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Waxy blue porch lights illuminated the pair as they stumbled, laughing, from a dinged up pickup truck. Neither wore much despite the chilly temperature, having come from the heated basement of a hardcore show. Samael's ears still hurt from the shred of guitars, the whump of bass, thunderous drums shaking the very building. The dark bat had a thick ruff of reddish brown fur and hair that helped against the cold, but he still clung to Knox's side for warmth. The tiger striped, purple-furred doberman's coat was surprisingly warm. It first caught Samael's eye when he sidled up to the bar in the back of the venue. His smirk made it clear he thrived on catching people's attention. Knox wore nothing more than some black, torn skinny's and an open leather vest, showing off his firm abdomen and pecs. He knew Samael liked what he saw, and never once did the dobie leave his side after spotting him.

Samael liked to think that meant Knox liked what he saw, too.

When the last show finished, Knox had hooked an arm around his shoulder and said, "Come back to my place tonight."

It hadn't been a request, nor an order. Samael didn't go for guys who thought they needed to be pushy, but one that could say exactly what Samael wanted? That got him heated.

So when Knox shoved open his apartment door and flicked on the lights, Samael followed inside without a second thought. Knox lived in a studio apartment on the top floor of the building, with a view out into the woods that bordered the backside of the complex. Wide windows with their blinds thrown open gave a clear view of a perimeter of pine trees. Aside from a kitchenette with a sink full of dirty dishes, the rest of Knox's apartment was pretty clean. A futon did double duty as bed and couch, tucked against a wall and facing a TV standing on a cluttered entertainment center. A small, scratched up desk with a macbook plastered in band stickers sat in a corner, with a guitar and amp shoved up against it.

"Mi casa," Knox said before he went to his fridge. "Want another drink?"

Still flushed from previous drinks at the venue, Samael didn't see a problem in prolonging his buzz. "Sure, what do you got?"

"Vodka," Knox tugged a bottle of Grey Goose from the freezer and elbowed it shut. "I've got tonic in the fridge, but I just kinda drink it straight."

"Heh," Samael snatched the bottle from Knox. He unscrewed the cap and took a swig. Grey Goose, while a nice vodka, still carried a sharp, stinging burn that caught him by surprise. He coughed, sinuses and throat burning, before swallowing with a little gasp.

Knox took the bottle from him, laughing. "What the hell was that?"

Samael clapped his chest a few times and sighed. "Yeah, sorry. That was--I wanted to impress you?" Knox let out a big belly laugh. Samael's tall, pointed ears bowed backwards. "Yeah, in hindsight..."

"Hehe, not a shot's guy, huh?"

"Not exactly my strong suit."

"That's fine," Knox said with a little whisper. He got closer, so close Samael stepped back and found himself with his back against the kitchenette's small oven. Knox's alcohol breath washed across his sharply pointed nose. Knox was right there, and Samael froze up, expecting to be kissed, but Knox whispered, "I got something other than tonic to dilute it. If you'd like to try." Knox's free paw squeezed his hip.

"W-what is it?"

"Better if I show you, yeah?" With that, Knox tilted the bottle back. He did not gulp the vodka down, but placed the bottle on the counter behind Samael before cupping the bat's face in both paws. And the kiss. His mouth surrendered to warm muzzle, a tongue in his maw, his long, slender fangs rubbing against Knox's lips. The dobie let the vodka, diluted by his saliva, wash into Samael's mouth. It had been little more than a sip, certainly not the unfortunate swig Samael took. It was _just_enough, a slight tinge of alcohol radiating from a cocktail of Knox's saliva. A sloppy, tongue-filled kiss until Samael swallowed. Then Knox broke it, leaving Samael panting. Knox, lips still a finger's-breadth from Samael's, asked, "How was that?"

"I... I could drink that all night," Samael whispered.

"Heh, then what am I supposed to drink?"

Samael answered by grabbing the bottle and mimicking Knox. Even a sip filled his mouth with the vodka's bracing sting, but he powered through to quickly kiss Knox again. The dobie rewarded him with a pleased growl, locking lips with Samael as they exchanged more inebriation in a kiss. As they did, Knox's paws began to wander Samael's body, his claws teasing the flesh under that chocolate fur. Because of his wings, Samael only wore a poncho with his pants. It was so easy, so simple for Knox to grab fistfuls of flesh and fur, to tenderly tease where the bat's wing membranes met his body.

