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"Wait! Don't tell me!"

George smacked a fuzzy, yet slimy digit upon his younger brother's pursed lips, pushing the smaller, pudgier rodent's head back a few inches. They were both wobbling to and fro on the gym bench like a pair of shapely bowling pins; a seven-ten split of plump posteriors.

"You're too drunk for this bro." Colton butted in, wiping away the sloppy trail of jizz-spit, freshly applied by his brother's touchy antics. "And it's like I said, size doesn't matter."

"I bet he was ten inches." Blurted the older, drunker brother, spacing his palms out to imply a cock that was definitely bigger than ten inches. "Married too, cos' I know you like em' taken."

"Are you calling me a homewrecker? You're the one covered in spunk, y'know."

"Touche." George huffed between hiccups, smirking a coy little smirk. "But I know you got em' hooked with that technique-" He said, performing an elaborate pantomime of stuffing an over-sized cock in his open maw, bulging his cheeks out and bobbing his head like a tipsy pigeon. Colton tried his best to look offended, but the intoxicated, goofy smile on his face betrayed him.

The past few weeks had flown by in a blur of sex and debauchery for the twin brothers, just as it had many times before. This time however, at the height of the "summer of fitness" event taking place at their local gym, it had turned into a real train-wreck, a thirty car pile-up but with less metal-on-metal and more dick-in-ass. George's nights had been filled with boozing, partying, slurping, fucking and doting on regular patrons and visitors alike. Everybody knew about it. For George, the gym had become his own personal prowling ground; his days of hitting the weights behind them. Getting hit from behind was a much more fulfilling hobby. Colton just tagged along for the ride, although he was looking a lot less athletic as a result.

"Hey so, listen. I gotta' ask you something real quick." Chuckled the older brother as he stumbled to his feet. "Are you gonna, y'know, hit up that guy?"

"Which guy are we talking about?" Colton groaned, prepared for his brother to make this about sex, again. "Big guy? Like, in the downstairs department? Or that hairy dude with the dump-truck?"

"No, smooth as fuck. Big muscles, big dick."

"Ah." Colton started, looking less than amused and more than deflated. "Don't get too excited. I'm not inviting you this time." He crossed his arms and leaned back against the bench, his towel, the only decency he had, covering oh-so little of his intimate parts. The sensation of it slowly slipping from his waist had gone unnoticed, shamelessly revealing his glistening package from certain angles. He pouted and sighed dramatically, staring wistfully up at the ceiling. "His name's Chance, in case you forgot, and he's the real deal."

"Oh that's right, you two were a thing, weren't ya?" Boy he was big." George mused. His eyes were hazy, settling into a dreamy-eyed stare that flew right past the younger rodent - behind them, an intimate, distant memory was playing out. George's towel was straining ever so slightly in the front. An onlooker at the far end of the locker room was turning beet-red, trying to tear his eyes from the sight of George's stiffening rat junk creating a tent.

"Stop thinking about his dick, bro."

"Like you ain't."

And once again, Colton tried to muster up some discontent with his slutty older sibling, but it just wasn't there. George was right, he always was. Even drunk.

Instead, he fumbled around for his bag that was slumped under the bench, grabby hands looking for a phone. It was right at the bottom, but with some digging he managed to clutch it from the depths of half-empty lube bottles and torn open condom packs. The screen illuminated, a candid picture of the brothers squeezed tightly into the crevices of some gym-goers pits covering the screen. Colton blushed a little, closing the image gallery he'd left open since last nights debauchery. "I'm gonna' give him a call!" He shouted over to his brother, who was stretching over shamelessly in the nude. "Oh dude, your towel-" He called over, but George waved it off. Their flagrant bareness has invited the ire of the gym staff, who were always looking for a good reason to throw them out on their fat asses. Nudity had always been okay, sure, but it was never _just _nudity with George, was it?

"Towels are for chumps!" George proudly announced, his drunkenness blurring his reasoning.

Colton looked down across his perky chest, craning his neck over to see past his slightly portly belly. His towel was hanging off the bench. His dick, flopped unceremoniously across his thigh, was staring back at him. He poked at the flab on his belly.

