Bruised and Battered
This is my first ever story here, so all of you, please be kind with any comments you may leave, and keep them constructive. If I'm gonna get better at this, I need advice and some encouragement. That said, on with the story.....
A dark figure lay in his bed in a downtown hotel, sighing desperately to himself as he flicked through the multitude of mind numbing rubbish on the TV.
"Buy this! Buy twenty and get 1 free! While you're at it we'll throw in this utterly useless pair of plastic claw clippers! Geez, why do people fall for this crap every time...."
His head flopped to one side as he observed the clock. 20:20...
"Hmm, any minute now", he thought.
Right then the hotel phone rang, the polite tone of the operator making a pleasant change from the droll coming from the TV.
"Sir, there's a Mrs. Collins on the phone. Shall I connect the call?"
"Please....", he waited a few seconds for the click before speaking again, "Hi Darling, been waiting for you. Yeah, it's ok. Nice of them to pay for the hotel. Hmm? Oh, yeah, early start tomorrow. No, don't worry. I don't mind waiting up. Heh heh, no, well it's only a couple of days so I don't think I'll get that homesick. Heh, alright. Well give the kids my love. I'll see them Saturday. Love you too. Night..."
Flicking off the light, he rolled over in bed and passed into an unrestfull sleep.
A fox squirrel stood in the elevator of his workplace. The National Bank. As much as he loved the work, he never could get used to his workmates. He was very much a thinker; a dreamer, often getting lost in his own little world while his hands and the rest of his brain went about their daily task of number crunching and keyboard tapping. Though, all too often he was the target of his workmates practical jokes.
Marcus sighed, "Damn e-mails....why did that one have to leak through...."
Marcus was only a young fox squirrel, standing at just over 5 feet tall and little over 20 years old, he was in his prime. Apprentice to a very successful accountant and working for one of the biggest banks in the country. His looks were very much of the pretty-boy variety, often being mistaken for someone much younger than he actually was, or on very rare occasions being mistaken for a girl. It looked like he had everything going for him, except for that one day when a private e-mail went to the wrong address. It was a private e-mail to someone he was talking to online during his breaks, which may not sound out of the ordinary, except this one e-mail was to someone he was talking to through a gay singles website.
"10...11....12....13....", Marcus counted the ticking red number in the elevator to his floor, the closer it got, the more frightened he got, knowing what lay for him in the offices beyond.
"Another day. Another torrent of abuse....", he sighed again deeply this time, his floor number lighting the display.
Closing his eyes and taking a deep breath as though to prepare himself for some great task, Marcus strode out from between the sliding doors and quickly put on the most fake 'happy' expression he could, walking through the desk-lined office to his little corner desk at the end of the row of prisons. Prisons, as the young squirrel called them, were the office cubicles. He called them as such because unless you were going to lunch, the bathroom, or to go home, you weren't allowed to leave without a good reason.
"No pain, no gain as they say. What they didn't say is it would be mental pain....", he thought to himself, dumping his bag down on the floor and kicking it under his desk.
"Heya squirrely. Yooo-hoooo....".
The shrill and pathetic sound of a guy doing an impression of a girl rang through the office, Marcus turning to fire a look that might kill across to the source of the noise. Dennis was stood in his own box, waving his handkerchief with a limp wrist towards the squirrel and blowing kisses. All Marcus could do was shake his head in despair and sit. At least he couldn't see him anymore.
Dennis was an English bull terrier, and true to their nature, he was at times very aggressive. A stereotypical male chauvinist, he was always a hit with the 'dumb blondes' in the office and the weak-minded guys who needed someone to cling onto to make themselves look better. Marcus hated him. It was him who got the e-mail by mistake, and since that day, every day, the poor squirrel was subject to taunts and bullying on a daily basis. He could never ask any of his workmates for help as they all either were on Dennis' side, or simply didn't care. It was all those things that just made Marcus feel even more alone than he had before he got this job. As it often did, his mind wandered....
