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It'd taken a few minutes to locate the bathroom and a few minutes more to relieve himself of both yesterday's copious amounts of coffee and the aftermath of a horny, giant snake. He followed the faint sound of sloshing water, the air growing humid as he pulled back a heavy curtain that hung across an arched door of heavy, dark wood. He gingerly tested the handle, each movement setting his rear on fire. He ached something fierce and wondered how his brother and husband had survived their wedding night and two-week honeymoon. And everything before... Personally, he felt as if he had been split in half, filled with cream and then glued back together again.

'Lube. Lube is key-' He mumbled tiredly.

'I am self-lubricating.' A familiar voice purred with some amusement as Jack stepped through the door. Jack paused and stared at Khal who reclined in a lake sized bath tub of warm water. He was lounging at his full size and the room was open to the air. It was like stepping into an ancient arena, only this time, it was his ass on the line and the hungry feline he had to deal with was a giant snake demon. 'Also foreplay. Care to join me? Your night's not up yet.'

Jack looked up at the sky. It was turning a warm pink with tufts of cloud glowing gold in the fading light. 'How long...?'

'You came to me at the beginning of the day. You've been asleep for six hours which means we have many more hours to play in.' Jack's jaw dropped and Khal chuckled, stretching. 'Time moves a little differently here. Six in the morning here is about six at night where you come from. I also have a few extra hours to the day here, so it rarely matches up.'

'Oh my god, I'm not going to survive...' Jack sighed in frustration, rubbing a hand across his face. 'Well, how's it going to go down next?'

Khal beckoned him over to join him in the bath which he did so, slowly and at his own pace. The water was murky, but warm and fresh. He slowly sank up to his chin and let the heat soak the tension from his muscles. Khal shifted, his size fading to something more accommodating for Jack and he swam across to the shark, sponge in one hand and a bar of soap in the other.

'I like to use this soap to buff my scales.' He said as he gently pulled Jack away from the edge of the bath. Jack held out his hands for the soap and sponge but Khal shook his head, 'I feel I was a little too rough with you earlier. Not a good thing considering it was your first time with another male. So, allow me to pamper you a little bit.'

Jack stared at him, his tired mind racing to catch up as he lathered up the sponge and started cleaning his smooth skin. He flinched when Khal reached beneath his tail to clean, but the naga placed gentle kisses along his neck and murmured soothingly to him. Before long, Jack found himself slouched against Khal once again, this time with his hands working all sorts of knots and tension free from his shoulders. Jack sighed with relief as stress he never knew he had faded from his muscles under the naga's ministrations and soon enough he was dozing, floating in Khal's arms.

The sky darkened and he found himself perched on edge of the bath, feeling renewed in the soft glow of the glow globes that hung from iron brackets around the bathroom. Khal slid up between his legs, his tongue flickering across Jack's body as he rose up before the shark. His arms slid around Jack and he found himself wrapping his legs around Khal's waist as the naga pulled him close.

'I know what I want next.' He purred softly.

A sliver of ice slid down Jack's spine as his relaxed mind sharpened up again, 'What?'

Khal leaned in and kissed him, his forked tongue slipping between Jack's lips and slowly explored his mouth.

'Is that it?' Suspicion rose in Jack's mind and he did his best to quash it. He wasn't prepared for another pounding.

'Not that. This.' Khal replied, amusement and excitement dancing in his golden eyes.

He pushed jack backwards with a gentle shove and kissed him again as he held him pinned to the cool flagstones. Kissing... I can deal with this. He thought as Khal caught him up in a series of increasingly passionate kisses. He pressed down ontop of Jack who squirmed against him, quietly enjoying the feel of Khal's body against his. He ran his hands across Khal's shoulders and up and down his arms, feeling the solidity of his biceps before running his hand down his muscular back. Fuck me, he's built like a tank- Jack's thoughts were derailed when he felt something familiar start to press against him.