"Be honest, Georgie." He said, his hands crossed over his junk, guarding his modest little package from sight as best as possible. "Am I fat?"

"Ask me again when I'm sober," Replied the older brother. "Or I'll say something mean."

---

BZZT!

Colton's phone buzzed in his pocket a few times in short succession. He jolted in his seat at the bus stop, practically tearing the mobile from his pocket in anticipation of the reply he'd been waiting on all day. It had to be Chance this time.

But it wasn't, it was George, again. He'd been pestering his little brother all day about this little "reunion date" with Chance. The younger sibling knew his brother wanted in on the action, if there even was any. It was difficult to confront George about how embarrassing he could be at times like this, especially since they'd both been sleeping around, whoring themselves out to strangers and worst of all, doing it together. They had this unearthly, titanium bond that transcended brotherly love, so powerful and compelling that they could share a man between themselves like a succubus split in two and never argue over who gets to suck or fuck first.

But, despite it all, Colton never did have much in common with George - at least outside of the bedroom. He was a romantic, for a start, something that his older brother had thrown to the wayside on his conquest for sex. He dreamed of sharing bed-space with a cute hunk, kissing on the beach and stargazing through the night. Getting dicked was just the silver lining.

Chance was different too. He'd never made their relationship about sex despite how much they were both getting, and they were getting a lot. He loved Colton for who he was and not what he had. Filling the gap Chance had left with rampant sex was going predictably poorly. Probably because nobody fucked like Chance did.

BZZT!

It was George again, surely. Colton almost settled on leaving his phone in his pocket, but his giddy thoughts got the better of him. This time there were two buzzes, one shortly after the other. Colton squinted at the screen, and what little he saw in the glaring sunlight nearly bowled him over.

"Hey, so, not gonna' make it to the pizza place this afternoon, bud." Said the first message, sinking the rodent's heart into his stomach. The message read like a punch to the gut, deflating his posture and melting Colton into the seat like a thick, rat-shaped jello pudding.

"But," It carried on into the second message. "I'm back at my place later on, think you can drop by instead?"

Colton quickly began jamming his fingers into the keyboard with a renewed, hyperactive glee.

"Yessir! Be there soon!" He responded, hailing down an approaching bus.

---

Tugging at the hem of the all-black hoodie draped over his body, Colton stared up at the inner city apartment wedged between two identical apartments. For a long moment, he considered disappearing back into the early evening twilight, turning his tail and leaving it alone, but he couldn't. Instead, he paced outside Chance's place, waiting patiently for his composure to manifest. It was an uncommon sensation for Colton, who had built up so much confidence since the last time he and the hunky shark had spoke, to be so utterly nervous.

The hollering of a not-so-distant delinquent stumbling his way across the street signaled to Colton that he was probably better inside, and so with a quick pat down of his creased attire, the fidgety little rodent approached the apartment door. "Whew, okay. Here we go." He whispered to himself.

RRRING! The doorbell echoed throughout the inside of the building. Footsteps approached.

The door cracked open just a touch, held shut by the latch. Chance, dressed in only a fluffy, white gown, peeked his head around.

"Oh! Colton you're here!" He exclaimed, his eyes reading the rodent up and down like a book, taking in the familiar appearance of someone he'd almost pushed from his mind until today. "You got here real quick, huh?" He said, clutching at his robe ashamedly.

"Yeah, well." Colton started, but he didn't finish the thought. His head was turned away but his eyes were glancing over the dominant figure of the shark that filled the entire space of the doorway. An awkward, but necessary moment passed as the past-lovers took in each others presence with curious, wanting gazes. The memories of past intimacies were all laid bare, both the rodent and the shark allowing them to flood between their minds. Despite the cover of the over-sized hoodie adorning Colton and the fluffiness of the flowing robe on Chance, they were both reminded of the bodies they'd spent so much time exploring.

"Did you want to come in?" Asked Chance, still scanning over the rodents body and failing to meet his eyes.

Colton cracked a shy smile, and without a word Chance removed the latch from the door and stepped back into the hallway, ushering him inside.