Knox broke the kiss and nipped the tip of Samael's ear. His tongue teased across the golden industrial piercing on that ear, making the smaller bat quiver and moan. "So sensitive," Knox growled in his ear.

Samael took a deep breath to steady himself. "You just plan to tease me all night?"

"It is tempting to see how much I can make you squirm."

Samael pinched his bottom lip to his fangs. It was tempting to put himself at the dobie's mercy. Before he could come up with something to say, Knox grabbed his shoulder, spun and flung him towards the futon.

Samael protested with a little squeak, but his heart jumped to his throat when he heard Knox order: "Take off your clothes for me and don't turn around."

Samael threw off his poncho, then wriggled out of his pants. He heard clothes fall to the floor behind him, Knox saying, "Mmm, gonna need a few pictures of that cute little butt of yours." Samael heard the bottle of Grey Goose lifted off the counter, shuffling, a grunt, and the bottle returned to the counter. It confused him--he didn't hear Knox swallow anything. "Keep your back to me," the dobie said, confirming nothing stayed in his mouth. Soon as Knox's big, firm body pressed up against Samael's back he quickly stopped worrying about it. Knox kissed the back of his neck, taking in a deep inhale. "You've got a good scent," the dobie growled. Knox groped Samael's butt, one cheek fitting neatly in his paw, the other paw snaked around to Samael's front. His digit brushed Samael's sex. His labia had gotten all puffy and wet during their make out session, and Knox's pawpad came away slick with his need. "I thought I smelled this. Rare I find a guy like you."

"L-like me?"

Knox ignored the question. "You fertile?"

Samael quaked at what he heard laced in the question. "Y-yes."

Knox growled. "Good, now turn around and get on your knees. I need to give you your treat while I still can."

Confused, Samael let himself be turned and shoved to the ground. Before him, its tip glistening, hung Knox's sheath. The swollen tube of flesh bowed under its weight. "Taste it," Knox said. Samael knew what he meant. His delicate hands hefted the dobie's balls, admiring their weight before his digits moved to grab the sheath. He leaned in, his nostrils flaring as he took in the pheromones and alcohol pouring off the canine. Samael's body flushed with heat, responding with needs instinctive. His nubile tongue dragged across the purple fur, taking in the sweat and bitter salt of a true stud. The smell was so strong it made Samael a little dizzy, light headed. They had been dancing, moshing, and head banging for most of the show, working up the sort of sweat that no doubt added to the sharp pungency he now savored.

As Samael gently peeled Knox's sheath back by a fraction, something leaked from the tip. He lapped it up without a second thought, and was surprised when the taste was a mixture of salty, acrid precum and something more astringent.

Knox seemingly sensed when Samael realized what waited inside that pouch of flesh, what the dobie did to the vodka earlier: "Thought a cute little slut like you would enjoy this kind of tonic, too. Though, you... hah..." Samael cut him off with his maw. It was perhaps the lewdest way to take a drink, and he could not deny it turned him on. The sheath fit snugly between his fangs, the tip suckled by his lips as vodka, diluted in sheath fluids and precum, spilled into his mouth. A heavy paw landed between his ears. "That's a good boy, Sam," Knox sighed. Samael felt his pussy clench at what he did: the bat's tongue now rubbing all over the dobie's tip as that cocktail was milked from his partner's sheath. His eyes drooped, pleased and already drunk, hanging on the buzz of another salty, strong drink.

Knox no longer held back, and let his cock begin to swell from its sheath. The flesh was a bright purple that matched his paw pads, contrasted by the sharp red of the maw wrapped around it. Samael had no complaints about savoring the spade head, his tongue now lashing along a dripping urethra. Cloudy droplets of precum told Samael Knox needed this badly as Samael did. He moaned happily, making eyes up at the looming dobie. As more doggy dick filled his maw, Samael began to bob his head. Knox happened to be a perfect match for him, cock just thick enough that the bat's fine fangs, slick with saliva, slid along the turgid flesh, adding an extra layer of stimulation while he sucked. Any bigger and oral might be out of the question, which had been the tragic fate of one past boyfriend.

