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Tempting the Toad

For bbbuuu

By Draconicon

_Venomian fighters on his tail, twisting and turning no matter how he flipped his Arwing around, and always making his console ping with another missile lock that he barely managed to lose. This way, that way, the lasers chasing him through the debris left behind by the capital ships. This wasn't mop-up, this was a hunt, and he had become the prey.

"They're on me. They're on me!"

"Hold on, Slip. I'm on my way."

Fox's promise wasn't going to be much good if he didn't get there soon. The toad was running out of cover to dodge the locks and the lasers. The last series of blasts peppered the shield around the rear of his Arwing, and the nose console reported that the shield was down. One more hit would go right through the hull.

He pulled a quick roll to the left, lasers pinging off the rings as he spun down the hollowed-out bridge of a dead ship. The fighters followed, chasing him through the superstructure. Their smaller shapes meant that they didn't have to worry about clipping their wings, but they did have to worry about -

Boom, boom.

Banging into each other. Slippy's brief relief faded as they kept shooting. No room to spin. Just room to run. Hopefully fast enough that he could lose them, but with less and less hope for that the further that he got.

His life flashed before his eyes, and he wondered if he had made a mistake. Scientist. Mechanic. All things that he could have been instead of a merc pilot. All things with a much longer life expectancy. He had to get out. Had to get out.

Twisting, turning, spinning, rolling. He pulled every maneuver that he knew out of his ass as he flew through the dead ship, getting closer and closer to the exit. Another hole blown in the bottom of the ship, a Galaxy Missile's payload having killed the whole thing. Just a little hole left, but if he could get it -

The straightaway. He whipped the Arwing around the corner and gunned the engines, the Venomian fighters screaming down the tunnel after him. Missiles flew wildly without a lock, banging off support struts, old panels, dead bodies. The scrap and the debris and the blood burned before him, and he could feel his ship shaking from side to side. Raw luck kept him alive so far, but -

BANG!

One of the lasers finally connected, blowing out the power core just behind the engine. The blur of light behind him died, and then -_

"Ah!"

Slippy jerked upright in bed, gasping for breath, his eyes wide as he looked around. In his quarters; he was in his quarters on the Great Fox, not in battle. He wasn't about to die in a giant fireball of pain and suffering.

The toad slumped back down, biting off a whimper as he covered his eyes. He could still see the fight in front of him, was still living in for a half-second, a full second, two seconds. His engine had gone out with that blast, nearly taking out the primary power core for the whole Arwing. The only reason that the Venomian forces hadn't taken him out was because Fox had finally arrived, blowing them all to hell with a well-placed bomb.

His drifting ship had been nursed back to the Great Fox, and he had been instructed to get some rest. The rest of the mop-up was taken care of by the arriving Cornerian fleet, allowing them the chance to get some repairs done.

Repairs.

Sleep.

Of the two options, he knew which he preferred to do. Slippy rolled to the side, rubbing his eyes a few times before dragging a pair of shorts out of the nightstand. No point in going for a full jumpsuit. A pair of boxers would do. Not like it was anything that everyone else hadn't already seen.

Let's...let's get to fixing...

The hangar was empty, as he had hoped it would be. Silence pressed heavily on him, but that was better than having Falco come down to brag about his skills and tease the toad for getting shot again. Or having Peppy come down with an attempt at a pep talk for the next time. Or Fox...

Well, Fox would have been okay. Maybe.

He pulled out the busted power core from his ship, putting it on a trolley and taking it to a nearby workbench. The whole thing wasn't completely dead, and he was pretty sure that some part of it could be restored, as long as he got working on it now rather than letting it leak further. Shaking his head, he pulled out one of the spare tool sets and got to work.

He had just about managed to get the dents out and had started smoothing out the laser-puncture in the side when he heard the tap-tap-tap of boots coming down the walkway. The toad glanced up, smiling slightly at the sight of his shirtless commander.

"Thought you'd be sleeping, Slippy?" Fox said.

"I couldn't."

"Nightmares?"

"...Yeah."

"Mind some company?"

"Not really. Long as you're quiet."

"Heh, I can do that."