The reserved rat shuffled into the warmth of the cozy, yet remarkably barren apartment. His jogging shoes sank ever so slightly into the creaking, bare wooden floor, echoing a distorted squeak throughout the building that sounded suspiciously like he did mid-fuck. Chance had always been a kind of, well, minimalist guy, so it made sense that his home would reflect it. Still, it managed to take Colton off guard. Everything, from the subtle, drab shade of gray masking the walls, to the pure white, perfectly circular shag-carpet rug rolling down the hallway - it all screamed "show-room".

"Should I...take off my shoes?" Asked the rat, meekly.

"If that's okay." Replied Chance, locking the door behind them. "I just had the place cleaned up, so I'm gonna' try and keep it presentable for a good long while. Saves me tidying up again, y'know?"

"Yeah, that's cool." Said Colton, already fumbling with his laces as he awkwardly balanced on one leg, propped up against the wall.

The burly shark chuckled warmly at Colton's athletic maneuvers, and the stumbling rodent cracked a goofy smile in return, but it was clear to both of them that things were going to be a little awkward, at least until the air was cleared. No amount of small talk or shoe talk was going to break the ice. At some point, and soon, they'd have to address the elephant in the room.

"The break-up..." Chance bluntly spouted. The room got a lot quieter, more so than it already was.

Colton tensed up. He'd always known Chance to speak his mind (it seeped into their sex life pretty frequently too) but he couldn't have prepared for how quickly the topic was going to come up tonight. Still standing on one leg in the hallway, the "talk" seemed a little premature.

"I think we should get past it now, so it's out of the way before we, y'know, date." Continued the shark, nervously clutching at his gown with both hands.

"You're right." Said Colton. "But get me a drink first." He pouted, pointing his ex towards the kitchen at the end of the hall. "You still drink, don't you?"

"Aha, careful." Huffed the shark, looking more than relieved that the rodent was at least somewhat taking it in his stride. "I can still knock back a few on a good night. Probably more with you around." He added, perhaps a little over-confidently.

"Yeah yeah, okay, slow down there cowboy. You're starting to sound like my brother, in more ways than one." Colton rebuked, yanking the flowing hoodie up and over his floppy, rounded ears. The motion pulled another layer with it, rolling up his tank top and exposing his perpendicular rows of nipples that scaled his soft, visibly overweight torso. Chance, stepping into the kitchen with his back now turned, might have seen the little display, but maybe not. Colton wasn't too bothered either way, everything still felt very natural around Chance, excluding that one ugly hurdle.

---

"So, she's got custody, huh?"

The two ex-lovers sat quietly together on the leather couch, the mumbling noise of the TV and the whooshing of cars passing by outside preventing the atmosphere from sinking too far into awkwardness. Chance was swirling the last pool of red wine around in circles at the bottom of a bottle, another sat empty on the square, glass table that completed the generic, prefabricated living room.

"Yeah things are still pretty heated between us ever since the split. I mean, things were bad before, but we were both in denial, y'know?" Explained the now uncharacteristically quiet shark, half-talking to Colton and half-reasoning with himself. "I knew I was gay. She knew I was gay."

"Everyone knew." Said Colton, gently placing his hand on his ex-lovers leg. "And it's not your fault."

"No," He replied. "But then I started messing around, didn't I? Dragged you into it."

"Maybe." Colton paused to lean in, making himself known to Chance who'd been holding his head in his hands for a long while. He caught his gaze with a reassuring smile. "I don't blame you, y'know? I'm ready to move on, if that's what you want."

"Is that what you want?" Replied Chance.

"It's all I want."

The sounds faded away for a moment. The room seemed that much smaller.

"I can see your dick, by the way." Said Colton, slicing through the sexual tension with all the precision of a chainsaw. The hunched over shark's gown rode high on his waist, and his junk was flopped over very visibly across his thigh. "It's totally okay though."

"Aha, damn, sorry!" Laughed the shark, closing his legs together, which ultimately did very little for the situation. "I swear this happens all the time at the gym."

"Dude, same! Those complimentary towels? They run way too small." Assured Colton, a little more gleefully and plenty more like himself, the emotional low seeming to slip away as the two share a relieved little moment together. They bantered and laughed, recalling past adventures and catching up on new ones for the better part of an hour. That ugly hurdle, no doubt a problem that would linger and still so obviously painful for the both of them, could wait for tonight.