He had tried and tried his best to cure his loneliness. He had bought a few pets for home to keep him company. Didn't work. He tried joining a nearby tennis club, hoping to get into a team and perhaps make some friends there. Didn't work. He tried going out at weekends to hit the clubs. He was an instant hit with the guys, but he learnt the hard way that they were only interested in his body and nothing more. It was that which hurt the most. He was in a new city, with a new job, but with not a single friend and no love to come home to. That was all he wanted. He wasn't greedy. A simple life would have done him just fine. But no. Not for Marcus....
"Ya know, you keep spacin' out like that and the super' is gonna have your ass for breakfast"
Marcus broke from his thoughts and looked up with a smile. Ok, perhaps he had one friend.
"Ya don't look so happy there, babe. You o....oh, I get it...".
Cheryl was perhaps Marcus' only friend in the world right now. She was a beagle, and a very portly one at that. Just like you'd expect too, she was always in a good mood, happy to see anyone and help them out with their problems. Computer problems that is. She was the offices IT admin.
Flashing Dennis a fiery look of her own, Cheryl turned back to the sad looking squirrel, "Don't you worry, babe. I'll err...go 'fix' him later", she winked.
Marcus couldn't help but chuckle, "Thanks.....". Suddenly a bit lost for words, he tried to think of something to kill the silence which crept in, "So umm....up to much tonight?"
Cheryl sucked in a deep breath, placing paws on her hips, "Well! Ah' got my old man cooking dinner tonight. Doing another one of his Spanish nights or somethin'. Ya quite welcome to come along if you want? Ya know, get ya out of that bachelor pad of yours"
Marcus cracked a weak smile, "Yeah, ok, why not. I always did like it hot and spicy"
Cheryl burst out into raucous laughter at that point, bending over and crossing her arms over the edge of Marcus' cubicle to rest her head on them as she laughed, "Ya crack me up, kid, ya know that? Oh my, phew", she paused to catch her breath, "I best be going. Ole Jones over there didn't like that"
"Ok. Oh, what time tonight?"
"I'll pick ya up, don't worry. 'Bout 7-ish?"
"Ok, no problem. See ya"
"Later, kid"
The rest of Marcus' morning went about as it usually did. Clearing accounts. Summing balances. Fortunately, as he found very quickly, Dennis had a short attention span and it seemed only ever to be the mornings he would receive any abuse. Towards the end of the day, the bull terrier would often be too engrossed in trying to impress his neighbours with tales of grandeur and what he managed to get up to over the weekend. Marcus often found himself glancing in the terriers direction, pondering to himself...
"If he wasn't such an asshole, he could actually be pretty damn hot". He chuckled to himself, stopped short as his eyes caught another figure, "Hello. Who's this...".
Two boxes down from the theatrical banter from Dennis was a face Marcus hadn't seen before. This new face was made even more obvious by the fact it was a purple dragon, beige scales running down from his lower jaw and down into his shirt. The squirrel remained entranced for a while, watching the dragon talking with one of the 'dumb blondes'. He hadn't seen one like that before. Marcus' jaw began even to open a little as he stared, taking in every detail he could. The squirrel tilted his ears about, trying to hear better. He couldn't make out the words, but the dragons voice was deep, yet comforting. The purple scaled face seemed almost to radiate kindness, his smile and the light chuckle that followed as he spoke with the other employee was like having pure sunlight made into sound. To anyone else, it would have seemed rather rude with how much he was staring, and had Cheryl not crossed back past him, it could have gotten embarrassing too....
"Ya planning on staying the night here?"
"Wha-What?", Marcus fumbled as he broke from his daze once more.
Cheryl grinned, pointing down with a claw, "Ya pitchin' a tent there, babe".
If Marcus could have died then, he probably would. Cheeks burning crimson, his paws thrust into his lap as he spun in his chair, turning toward his desk and sliding under it a bit, "Unf...thanks..."