Khal hissed softly as Jack gently nipped at his bottom lip, his arousal flaring as he felt the slick hardness of Khal's cock slide inexorably up his stomach. His own body responded in kind, his cock slipping slowly from its sheath, hardening under the pressure that Khal was exerting with his explorations of Jack's body. They started grinding against each other, Khal sliding his cock over Jack's as they kissed, rubbing their aching shafts together with increasing urgency. Jack moaned softly into Khal's mouth as he felt the naga's thick cock rubbing against his own, dominating him by sheer size alone. Some distant, insane part of his mind demanded that Khal be at his full size but the rest of him just wanted to fuck him.

Jack brought his knees up and wriggled beneath the panting naga, instinctively looking for a way in. Khal caught on and shifted his hips, purring with satisfaction as Jack's cock slid into the quivering anus just beneath his cock. Jack's eyes closed as he felt himself slide into Khal, the naga's giant cock sliding freely up his stomach. He was surprisingly tight for his size and he was warm and slick. Jack started thrusting and Khal groaned softly as he started to move against him. Jack kissed Khal's throat as he raised his head, rumbling in pleasure as felt the full force of Jack's barbed cock moving inside him.

'Mmm feels good...' Khal hissed. He pressed his hips down on Jack just as the shark thrust upwards, finding a rythm that worked.

Jack seized the naga by the hips and forced him down on top of him harder, grunting and panting with exertion as he chased an orgasm. Khal moaned as the shark's arms wrapped around his waist, holding him close as he was fucked, his cock caught between their writhing bodies. Khal hissed Jack's name as his cock twitched, his claws gouging lines in the marble flags either side of Jack's head. He wanted to cum, but not so soon. The sudden burst of arousal from Jack had taken Khal by complete surprise and he hadn't expected to be on the receiving end of a hard fucking. He had wanted to do this to Jack. Pin him down and fuck him senseless, suck his dick until he was dry-

'I'm coming-'

Jack ignored him and continued hammering into him. Khal shuddered and reared up, bucking as he came. Thick ropes of cum lanced up Jack's body, slapping wetly against the underside of his chin. He grinned and did what he could to increase his pace and strength, startling Khal into roaring his name as he bathed Jack in his seed.

Jack let out a small, pained 'Oh fuck-' as his own orgasm ripped through him. He grunted and moaned, shuddering as he came, pouring himself into the demon, subsiding as his vision went blurry. Khal caught him in one last kiss before rolling away from him and lazily inspecting the mess they had made.

'That wasn't what I had in mind.' Khal panted as he watched Jack. He was sprawled out, his legs dangling over the edge and into the water, his torso coated in a thick layer of glistening demon seed. 'But I'm not going to complain...' He grabbed Jack by the ankles and slithered into the water again, hauling the shark with him.

'Wait, m'not ready yet-'

'Tough. I'm going to clean you up and then we're going to go at it again.' Mischief lit up Khal's eyes again and Jack laughed.

It could be worse. I could be forced to bed one of my exes.

Jack sat perched on the low wall of the take away across the road from his work, watching as firemen continued to douse the embers on the restaurant. It had gone up in flames last night at some point and only in the last hour had it been reduced to a smouldering heap of support beams and broken brickwork. The two large windows still stood up front, glassless, their heavy frames charred, staring like dead eyes. Jack scratched his chin as Daryll ambled up to him, his brow furrowed as he gave Jack the once over.

'The fuck've you been?'

'Overslept.' Jack replied blithely as he watched one of the KPs hit on one of the police men that had been standing vigil all night. She handed him a cup of cheap coffee that she'd bought off the burger van up the road and got a tired thanks before being told get behind the tape again. She slouched over to Jack and Daryll, pouting.

'Bollocks. You don't oversleep for two weeks unless you're in a coma.' The wolf replied.

Jack sipped his own coffee. The bacon sandwich he'd bought had long since disappeared in a few, starved bites. He looked askance at Daryll. He wasn't about to admit to anything, much less how he got sacrificed to a Demon King and subsequently spent the next couple of weeks getting fucked senseless by the very same mass of muscle and scales.

'So, did I miss anything interesting?' He said instead.

Daryll gave him an odd look before flailing and arm at the burned restaurant, 'Didn't you hear? We're unemployed now. Someone burned the restaurant down last night.'

'I'm aware of that, yeah.' He drained his paper cup and dumped it in the overflowing bin behind him. 'I mean did I miss anything interesting?'

