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It was another slow night at the club. Oh, sure, the club was Navah's regular haunt, and the black jackal was as at home there as he was at his actual home, if not more_so, but recent events had left it half empty. The DJ seemed to be on autopilot and even Navah's favorite drinks just didn't seem to have the same kick to them as they did before. Something was missing, he thought, as he scanned the small crowd from his regular position in the corner, where the shadows hid him almost entirely. The place needed something new, something exciting, but he wasn't sure _what that new and exciting thing should be.

Ah, well. He leaned against the wall, eyes fixating on every incoming guest. None of the regulars looked boring or even average, but the thing was that they were all _regulars._He'd danced with most of them, teased and perhaps seduced the ones that appealed to him, and so, there was nothing new to do. Instead, he found his thoughts drifting towards the world outside, and with that, work. Work was _not_something he wanted to think about while at the club. The jackal shook his head, sipping on his cocktail again. It was room temperature by now.

All of a sudden, something caught his attention. There, next to the bar. Someone he'd missed earlier, probably because his black fur was just as hard to see in the dim lighting as the jackal's own. Going by the wings, this someone was a bat. That was enough to pique Navah's interest; he'd always had a weakness for chiropterans. Not only because some of them looked like flying jackals, either. There was just something delightful and alluring about their lithe builds, the long claws, the big ears and the wide, observant eyes.

The unknown bat moved a little until he was standing right under one of the bar spotlights. Intentional? Navah couldn't quite tell, though he certainly moved with a cunning confidence, every motion calculated and smooth. The light revealed his clothes, too. Most of it was a touch lighter than his pitch black fur, providing for a beautiful contrast. A half-open vest revealed the only splash of color - a red fishnet shirt. His pants were long and baggy, with far more belts than one would reasonably need. Not practical, perhaps, but then, neither was Navah's skin-tight latex top. The club life was all about appearances, clothes so interesting and eye-catching that one just had to find out what laid underneath.

It was working. Then again, putting in effort usually did.

Suddenly, Navah realized that the bat was looking straight at him. He quickly averted his gaze. The jackal viewed every encounter like this like a dance, a display of lust, cunning, and prowess... or perhaps dominance. And now that the bat knew he was interested, he had the upper hand. Navah did not like being obvious, cursing under his breath - but equally excited - as he watched the bat move towards him with a subtle grin on his handsome muzzle.

Up close, it was more obvious that the bat was the fruit variant. He approached Navah at his little corner table and placed his drink on it. If the slender snout didn't give it away, the fruity scent of his drink certainly did, but unlike most fruit bats that Navah had encountered, this one certainly had that sharp, almost predatory glint in his eyes. The jackal also noted that the bat was heavily pierced; a ring in his nose, a stud in his lower lip, several rings through one eyebrow, and he thought he caught the glimmer of metal through his nipples too, even if the net made it hard to tell for sure.

"You like what you see, I take it?" he grinned.

"Who wouldn't? That's why you wear those clothes, isn't it?" Navah retorted. This, too, was part of the dance. Just the right amount of wit. Not so much as to seem overbearing, much less obnoxious, but just enough to tease each other.

The bat, rather than replying immediately, reached out to trace a finger over the smooth latex Navah was wearing, down the length of his chest. "Mhm, the kind of clothes that really reveal what you desire," he grinned, though clearly reflecting Navah's sentiment towards his own choice of attire, which was a valid point. Neither of them were exactly dressed casually.

Navah couldn't help but shiver at the touch. The bat took a step closer.

"One might choose to wear an outfit only for himself, too," the jackal answered.

"Yes. But I get the feeling that you wouldn't be staring at other patrons if you were just here to feel sexy, would you?" the bat grinned.

"Maybe not, but neither would you approach those who stare," Navah answered. His paw slipped down to splay against the bat's chest.

Thus, they circled each other for a good few moments, each trying to get the other to reveal more of their desires while playing their own cards close to their chests. From what Navah could divine, the still-nameless bat was flexible, as far as positions went. He was into other males, certainly, though anyone_could've guessed that much. The most curious observation was that as they talked, the bat's touches grew more intimate and openly _lusty, culminating in him guiding the jackal's hand to rest on his thigh. He felt warm, even though the fabric of his strapped pants.