As Fox grabbed one of the hoverchairs from the stack by the stairs, Slippy went back to focusing on the power core. The whole thing had been damaged horribly by the shot, and it had only been a glancing hit. Now that he had a chance to see it, he realized just how lucky he had been. If that blast had been even an inch lower, it would have gone right through to the middle of the core rather than just rupturing the containment layers, and that would have killed him.

One little mistake...

He should have been with the others. He should have stuck with Peppy rather than going out to try and find where the enemies were hiding. He should have -

Clang.

"OW!"

He'd managed to jam his fingers against the half-sealed opening, and he could already feel the bruises coming. He shivered as he yanked his hand back, shaking his head and biting off a number of curses.

"Oof. You okay?"

"Yeah...yeah, I'm fine," he muttered, shaking his head. "Just...started thinking."

"Kinda thought that was what you were supposed to do."

"Not when you're thinking of something else."

"The fight?"

"...Yeah."

"...You okay?"

"I..." Slippy sighed. "I almost died today. Probably not."

Fox nodded, and in that moment, it was everything that Slippy could do to not cry. He turned away, not wanting his commander, his friend, to see him like that. The toad rapidly ground his head against his shoulders, trying and failing to wipe his eyes in a way that was a little less obvious.

"I'll...I'll be okay."

"Slippy...you want to talk?"

"Not really. I don't...I just need to not think about it for a while. If I can just stop thinking about it, I'll be okay."

Slippy doubted that was going to happen, though. Normally, he could lose himself in the machine work for a while, forgetting that the rest of the world even existed, but the fact that he was this wired up even after working on this long, and the fact that he had managed to injure his hand like that, told him that he was still a little too focused on what had happened. Even the intensity of focused repair work probably wouldn't be enough.

He sighed, rubbing his hand one last time before picking up the polisher again. This time, however, Fox interrupted him before he could get started again.

"Remember when we were still in the academy?"

"Heh...you were louder then, yeah."

"And you were still the screamer."

"I - not then. Not that time."

"Heh. Pretty loud, that time."

The toad's cheeks went from green to bright pink, and he hunched his shoulders at the memory. Not of flight this time, either.

No, no, that had been something completely different, before the certification flights that were halfway through the whole year. That had been the night before, actually, the very night before when -

He blushed, shivering as he felt that little memory turn almost real again. He shifted from foot to foot, trying not to imagine Fox down on his knees for a very...very touching experiment at the time, something that they had done once and then -

Then it had to go away. It had to be done. They were professionals, or supposed to be, right? They weren't supposed to...do that.

Slippy shook his head repeatedly.

"I didn't scream during that, either. Just...whimpered a little."

"That was still cute."

"Mmmph...Do you have to call me that? My mom and all the...the girls she picks call me that."

And it didn't make him feel exactly manly, he had to admit. Being called cute, getting set up with all kinds of girls that wanted to get with the new pilot, had been flattering at first, but the more that it happened, the less serious he was able to take it. In fact, it had all but destroyed most of his confidence when he had learned that all they wanted was the chance to get a batch of eggs with his sperm, and had been sent by his mom in the first place.

Not a good feeling, particularly when he was trying to build a reputation of his own.

Shaking his head, he tried to lean into the machine again, but Fox just kept coming back to that. In this case, he came back to it by walking up behind the toad and laying a hand on his back and whispering in his ear. Right in his ear-hole, as a matter of fact, to the point where he could feel a whisker against his neck.

"Do you need something like that again?"

Slippy dropped the polisher. If his face had been pink before, it was as red as it could be right then. He slowly turned, sputtering all the while, only to see Fox with as smug, yet reassuring, a smile as the vulpine pilot was capable of.

"Well?" Fox asked.

"You...you serious?"

"Well...who knows? We might be better at it this time."

"Mmmph..."

"Particularly the stuff before the...main event."

Mmmph...

Slippy remembered how awkward that had been last time. With only the pornos to tell him what he was supposed to be doing, he'd thought that it would be better to just jam his tongue down Fox's throat and then start thrusting away. A gagging session later, where both of them had to deal with some serious bad tastes and Fox couldn't actually talk for about ten minutes, they were able to move past it, but it had been really bad as a mood killer.