The kindly beagle turned to look over her shoulder at the new face, "Mm mm mmmm. He is a goodun', isn't he?"
Marcus blushed even deeper if he thought he could, removing one paw to place it next to his face to try and hide his embarrassment, "Y-Yeah..."
Cheryl just winked and patted the squirrel between the ears, "You behave"
Marcus glanced back for a few seconds. Who was he? Must be someone new, "Never seen him around before".
"Neh, me neither. Though apparently we got a couple of new folks coming in over the next week. One to take the other admin job that's goin'. Few temps I think. Plus someone's meant to be coming in to do a couple a' days training. Some new office opening up or something". The cheery beagle smiled at Marcus, "Just hope he's single eh?"
Marcus blushed again; getting a little flustered now, "Yes! Ok! Go on, shoo. Before I turn into a puddle of mush here. Evil woman..."
Cheryl growled playfully and then chuckled, winking at the embarrassed squirrel before continuing on her way.
Lunchtime. A hard working squirrels best time of the day. Picking up his bag, he strode rapidly out of the office toward the elevator. If he had moved any quicker, he would have been running. Swiftly through the crowd on the ground floor and out the doors, he took in a breath of fresh air and sighed.
"Real...air!". He gasped and smiled, turning to make his way across the road to the park. It wasn't a large park, rather more a very large pond with a path and a few benches around the outside. Wrought iron fences made the perimeter of this micro-oasis in a city of steel and glass. Marcus loved it though. The gentle breeze as it passed through the numerous trees that took up nearly all the grassland was almost hypnotic to the squirrel, sprawling out on his favourite bench to relax and eat his lunch. He slipped into his own little dream world once more, hearing nothing but the rustle of the trees around him, singling them out amid the humm and buzz of city life that swarmed around him. He imagined himself in a forest, trees tall enough it made you dizzy to look up into their heights, daring you to try and reach the green canopy above that filtered the warm sunlight into a peaceful haze. And then he was there too. That same purple dragon, striding slowly up to his side. Marcus pressed to the dragon, trembling as those strong hands took his hips and pulled him close, leaning in for a kiss....
*RIIINNG RIIINNG.......RIIINNG RIIINNG*
Just as it was getting close, the awful shrill sound of a mobile phones ringing broke him from his dream. Grumbling angrily, he turned this way and that to see who the owner of the offending phone was, eyes peeling apart his surroundings. Nobody there. Did he dream that too? Checking the time, he sighed and picked up his bag. Time to go back to work anyway.
"Shit shit shit! Not now woman!", a dark figure cursed his phone quietly as it rang, picking it up and answering as quietly as he could, "Heya Darling. No, now is not a good time. I'm...in a meeting. Look, I'll call you later, ok? Love you too".
Snapping his phone shut, the figure kept watch over his prize, moving his way around a large oak to keep the tree between himself and the object of his attention as he made his way out of the park.
"Trying to avoid someone?"
Standing bolt upright all of a sudden, the unknown figure stood to face an old beaver on the other side of the iron fence, "Ooh! Yes, err..we had an..argument...amongst friends"
The old beaver 'aaah'ed and nodded, "Either way, I'd get off the grass if I were you. Not allowed"
The peeking male nodded and smiled, making his apologies before quickly moving back to the path and on his own way to the building across the street.
Friday. Best day of the week, as most importantly it's the last day of the week. Most would be looking forward to going out and having fun over the weekend, but as always Marcus felt that overwhelming sense of abandonment wash over him. A whole two days of doing nothing but sitting around, watching movies alone, eating dinner alone and generally having that whole 'feeling sorry for yourself' thing going on. He hated it. It often hit him hard, thinking too deeply or for too long, his mind working him up and breaking him down into tears at times, causing him to shamefully disguise it as something in his eye or his hayfever playing up. Marcus was so desperate for love. He had tasted it once in his younger years and like some kind of drug he had grown addicted to it. He needed it, but it was torn from him, leaving him feeling like he was being made to go cold turkey, leaving him feeling hollow, aching for something to fill the void that was consuming him.
