Love's Battlefield - Volume 11
Love's Battlefield: Volume Eleven - Students And Teachers
By Joseph Raszagal
At some indistinguishable time in the afternoon, anywhere between 12:00 and 1:00 PM, both teenage furs sighed in unison and kicked off the thick blankets covering them. Curiously, despite the fact that it was a weekday and therefore a schoolday as well, neither of Adam's parents had made a bid to wake him up before leaving for work. Considering all of the things that had been said the previous night, and at decibel levels that were in no way inaudible, the fact that they'd left them alone was either very GOOD or very BAD.
Yes, aside from the brown bat and the lazuli lupine, the house was completely empty.
"Breakfast?" Yawned Adam as he shuffled downstairs.
With all of the emotion of an unconscious therapy patient under heavy hypnotism, Thomas blinks twice and sleepily replies, "Mmm? Mmm-hmm."
That apparently meant yes. So, with a quick stretch to get his stiffened joints reacquainted with movement, the vampire bat set about putting together a decent morning menu. Well, midday menu. Bacon sizzled, eggs fried, orange juice poured, and bread toasted; once the food hit the dining room table, Thomas descended upon it like a ravenous beast. Though the cerulean canine was a lot of things and had in his repertoire a whole host of skills, the ability to cook without burning everything around him to a crisp was conspicuously absent from that list. However, being the oldest of six siblings, Adam often played the demanding role of "third parent" for his brothers and sisters, so cooking up a delectable storm was practically second nature to him. For that, Thomas had nothing but respect, and to show that respect he made sure to lay unholy waste to every edible item within ten feet of his fork and knife.
"That. Was. Awesome." Said Thomas melodramatically as he patted his stomach with a satisfied smile.
"Of course it was." Retorted the furry flier with a confident grin. "I made it."
"Why, Adam, dear boy, was that a bit conceit I heard behind your words?"
"Iron Chef, eat your heart out."
And so the day went by, minutes elapsing into hours; Adam busying himself with housework and Thomas playing hooky in order to keep him company. Time flew as the chores were completed, one by one, eventually leaving the boys with quite a bit of free time to spare. Said time was almost immediately cashed in as official "Super Nintendo and Screeching Weasel time", complete with Mario jumping over rogue turtle shells and clearing 30 foot gaps with one well-timed leap while "I Wanna Be A Homosexual" played loudly in the background. Then came the kart racing, the professional wrestling/prop fighting, the plastic guitar playing, the car theft simulation, and eventually, the Nintendo mascot battle-royal brawling. By the time Adam's computer's tracklist reached Streetlight Manifesto, a deck of cards had been pulled out from its dresser drawer tomb and a one-on-one game of Indian Poker had ensued. But with time to spare, several other card games reared their ugly heads and subsequently skedaddled as well. Pogs were used in place of poker chips more than once; the pogs themselves being worth one chip each while the heavier slammers served as five of their thinner cardboard counterparts. All in all, a prime example of childhood nostalgia correlating directly to currency.
But, sadly, even such EXTREMELY high-stakes poker could only remain interesting for so long. Out of boredom, Thomas flashed a devilish grin before proposing one final game. Apprehensively, the brown bat agreed.
"Do tell me again why it HAS to be Strip Blackjack?" Questioned Adam as he called for another hit and reeled back upon receiving a Queen. Standing up, the brown bat removed his collared shirt, taking care to do it slowly so as not to harm his fragile, tender wings. Tossing it aside, he blushed beet red upon meeting eyes with Thomas and noticing how much the azure pup had enjoyed the little show.
"Why not?" Replied Thomas with a faux-sinister grin. "If you're gonna keep my company, then you're gonna have to really step up to the plate. My friendship is in great demand these days; my time goes to the highest bidder. Now strip for it!"
"Is there anyone in this world more full of themselves than you?" Sighed Adam with a sarcastic roll of his lavender eyes.
Shaking his head, the Lucario laughs, "Heh, there isn't enough room on this planet for that much egotism."
