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********************************************************************* - Love's Shadow part 5. c. Grey K. 1997. ******************************************************************** - Love's Shadow part V; Jace bristled slightly as Patrick threw his arms around his neck and kissed him hard on the lips. Patrick felt surprise telegraph through the skunk's lean body, "Umm-Mmph!" He was caught by a fleeting second of resistance then was light-headed as Jace returned his kiss more heatedly than the feline was expecting or could have hoped for. Patrick felt Jace's arms encircle his waist and the caress of the skunk's bushy black and white tail as it wrapped about his legs. The skunk had a wonderful, warm sensation buzzing in his head as Patrick's lips pressed against his own. He wanted nothing more than to just hold the attractive young feline that was kissing him so passionately. Jace stiffened slightly when he felt Patrick's arms move down from his neck to encircle his hips. The feline's hands moved to rest on his rump, roving across his back-side and tail. Jace groaned as Patrick massaged the base of his black and white tail and squeezed his rear gently through the tight material of his jeans. Patrick pulled back suddenly, "What?!, Are you OK?, Did I hurt you?!, Was it too fast?" Jace shook his snowy head smiling at Patrick, "No, no., I liked what you were doing., But let's slow down for a minute., Don't want to get ahead of ourselves do we?" Patrick stroked the fur on the skunk's neck slowly, "No, you're right., I wouldn't want ruin things by rushing too much." Jace nodded brushing the feline's ears and hair with his fingers, "Come on., We can still talk while I shower." Jace led the feline into the bathroom off of his room. As they entered Patrick understood what the skunk had meant. Jace's personal bathroom was a bit more casual and lived in than the common bath. Patrick caught the scent of shampoo, soap, and of the skunk himself rather than the smell of disinfectant or air-freshener drifting in the room. The feline laughed as he saw the entire room was done in black and white. The floor, walls and ceiling were covered in black marble tile with white accented borders. The fixtures were white porcelain with black accents and handles. All the towels and the mats covering the floor were black with double white stripes running around the edges. The feline was near doubled over as he looked around the room. Two things struck him most. The oval shaped mat in front of the sink and a small towel hanging next to the mirror. Both were done in solid dark black and had a set of wide vertical stripes running down their lengths, they nearly perfectly resembled the marks down Jace's bushy black and white tail. Jace steadied Patrick with a hand, seeing the feline wipe his eyes of moisture, "You like?, A little joke on my brother and my parts." He felt a thrill move up his spine as the feline bumped against his side playfully, "I like, a lot." Jace's bathroom was more spacious than the common bath. Including having enough room for a large full tub and shower done in the same motif as the rest of the room, white fixtures with black accents. The tub was set against one wall with a small sky-light illuminating it from above. The sliding door partition was rippled glass, still clear, but relying on the heavy refraction pattern of the glass to obscure what was behind. The partition itself ran only to about chest height, leaving space from the top of the partition to the ceiling. Anyone standing in the shower could easily carry on a conversation with someone outside. Patrick sat down on a small tiled ledge against one wall and watched as Jace readied for his shower. The skunk bent and pulled a large, red striped towel out from a small linen cabinet in the corner. Seating himself on the edge of the toilet Jace proceeded to lever off his shoes and socks, tossing the latter into the hamper and standing the former next to the sink. He stood once again, grinning unabashedly at Patrick before pulling his shirt off over his head. Patrick's breath caught in his chest for a moment as he saw Jace's bare torso and back for the first time. Jace had amazing body, it was sculpted and well muscled but lithe and svelte. Patrick could see the bulges of muscle flexing and moving sinuously beneath the skunk's sable and ivory coat as he moved. He saw the ebony fur on Jace's neck and back highlighted by the 2 wide slashes of stripe that extended from his back hairline down. The handwidth slashes of white ran down the skunk's toned back before tapering and disappearing beneath the modified waist of his jeans. They reappeared to widen and run down the