He blushed as he thought of all the other things that they had attempted. Handjobs without lube. Handjobs with. Touching each other all over. The blowjob that night when he needed the stress relief. Fox had never been pushy about it, only flirtatious in the way that foxes just seemed to naturally be, and...and...

And he was always the blushing one, the embarrassed one, the one that didn't know what to do. Fox was always so comfortable, always taking the lead, and it had always been easier to let him.

But this time...

Make a decision, dammit.

He wanted to get some distraction, right? And what better distraction than getting with the guy that he had a crush on?

"Let's do it."

"Hmm?" Fox asked, stroking a hand down his back.

"I said...I said let's do it."

"Heh, just making sure. Your room or mine?"

"Yours." Slippy said it without even hesitating. "I mean...yours...if you don't mind doing the laundry."

"Heh, I'm good with that. Come on."

Slippy followed behind his commander, hardly believing that he was even doing this. It was so out of character for him, so much more than he had ever dared to think about doing in the past, and he didn't know how long his courage would last for. However, as he followed behind Fox, he couldn't help but wonder if his old friend was swaying his backside more than usual.

They didn't take long to get naked once they reached Fox's quarters, though Slippy barely needed to do anything. He could still barely believe that he was here, but his cock certainly remembered the sort of fun that they used to have. It was hard as a rock, pushing through the slit in the front of his boxers before they were halfway there, and it had been a very 'interesting' elevator ride up and walk down the hall, waiting to see if someone would poke their head out of their own quarters and see the mostly-naked toad following the jumpsuit-wearing Fox.

As soon as the door closed, however, Fox was quick to equalize, pulling off his jumpsuit and showing that he was wearing briefs rather than boxers. Briefs that were rather tight, which hugged his ass, which showed off the slight curves that he seemed to have. There was less of the bulk that Slippy had, more of a lean figure, more willowy, something that seemed more inclined to be on the...on the bottom...

Slippy had a second's worth of imagining Fox on all fours with his ass up, and then he pushed it away. He would be lucky to get a pity blowjob tonight, and that was something that he should be grateful for in the first place. After all, Fox could get any guy or girl in the universe. Slippy was just...convenient.

Still, his dick throbbed that much more at the sight, and Fox chuckled as he turned to see it.

"Mind taking those off? I remember you being a bit bigger than that."

"Huh?"

"Your cock. It was...heh, kinda memorable down my throat."

"You...you still remember that?"

"Let's just say that it's a fond memory that returns...most nights."

"You mean you...you, uh..."

Slippy imitated a rough jerking motion, and Fox laughed, nodding.

"Yeah, pretty much."

"To that?"

"And other things, but definitely that."

"Oh...wow..."

"Heh, what, that hard to believe?"

"Kinda, yeah."

"Well, how about you come show me if you're any better at the kissing, and we move on from there?"

It was a challenge, and he took it as one. One little slip-up, and he could find himself running back to his own quarters in humiliation, but rather than holding back, he took those two steps forward, putting his arms around his old friend. Fox just smiled as he leaned in, and Slippy moved forward to meet him.

They kissed. It was a rough one, something that missed at first, making them have to adjust for a slightly better angle. It was...difficult...to avoid thrusting his tongue forward. Natural toad biology made it very difficult to control it that way, but he managed it, if only barely. His tongue caressed the inside of Fox's mouth, tasting him, smelling him more intimately than he had in years.

It was just as he remembered, if slightly more mature. Wet, warm, and Fox's tongue was able to touch him back. A soft caress of mouth to mouth, before parting. They both panted a bit, him more, though Fox's cock was definitely stiffening in his briefs.

"Oh, you're definitely better at that than you used to be."

"I...I hoped I'd be."

"That's good. You were." Fox winked. "Now...how about I see if I'm better than I used to be?"

"Lemme sit down."

"Afraid you're going to fall over?"

"V-very."

"Heh, alright, alright."

Fox guided him back to the bed, and he sat down at the foot of it, taking a few deep breaths, curling his hands into fists of anticipation as he imagined how this was going to feel. That one time way back when had been his go-to jerk-off fantasy for a while, and even after getting with a number of other toad females, he had to admit that it was the one that he kept coming back to. There was something about him down there, about Fox's narrow muzzle around his cock, and...