"Oh how the truth stings." Responded Adam just before being shot down after understandably hitting on what seemed to be a safe and secure 15. "Damn!"
"And there go the pants." Snickered the cerulean canine gleefully. "Oh, and if you wouldn't mind, please imagine yourself working the pole at a burlesque show while taking them off. You've gotta sell it to me, man; make the experience real and all that jazz."
Blushing harder, the half-breed bat grunts, "Don't even kid like that, jackass, you know how self-conscious I get sometimes."
"You still have that saxophone stashed somewhere around here, right?" Mused Thomas as he egged the situation on even further. "Because if you'd like, I think I can muster up the skill to play some of that cheesy 70's porn music too. Bow-chika-wow-wow!"
Exhaling an exacerbated sigh, Adam mutters, "Jerk."
"You're breaking the fourth wall." Laughed Thomas in return.
"Whatever. You're still a jerk."
"You'd better believe it."
Fumbling with his belt for a brief moment, the embarrassed bat eventually managed to drop his faded bluejeans. To Thomas's surprise, something must have excited his lithe and slender friend because the several inches of distended undergarment fabric spoke silent, and markedly sexual, volumes. Even more interesting were the numerous small wet spots of pre that had darkened the blue fabric and the growing outline of the hidden length of flesh that Thomas could actually see growing steadily larger. The mischievous Lucario smiled immediately while his winged compatriot struggled to prevent his knees from shaking. All of a sudden, Thomas had forgotten about the card game and found himself highly intrigued by this interesting turn of events.
"Any comments on your part before the peanut gallery gets his two cents in?" Giggled the navy dog.
Unable to react properly, Adam found himself stuttering and stammering, "I-I... W-well, you see... I j-just... Oh man..."
Tilting his head, Thomas grins and says, "Use your words, dude."
Biting his tongue, the mahogany bat turned away and blushed even more fiercely.
"Thomas... d-do you, I don't know... D-do you find me attractive?" Muttered Adam quietly, not entirely aware that he'd actually voiced his thoughts. Instantly, he regretted it and started bonking himself on the top of the head with both balled fists out of frustration.
And in response to the arguably incredibly adorable sight, Thomas turned his head and smiled sincerely.
Blushing immediately, Adam turns away and exclaims, "N-no, no smiling like that! I-it was a stupid question, s-so just forget I asked it!"
But Thomas's smile merely resolved to stay.
"Not only was that question NOT stupid, but I happen to find you EXTREMELY attractive." Giggled the lazuli lupine as he set his cards down. "And remember, that's coming from someone who works with prostitutes and porn stars, people made to look flawless with a searing hot knife and staples." With an indignant scoff, he added, "So you're just gonna have to trust me when I say this, hun; no amount of slicing, stitching, cutting, molding, or perfecting could ever make one of those fake-ass motherfuckers look anywhere near as handsome as you. And, Hell, not just handsome either. Beautiful. You're beautiful, Adam."
"You... you really mean that?" Questioned the vampiric teen, the emotion in his hushed voice reflecting that seen in his passionate and steadily watering violet eyes.
With more honesty in his expression than one would have thought possible, Thomas so very softly replies, "I can prove to you how much I mean it, if you'd like."
Looking up at the wall-mounted clock, something that seemed to have gotten increasingly more popular within the past few nights given all of the recent attention it had been receiving, Adam licked his lips and nervously nodded his head. The clock read 3:43 P.M., which meant that although they hadn't heard anyone come in, the house was most certainly occupied by other prying eyes and ears by now. Both of his parents should have returned and, along with them, a majority of the little one as well. After a few seconds of silence, the muffled clatter of youthful, energetic scampering and overstressed adults attempting to contain the chaos could be heard from downstairs. 'They must have gotten back while we had the music on, during one of the louder songs maybe', thought Adam. Pulling his pants back up and buttoning them, the winged mammal padded over to his bedroom door and peeked out into the hallway. Seeing that the coast was clear, completely void of any straggling preteens and their accompanying preteen insanity, he very quietly closed it, listening for the telltale sound of the mechanism's oftentimes untrustworthy catch, then picked up an ancient looking skeleton key from the top of a nearby dresser. The key itself looked as though it had come from some earlier century, all bronze and battle-scarred. Inserting it into the keyhole, he turned it once and let the sharp sound of the deadbolt clinking into place ease his nerves and comfort him.