length of his bushy tail before tapering again and melding together at it's tip. Patrick was caught by the large patch of thick, silky white fur that covered Jace's chest. Diamond shaped, the large swath of snow white fur started at Jace's collar, extending out to meet his shoulders on either side. Then it narrowed sharply as it ran down his stomach before disappearing under the waist of his jeans like his stripes did. The feline wondered idly just how far the white patch extended down Jace's front-side. He was curious that Jace's pale nipples were visibly hard where they showed against the skunk's chest but it wasn't particularly cold in the bathroom. The feline's curiosity took a back-seat to his sex-drive as the skunk turned slightly under the light. The ridges and plains of Jace's stomach and chest were highlighted by the lustrous glow of the overhead light off of his short fur. The skunk smiled broadly at Patrick who was sitting almost statue like against the wall. The feline swallowed nervously, finally breathing again as he gazed at his skunk companion. Jace strode slowly toward Patrick looking him in the eye, "Uh, Patrick would you mind doing something or me?" The still oddly quiet feline shook his head dazedly and Jace presented his toned back to him, keeping his tail held low and still with some effort. Looking back over his shoulder he observed Patrick, "See that little clasp there above my tail?, Would you undo that for me?, I can never get that one myself without trouble." Most clothing was modified for tails of some kind. Jace's tail being fuller and larger than most often represented a hassle when it came to getting in and out of pants or shorts. He felt the feline's hands brush across his lower back, tracing the path of his stripes. "Sorry, I couldn't resist." Patrick was smiling as he worked at the stubborn clasp on Jace's jeans, making the skunk think perhaps it wasn't as caught up as the feline was making it seem, "That's OK, I don't mind a little exploring." The clasp finally came free and Patrick lowered his hands, brushing them across Jace's rump first, though. Jace lobbed his shirt after his socks into the black hamper. With his tail freed Jace unbuttoned his jeans and unzipped his fly allowing his pants to drop to the floor. He shook himself, feeling good as the air in the bathroom eased across his fur. Patrick felt unsteady as he watched Jace adjust his under-shorts, hitching them around his waist. The skunk flipped the edge of the towel over the bath partition then stepped into the large tub. He could see the droop in Patrick's ears as he drew the sliding door across, then removed his shorts. Jace chucked them playfully over the partition at the feline. Patrick grinned friskily as he snatched Jace's flying underclothes out of the air a split second before they hit his chest. Jace turned on the shower, hearing the soft hiss of the water, "Hope you're not too disappointed at my keeping you in suspense like this." He looked over at the feline who shook his head, indicating he had heard the skunk over the shower. Patrick watched Jace step closer to the shower head, allowing the water to wash through the fur on his upper body, then ducked his head beneath the torrent. Jace sputtered slightly as he stepped back, water dripping down across his face and neck and into his eyes as it ran from his medium length black and white streaked hair. He jumped slightly as he rubbed moisture from his face, clearing his vision. Patrick had gotten up and now was less than arms length from him as he was showering, inching forward cautiously. The skunk stepped forward, resting his chin on the top of the shower partition and watching the feline curiously, "Yes?, Can I help you?" Patrick moved a few wet tendrils of hair out of Jace's face looking into his bright green eyes. With Jace leaning on the shower door slightly the two were level and eye to eye with neither having to bend or look up or down at the other. Jace felt as though he could get lost in the gold depths of Patrick's eyes as he stood caught in the feline's brilliant gaze. Patrick sounded nervous as he spoke, "There is something I feel I should share with you, yes." The skunk reached over the shower wall, smoothing Patrick's hair and the fur on his face and forehead, "What is it?, Don't be afraid., You can tell me anything." The steel grey furred feline inhaled deeply as if gathering his nerve, "I really like you Jace and I want you to like me, so no secrets., My father and I were arguing when he died, over me., He made me angry and I told him something I knew he couldn't handle and it was too much." Jace allowed Patrick to grip his hand, feeling the feline shake slightly as he continued, "I told