Knox huffed as his dick stabbed the back of Samael's throat. The bat never even gagged. His red eyes watered a little at the intrusion, but he kept working the shaft in his maw, bringing Knox to his full length. Samael's tastebuds tenderized the slick, purple shaft, putting his long, dexterous tongue to as much use as possible. It wasn't until the paw on his hand squeezed his hair and scalp that Samael broke out of his worshipful trance. Knox, panting by now, said, "That's enough of that." He pulled Samael off his cock and knelt down, scooping up the bat in his arms. Knox's easy strength made Samael gasp, cut off by another hard kiss. The dobie's tongue flooded his maw now, their muscles grinding and slipping against each other like the pair had on the dancefloor.

Knox broke the kiss, growling, "Love it when I can taste my cock on a slut." He carried them to the futon and, at a kick, it fell back into a bed, then the pair fell into bed together. Samael found himself under Knox, the dobie kissing and nipping his throat. His hands clawed through the coarse, striped fur on Knox's back. The two of them squirming for just a moment before Knox shoved himself upright, standing on his knees, straddling Samael's waist.

"Look at you," Knox said, "stupid drunk and just waiting to get bred."

Samael giggled, grabbing Knox's shaft. He loved how he felt its pulse on his palm, the slick of precum and all his drool. He said, "Maybe you shouldn't of bought me so many drinks."

Knox flashed a toothy grin and bent double. They kissed, then Knox whispered, "How else am I supposed to spoil you?"

"Hehehe, who? Me?"

"Yes," Knox growled. "And I'm not done yet." Knox planted kisses down Samael's front. His back arched, chest then stomach then hips thrust up into Knox's questing muzzle till the dobie was between Samael's thighs. Two strong arms wrapped around his legs, being sure to keep them spread before Knox dragged his tongue across Samael's exposed sex. A shaky moan escaped the bat, his hands reaching over him to clench the mattress, as if to brace himself. Knox's teeth chattered a little, his wet nose burrowing into Samael's muff. Heat flushed through the bat's core as he listened to Knox loudly take in his needy, spicy scent. Knox growled, "No wonder you've been driving me crazy all night." He panted and glared up at Samael. "Do you always go out when you're ovulating?"

Samael's ears folded over his face. He couldn't look at Knox as he whimpered, "I di-didn't know..." He did, but he liked playing coy.

"Your womb's practically begging me to seed it. I can smell it, rrr," Samael moaned as more tongue slathered his sex, "I can taste it." And Knox wanted to taste more. His claws dug into Samael's thighs to keep them spread, and his tongue dove inside Samael's passage. The bat groaned, his cunny squeezing on that invader. His fluids spilled across Knox's muzzle as that muscle mopped up his drenched vent. He squirmed on the futon, holding onto it for dear life as Knox's tongue punched in and out his cunt. Heat coiled in his belly and crotch, each passage of that slick tongue on his sensitive walls another notch to completion. Knox felt like he was trying to shove his muzzle into Samael's vent: the canine's wet nose ground against Samael's sensitive clit, teeth pressed to his labia, trying to get that big dobie tongue deep as he could into Samael's body. It was too much. He started to babble, beg. Samael's hands darted down to grab Knox by his mohawk; though, to tug him away or shove him closer Samael was not sure. He grabbed fistfuls of Knox's hair and came, teeth clenched, legs trying to close on Knox's head but kept pried apart by the dobie's firm grip. Pleasure crashed through the drunken bat's body. Heat and buzzing numbness made him lightheaded. His cunny spilled nectar into the maw eagerly eating it out, flooding Knox with all the pheromones needed to make the canine's balls ready to breed his needy egg chamber.

Samael became so thrown out of place by his orgasm he did not even notice when Knox stopped tonguing his pussy, nor did he notice when Knox got off the mattress to cross the kitchen and retrieve the vodka. His ears twitched when he heard Knox take a hearty gulp, then another swig, the bottle clattering on the hardwood floor next to the futon, Knox falling back on top of Samael. They kissed again, Samael moaning weakly as his mouth filled with another vodka tinged kiss--this time swirling with the flavors of his own cum. His eyes rolled back and his pussy shuddered, a little aftershock orgasm shaking through him. He was drunk on both alcohol and Knox, and his body needed more.