With a heavy heart and nothing to look forward too, Marcus trudged on through his day, feeling more and more rejected as the day went on, looking forward only to his lunch and perhaps a little pickup from where he left off last time. As it came, he made his way to the park as he always did, humming a little tune to himself.
It was then he saw him. There....on his bench. Marcus froze to the spot, seeing that same purple dragon sitting on his bench. His cheeks flushed immediately, eyes staring again as his jaw opened slightly. Then the dragon turned and spotted him. Eyes widening, the squirrel turned on his heel to walk away..
"Hey! Errr...Marcus, isn't it?"
His eyes widened even more, frozen and unable to move. Forcing a smile, he spun back around to face the handsome dragon, "Hey..err..sorry...didn't recognise you then. I didn't wanna disturb you so I err..."
The dragon smiled warmly that seemed to melt the squirrel where he stood, "Don't worry about it. Come. Sit with me. Feeling a bit lonely out here...."
Marcus' heart leapt into his throat, choking him a moment. Gulping it back down, he made his way to the bench, sitting down shyly next to the big dragon, "Hi...."
The dragon grinning wide, extending a paw, "Name's Luke"
Marcus took the offered paw and smiled. So strong.... "M-Marcus...". He cursed himself inside as he stammered. "Dammit! Get a grip!", he thought to himself.
Luke smiled, sensing the squirrels' slight unrest and deciding then to start a conversation, "So, I saw you in the office earlier. Didn't get a chance to say hello though. Little bogged down with work"
Marcus looked up then a little hopefully. He works with us now? "Ooh? So, what, you one of the new guys?"
The dragon nodded but didn't say anything after, as though a thought were not the only thing besides his work that was troubling him. Marcus looked quizzically at Luke, tilting his head to one side as though to prompt a little more from the dragon. Nothing came though, and suddenly the thought struck him. He'd seen Luke talking with Dennis earlier. "Oh god, he's told him", he thought, his expression dropping somewhat.
Luke frowned as he saw this, "Is something wrong?"
"Oh, nothing. Just thinking..."
"Heh, well you didn't exactly look too happy earlier, and you look even worse now. I wouldn't say that was nothing"
Marcus leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, sighing gently. A large heavy paw lay upon his shoulder then, looking up sideways to meet the dragons gaze with an uneasy smile.
"It's ok..", Luke soothed, "They told me, but it doesn't bother me"
Again, that smile. "He could melt butter just by grinning at it, I'm sure", the squirrel thought, losing himself once again in the undeniable beauty of that draconic face, imagining himself leaning in to kiss just like in that daydream.
"Ahem..."
"What? Ooh...", Marcus blushed deeply, averting his gaze and turning to rummage through his bag for his lunch, hoping his cheeks would have settled down by the time he looked back. "So....you new in town?"
Luke nodded and turned to face the water, leaning back on the bench, "Yep. Nice enough place though. I could get to like it". He turned to briefly flash another smile at the squirrel.
Marcus grinned, pondering things, "Are you...", his voice creaked, choking on the lump in his throat, "Sorry. Are you doing anything tonight? I mean I'm not doing anything and you're new in town so I thought I could show you around and stuff but it doesn't matter if you can't because we can always do something another time if you wanted...". Marcus cut himself short then when he ran out of breath, his nervousness causing him to babble on a little more than he would normally.
Luke chuckled warmly, reaching out a paw to ruffle the fur atop the squirrels' head, "Sure. I could do with some company. Bit lonely right now"
Marcus' face beamed almost as radiantly as his newfound friend, stifling a pleased little chitter, "Ok! Cool! Erm....what did you wanna do?"