my father that I, I was, well, seeing another male from my class at school., It wasn't anything serious. Just sort of a first time infatuation, curiosity mainly, exploring, that type of thing., I don't think either of us really knew what we were doing or feeling., We were both young, just barely starting to come into our own sex-wise., "That's why my father snapped and beat me., He couldn't stand the thought of my being different, of my liking to be with other males rather than females., I'm the youngest of my brothers and none of them are like me., I guess it was a threat to his masculinity, having a son who prefers males over females, can't provide grandchildren or carry on the blood-line or something., I don't see why, my parents had six kids besides me. Four sons and three daughters, it's not like they weren't getting grandkids., I just don't know." Patrick fell silent, not looking up at Jace, "I-I just wanted to be truthful with you., I haven't had any other relationships since my 'accident'., That's what my mother tells everyone, I had an accident." He pronounced the word 'accident' as though it were some blasphemous curse, "Probably more like they felt I was an accident., The other male and I didn't even have sex or anything, it wasn't much of a relationship., Not much more than some kissing and pawing, some heavy petting, that's about the limit of my sexual repertoire with another male." The feline was unsettled by Jace's silence, expecting the worst. He felt Jace stroking his ears and relaxed a little at the skunk's soft voice, "So, that was it., That was what made your father so angry., You told him you were gay., That's all..." Patrick nodded slowly, "Yeah." Jace continued, "Like I said earlier, nothing in the world can make what your father did right., Least of all you just being honest about how you feel about yourself and others., We can't always help who we love., Love's a capricious thing, we can't control or predict it, sometimes it just happens., Here..." Patrick's ears quirked back and forth as he listened to the skunk's soothing tone, he looked up as he felt Jace's hand under his chin, "I've never shown this to anyone else before, ever, you're the first., No one outside my brother and my mother knows about this." Patrick felt funny at the trust Jace was showing to him, the skunk gestured to him to lean closer. As he did so Jace felt the fur along the side of his muzzle with his fingers. Finding a spot alongside his nose and just off to the side of the bridge of his muzzle he gestured for Patrick to feel where he had his ebon clad fingers, "Here, it's OK, it won't hurt me., Feel right here along the side of my muzzle." Patrick reached forward hesitantly, gently putting his fingers where Jace had indicated. He felt a series of small bumps running along the skunk's muzzle onto his cheek. As he pushed at the fur there Patrick could see small dark spots along Jace's skin beneath his black fur. He heard Jace's voice change in pitch in a way he hadn't heard from the skunk yet, "Scars., My father did that to me when I told him about me., He only hit me once, but that was enough., It was a sort of round-house backhand, and he used to wear this huge college ring for football or something., Hit me square, broke my nose and part of my jaw there where you felt. I was eating through a straw for a couple months." Patrick still had his hand on Jace's face as he listened, looking into the skunk's green eyes. He still felt odd, but in a good way, as though something in that revelation had broken him loose from some restraint. Jace felt the same way, knowing that he had struck a chord with his new companion. Patrick looked ready to cry again, "Oh, Jace., I had no idea, y-you...," Jace smiled, "I told you I knew what it was like to be seen as something of a freak and to be hurt badly." The feline was nearly nose to nose with him, Jace barely heard Patrick's voice, "Thank-you." "You're welcome." The feline's hand was rubbing at Jace's neck and the skunk massaged the marred fur on Patrick's injured cheek. It was an almost awe inspiring moment, Jace closed his eyes and let his forehead come to rest against the grey furred feline's. Patrick felt a thrill move up his back at the contact. A warm sense of contentment was growing in his chest similar to the sensation he had felt earlier. He felt so safe and good there with the skunk, like nothing bad had ever happened to him, like his past suddenly disappeared at Jace's touch. He felt whole with the skunk despite the short time he had known him. Patrick felt Jace shift, putting his arms over the partition, then he felt the skunk's hands settle on his back. The skunk moved his hands in little circular motions up and