Samael grabbed the dog's dick, not breaking the kiss as he lined it up with his cunt. Knox wanted him just as bad, and rolled his hips soon as his tip touched Samael's folds. They moaned into each other's mouths, the sweet fullness of having a male inside him making Samael shiver. A huff, Knox humped hard and stabbed Samael's cervix. The bat threw his head back in a groan, legs wrapping around Knox's who licked his cheek and growled, "I'm gonna knot you."

Samael hugged him closer, begging, "Please." Knox was so heavy and hot over him. His body broke out into a fresh sweat, his face buried in his partner's shoulder. Knox began working his hips. He flattened his sheath against Samael's dripping entrance, and when his meat pulled back filaments of Samael's arousal clung to the fur, coated that cock in a web of his nectar. Knox worked in shallow, fast thrust--Samael's leg lock made it difficult to do more, but neither needed much, worked up as they were. Knox panted into Samael's ear. His cock worked the bat like churn, plugging up that pussy, making it overrun with its fluids. Samael's walls clenched and squeezed the best they could, but the more Knox fucked him the weaker Samael felt, the more he melted into the moment. His legs, despite their grip, were numb and trembling. He did not expect he would be standing anytime soon.

"Fuck, Sam..." Knox growled. His knot was starting to swell. Samael noticed it first as something firmer, wider, stretching his pussy, then smacking the entrance of his vent, caving in his labia as it became too big to be easily wedged inside.

"S-say my name again," Samael pleaded. Something about it just felt so...

"Sam..." Knox huffed, his thrusts growing more ragged. "I'm gonna fucking knot you... Hnng, fill you with my pups, Samael."

"Ah! Yes," Samael hissed as he came again. His cum squirted and drenched Knox's sheath and knot. His nectar dripped off the dobie's heavy balls which plapped wetly on his butt each time Knox slammed forward. Samael felt his cunt contracting, but on the gap between each contraction it yielded just a bit more for Knox's knot. That bulb flattened his pussy, prying his body open till, finally, it popped inside. Being drunk probably minimized how much it stung; still, Samael bit down on Knox's shoulder, fangs puncturing his skin. Knox snarled while Samael muffled his squeals against his partner, his cunny now aching, cervix crashed inward to receive that spade tip in his womb.

"God, Sam, I'm..." a cute, keening whine escaped the normally dominant dobie. Samael's bite clenched deeper when he felt the cock inside him throb. Pulsing heat filled his core. Cum. Fertile, thick, virile seed battered the backside of his womb as jet after jet of spunk filled the bat boy. Heat and relief crashed through Samael in equal measure. A quenching of all this need coiled in his body, the buzz of drunk pleasure and afterglow rocking him into relaxation. Against him, Knox's chest rose and fell as more and more cum spilled inside Samael; the dobie's balls clenching and falling on the same rhythm as his breaths.

Samael finally unclamped his jaw, licking up a few metallic trails of blood that came with the release of his bite. Knox kissed his temple and whispered, "That hurt, you know."

"Mmmm... you liked it."

"Hehe, that I did." Knox gave him a quick peck on the lips. "Mind if I turn us on our side?"

Samael, with arms, legs, and cunt, squeezed Knox. "I like having you on top of me... makes me... warm and safe."

"Heh, you're cute, but when I hit the bricks I become a brick and--"

"What? Become a... a what?"

Knox rolled his eyes. "I'm not clever at 2 am. I mean I'm a heavy sleeper, and you're really fucking drunk. Best if we sleep on our side. For safety's sake."

"I'm fine..." Samael complained. Truly, his body was exhausted and falling fast into sleep, but still he fussed. "I'm not tired at all."

Knox kissed him again. "Such a brat." Despite his protests, Knox rolled them on their side, still connected at the tie.

Samael grumbled, but asked, "Would you really sleep through me throwing up?"

Knox grinned. "One time my old apartment building caught fire. I slept through the neighbor's fire alarms, the sirens, it took a firefighter banging on my door and barking, 'Anyone in here?' to wake me up."

Samael blinked. "I think... maybe all the concerts did something to your ears."

Knox gave him another quick peck. "Worth it if I got to meet you."

Samael's ears folded over his face again. "Gosh, shut up..."

Knox hugged him close and cooed, "Goodnight, Sam."

Samael nuzzled in his neck, still protesting that he wasn't tired, even as he drifted off in the dobie's arms.