---

As the evening passed by, they pair found themselves flicking over Chance's movie collection on the TV. The shark scrolled over a long list of action classics, spy movies and intense looking workout instructional flicks, each one more homoerotic than the last. His taste was ever so predictable to the bemused rodent, but he entertained the rambling and recanting of obscure movie trivia just to see that intense yet gleeful expression on the shark's face, the one he'd missed seeing. Colton grasped the opportunity, slipping his fuzzy paw further up the sharks thigh, hiking his gown in a less than subtle way.

"O-oh!"

Colton's eyes widened at the surprisingly sensitive expression, his smile faltering into a childish giggle. He'd caught Chance off guard, which was new.

"I wasn't expecting you to...we've just...and so soon..." Mumbled the dumbstruck shark, stumbling over his words as the rodent traced his fingers up and over his exposed waistline.

"Shh!" Interrupted Colton, twirling his fingertips over the hard, toned abdomen of the tensed up shark, eliciting plenty full-body reactions. "You invited me over, didn't you? You could've called it off after our dinner date fell through. I know, you know, deep down this is what you wanted, and you couldn't wait any longer."

The shark grunted in admission. His chest puffed out instinctively. "Mm, yeah, you got me." He admittted, releasing a pleasured sigh. "It's just been a while is all."

"Oh yeah?" Remarked Colton. "Been holding out for me?"

"Guess so." Smirked the shark, sinking a little more comfortably into the couch. "Maybe I'm making it a little too obvious-" He chuckled, pushing his hips out, better exaggerating the already impressive bulge that was slowly tenting his gown, revealing the thickening base of his cock shamelessly to the rodent but leaving the rest to be discovered. "Had your eye on it for a while, huh?"

"Chance, I'm gonna' be honest, I didn't come here to watch a movie." Replied Colton snarkily. "So how about this instead-"

Colton rose to his feet and shimmied himself right in-between the boned-up shark's legs before turning his back. He began pulling at the hem of his tank top just so he could whip it off of his body, revealing his underwear, hiked up past his waistline. Over his shoulder, he sneaked glimpses of that steadily hardening bulge that threatened to slip free of the shark's gown any moment. He gripped at the waistband of his tight jean shorts, pulling at the button that held them steady around his overflowing ass. With a pop, the shorts released their hold, slipping down a notch and revealing a tantalizingly meager glimpse of jiggly, plump rat posterior, contained only by the stretched out fabric of his underwear.

"Get your hands on this ass, stud, and no touching your dick. Not yet." Enforced the rodent, surprising Chance with his dominant attitude. Going back a couple of years, Colton had always been the quieter of the two rats, especially when it came to bedroom antics. He had always been happy to follow the lead of his brother in that regard, but enough sex with enough people had opened him up, both in personality and in, well, "accommodation". The mean streak he was rocking these days was a little much for the usually commanding shark, but his surging erection didn't seem to mind, in fact, it was kind of a turn on seeing Colton take what he wanted.

Colton continued to slip out of his shorts, sliding the belt-line of his jeans over his generous ass like a roller squishing over two doughy cheeks. His butt wobbled over the top with a satisfying jiggle, freed from it's confines. No sooner than this, the impatient shark slapped one big open palm on the teasing rats left buttock, gripping at the material of his underwear and creating dimples in the soft cheeks where his fingers had sunken into the thickness.

"God damn." Mused Chance. "You really filled out didn't ya?"

Colton shuffled back into the groping hands that rolled over his posterior with intense curiosity, pushing and pulling at every inch of his rear, even down to his thighs and up over his back. It didn't take long for his underwear to find itself forced aside. "You don't think I'm too, well, big, do you?" Questioned the rodent.

"No way." Replied Chance, pulling that teasing ass in closer. "I've spent my whole life devoting my body to fitness y'know, and even I can't deny it. This ain't the kind of ass you're gonna see on the benches or the treadmills."

"I'm out of shape?"

"Nah! You traded one shape for another, babe. You've got curves, and those are sexy, ask any guy."