down Patrick's back and neck. Jace felt Patrick settle a little as he moved his hands over the feline's back. A slight sigh followed by a rumbling purr issued from Patrick's chest. They stood like that for a moment before Patrick heard Jace's voice, "Uh, Patrick?, I know I'm wet but would you mind if I..." "Thought you'd never ask." The feline lunged forward locking muzzles with the skunk holding the long kiss for what seemed an eternity. Patrick felt Jace's warm breath on his face as they kissed. The skunk snorted slightly as a few silky strands of Patrick's silvery hair fell and settled across his nose. Jace saw Patrick smile slightly despite their lip-lock, then he pulled back. The skunk grinned at his new friend, "You're getting used to this, eh?, Just wait, it gets better., Now if you'll excuse me, I still need to shower., Back in a sec." Jace kissed Patrick on the forehead, adding a little lick to the side of the feline's muzzle as he stepped back further into the shower once again. Patrick still hovered about a meter or so back from the tub doors allowing the skunk some modesty. He watched his companion move about in the shower, seeing Jace's lithe form obscured by the rippled glass of the partition. The feline could see his skunk friend's outlined form against the white of the shower and tub. A black silhouette broken by slashes of white. The young skunk cleaned himself quickly beneath the torrent of water issuing from the shower-head. Jace finished things off by shampooing his head and neck, then dipping his head under the stream of steaming water. Patrick looked over as he heard the shower tap squeak and the hiss of the water cease. Wringing the excess water from his hair and tail Jace took his towel and dried off, trying to keep from tangling his fur as he rubbed it with the cloth. He shook his head and tail but refrained from mimicking the gesture with the rest of his body due to the fact that the shower partition only ran so high. The skunk knew from past experience that shaking his wet fur like that would only get water everywhere. Jace stepped from the shower as he wrapped his toned lower body with the damp towel. Patrick caught himself staring at Jace's firm chest, eyes wandering to where the cloth of the towel concealed the skunk's shapely rear and tail. Jace strode to the door, plucking up another robe similar to the one he had lent to Patrick, but this one was colored in the motif of the bathroom. It was solid black with white trim on the cuffs of the sleeves, around the outer hem and had a white belt. Jace wrapped the robe around himself allowing the towel to drop to the floor as he tied the belt in front of himself. Patrick came up beside him as Jace knelt slightly to pick the towel from the tile, "Feel better now that you're all clean?" Jace encircled the feline's waist with an arm and kissed him gently on the cheek, "Much better., You hungry at all?" Patrick nodded, "A little, but I can wait unless you're starved." Jace shrugged as they moved back into the bedroom and sat on the bed once again. The black and white furred morph looked at the feline, "Time for clothes?, You'll have to borrow some of mine but that shouldn't be a problem." Patrick nodded looking at the skunk, "That's fine but what's your hurry?" He squirmed slightly as Jace glanced at him, "What's on your mind?, You have some resistance to getting dressed now?" Patrick looked at the skunk then the ceiling, "I dunno, seems a shame to get dressed so quickly., Sometimes it's nice to just enjoy being clean and not have to worry about things for a while., That's all." Jace didn't look terribly convinced, "I think I get it." Patrick looked embarrassed, his tail thumping on the floor as Jace continued, "You're afraid that if we get dressed that'll be it., That we'll forget everything we said to each other just now., You're afraid I'll play dumb once I have clothes on again., Is that it?, You've seen the merchandise and you like but you're afraid I won't do this once we're dressed again." Jace moved on the bed putting an arm around Patrick's back and pulling him close. Patrick felt tingles move up his neck at Jace's touch as the skunk pulled him close and pressed their muzzles together once again. He felt taken aback slightly, this time was different. He could feel the heat in the skunk's embrace. Patrick was curious as he felt Jace's tongue against his lips. Not knowing what else to do he opened his lips and teeth slightly. Jace heard Patrick gasp as he invaded the feline's mouth with his tongue. He felt the hot, moist ridges and contours of Patrick's teeth and mouth. The feline resisted for a moment, unfamiliar with the new experience, then allowed Jace to explore his mouth. He