Now they had their privacy.
Slumping down into the plush pile of pillows and blankets covering his bed, Adam sighs, "Well, now no one can just waltz on in."
"True, but it looks like you're still pretty far from comfortable."
"You unravel that mystery all on your own, Dr. Freud?"
"Please, there's no need for formalities. Call me Sherlock. And no, I had Watson help me out a bit with that one."
"Heh."
Flopping down like a limp mannequin to join the chocolate bat, Thomas casually laid his head in Adam's once again denim-shielded lap and smiled deviously up at him. Somewhat startled but unable to simply write off the cute canine so easily, Adam replied with a similar smile as he laced five fingers through Thomas's bedazzled dreadlocks and rhythmically massaged the pup's scalp. Though not a feline of any sort, the azure dog found himself hard-pressed not to purr as his mate affectionately scratched behind his pert ears.
"So, you're cool with this? It's a pretty big step to be taking in just one night, man." Said Thomas suddenly, reaching a paw back behind his head to clasp it atop the bat's as it continued to ruffle through his dark, decorated tangle.
"To be honest, I thought I wouldn't be, but I was wrong." Retorted Adam assuredly. "I thought that if we tried something, even something as fairly innocent as kissing, that I'd jet. Heh, guess I didn't have a lot of faith in myself, huh?"
"You know, we've had a pretty relaxing day and as a result I'm not really in the mood to commit any particularly dastardly deeds, but I'll bet you a dillion dollars that I could make you jet if I really, REALLY wanted to." Chuckled the cobalt canine with a smile.
Laughing, the brown bat playfully taps the side of his friend's head with his fist and replies, "You even try raping me and I'll scream for help. How would you like a team of preteens and two middle-aged bats dragging you down to the dungeon to rot? They really will do it, I promise, and I can only assume that we've got one of those somewhere in this house. I mean, wasn't it built in the 1730's or something?"
"God help me if I piss off the nine year olds and younger." Giggled Thomas as two sinister fingers started tickling his ears. "Who knows what they might do to me; all of the horrible Disney movies I'd have to watch and the possible threat of being forced to eat all of their vegetables for them at dinner. I'd go insane, I just know it." Turning over onto his stomach but staying in roughly the same place, the azure dog reached forward and tickled the bat's chest in response. "But seriously, how much do you want to bet? I know neither of us could pay a dillion, but a trillion seems pretty reasonable to me."
Blushing feverishly, Adam grabs the navy paws before they can send him into spasms of laughter and replies, "You can't be serious, can you?"
"Are you really going to ask that question?" Inquired the blue beast, fruitlessly wiggling his restrained fingers. "Let me just say this; it doesn't necessarily have to be sex... at least not completely."
Cocking his head to one side, the bat ponders that for a moment and then asks, "Um, okay, what then?"
With a salacious grin, Thomas makes a show of unzipping Adam's jeans and questions, "I'll be as blunt as possible. Ever have your dick sucked by another guy?"
And Adam's only response is the widening of his eyes and the hanging open of his mouth for what might have been a whole ten seconds. The blush that melted through his mahogany fur could very well have lit the skies for Santa's sleigh during even the most intense Stephen King inspired blizzard.
"Well, that's the most resounding 'no' I've ever seen." Smirked the Lucario as he followed through with his evil plan and undid the button as well.
"H-how the fuck did you expect me to react?" Stuttered Adam as he gulped down whatever nonexistent thing had been choking him and watched as two thumps hooked themselves through the waist of his pants and tugged them down for the second time in the past 20 minutes. However startled he was, he still wasn't making any moves to stop the devious dog.