Daryll shrugged as the vixen walked up, her expression annoyed.

'Spent most of last night drunk. Spent most of this morning OD-ing on pain killers and water.' He raised his paper cup and grimaced, 'First coffee of the day.'

'I can't believe this.' The vixen muttered, 'You spend all that money on coffee and get told to stand behind the tape.'

'What? All of seventy-five pee? Really pushing the boat out I see.' Daryll commented.

She scowled at him and turned her attention on Jack. 'What?'

'And where've you been? We had to rely of Harvey to figure out how to use the microwave while you were off gallavanting about.'

'You let him near the microwave?'

'Had no choice. I can't afford to renew my food safety certificate and Harv's the only one qualified to go near the ovens.'

'You'd be able to afford it if you actually put in a full days' work more than once.' Jack pointed out, 'I'm sure your girlfriend can cope without you for a day.'

Daryll bristled, 'I've been putting in full days since you disappeared off the face of the Earth. Tell him Tracy.'

'It's true. We've all been putting in extra shifts to cover for you.' She replied.

Jack laughed, 'So it's true then? Everything wents tits-up because I wasn't there.' He gestured to the burned-out husk across the street.

He paused, his next words freezing in his throat as he watched someone familiar slip through the crowd of spectators. He was tall, handsome and was covered in blue and black scales. Khal's golden gaze alighted on Jack and pinned him to the wall. He strode across the street, moving with a purpose that made Jack's heart hammer in his chest. Oh no...

'You look a little flushed there, mate.' Daryll said with a sly grin.

'And who's your friend?' Tracy purred as she sized Khal up.

Khal settled down on the wall beside Jack. Jack's mind reeled and he sputtered the first name that came to mind, 'Reuben.'

Khal froze for a fraction of a second and then chuckled, holding out his hand in greeting. Tracy took it and was delighted by the gentle kiss he brushed her knuckles with.

'I'm an old friend of Jack's.' He turned a calculating look on the panicking shark, 'So what happened?'

'Burned down.' He replied.

'Oh really?'

'Yeah. Dunno how.'

The amused look on Khal's face said 'I'm sure you don't.'

'You the owner?' A policeman asked ambling up. He was looking at Khal, eyeing up the reptile's suit and polished shoes.

'I'm not, I'm afraid.' Khal replied smoothly, 'These three work here and I believe that gentleman over there' He added, pointing to a badger in the crowd, his hands on his head, 'is the owner, judging by his upset demeanor.'

'Excuse me, Sir?! Mister Collins? A word, if you will.' The cop called.

Arnold turned around, his expression faltering when he saw Jack sitting on the wall flanked by Daryll and Khal.

'He looks upset with you.' Khal murmured.

'I can't imagine why.' Jack sniggered quietly. He gave Arnold a jaunty wave and watched with glee as the badger struggled not to seethe. 'Hey, if he worships you, right, does that mean he has to obey your every command?' He asked softly.

'Why yes, he does.'

'Make him bow to me and I'll let you suck my dick.'

Khal paused, his mouth open but his reply falling short of his tongue. He laughed, startling Tracy who had been staring longingly at the copper's backside.

'I'm quite certain it should be the other way around.'

'I expect, what with being unemployed, I'll be having an awful lot of free time.' Jack countered.

'You wish for more of my company?'

'So long as you promise not to eat me.'

Khal flashed him a wicked grin before turning his hypnotic stare to Arnold. The old badger stopped short, eyeing up Khal for a long moment, his expression going from seething anger to confusion to horrified recognition. He finally landed on panic.

'Kneel in greeting to your God, peasant.' Khal murmered softly.

Jack stifled a gleeful laugh as the badger sank to his knees and kowtowed at his feet in the sodden ash.

'Sir, please stand up.' The cop said with an annoyed sigh.

Daryll and Tracy laughed, the latter snapping a series of pictures on her phone of the prostrate badger pressing his nose to the grimey pavement.

'Becka's gonna love this!' She cackled.

Arnold dusted himself off and glowered at Jack.

'I thought you'd quit.' He lied. He went pale when Khal's arm snaked around Jack's waist.