Perhaps that meant he was into public acts, too. The thrill of getting caught, possibly. The club didn't have an outright ban on displays of affection, though patrons were encouraged to maintain at least some level of privacy and cover.

Such as a bat's wings. Navah could already see it; somehow wrapped in the bat's wings as he slowly rocked against them, the rest of the club only seeing their embrace.

"I'm Lazarus, by the way," the bat smiled. "Yes, old-fashioned parents. Very old-fashioned. You can just call me Laz if you'd like," he added, already anticipating the jackal's next question.

"Navah," the jackal replied.

"Ooh, someone had even more old-fashioned parents, I see," Laz grinned. "Unless it's a chosen name. In which case, I'd say it suits you. Desirable..."

The jackal wasn't the type to really blush, but he still felt those pleasant tingles as the bat's compliment.

Lazarus, after a little bit more teasing and conversation, decided to take his shirt off entirely. He wasn't exactly muscular, but he was toned and slender. Somewhere between a feminine build and that of swimmer, all covered in perfectly groomed and soft-looking black fur. His nipples stood out, pink like his tongue and perhaps his shaft, and indeed, they had industrial-style barbell piercings punched through them, leaving them in a perpetually erect-looking state. It was a beautiful sight, to be certain; Lazarus clearly took care of himself, though if it was so he could do this at the club or for his own sake wasn't as clear.

Either way, Navah certainly appreciated it. He traced his fingers through the bat's warm chestfur, leaving little furrows in it where his fingers touched. At the same time, Lazarus' hand found its way under the jackal's pants, stealing a lusty grope of his rump.

"Guess it's fairly obvious what you're interested in," Navah commented. "Or perhaps you're just projecting?"

"Mm-hm. You're the one who's letting me do it," Laz replied, digging his fingers - and with them, his blunt claws - into the jackal's cheek. "I don't see you trying to move my hands. I bet you wouldn't even protest if I did this..."

He paused, perhaps for dramatic effect, and then grasped the jackal's wrist and guided it to his crotch. The bat was hard, rather obviously and shamelessly so, and feeling his palm press against that firm, heated hardness sent another shiver through the jackal's body. He could practically feel his need. Normally, he wouldn't be quite so straightforward, but if the bat wanted it... why not? His own pants were feeling rather tight, too, though he wouldn't quite so readily admit it. Not that the bat didn't know, he had to be aware the jackal was just as aroused.

Lazarus was certainly watching his expression carefully, fingers interlacing with Navah's own, as if encouraging him to squeeze, and the jackal certainly wanted to, but he didn't. Not yet.

"See?" the bat purred. "You want it."

"I'm not the one who is hard as steel," he lied. "I think you just want to be enjoyed," Navah replied, though he didn't make any motion to move his occupied hand. "You know, there is one thing your outfit is missing."

"Oh? What's that?" Laz smiled.

Navah tapped at his own neck, at his collar. It didn't have a ring for a leash, but that was a modification for himself. "I could get you one, too."

"Mm. You think I'm the pet type?" Lazarus grinned, showing a full array of sharp fangs. "Submissive and receptive? You're the one wearing a collar, aren't you?"

The jackal didn't reply. His hand moved to touch the bat's neck. A gentle squeeze, a caress from his chin to his collarbone, over his throat. Now, it was Lazarus' turn to shiver. Perhaps he was imagining himself with a warm leather collar, protective and safe, over his neck. Perhaps not. He didn't quite recoil, but he resisted. As if the thought of it somehow displeased him. Negative experiences in the past? Navah decided not to push the issue, and it was easy to let it fall by the wayside with how things were heating up between him and the winged beast.

Slowly, word by word, sip by sip, it heated up more and more. It was, in essence, a chance encounter, a quick dance of affections between two individuals who didn't really know anything about each other, bar for going to the same club, and yet the magnetism was undeniable, inexorable. The both of them knew that they'd end up doing more, too, though neither could quite settle on which side of the final, primal dance they'd be on. Both had a preference, certainly, but neither was opposed to letting a worthy predator end up on top.