The dragon shrugged his shoulders, those mighty wings on his back shifting with the motion, "It's been a tough first week. How about we just dig in with some movies and takeaway. Relaxation is all that's on my mind right now"
Nodding, Marcus quickly pulled a pad from his bag, scrawling down his address and then handing it to Luke, "Ok. Well, come round anytime after seven I suppose"
With that, Luke took the slip of paper and stood, pushing the address into his pocket, "See you then"
Looking at his watch, he saw it was time to go back to work, sighing to himself, "Just five more minutes...". Laying back on the bench, he spent the rest of the time grinning like a Cheshire cat, eating his lunch and for once feeling a little spark light up inside. "He's handsome. Big and strong, just how I like them, hehe. New in town too, just like me. And he didn't care about what the others said. He didn't care! Oh please please please, if someone out there likes me, please make him mine...."
The remainder of the day went as swiftly as could be expected, Marcus very much spending the rest of the day working as fast as he could while his mind whizzed and spun around, almost dizzying him with the prospect of not having to be alone anymore. "If he doesn't want me, then hell. We could just be friends...". He pondered a little more on that, "No way. I want him...."
The day was over. The weekend was here, and Marcus had two hours in which to get home, have a shower and get dressed. Moving swiftly through the crowds in the street, he ran as fast as he could, his bag bashing against his side repeatedly as he ran, causing a little pain but he needed to get his apartment in order. He didn't live more than a few blocks from where he worked, and he always enjoyed the walk, so it didn't take him long. The sight of his apartment once he arrived was daunting.
"Geez, this place is a fricken mess..."
Piles of clothes, dirty plates and empty takeaway boxes lay about the 1-bedroom apartment. Definitely a bachelor pad. Hurriedly he started to clear the place up, filling a couple of sacks worth with the rubbish before he started attacking every inch of surface with the vacuum cleaner. Time was ticking by and pretty soon it was coming up to 7pm. "Shit! I need a shower!". Almost panic stricken, he bundled away as much as he could before he leapt into the shower.
The feel of the hot water running through his fur had an instant reaction on him, relaxing those tense muscles and draining away much of the weeks stresses and strains. Soft little pleasured chrrrs echoed around the small tiled bathroom, rubbing the soap into his fur, "Gawd, I needed this...mrrr...hello..". He giggles to himself as he looked down, his paw brushing past his sheath which had since grow quite plump, "Hehe...all in good time...hopefully". Closing his eyes into the spray of the shower, he lightly rubbed both his paws up and down between his thighs, loosing himself in the moment, moaning softly as he then dragged his right paw up around his wet balls, the left moving up his sheath and tugging it back a bit, gasping as the hot water ran down over his now exposed pink tip.
*DING DONG*
Snapped from yet another dream, he cursed out loud, "Oh for fuck sake! What nowww...shiiit!"
Lost in his own pleasure, he'd completely forgotten about Luke coming over, "Erm! Hold on! I'll be right there!", he yelled out from the bathroom, wrapping a robe around himself. Panic kicked in again then as he looked down at his own semi-erect shaft, "Go down! Bad! Think bad things. Bad things. Cold. Water. Lots of water. Old people. Gah! That did it..". Drying off his tail as best he could, he ran for the door as the bell rang again.
"Hi! Sorry, I was in the shower. Things got a little busy here earlier". Marcus grinned to himself.
"Heheh, no problem. May I come in?"
"Oh! Yes, please. Come in, make yourself comfortable and whatever. I gotta go dry and get changed"
Luke strode in, looking around as he slowly paced into the living room, Marcus hurrying by into his bedroom.
"Nice place you got here..", the dragon yelled out.
"Oh please, get off. This is just a loners apartment. Nothing special about this", Marcus yelled from out back, "It's all I can afford right now anyway until I get out of this apprenticeship"
"Stick with it. It'll be worth it..."