"How did I expect you to react?" Repeated Thomas, throwing the useless garment to the floor. "Like that, more or less."
Looking away, the winged teenager grips the blankets in his paws and mutters, "Asshole."
"Absolutely, positively, but I'm an asshole who's serious." Snickered the lupine, no less convincing despite his huge, dopey grin.
Almost coughing his statement, Adam nervously says, "Um, Becka gave me a blowjob in the school's utility closet last year; I think I told you about that. I was definitely hard, rock hard even, and it seemed like a good idea when drafted out on paper, but~
"But when carried over to reality she sucked at sucking? That's pretty much what you get for letting her handle things. I've seen her work; she treats a cock like a banana, not a cock."
"So I was gypped?"
"Did you get it for free?"
"Yeah."
"Meh, it was still Becka, so I'm gonna say that you were gypped regardless. Even without a price tag, some things just aren't worth the cost."
Almost forgetting just how CLOSE his best friend was to sucking him off, Adam shakes his head vigorously and asks, "A-and you could do better?"
Raising his eyebrows in amusement, Thomas smirks, "Are you kidding? I could do better than that bitch with a case of lockjaw and fucking razorblades for teeth. She sucks and blows because she's got nothing better to do and thinks it'll land her a boyfriend. If it does get her a guy, somehow, I can guarantee that it'll be the jocky, brick-headed, Neanderthal type that tends to get drunk enough every night to forget about the hour and a half he spent beating her into next year with his football trophies." Waving a dismissive paw, the Lucario presses all the right buttons as he finishes in a seductively throaty growl, "I, on the other paw, get paid to do it. So you do the math, Fly Boy; between the two of us, who do you really think could rock your world?"
"...Oh man..." Whimpered the bat as he covered his face with both palms and swallowed another knot in his throat.
"Look, I know I'm being kind of forceful here, but I won't REALLY force anything; not on you. I've played games with people before, I've messed with more than a few minds, but you're not the same as all of them. You mean more to me than I can properly put words to; you know that." Spoke Thomas slowly. His fingers traced the outline of what was clearly an erection hidden behind a pair of black boxers. The small wet spot that had appeared there before had since then grown. "But I can assure you that if you let me do this, you won't regret it; I'll make you feel things that you could never in a million years feel on your own or with the assistance of someone as inept as Becka. I can tell that part of you wants it, maybe even NEEDS it, but I have the patience to wait for both parts of you to come to equal terms if need be."
Turning his head to the side and quivering uncontrollably as the cerulean canine gently glides a single padded finger down his clothed length, Adam mutters, "I just... I know you'd do it if I asked you to and I know you've probably done it enough to blow my mind almost as much as you would my dick, but I can't get over the fact that it would be you doing it. Becka's a slut and I couldn't really give a shit about her, you know? You're different."
"I'm a slut too." Pointed out the dog with a slight nod.
"Maybe so, but I care about you. I dunno, I guess I still see giving head as kind of a demeaning act or something." Sighed the brown bat, doing his best not to gasp as an entire paw came to cup his stiff bathood and took to rubbing it up and down. Resistances failed left and right and a slight moan soon escaped his lips.
Taking one paw and holding Adam's, which had never left his head, Thomas says softly, "Moron. Since when in this scenario were you taking advantage of me? If anything, I'm being too pushy, not you. It's only demeaning if I'm forced into it; it's not like you'll be raping my mouth. Besides, I WANT to do this. Think for a second about what I've been doing for a living; how often do you think I actually want to give someone head. That has to mean something, right?"
After a long, contemplative silence, the chocolate mammal sits up and meekly questions, "What's it like?"
"Huh?" Confusedly inquired the canine. "What's it like?"
Firmly, the bat retorts, "Yeah, that's what I asked."
Scratching his head, having not anticipated a question like that, Thomas asks a question of his own, "Uh, why?"
"I don't know, just answer the damn question." Answered Adam with a scowl that somehow failed to hide his mixture of anxiety and arousal. After all, although his knees were indeed shaking, he was most certainly still harder than stone. His boxers strained to contain him.