Soon enough, they were pressed against each other. Neither could deny the obvious heat and hardness of the other. Lips met lips, both pairs hot and wet, sending mutual tingles of delight through the two males. The bat, though, had a secret weapon. His tongue was not only prehensile and deliberately coiling around the jackal's own, but also pierced, and he knew exactly how to use that piercing to draw a quiet, muffled moan from Navah.

The night was too young to end, though, yet both knew that if they didn't distract themselves with something else they'd both be racing towards the finish far too soon. It was Navah who broke the kiss first, inviting his new friend to dance, instead. The music was, after all, still booming, even if they hadn't paid attention to it. The spell broke, if only briefly, and both jackal and bat were once again aware of their surroundings. Not that it helped their burning lust any, but it was something they could do.

Moments later they were on the dancefloor, warm and flexible bodies moving to the industrial rhythm of the music. There was a crowd around them, but for those two, nothing really existed except the other. Lazarus found himself admiring the jackal's dance, every movement fluid and perfectly in sync with the beat, twisting and gyrating as if he was born to do it.

Lazarus wasn't quite as skilled at the more physical dance, but he held his own, using his natural advantage - his wings - to punctuate each motion, while at the same time, retaining some personal space from the other dancers. He, while lacking the jackal's trained grace, had a kind of natural majesty that Navah was equally intrigued by. His full chiropteran form unfurled as it moved, even his ears twitching to the tracks, and the lights, when they fell upon him, illuminated him in new and alluring ways. The jackal's interest was drawn to his leathery wings and the diffusion of the lasers through them. To the sharp angles of his slender muzzle. To how his teeth stood out in perfect ivory white, almost luminous in the neon glow.

The dance, as their verbal one had, quickly grew more intimate. They were grinding against each other, though still fully dressed. The lust that'd briefly fallen into the background flared up again, with their hips twitching and hands clutching every inch of the other, caressing fur and fabric both. It was a feeling easy to lose oneself into; despite the crowd, they felt all but alone, attentions fixated on each teasing motion and each daring step towards the inevitable. It wasn't necessarily a harmonic dance; rather, it was wild and primal, a kind of attempt at bondage just as their verbal exchanges were. Where they'd previously tried to pin each other down to reveal the other's desires, this was more physical, trying to manoeuvre each other into a compromising - submissive or receptive - position, and neither had managed to gain the upper hand by the time both the bat and jackal began to feel exhausted. Physically so, at least.

Despite it all, Navah was aching with the desire. Lazarus was, too. Soon neither would be able to resist those urges. Yet the bat managed to tug Navah to the bar, to sit down, to cool off for only a moment with a fresh pair of drinks. In the end, of course, the alcohol only served to erode their already frayed inhibitions, but that was the goal, wasn't it? Once again their heat mingled in a brief, excited kiss, along with the flavours of their drinks; fruity sweetness from the bat contrasting with the almost acidic, zesty taste of the jackal's wine. Those kisses, no matter how flexible the bat's tongue or how experienced the jackal's lips, served only to take the edge off.

They were hardly alone in such scandalous behaviour, not at this club. All around them, other couples were exploring each other's bodies, though none with the graceful subtlety and elegance of the two. No, somewhere in the back, Lazarus could hear masculine grunting as someone thrust into his partner, rapid breathing signalling a quick release. Navah's sharp eyes spotted several more in various stages of foreplay. The atmosphere always grew more racy, more indecorous and indecent towards the small hours of the morning.

Yet, his curiosity was more focused on the bat. That thing with the collar. And so, Navah asked. By now Lazarus had warmed up enough that he, in combination with the alcohol, was willing to tell him about it.

"I was a pet once," the bat explained. "But young and desperate, and so I'd ended up with a bad owner. Well, he wasn't all bad, perhaps... but hardly caring about what was best for me."