And it was just hot. That was all there was to it.

Slippy sat down, and Fox had him lean back. He did, letting the other pilot pull his boxers off, and his cock flopped free properly. Fox blinked.

"I remember you being that thick, but not that long."

"Well, I did, um, I lost some weight with all the training."

"I'll say. Looks like you have a few more inches."

"That's...not going to be a problem, right?"

"Not for me."

Fox had always been confident, and that didn't change even when he was on the bottom. Slippy was happy for that; he always preferred someone else's confidence, considering that his was always so...so shaky. He didn't know what he could do half the time, so having someone else being sure helped him be sure.

He planted his feet on the ground as Fox leaned in, and he saw just how big his cock was compared to Fox's face. Even as his friend laid that shaft against the side of his muzzle, Slippy saw that it would go all the way into the other man's throat, probably at least three inches down the throat. He groaned, curling his toes as he imagined it, made better by the feeling of that soft tongue working its way from the bottom of his cock up to the tip, and then back down again, then back up, and then back down.

"Mmmph...mmph, Fox..."

He couldn't help but moan as his fellow pilot worked him up so quickly and so well. The feeling, the intensity was just what he wanted, but fucking fuck. He had never imagined that Fox could do better than he had in the academy, and now he was. The soft licks, the teasing, and then, of course -

"Mmmph..."

Slippy gripped the bed tightly as Fox pulled the head of his cock in, sliding past the vulpine's lips all the way over his tongue. It was so much better than just memory. He panted for air, his hands shaking before -

Fuck it...more...more!

Lifting one shaky hand, he rested it on Fox's head. At first, it was just to make sure that the pleasure kept coming, but then, he felt something else. A need...a need for that pleasure to go deeper. Fox was only going up and down the top few inches of his cock, licking the head, teasing it well, but there was more that he could do. Slippy groaned, wanting it, his hips twitching, and then finally, his hand clenched into a fist.

He pulled, and Fox went down, down, down his dick, right to the bottom. There was a soft gluk sound, a bit of gagging, but it felt so good. The toad moaned out loud, arching his back and grinding his crotch against his friend's face, feeling his balls against that furry chin, and then he pulled back, let go -

Fox bobbed back up, gasping, and Slippy did the same. He covered his mouth with one hand.

"Are you - you're okay, right? Right?"

"Yeah..." Fox coughed, shaking his head. "Yeah, fine. Just...didn't expect a sudden thrust like that."

"I didn't hurt you, though, right?"

"Heh, not at all."

"Whew..."

"But can you do that again?"

"...Again?"

"Yeah. I think I can take it this time, if I know it's coming."

Again. Fox wanted him to...oh boy...oh boy...

He could hardly believe it as Fox started sucking him again, going so far as to pick up his hand and put it on his head himself. The vulpine pilot grinned at him, winking before starting to bob his head up and down.

With that kind of permission, could anyone have turned it down? Slippy certainly could not, and he shoved Fox down again. He heard that gluk again, the sound of the throat opening, the clenching feeling, the heat and the huffing around his shaft; it was just as good as the first time. He held his friend down for a few seconds, pulled him up again, and then -

Thrust.

He moaned out loud this time, putting both hands on Fox's head, shoving him down over and over again, pulling him back with a grunt only to yank him down. Bounce, bob, bounce, bob, thrust. He groaned and whimpered, bit his lips as he huffed for breath as he fucked his friend's face. He could feel how wet it was inside, how different this was to the blowjob that he had gotten those years ago. This was something proper, this was something, something hotter than the other kind of thing.

This was better.

So much better.

In, out, in, out, his balls bumping against that furred chin again and again, the only sound besides the rough face-fuck coming from the hum in the walls and the soft flick-flick of Fox's tail all but wagging from this. They were lost in the moment, and he swore that he was going to cum at any second. Hell, he felt like he was right on the edge from second one, and then -

Then Fox tapped his thigh.