'What's all this then?' Daryll ribbed as the cop started bombarding Arnold with a ream of questions.

'What's it look like?' Jack replied blandly.

'Fucken 'ell, I can't imagine screwing up so badly that I turn my boyfriend gay.' Tracy exclaimed, referencing Jack's ex.

Why does everyone know about that? Jack shrugged and watched Arnold squirm as Khal listened intently to his questioning. Finally, the badger sagged with relief when the cop turned his attention to the staff, his note book at the ready. He jabbed his pen over his shoulder as Arnold made to walk away as quickly as possible.

'Stay in town, sir, we may have more questions for you yet.' He warned. Arnold shot him a sour look and gave Jack one last scornful glare. 'Now then folks, where were you between the times of one ay-em last night and four ay-em this morning?'

'Closed up last night at twelve and spent every hour after that getting shitfaced.' Daryll replied. He even pulled a receipt from the local off license out of his pocket that was the length of his hand. The cop looked it over, his brow crinkling.

'Tell me you didn't drink all of that in one night?'

'I had help from a couple of mates.' Daryll replied cheerfully before crunching another pain killer between his teeth and swallowing.

'I went straight home, had something to eat, a shower and then straight to bed.' She took that opportunity to give him her phone number; both mobile and house. 'Just incase.'

'Riiiight... And you sir, where were you?'

'Passed out at home.' Jack said, 'Took an impromtu couple of weeks off. Spent most of my time with Reuben and the last couple of days were spent watching TV and drinking.' He rattled off a few shows he had watched and what time and channel they had been on. He watched the cop's expression as he mentally filed everything away.

'Any reason why the restaurant would burn down?' He asked curiously.

'Faulty wiring in the walk-in freezer?' Jack ventured.

'That thing's been a death trap for years, but the boss's too stingey to fork out for a new one.'

'What d'you expect? He won't repair the cracked tiles under the oven, much less a dodgy freezer.' Daryll grunted, 'You have any idea how hard it is to get a mop under there to clean? I might be a slob at home, but the kitchen at work's different, ain't it? Gotta be sparkling clean, that. Can't have a speck of mould anywhere.'

'The man's so tight, he squeaks when he walks.' Tracy opined.

'He's also upset a fair few customers, too.' Jack put in.

The questions rattled on for a few minutes more. They were relieved when the policeman lost interest/had his fill of question time and told them not to leave town for a while. Names, numbers and addresses were taken before they meandered away to go about their un-scheduled day off. Jack and Khal wandered away from the town centre, meandering through town in a comfortable silence, glad to be leaving the chaos behind.

'In here will do.' Khal said after a moment.

Jack came out of his musings and looked around. They had wandered into one of the town's parks, a broad field ringed by trees. There were a few privacy areas dotted here and there within the treeline and Khal guided him towards the bench hidden in one such area.

'Now tell me the truth. Was it you?' He asked.

Jack settled onto the old bench with a sigh. He looked up at Khal curiously. He knew he could change his size, but the ability to change his shape was a new one.

'If I tell you, will you keep it to yourself?'

'You have my word.'

'I snuck in at about an hour after closing and loosened some wires on the walk-in freezer's AC unit. Didn't know what'd happen exactly, to be honest. Either the freezer'd stop working and a pile of food defrosted and shut the place down for a day or two, or it'd short out and set fire to itself. Taking out the whole place was a surprise. A pleasant one, though.' He admitted with a shrug. 'So, what's up with the whole...' He waved a hand at Khal's bipedal form.

'Mortals tend to get upset when they see a supernatural creature slithering amongst their ranks. I learned that lesson a couple hundred years ago.' He replied darkly. 'However, since we are nice and secluded, away from the path and prying eyes...'

'Barely. I can see people moving around out there-' He stopped as he watched Khal's bipedal body and suit melt away, replaced by the familiar naga shape. A black and gold silk sash was draped loosely around his hips. He was decked out in gold and silver jewelry, and his scales gleamed like polished gems under the morning sun that filtered through the leafy canopy. Jack stared, open mouthed.

'My clothes are to your liking, I trust?'

'If you call strip of cloth and half the world's gold clothing, then yeah.'