Navah nodded. He could scarcely understand how someone could hurt such a handsome, friendly bat. This was, though, as Lazarus explained, why he didn't like wearing collars. There was no grand mystery to it; his previous owner had a tendency to set them too tight, or to yank him too hard by them.

"That is also why I'm not so eager to submit to anyone," he added. The memories might've been painful, but they were old enough that Lazarus could smile as he talked about them.

"I can respect that," Navah answered, and then couldn't help but add an observation of his own. "...bottoming isn't submission, of course."

That practically made the bat's eyes gleam with... excitement, most likely. "Mh. That's a good attitude to have, since you do seem rather dominant yourself. A good attitude, or an excuse."

That last part was accompanied by another toothy, cocky grin. The jackal couldn't help but find it utterly charming.

Navah was_dominant, and he _was happy to end up on the bottom with someone like Lazarus here, but he never made it easy for them. After all, a hunter who only caught easy prey was no better than the one who ordered fast food. It was that admiration for the art of seduction that drove the jackal, often enough. Well, granted, being rutted also felt good, but only if it was by someone worthy. A former pet who'd not only survived a bad owner, but also retained his interested in the subject certainly got close all by itself.

After a few more words exchanged, they finished their drinks and returned to the dancefloor, but this time, it only took a few moments before Lazarus decided to step up the intimacy of it another notch. He guided the jackal's hands to his hips and then turned around, pressing his rump against Navah's crotch. It wasn't quite an invitation; he didn't dare do anything quite so publicly, which the bat was perfectly aware of. It was the kind of tease that Navah couldn't respond to the way he wanted to. Instead he found himself grinding against Lazarus' ass - soft and well-rounded, in contrast to the rest of his lithe form - as they danced. It was nowhere near as good as proper sex, of course, but with how fired up he was, it was an effort to keep it subtle and quiet enough for nobody else to notice.

He couldn't quite work out the bat's intentions, though. If the intention was to make him cum in his pants, he could certainly accomplish that. Navah's balls already felt tight and full. It didn't seem like the kind of ending he wanted for the night, though.

While Navah couldn't divine it, Lazarus did have a very particular plan that'd slowly formed as they'd been chatting and dancing the night away. The jackal had too much self-control and discipline to naturally end up on the receiving end, and so, he was working on eroding that. It was a double-edged sword, granted, because feeling that firm masculine heat against his admittedly rather needy ass was getting him going too. He could feel himself throbbing and probably leaking too, going by the sense of wetness spreading around his cocktip.

But there was only one real way this could go as long as they were on the dancefloor, which was exactly why he'd chosen it, rather than dragging the jackal to his home or perhaps out to the parking lot. Anywhere they had natural privacy, but in public like this, only one position would allow them to do anything more intimate than grind.

He swung around again, this time positioning himself behind Navah, finally wrapping his large wings around the jackal. If Navah had been horny before, he was beyond that now, too worked up to protest even when he quickly caught on to what Lazarus' plan was.

He was more than fine with it, in the end, if the bat had the cunning and bravery to actually go through with it, and feeling his hardness press under his tail, its heat tangible even through two layers of fabric, wasn't exactly unpleasant either, especially not with how badly he needed some kind of relief. He didn't usually end up in this position, either, which made it all the more thrilling. Besides, he had still gotten the bat to reveal his plans and desires first, which was a victory regardless of who ended up on the receiving end.

Navah felt Lazarus' nimble paws unbutton his pants, next. The wing-hug hid everything from view, and surely nobody would suspect a thing. After all, it was perfectly natural for bats to do this even when they weren't horny. To anyone else it'd look only like a slow, intimate dance. They wouldn't know, like the jackal did, that his tight pants were soon tugged down.

"Ooh, latex underwear, too? Is that for the feeling too, or as a reward for those who get this far?" the bat churred, long tongue licking the jackal's ear. His cock throbbed, now only separated from Navah's sleek fur and bare hole by a thin layer of black rubber.

"Everything can have more than one goal, can't it? It worked on you, going by how you're throbbing," Navah spoke in return, in whispered tones only barely audible over the rapid beat of the music.