"Fine, but be sure to take notes for future reference, alright? The test will be on Monday." Joked the sapphire dog before clearing his throat and getting down to the explanation. "Alright then, let's get started. Um, well, at first it just tastes like you're sucking on skin. It's a long stick of skin, sure, but the taste isn't really all that different from any other area where there's a surplus of it. If you've ever gotten very far with a human, they've got a lot of bare skin to practice on and some of 'em really like it when you perform said practice on their fingers and toes. Kinky and rewarding, eh? Well, after a little while, the pre starts flowing, which can be either sweet or salty or maybe even kinda musky; it all really depends on who you're with at the time and how good their daily diet is. Lots of fruits tend to make it sweeter while really starchy veggies and red meats usually result in that bitter table salt taste that everyone always complains about. And then once they orgasm, if you're not that whore Becka and you can actually MAKE them orgasm, the cum tastes like... well... like cum. Semen pretty much falls along the same lines as the pre; sweet or salty, it's all dependent on their diet, so the most you can really do once they climax is hope and pray that they have a fondness for pineapple. As for the feeling, it feels a bit weird at first, but once you get used to the feeling it can be kind of fun. Provided, I haven't had much fun doing it for a fairly long time, with a single recent exception of course, but you generally do better at it the more you enjoy doing it. Kinda makes sense, when you think about it. Having fun with your work seems like a surefire way to get some positive work-related results, doesn't it?"
The teenage bat just kind of stared for a second or two before replying, "Wow, that explanation was pretty... matter-of-fact. Shit, I kind of feel like there really WILL be a test come Monday."
"Yeah, well, it helps to know what you're talking about." Stated Thomas with a shrug. "I'm not really proud of it, but meh, it's not like I'm ashamed either. Where would that get me? What I told you is what I think, how I feel, so absorb it as you will."
Nodding, Adam quietly says, "No, no, I think I understand. I asked you what it's like and you answered, probably more thoroughly than I needed, but whatever. There wasn't anything in your little spiel about submission or humiliation and, honestly, it was ridiculous of me to expect there to be. So, from what I gather, you're right and I'm wrong. It's just an act, right? Nothing particularly demeaning about it. It's like any other kind of sex; roles needn't be applied or assumed unless the participants themselves want them to be."
"Exactly." Assured the black and blue dog. "And I'm fairly certain that you're not going to suddenly, in the space of several seconds, become some kind of insane, uncontrollable domination-obsessed machine. Yeah?"
Blushing and scratching the back of his head in embarrassment, the mahogany bat answers, "No, I'm pretty comfortable with my current mindset, thank you."
Once again hooking his thumbs through the bat's waistband, this time that of his reluctantly struggling undergarment, Thomas playfully pulls at it once or twice before musing, "So, Houston, are we clear for liftoff?"
Biting his lip, Adam let out a deep breath he'd been holding in before nodding once more.
Thomas didn't lose a beat.
Those two devilish thumbs stripped away the winged boy's boxers in a flash and threw them across the room with reckless abandon. Adam let out a startled squeak of surprise as his tool sprang into view and, in return, the cobalt canine giggled at the cute display. Much to Thomas's surprise, what had previously been hidden from view was quite a bit larger than expected. Not that he'd been expecting the bat's unit to be the genital equivalent of a pencil or anything of the sort, not at all, but clearly he had underestimated him to say the least.
"You've been holding out on me, stud." Murred the sultry pup as he stroked Adam's rigid pole. "Eight, maybe nine inches? You're too humble; this right here is bragging rights."
Blushing feverishly, the brown bat stammers, "Y-you're enjoying this way too much..."
"You're damn right I am." Thomas returned, grinning from ear to ear.