He looked down, panting, and his friend gestured to be let up. He blinked, cocking his head to the side as he pulled his hands back. Fox slowly slid upwards, pulling off with strings of spit and more connecting cock to muzzle. The sight almost had him cumming right there, and he had to clench down hard at the two words that followed.

"Fuck me."

They had never gone to anal in the academy, never, and it had been the sort of thing where Slippy assumed that, due to his nature, he'd always be the one on the bottom with any guy that he tried something with. Here, though, now, he was the one that was being asked to top. Even as Fox climbed into bed, even as the other pilot got on all fours to show off, Slippy almost couldn't believe that this was happening.

Then, Fox lifted his tail. Not just shifted it, but lifted it, showing off everything that was on offer. There was no hesitation, no waiting, no second thoughts. It was just a full flaunting of everything that the ace pilot had, right down to that twitching pucker that was just visible between the cheeks.

"Fuck me, Slippy."

Something clicked for the toad in that moment. He wasn't aware of moving, but one moment he was seated at the foot of the bed, just looking at his friend. The next, he was kneeling behind him, halfway to balls deep. He didn't even remember the moment of penetration, just feeling himself thrusting in and being in.

It was not tight, precisely, which made him think that Fox had been going for toys and more during the last few years, but that didn't matter right then. What mattered was just how good it felt to be together with someone else. What mattered was the feeling of that heat, that warmth, that intimacy, and most of all, being on top. Slippy had never imagined being there, and even as he wrapped his hands around the more slender male's waist, it almost felt like a dream to be there.

It was like something had possessed him, making him go at it harder than he meant to. He didn't think that he should do that, considering how thick he was, but with the sounds that Fox made under him, with all the moans and whimpers that were coming from his long-time friend, he couldn't stop himself. He had to take him, he had to. Each thrust was faster than the last until he was just hammering home, in and out, feeling the sucking, squeezing feeling coming from inside driving him on.

In, out, in, out, each thrust more than just a plunging penetration, but a reminder that Fox had come to him. Him. Not Falco, not to one of the girls that wanted him across the galaxy, him.

Me.

It was an ego boost like nothing else, and it had him thrusting harder, deeper, forcing Fox's ass to burn red from how hard he thrust and rutted. He leaned forward further, his hands traveling up Fox's back until -

"Oof!"

Fox's arms gave out, leaving him face-down, ass up, but neither of them seemed to care. They were just fucking faster, harder, further. He kept slamming in, his balls swinging forward to tap Fox's, his eyes rolled back as he moaned out loud. He could feel the clenching already starting down there, the fox's hole clenching around his cock.

You...you're a hot...hot bottom, Fox...

He wanted to say it out loud, to tease back, but he didn't have the air for it. All he had was the need to fuck, the energy to keep thrusting, and then -

Then the pleasure.

He moaned out loud, feeling one last clench dragging him over the edge, pushing him to blow his load. His cock jerked, pulsing and twitching, and he could feel the flood that followed, the pulsing, throbbing, needy splatters that came loose as he all but laid on Fox's back. Pulse, splatter, pulse, splatter, each little squirt flooding the other male so much that he could feel it splashing back against his dick.

And it didn't stop there. Fox was cumming, too, the other male spurting all over his own sheets, tail curled to the side now and out of the way, giving Slippy - as he pulled back a little - the perfect view of that spasming hole. He smiled...then slowly tilted sideways. Exhaustion had hit him, and he barely had the energy to roll backwards, popping his cock free. That green shaft laid against his belly, soaked in his own cum, and Fox's well-fucked, puffy hole oozed with his seed. He smiled at the sight, at the white lines slowly running out of that stretched pucker, and knew that they'd both remember this.

"Mmmph..."

"Fox?" Slippy muttered.

"Mmm?"

"Mind if I stay?"

"As long as you like..."

"Thanks..."

He couldn't believe that he'd done this, but...well, maybe it was time. Maybe it was time for him to be a better person. And maybe...just maybe...he could have this again.

The End

Summary: Slippy has a near-death experience, and Fox helps take his mind off it.

Tags: M/M, Slippy, Fox, Fox McCloud, Starfox, Rule 34, Semi-Romantic, Oral, Blowjob, Toad, Anal, Teasing, Creampie, Orgasm, Cum,