne to Joey. He tensed at the sight of the boy and adjusted himself awkwardly. He looked...scared.
"Who're your friends? If you don't mind me asking. I rarely get visitors outside of Javier...uh, Wind Rider." The deer asked.
"Woah, you know Wind Rider?" Joey couldn't stop himself from asking, eyes wide.
"Indeed," The deer was momentarily surprised. "We're...an item, of sorts."
Fang always thought his life would be over, but despite his incarceration, Wind Rider always visited him, at least once a week. They didn't talk about much, and they didn't get to touch each other, but...it was nice for the two of them to just hang out a little bit. Fang missed him. Missed his touch, his warmth. He'd heard about the viral incident through Wind Rider, and though Javier had said he could use Eracervine's help, the pair of them knew he couldn't leave. Ever. He had to atone. At least, he thought he did.
"Wow..." Joey's eyes were wide as he looked from Top Dog to Eracervine, and back again. The Rottweiler cleared his throat.
"Restorative Rodent," He gestured to Joey, then to Wayne. "and Outliner."
"A pleasure...so what sparks this unannounced visit, with your guests in tow?" The deer asked, slowly leaning forwards. He can't imagine they were here on a social call.
A smile spread across Top Dog's lips, as if he were pleased Fang had even asked.
"Well," He began. "We're going to break you out of here."
The room fell into a stunned silence. The deer parted his lips, a frown crossing his face.
"You're...what?"