With Adam's cumbersome cock in paw, the evil lupine leaned forward with salacious intent for the first time in a couple of days and tenderly nuzzled his nose into the winged mammal's taut sack. Taking in a deep breath, Thomas took a moment to admire his mate's natural scent; the bat's unmolested bodily fragrance, free of such augmentations like bar soap, body wash, shampoo, cologne, or deodorant. It wasn't that Thomas had a thing for dirty, sweaty boys, quite the contrary, he just knew how to appreciate the musk of the young man he'd long since come to love. The vampiric teen's scent was a very subtle one, neither overpowering nor undetectable. It was spicy, much like that of a fox, but also cool and airy, qualities that most birds could only brag. Thomas slowly but surely lost himself in this unique aroma; the strong scent of a warm-blooded mammal that was tied closely, inseparably, with the unrestrained freedom of soaring flight.
At some point, Adam had closed his eyes and allowed himself to drift off into the comfort of the Lucario's loving caresses. However, when the cerulean canine's hot, wet tongue suddenly lapped along the full length of his shaft, he found himself ripped from that light trance as a wave of pleasure pulsed through him. The wave ebbed and flowed throughout his entire body, spreading to every limb with a tingling sensation before gradually receding, only to return in a flash with even greater force. Then, as Thomas enveloped the bat's boner with his long and slender canine maw, everything that Adam thought he knew about getting blown was quite literally "blown" out the window itself. The feeling of the Lucario's tongue piercing as it expertly danced circles around the tip of his pink prick, the knee-weakening ecstasy of the ridged roof of Thomas's mouth as it slid back and forth over his sensitive glans; he'd never felt anything like it before.
It was bliss, pure FUCKING bliss.
Adam gasped in between each and every breath as his lifelong friend went down on him, tenderly suckling on his cockhead and probing its opening with the tip of his tongue. The azure dog had the vampiric fruit bat in the palm of his paw and he knew it the whole time. In much the same fashion, occupying Thomas's other paw were the bat's plump testes; just as ripe and engorged as his dick was long and thick. Juggling them between his padded fingers, the lazuli lupine made certain to time their gentle squeezes in sync with his continued sucking and slurping. Adam couldn't stifle the whimper in time before it left his lips. It was coming faster than he'd thought it would, like a freight train chugging down the rails at top speed. And the breaks, he knew, wouldn't have the time needed to kick in before that train's sheer mass and momentum could be stopped. No, his climax was well on its way and the mounting pressure inside of him showed all the signs of being his biggest one yet. His very own Mount Vesuvius. After all, it had been a good while since he last took advantage of his house's emptiness and privacy to give himself a stress-relieving low-five.
"Ah, oh gawd..." Moaned the winged fur, his lengthy flagstaff having just dove down to tonsil depths.
In a desperate bid to prove his endurance and last just a bit longer, Adam attempted the age-old classic of forcefully willing himself not to cum. Focusing with all of his gathered might, he... failed miserably. If anything, trying not to orgasm only made him think about it that much more, thus bringing him even closer to the inevitable. It was just too much; the cramped confines of Thomas's slick throat as he took him all the way in, the shivers that shot down his furry spine every time the navy pup swallowed, and the soft grip of the paw still playfully bouncing his ballsack up and down. The blue boy was just too good. He'd done it a thousand times before and HATED it, but now he was doing it with an unparalleled fervor; every lap and lick done with the intent of electrifying Adam's every sense in a way he'd never experienced.
'Jesus, I-I'd say I'm in over my head, b-but puns just seem out of p-place right now...', gasped the narrator in Adam's head, clearly as affected as the bat himself was.
"B-Blue... I-I think I'm g-gonna~
But much to the bat's surprise, alerting Thomas of his coming climax merely made the lascivious Lucario pamper his penis that much more. The cerulean canine's head began to bob up and down even faster, deepthroating the delectable dick in a way that would have likely made a vast majority of his past clients very, VERY jealous. His slurping had at this point become quite audible too, a sexy sound that was periodically joined by his own muffled moans. Finally, Adam could take no more and simply gave up the ghost, letting himself go with a piercing, almost feline yowl. His bulging balls emptied as though the plug covering their drain had been pulled and, as a result, he did something he'd never thought possible; he came into the muzzle of his closest, dearest friend.