felt the skunk's long tongue insinuating itself into the recesses his mouth, wrapping around his own tongue and snaking across his teeth. Jace heard Patrick panting slightly at the long, deep kiss. The feline's hands were moving across his face and neck, pawing and stroking his black fur. Patrick was getting more into the sensual embrace. He was mimicking the skunk as best as he could, trying not to get in Jace's way or look inapt in front of the obviously more experienced morph. Jace pulled back, feeling Patrick's sharp teeth glide across his tongue as he withdrew it from the feline's mouth. Patrick was breathing hard looking wide eyed at the skunk, "I-I've never done that before., That was amazing." Jace grinned, "I'm glad you think so, but like I said earlier it gets better." As he spoke the skunk loosened the belt of his robe with one hand drawing Patrick with him farther onto the bed with the other. The feline smiled nervously as the skunk's fingers finally freed the knot from the belt of his robe and the material fell open down Jace's front, exposing his bare body. Jace laid back, shrugging the dark cloth from his shoulders and looking at the nervous feline. He closed his eyes, sighing as he felt Patrick's tentative touches, feather light, moving across his body. The soft exploration felt good, but Jace felt Patrick pause, seeming to falter, not knowing how to proceed. With a start Jace remembered the feline was inexperienced and new to love-making with another male. Patrick smiled as he looked up seeing Jace's emerald eyes gazing lovingly at him. He felt Jace's soft furred hands guiding his own over the sensitive areas of the skunk's body, hearing him offer gentle guidance and encouragement in a throaty whisper, "Just think about what would feel good to you." Patrick worked his way down across Jace's body, exploring his tight chest and sculpted stomach, tracing the muscles under the white fur down to the skunk's groin. Patrick now saw that the white patch on Jace's body tapered down to end at the base of the skunk's black furred sheath. He paused again, seeing Jace's growing excitement. The skunk's pale maleness was slowly emerging from his soft furred cock-sheath. Nearly the entire head of Jace's cock was visible, pale and smooth, glistening slightly with moisture from the skunk's shower. Patrick was unsure of what to do next, how to please his friend and felt Jace's hand on his arm, "It's OK., Here, I won't break." Jace took the feline's hand in his own, showing Patrick how to hold his erection and what felt good, "Ahhhh, there, squeeze it there at the base, right there., Good, uhhhh, just like so ., Yeah, oh, yeah!, Squeeze a little harder, there you go, unhhhh-ahhhh." Jace stiffened as Patrick squeezed his cock gently, making it go hard as his sheath retracted all the way against his body. Patrick felt the skunk's erection go amazingly hard in his hand as he held the engorged member just as Jace had showed him and stroked it gently. He felt good as he heard Jace's cries and moans, continuing to manipulate the skunk's maleness. Feeling Jace go stiff against the bed Patrick gained confidence at his task, stroking the skunk, then after a few moments gingerly beginning to lap at the head of Jace's cock. Patrick knew from experience that his tongue was slightly rougher than a normal morph's and he held back not wanting to hurt Jace's sensitive skin. He was surprised when he felt the skunk's hand on the back of his head, urging him further, "Ahhh, oh God, that feels so gooood." Unbeknownst to his feline companion Jace was perfectly used to the feel of a feline tongue against the skin of his cock from his involvement with William. The skunk also noticed subtle differences in the texture of the two felines' tongues, the massive tiger's tongue had been more abrasive than Patrick's was. Jace assumed it was the differences in their fur. William's coat was thicker and fluffier, more suited to cold climate weather. Patrick's fur was shorter, finer and much more silky in texture. The skunk's thoughts were swamped by a wave of warm tingles surging down through his stomach and legs. Patrick was sucking him harder and faster now, using his mouth and tongue more liberally. Caught up on instinct Jace started to buck his hips in time with the feline, crying out as he was hammered by stronger tingles of heat spreading in his crotch. The feline could taste the steady flow of pre-cum leaking from the skunk's cock. The taste of Jace's semen, with the skunk's heated gasping and moaning along with the heavy scent of musk and sex pheromones hanging in the room was driving Patrick almost feral with excitement. What the feline was doing was something that he had needed and wanted