"Well I'm asking you." Colton finished, pushing his bare ass right up against Chance's lap. His hips extended outwards, gliding the crack of his rear over the fabric of the sharks gown, uncovering his surging cock and pulling a long, viscous string of pre along with it that had been forming steadily for a while now. Chance grunted heartily in return, using both hands to spread apart the gratuitous cheeks that swept over his member, encasing it in liquid heat. The rodent was hot, literally.

"Keep teasing me like this, unf, and you'll get your answer."

Colton grinned mischievously at the shark over his shoulder. In one firm motion, he planted his backside directly atop Chance's lap, vanishing that steel-hard erection entirely beneath his weight. He could feel it pulsing against his hole, desperately engorged. Chance grunted, hard. His razor-like teeth glistened as his expression formed into a snarl. "Say it then." Said Colton. "Tell me what you want."

He knew he was playing with fire. It had been his plan all along. He knew Chance was the one with all the power, the one who could overpower him without a second thought, but he wanted it forced upon him, not agreed upon with safe-words and consents. Their sex had always been like this - few considerations, primal need, highly emotional. "...Fine then." Grumbled the utterly tense shark, escaping him as a sort of low roar. "No more teasing."

A tight grasp ensnared the rodent's waist from either side, hoisting him up violently such that he was momentarily weightless in the air, pirouetting with the shark. He could feel the raw strength of his musclebound lover effortlessly gliding him around in one fluid motion, planting him face-first on the couch. Chance was tightly pressed against him, gripping his midsection in a tenacious bear hug, cock firmly wedged between cheeks. His gown had fluttered halfway across the room. The tension between them, escalating with every movement, was reaching a fever pitch. "This what you want?" Growled Chance, pressing the large head of his cock firmly into the rodent's rear, threatening to penetrate his needy hole but holding fast for an answer. His pre smeared a slick layer of lube over the entrance, flowing fast and copiously.

"Oh, fuck." Muttered Colton. The flip had switched in his brain, and all of that sexual machismo had melted away into the submissive obedience. Had he been trying to impress his reacquainted lover? Or had all that needless sex following the break-up gotten in his head? It didn't seem to matter now - this felt _right. _Colton had never been shy, quiet or reserved, he just needed to be controlled. It was the only kind of sex he wanted, and Chance was the only one who could give it to him.

"Ready?" Asked the shark, aligning his throbbing length with the yearning hole before him. Colton simply whimpered and arched his back.

Chance could wait no longer. He powered his hips forward, sinking his length entirely inside the molten heat of the rodent's hole with one overdue thrust, eliciting a duet of moans and grunts from the both of them as each inch disappeared quickly inside. The shark paused momentarily, hilted - his smooth, hefty sack slapped against the rat's cheeks, sweat mixing between all the skin on skin.

He pulled back out. Then, he powered back inside - fully. A pace began to settle, almost breakneck. The slapping of smooth scaly skin on soft, plump rodent ass became shamelessly loud - sweat, saliva and impassioned moaning flying freely. There was no time for working up, this frustration had built for two long years.

Chance pounded like a machine, losing himself to his pure need. He was just as vigorous as Colton had remembered, but there was definitely a touch of desperation to his movement. Colton's rear was getting stretched wide open, and he was a pretty loose guy. He'd taken bigger guys too, but it was like he had told George, size really wasn't everything. Chance's cock was driving him wilder than any horse, donkey, or particularly well endowed canine. It shamed Chance, having a humanoid dick despite the expectation of a slit, but for Colton it was perfect. It hit all the right spots.

Colton found his voice forcibly ejected in uncontrollable ecstasy, each pistoning thrust pushing the air from his lungs until the whines, moans and calls became one continuous, labored noise. No gym patron could manhandle him like this, make him feel so utterly powerless and yet so incredibly aroused. His ass was being completely broken into, his pleasure button so forcefully mashed that his cock, barely even given the opportunity to harden beneath him, was already approaching the throes of orgasm. He whimpered pathetically. "I'm cumming-"

But before he could get all the words out, his body interrupted him. Orgasm shook his loins through to his core, clenching every muscle in his body as he burned up inside, his over-indulged senses melting his brain into a hazy nirvana. The half-hard rat cock pressed between his belly and the couch jettisoned rhythmic spurts of jizz, forming a sticky pool beneath him that rolled down the leather and dripped to the floor. He couldn't think to do anything but clench down on the shark's forceful member, but even that was difficult.