Thomas couldn't have been more delighted.
Each of the four spurts of pearly semen were well received and spattered the back of his throat as though they properly belonged there, dripping down his esophagus and into his gullet in copious amounts. The lusty lupine continued sucking, even as Adam's hips began bucking uncontrollably; even as the pink shaft in his mouth dripped dry. Upon milking the bat's shaft for its very last drop, Thomas let it slide out of his sticky maw and steadily sidled up the bed on his forepaws and rear. Spooning Adam from behind, he gently nibbled on one of the vampiric teen's ears, eliciting yet another ecstatic gasp.
Breathing hard, Adam licked at his trembling lips while trying to wade through the resplendent warmth of the afterglow and reach his thoughts. Number one - Thomas just sucked his dick. Check. Number two - it was everything he thought it would be and more. Check. Number three - he wanted to return the favor. Double check. Hell, triple check. It was the first time such a thing had ever crossed his mind, true, but to say that it CROSSED his mind was probably the understatement of the year. It STUCK in his mind. For the first time in his entire life, he felt as though he could do something for Thomas in return for all of the things the loyal Lucario had done for him.
That feeling felt good.
With a shake of his head, sending his tall ears flopping from side to side for an adorably brief moment, the mahogany bat finally finds his coherence and unburies it, tiredly laughing, "W-well, Little Boy Blue, you certainly blew my horn, eh?"
"What would we be without our senses of humor?" Said Thomas in return, grinning.
Sucking in a big breath of air, Adam steadies himself and retorts, "I shudder to think of a world without them."
"Heh, well, I certainly know how to make you shudder and squirm even without the use of such uncomfortable thoughts, don't I?" Joked the Lucario as he drew a single finger up to his lips, brushed it across them once, then licked it clean. "Mmmm, just as sweet as I thought you'd be. Guess that's one of the bonuses that come along with dating a half fruit bat."
Blushing ruby red beneath his dark fur, the winged mammal quietly retorts, "Now if only there were a way I could repay you..."
Though he could see it, Adam knew that Thomas's muzzle had taken on what was possibly the largest smile known to man. However, he didn't expect the Lucario's response.
"Baby steps, Fly Boy, baby steps." Thomas cooed. "This was a pretty big thing we just did; there's no need to speed up when we're clearly having a good time taking it nice and slow."
"But~
Thomas's finger pressed gingerly against the vampire bat's lips, cutting him off.
"If you'd like to repay me, then you've got to keep a promise, alright?" Said the cobalt canine softly.
To which Adam of course nodded agreeably.
"The promise you'll be keeping is one that you made to me yesterday." Continued Thomas. "Do you remember it?"
Adam gulped.
"You said you'd give it another try so long as we made sure to be more careful about it this time around." Stated the Lucario with a passionate nuzzle. "I'm holding you to that."
"And I'm holding myself to it as well." Replied the brown bat, a resolute firmness filling out his tone. "I'm afraid, to be sure, but I did make a promise. I don't intend on ever breaking one that I've made to you."
But before one act of sucking could beget a wholly different act of sucking, three hard knocks sounded out like three separate explosions.
"Are the two of you decent in there?" Called Adam's mother from the other side of the distant door.
Bolting upright, both boys stare at each other for a moment before Adam unsteadily answers, "W-what do you mean by 'decent'?"
The audible sound of a palm hitting a forehead can be heard just before her slightly miffed reply, "I'm not stupid, honey, really I'm not. Look, we don't have to talk about it now, really we don't, I just need to know if the two of you are clothed. Thomas has visitors down here and I'm not about to let them just waltz on into the room while you're going at it."
Blushing bright red, Adam blurts out, "Jesus, mom, have some tact!"
But before Adam and his mother could continue their arguing, Thomas questions aloud, "Visitors? For me?"
"That's right." Answered the matronly voice from the other side of the door. "A white wolf and his small fox friend."
With wide eyes, the azure dog mutters a quiet, "Oh shit."