for a long time. His own cock was growing almost painfully hard, becoming exposed to the air as the material of the robe rode up over his thighs. Jace felt the muscles in his stomach and thighs start to flutter dangerously and he grasped at the top of the feline's head, "Ahhhhh, Patrick, slow down, please!, I'm gonna cuuuuum!" Patrick eased up a little, keeping the skunk balanced precariously on the edge of orgasm, prolonging Jace's pleasure almost painfully. He heard the skunk moaning loudly as the trembling in his thighs slowed with his near climax, then gradually started to build again, "Ohhhhh, God!, Patrick!, Yes, ahhh!!" Patrick looked up at Jace's contorted face, seeing the straining muscles in his neck and jaw. The skunk's hair was becoming wild as it he moved his head against the pillows. One of Jace's hands was still locked onto the back of Patrick's head, holding his silver hair surprisingly gently, not forcing or shoving at all but still guiding. The feline was amazed at the level of control Jace maintained even in the throes of mind-numbing passion. The skunk's other hand was balled painfully, gripping the bed-clothes and making the muscles in his arm and chest stand out breathtakingly. Jace's slender stomach was heaving as he panted and gasped. Patrick heard the skunk's strained voice coming from between his tightly clenched jaws just when it seemed like Jace's diamond hard cock was about to burst from the pressure, "Uhhhh, uhhh, oh God!, Now, Patrick, please, NOW!!!" Feeling a thrill of excitement Patrick redoubled his efforts, hearing as Jace gasped, calling his name over and over. It was only a few moments before the skunk's body began bucking and the muscles in his stomach and thighs started to twitch hard, making his legs jerk. Jace stiffened and whined loudly as his cock began to pulse in Patrick's mouth. The feline gasped as the skunk came violently and his mouth and throat were flooded with jet after jet of Jace's hot seed. He swallowed repeatedly, barely able to keep up with the huge spurts of semen that filled his throat and threatened to overflow out his lips. Patrick was nearly out of breath, grateful as the bursts of warm fluid slowed then ceased as Jace's climax subsided. He was struck by the strong pheromone odor assaulting his nose and by the taste of the skunk's orgasm. He had been so caught up with swallowing the voluminous flow he hadn't noticed before. It was the first time he had tasted another male's semen as the male climaxed. Jace's seed had a strong taste to it, heady and very musky but not unpleasant. Not bitter at all as the feline expected it might be, but there was a slightly salty undertone to it that stayed on the tongue. The taste of the skunk's semen was different than his own. Patrick had tasted his own fluid once after he had masturbated just out of curiosity. He assumed if he were going to be involved with other males he would have to get used to the taste and smell of the viscous white liquid. Patrick wondered idly if there were differences in the way all the different species' semen tasted. Not that he planned in giving blow-jobs to every male of a different species than he, he was just new to this and had a healthy curiosity about it. Jace was laying very still, panting and heaving heavily as he rode the remnants of his climax. Patrick slumped down beside the skunk's body, putting his head on Jace's chest, stroking the skunk's fur and listening as his rasping breath gradually slowed. When he opened his eyes he found himself gazing directly the skunk's handsome face and stunning green eyes. Jace's emerald gaze was shining as he looked at his new feline lover, "You're sure you've never done this before?, That was the most amazing blow-job I've ever had." Patrick felt warm inside at hearing the skunk's words. He was pleased that he had given Jace so much pleasure despite this being his first time at this. Patrick had in fact done it with females in his past, once or twice, but they had been passionless, mechanical encounters. Primarily just hormone or emotional release on his part. Up till then he hadn't really cared about pleasing the persons' he had been with, he had just wanted it to be over as fast as possible. What he felt with the skunk was different, he had wanted Jace and wanted Jace to do passionate, loving things to him. With his timid beginning past him Patrick was doing what felt right and good and natural to him, loving and mating with someone who was attractive to him and was attracted to him. Jace was reeling from the encounter, dizzy from his orgasm. He had never felt so much warmth for someone he had known only such a short time. * * *

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