Turning, and perhaps a little dumbstruck, Luke smiled from ear to ear as a slightly damp fox squirrel walked in. Dressed in a black short-sleeved shirt and a pair of white jeans, Marcus looked more like he was ready to go out than stay in. Noticing the dragons gaze, Marcus looked down at himself and then back up, "Is it too much? I mean, I dress like this usually. You know, smart-casual"
Luke shook his head as though dislodging some inner thought, "Oh no no. You look...great"
Marcus beamed his new friend a smile and nodded, moving quickly to the couch and diving onto it, "Well, lets get started then shall we. We'll watch one movie first, then order some food and watch the rest. Sound good?"
The purple giant removed his jacket and hung it on a hook near the entrance, moving back to flop down rather heavily into the couch, causing the little squirrel at the other end to jump a little, "Oops, sorry about that"
Marcus dug his claws into the couch nervously, holding himself down as he smiled up at the dragon to his side.
Their first movie was 'Philadelphia'. This was always one of Marcus' favourite movies, as it was one of the very few out there that stirred emotions enough in him to make him cry. This, he very nearly did, choking back the tears at several points. Luke had noticed this and in a rather bold move slipped an arm around the upset squirrels back, pulling him against the larger dragons flank. Marcus didn't resist, nor did he even think anything of it, so absorbed into the movie as he was. It wasn't until the movie was over that he leaned upright again, rubbing his eyes...
"Erm...sorry. Does it to me every time...."
Luke chuckled, reaching out a paw to rub around the squirrels' ears. Marcus didn't resist that either, instead tilting his head into the attentions with a light chrrr. He was normally so nervous. Why was he now so relaxed? Maybe that was just the effect Luke had on him. He had that aura about him that just seemed to say 'Chill. Enjoy it'.
"I suppose we should order the food now....", Marcus mumbled out from his little pleasured daze.
"I can wait...besides, I'm not sure what I want yet....though you seem to know what you want..."
The squirrel looked up in confusion at Luke, "How so?". The dragon pointed down. Marcus didn't even need to look down to know what had happened once more. Cheeks flushing red in an instant, he closed his eyes and dipped his head, feeling incredibly embarrassed but also a little ashamed he couldn't keep something like this down, "I'm sorry"
Luke said nothing, instead moving his paw from the squirrels ears down his face to slide under his jaw, lifting Marcus' head up to face the dragons own, "How about we just skip dinner and go straight for dessert"
Marcus' lips trembled. Was this it? Was this really going to happen? To him? Tonight? Luke leant in, closing his eyes as he did so to press his lips lightly against the nervous squirrels own, kissing him lightly. Pulling back, the dragon moved his paw back to Marcus' cheek, caressing lightly.
"Are you ok with this? You seem a bit shaky..."
Marcus nodded his head, holding Lukes paw against his cheek with both of his own, closing his eyes as he let out a sad sigh, "It's just been a while...."
Luke nodded, understanding completely. Moving in again, he kissed Marcus once more, this time going a lot better. The squirrel let out a little whimper but soon seemed to melt right into the stronger dragons form. No longer did he need to dream this. It was happening right now. Moving one of his own paws to caress Lukes cheek in return, the squirrel tilted his head to one side, letting out a soft moan as he felt the others tongue lapping across his lips. Pulses raced and chests seemed to heave a little faster as the two kissed, their senses heightening as they pressed into each other on the couch. Luke pressed more though, pushing Marcus back to rest against the arm of the couch, leaning over the trembling squirrel that lay under him.
Breaking off the kiss, Luke couldn't help but chuckle a bit, seeing Marcus there with his eyes still closed and his lips parted. Leaning in once again, Luke kissed those lips and then led a trail down under his jaws to the nape of his neck, kissing and licking there while his paws set about clearing the route, unbuttoning his shirt all the way down. Those huge paws slid back up Marcus' lithe body to his chest, rubbing his thumbs in circles around the squirrels erect nipples, the dragons kissing muzzle sliding down to lick and even suckle onto them for a while. Marcus gasped at this sensitive play, squirming where he lay and reaching behind the dragons head with one paw to rub and stroke there, unsure as to where someone like a dragon would enjoy it most.