The room began to fade out, almost comfortably. Almost. Colton was passing out, and despite the orgasm that was still rolling over him, he felt a slight panic. Chance was still barraging his way inside the rodent's rear, showing no signs of stopping. His expression was almost enraged, a hyper-focused expression of someone who wanted - needed - to cum. Colton clambered for his voice, rasping out to the shark. "Chance...Chance..." But the words weren't reaching him. "Too much...too much!"

The exasperated calling fell on deaf ears - something else entirely had took a hold of him. His bouncing gray sack tightened up against him, taught and throbbing in sync with his cock. The seed inside of him was surely boiling over, an unstoppable release rapidly approaching.

"_Hrrrnnngffff!" _Was the only guttural sound that could be formed by the shark that was now barreling past the point of no return. But in that moment, through a very brief lens of clarity, he saw his lover lying there, eyes lidded and expression near-vacant. His heart skipped, but then, his mind shattered.

A final, brutal thrust saw him to the finish line, completely clouding his thoughts in the process. Deeply embedded in the depths of the sweat-matted ass of his lover, his cock erupted emphatically, pumping the rodent full of potent shark cum. Chance propelled himself forward, his feet digging into the couch for whatever foothold they could create. His hips were pressed so tightly up against Colton that his pelvis ached. He had completely lost control of his body in that moment.

The cream-filling became excessive, dragging out with each powerful shot of jizz that followed the waves of orgasm. Colton's eyes had rolled back entirely, his consciousness fading. Minutes passed. Cum began to leak from the tight space between cock and hole.

Finally, with a few emphatic humps for good measure, the shark had cleared the peak of orgasm. He panted frenetically, sweat steaming from his body and his cock well and truly drenched in cum, still plugged inside but finally, mercifully, going slack. His mind slowly, surely, swept away at his libido that had been so succinctly cured. Then it dawned on him just what he had done.

Colton was a twitching, heaving mess before him. His body rose from the couch with each deep breath he took. There was cum drooling from his ass, from beneath him, and puddled all over the couch. "Oh god." Said Colton. "I...I couldn't stop...I couldn't..."

But the ravaged rat was just awake enough to protest. "Shhhh" He sounded, gently stroking at his tender rear as if to test the extent of the damage. His fingers brushed delicately over the shark cock still wedged inside his hole, eliciting an oversensitive whimper from Chance. "That was fucking awesome."

And it was.

Chance chuckled, relieved but also ashamed. His cock, raw and shaded an over-exerted pink, slipped free of the rodent's glazed, equally pink hole, which was now stretched into a wide yawn and leaking a steady stream of cum. "I'm sorry baby." He apologised. "I've never been that backed up before. I had to cum. Waited too long for this, y'know."

"Me too." Said Colton, with a weary smile. "But it's been a while since I got a proper work out, and you just took me on a damn marathon. My ass is gonna' feel like a train drove through it tomorrow."

"Sorry again." Chance mumbled, scooping up a dollop of jizz from the puddle on the couch. He held it out in front of Colton's mouth, who enthusiastically suckled it down. "Maybe you should stay the night, get cleaned up."

"Yeah, well, I'm not gonna' be walking straight for a few days, so I guess you owe me a shower and a bed to fall into."

The two lovers chuckled, collapsing into a cuddle. A sweaty, steaming, sticky cuddle.

---

BZZT!

Colton checked his phone again. It was George.

An image slowly loaded up, revealing the older brother poking his tongue out at the camera mischievously, speared atop some lucky gym patron with two more dicks jutting in from out of frame. "How was your night?" Read the caption. Colton knew his brother was trying to one-up him, he had always treated sex like a competition. But as the dawn seeped in through the blinds of an unfamiliar bedroom and a hunky, satiated shark slept beside him, the victory was all his. Colton typed out something half-hearted before deleting it and planting his phone down on the bedside table. All he wanted to do was roll over and cuddle up with the sexiest shark in the world, and so he did.

George could wait.