Khal laughed and leaned over the shark, catching him off guard.

'About what you said earlier,' He hissed softly, his tongue flickering across Jack's nose, 'I made him kneel before us as you requested...'

'Oh yeah... I didn't mean we should do it in public, though.' He replied as the fear of being discovered fluttered in his chest.

Khal's hands parted his jacket and unfastened his plain white shirt. Deft fingers found Jack's taught adomen and danced up his torso, leaving a trail of tingling fire in their wake, making his breath catch. They kissed as Khal explored Jack's body, slipping a hand into his waistband and rubbing at his sheath, massaging his cock until he was erect and straining at the fabric of his boxers. Jack fumbled with his belt and trousers, allowing Khal to pull him free. Jack shifted on the bench, his fingers sread flat against the dewy slats of the bench as Khal started stroking his exposed penis.

'We're gonna get caught.' Jack wheezed, tensing up as Khal rubbed the pad of his thumb across the shark's barbed head.

'No we won't.' Khal purred, 'They have no idea we're here.'

He adjusted his stance and Jack watched in awe as Khal took him in his mouth. He bit his lip as a forked tongue wrapped sensuously around his shaft and started moving up and down, tickling over his barbs and tensing around his base. Jack gasped at the onslaught of sensations. Khal's mouth was warm and his tongue slick and silk smooth. He didn't know how long he would last as the naga applied pressure, sucking on his cock. Jack swore as his hips twitched and his breathing became laboured. Khal hummed against his trapped cock and Jack could do nothing to free himself. His gaze flickered to the narrow, tree-crowded entrance. People had started filtering into the park in groups, most going off to work, others settling in for their morning exercise routines. A pair of women jogged past and Jack tensed, sure they were going to get caught. Another group laid out their yoga mats on the green opposite and started flexing. One of them seemed to look directly at him but she looked away and twisted herself into a complicated pose.

Khal sucked harder and Jack let out a soft groan, his head tilting back, the possible-voyeurs temporarily forgotten. A hand landed on the back of Khal's head and Jack hooked his other arm over the back of the bench, cocking a knee. Khal purred in delight as he tasted the shark's pre on his tongue, salty and warm. He started bobbing his head faster, encouraged by the webbed hand stroking across his scalp. He listened to Jack's soft moans and his panting as he worked, growing more and more aroused until his own cock was firmly gripped in his fist. He stroked himself as he sucked at Jack, alternating his grip on both himself and the shark.

Jack grunted, hissing through clenched teeth and both hands landed on the back of Khal's head as he rammed hard into the naga's mouth, coming with a sharp gasp and a grunt. Khal luxuriated in the taste of Jack's seed spurting into his mouth, swallowing him down even as he felt himself teetering on the edge of his own orgasm. He pulled away from the shark, licking his lips and reclined on his coils, watching Jack fade into an afterglow on the bench as he masturbated. Jack watched him with hooded eyes, studying the way Khal's muscles twitched and flexed as he stroked his thick, veiny shaft, suddenly hungry to have the demon's large cock buried deep inside him again. He briefly wondered if he had developed an addiction and then decided he didn't much care as he watched Khal jerk and twitch, his hips thrusting as he came with a low groan.

Long, thick ropes of cum erupted from him, arcing between Jack's parted legs and splashing across the ground and bushes that grew beneath and behind the bench he was sat on. Khal slowly subsided, reclining on his coils and gazed at Jack.

'Nice aim.' Jack said, chuckling.

Khal's face split into a grin, 'I can hit any target.' He purred.

Jack tucked himself away and did his trousers and shirt back up. 'Well, I'm at a loss for what to do now, to be honest. I got my petty revenge and now...' He shrugged again and stood up on legs that felt like soft rubber.

Khal's tail wrapped around him and Jack fell into the coils of the naga, trapped in a long, deep kiss with a large hand gripping his left buttock.

'Let's stay here for a while longer.' Khal said, 'No one will discover us, that I assure you.'

Jack went over his plans for the day. Work. That was all he had planned. Vaguely, anyway. He shrugged again and settled into the embrace of the demon, wondering when they were to get caught.