Once Luke reached the waistband of Marcus' jeans, he knelt upright and quickly set about slipping his own shirt off, unbuttoning the sides to let it slip up past his wings. Keeping that same eagerness going, he leant back down again, sucking and even nibbling onto the squirrels' nipples once more.
"Aah...oh gods.....", Marcus gasped, the tent in his pants growing painfully cramped now.
Luke was already on the case, unfastening those jeans and then tugging them down and off, being presented then with a pair of white boxers, the front being almost clear as the pre from Marcus' eager cock wetted them down. "Hmmm...gotta go...". Luke winked, slipping off the damp underwear to then be presented with the better part, "There we go".
Marcus looked up in a daze at the dragon above him, feeling so utterly exposed and helpless like this, but even as those feelings came about, he also felt so completely safe and at ease, willing to offer himself to this dragon. His gaze first became obsessed by Lukes torso. Impressive was one way to describe it, the dragon seeming just like the things you hear out of legends. Huge chest muscles, he guessed from having those wings, jutted out like slabs of stone, his torso having that idyllic washboard look to them, those creamy scales running down across the lot and disappearing into his pants. Marcus whimpered at the sight, wanting more.
Standing up from the couch, Luke grinning knowingly, unfastening his own pants and then slipping his thumbs into the waistband of both them and his underwear, slipping them both down in one push. Standing upright once more, Luke crossed his arms behind his head and did a little 'show-off' stretch, the dragons' own black member hanging thickly between his legs with no sheath to speak of, nor any slit like most reptiles. He was all hanging out, so to speak.
Gawping at the sight, Marcus, leant forward a bit, sliding his way to the edge of the couch, eyes fixed onto the dragons equally impressive shaft, seeming to dwarf his own member.
"Sit back...", Luke urged, watching as the squirrel did as he was told and then moving forward himself. Kneeling up on the couch astride Marcus' legs, he leant forward, leaving barely a few inches between his black length and the squirrels panting muzzle, "You want it?". Marcus nodded dumbly, looking up and down every inch, "Then take it".
Marcus stared for a while, dumbstruck. What on earth is he gonna do with this? This could get interesting. Lifting his right paw, he slipped it around the base of the dragons hardening member, taking hold of it as he lifted the length upwards. Leaning in, Marcus sniffed at Lukes shaft first, taking in his strong scent that seemed to almost intoxicate him, driving on his lust. A few short and slow licks were all he could manage before he needed it more himself, dragging his rough little tongue up from base to tip a few times before planting one big kiss to the tip, his lips parting as he sucked in the dragons cocktip.
Luke moaned deep and loud at this first step, leaning forward a little more to inch his way into Marcus' muzzle. The squirrel gladly accepted every inch that was pushed in, though was surprised to feel it getting thicker, the dragon not fully hard yet, but rapidly getting there. One of the dragons big paws came up behind Marcus' head to hold him steady as Luke upped the pace a little, slowly rolling his hips back and forth in short smooth motions, moaning out to the squirrel with his head tilted back, "Oooh...fuck, Marcus...you're too hot"
Too busy with the task at hand, Marcus didn't reply much to that, instead letting out his own moan of pleasure, sucking lightly around the thick girth keeping his jaw spread open. Moments went by and soon Luke was fully hard, his smooth black length sliding between the soft lips of his squirrelly friend with ever increasing vigour, lust and passion driving the dragon on. Moving one of his paws back to grab hold of Lukes steely ass, the dragon took over to steady his length as he pistoned into Marcus' muzzle, letting out deep and loud growls of pleasure, soon starting to feel himself reaching his peak. Marcus grabbed his own drooling member with one paw and rapidly set about pawing himself off, the sensations feeling so much better now as he felt himself rising to a level of arousal he hadn't felt in years.