"I am doing exactly what you wanted me to, aren't I? I guess we both need it," Lazarus replied, and Navah could practically hear his smile as he dug his thumb-claws into the waist of Navah's underwear and pulled them down. It was almost impressive how he never missed a beat, continuing to slow-dance while pressed tightly against the jackal's slender form.

It wasn't exactly true, what he'd said. Navah hadn't gone into it expecting anything specific. The joy of encounters with new, sexy people was seeing just how it'd turn out - but if Lazarus wanted to think of it that way, as himself falling for the jackal's charms, who was Navah to argue?

From that point on it was all but impossible to change how things were going to go, anyway, with the two males practically burning up with lust. They could hear each other huffing and panting as the bat's cock came to rest between the jackal's cheeks, the touch alone sending tingles through them both. Navah's own shaft was rubbing up against the bat's wing with just as much eagerness, slicking the leathery skin with precum.

Navah felt the bat's hands tremble as he guided his cock against the jackal's pucker. He was slick enough with precum that nothing more was needed. Then, with a buck of his hips, he sank inside. Navah gasped at how fulfilling it felt as that throbbing, pent-up length was suddenly inside him. An inch, then another, inexorably penetrating him there, in plain view of everyone and yet invisible to them. Another thrust, and he was hilted, buried inside the jackal up to his bunched-up sheath. Already Navah felt his wet heat spreading inside him. No wonder, with how much they'd teased each other, they were both all but _drooling_with precum... and now, all that slippery heat was ending up deep inside him, making the penetration all the more slick.

When the DJ picked a slower song - as if choosing it just for the mating couple - Lazarus immediately matched his rhythm to the bassline. Navah had to grit his teeth to not moan out too loudly as the bat's length rubbed over his most sensitive spot. The harmony was perfect, pleasure surging through him, perfectly synchronized with the music. Just like a regular dance, only more intimate and sticky. Easy to lose oneself in.

Gone was all that verbal teasing and wit, consumed by the raging desire and cresting pleasure. The bat's fangs grazed Navah's ear, then his neck - tugging on his collar - and then, his shoulder, pinching everything they could reach. The jackal returned the favour by letting his jaws gently clamp down around the arm of Lazarus' wing. His tight entrance clenched around his cock, too, with each surge of pleasure. They wouldn't last long. Nobody would last long when this worked up.

The next song was faster, and so were the bat's thrusts, following the bassline. Quicker, sharper, more possessive in the throes of pleasure, his pulsing cock pistoning into Navah's heated body over and over, racing towards the inevitable conclusion. Lazarus could scarcely believe how tight the jackal felt, or that they were doing it right there on the dancefloor. It was one of those times when everything lined up just perfectly, when the moment-to-moment pleasure and enjoyment left no space for any worries or concerns. Just like a good dance should.

Soon the bat's hips were moving at a machinegun pace, the tight and warm sensations around his cock too delicious to resist. Only barely did he manage to make it seem like they were still dancing, but then again - nobody was really paying attention to them. They were, despite the shattering pleasure, pressure, and tension that they both felt, just another couple to everyone else in the club. A few more sharp, angled, feverish rutting thrusts, each one clumsier, needier, and more desperate than the last, and then, the bat growled, his breath hot against Navah's ear.

Navah felt that tangible anticipation, knowing exactly what was about to happen when the bat slammed his hips against the jackal's rump, hilting as deep as he could go, so deep that his balls pressed against Navah's own. The jackal felt his lover's chiropteran cock swell inside him, and then throb, much faster than the music this time, but still somehow perfectly aligning with it. With the second jerk, there was that familiar hint of heat inside him. The jackal pressed himself tightly against Lazarus, wanting to feel every shiver and tremble as he filled him. He was close too, painfully close. His balls were already drawing up, tightening against his body. There it was, that sweet and agonizing, pressured pleasure of passing the point of no return. In only a second or two, he would-

-cum. He erupted hard against Lazarus' wing, splattering the black with his pearly seed. Not one drop of it touched the floor, though the bat would probably have to pay the restrooms a quick visit to wipe himself clean. Not that Navah cared in that moment of bliss; he was groaning, rocking back and forth on his lover's pumping shaft, riding out that beautiful orgasm for as long as it'd last, and his rapid clenching hopefully prolonging the bat's climax too.

The music reached a lull just as their mutual climax ended. Reality set in, if slowly. There was always a kind of humor to it, how quickly one lost all other considerations as an orgasm approached. What'd felt like heaven only moments ago felt a little awkward now; the warm wetness under the jackal's tail, and the cum splattered on the bat's wing, both of them best hidden. Lazarus kept his wings tightly wrapped around them both while Navah struggled with pulling his tight pants back up, only barely managing with how wobbly his knees felt after his orgasm.

When the bat finally withdrew, he did so slowly so as to not make a mess, pulling his softening length out inch by inch and allowing Navah plenty of time to tug his pants up enough to cover himself before unwrapping his wings. It wasn't without a certain smugness though, a classical masculine pride over having planted his seed inside the jackal. Navah, though his body was still tingling with post-coital excitement, had some plans of his own, though.

"Would you like me to clean you, too?" he smiled, putting on his most submissive act, as if he just couldn't resist the thought of the bat's cock in his mouth.

"Why not?" Lazarus replied, extending his wings to hide the two from view once more as Navah dropped to his knees. For the briefest moment, the jackal actually _did_feel tempted to give him a lick... but he had other plans. He leaned in, letting the bat feel his warm breath against his well-used cock, as if he really was about to wrap his tongue around it.

Instead of doing anything of the sort, though, Navah reached into his bag while the bat's wings prevented him from seeing anything - he always brought some supplies of his own to the club, and as a regular they allowed him to do so - and quickly, in one deft motion, clasped a chastity cage over the bat's sheath. He grinned widely at the how Laz squirmed with the touch of cold metal against his sensitized, tender bits.

"Very sneaky," he huffed. "And to think some call us fly-by-night operators," he added, of course referring to bats.

Navah responded by gently cupping his drained balls, stroking his fingers over the smooth surface of both them and the golden metal, before standing up again. "I figured since you don't like collars, you could at least have something else to keep you warm and safe. More your style, anyway..."

"So how about the key?" Laz asked, leaning back against the wall to steady himself, legs still feeling a little wobbly. Navah followed suit, standing next to him.

"Seems like I left the key at home," the jackal grinned. He ended up receiving the bat's cock, sure, still feeling the warmth of his chiropteran seed inside him. Navah didn't really mind that, but in a way, it left him in a submissive, receptive position... which meant he needed to somehow give the bat a little something in turn, and this was it.

Lazarus didn't seem to really mind, although he certainly wouldn't be rising again anytime soon with the tight golden cage over his sheath. He glanced down at the cage, giving it a little tug to see just how tightly it was secured over his package, and his grin only widened. "Well, someone's going to be terribly pent up soon enough... and it won't just be me, going by how much you clearly enjoy this."

"Mm-hm," Navah rumbled. "Just to give you some encouragement to meet me here again, next weekend... of course, you could go to an awkward appointment with a locksmith, but where's the fun in that?"

"Touché," Laz replied, taking another sip of his by now lukewarm fruit cocktail, and then leaning in to give the jackal an affectional smooch on the lips, leaving the lingering taste of... what was that, pineapple and banana, outlined by the burn of alcohol? "Maybe I'll bring a collar next time."

"For yourself, I'd hope," Navah smiled. "Make sure it comes with a D-ring too. I'm always open for more adoring pets."

And so the two continued until the small hours of the morning, continuing to circle each other even after their climaxes, as they teased mercilessly, even though both were quite drained by this point, the both of them enjoying the dance far too much. Eventually, of course, they did begin to feel too tired to remain at the club, and without any specific promises, they eventually left together before going their separate ways.

It seemed, all in all, that the old club still could provide some new thrills, Navah thought, on his way home. He wasn't sure if he'd see the bat again, but going by his previous experiences, he was confident enough that he just might. If not... well, some locksmith would have a fun story to tell, and as for the jackal himself? He'd remember his nocturnal lover for a while to come, even after the pleasant ache and warmth of his backside faded.