Thick streams of the dragons' pre leaked onto Marcus' tongue, the incredible taste almost being enough to send the poor excited squirrel over the edge himself, but what came moments later did. Luke up until this point has resisted, but the pleasure that this young squirrel was bringing him was all too much. He looked. He opened his eyes and looked down into the needy gaze of that hungry squirrel, the sight of his glistening ebon shaft mounting that beautiful little muzzle drove him over the edge. Wincing his eyes shut and throwing his head back again, Luke roared out in ecstasy as he reached climax, his rigid length spilling out thick load after load of hot dragon cum into the squirrels muzzle. It soon proves too much for Marcus though, gulping and swallowing down as much of the rich seed as he can before it started to leak out around his lips. Pulling free of the drooling member, he tilts his head to the side, licking and lapping up the hot cum as it drools down Lukes cock, sucking the white nectar up as it dripped from his now empty balls.
Looking up at the dragon swimming in heavenly pleasure, Marcus resumed his jerking of his own cock, whimpering up at Luke to get his attention. Returning the squirrels gaze, his own face an expression of pure bliss, he saw the moment Marcus hit his own high. Opening his muzzle silently, he tensed up, feeling it drawing close and then exploding forth, grunting and gasping out as his squirrel cum splashed up between Lukes thighs and down onto the couch below. Luke smiled and closed his eyes, purring and thrumming deeply as he let Marcus finish before moving off him to sit down, leaning against the arm of the couch. Marcus soon followed, laying down between the dragons' legs to rest against his chest.
Deep rumbling purrs vibrated against Marcus' cheek as he relaxed, one strong arm wrapping around the squirrel, pulling him close. He felt so warm and safe like this. It had been so long since he'd been held in someones arms, he'd almost forgotten just how damn good it felt.
Marcus tilted his head back then to speak... "Luke, I....", but the dragon had already slipped off into slumber. "One step at a time....". Carefully and gingerly, he slipped out from under Lukes arm and moved to the bathroom, cleaning himself up a bit and then grabbing a few towels, coming back to lay them over his friend to at least keep him a little warm during the night.
"Night Luke", he whispered into the room before taking to his own bed. Sighing gently, he wondered and thought into the night. What happens next? Does he wait a little longer? Perhaps meet up like this a few more times before trying to take things further?
"Either way, it was fun..."
"Sure was"
Marcus nearly leapt out of his bed at the sound of Lukes voice, the dragon standing silhouetted in the doorway, "Gah! Don't do that! You scared the hell out of me"
Luke chuckled and moved into the room and then slip into the bed with Marcus, pulling the squirrel close with one arm again, "You weren't gonna leave me in there alone were you?"
Marcus blushed, his voice breaking up again as nerves came rushing back, "Well I err...I didn't wanna take liberties. I mean, I didn't wanna seem to forward. You know, didn't wanna rush anything....uhhh..."
Luke chuckled and hushed the squirrel with a single digit across the lips, "Enough of that. I'll see you in the morning"
Nodding, Marcus relaxed once more in the strong and safe embrace of his new friend and, as he rather much hoped, future mate, the fox squirrels eyes drifting shut slowly as he slipped into peaceful slumber.
Morning came and Marcus opened his eyes to the dull sunlight trying desperately to break through his curtains. Blinking into the hazy morning, he practically forgot what had happened the night before. Slipping out of his bed he yawned and stretched, popping a few joints as he did so, "Aaah! There we go....". Scratching the odd spot here and there, he opened the curtains, almost blinding himself in the process, "Gah, dammit....every time....". It wasn't until he turned back to his bed that he realised what felt so odd about this morning. It all came back to him then, what had happened. But it was the complete lack of a purple dragon in his bed that didn't make sense. Scratching behind his head in confusion, he made his way out of his room. No dragon. He checked the bathroom, the kitchen. No dragon. Even his jacket had gone.
"It wasn't a dream was it? No...no it couldn't have been. Please....". As he spoke, the fur around his face seemed a little tight. Reaching up a paw, he stroked down his cheek. Something was in his fur. Rushing to the bathroom, he looked in the mirror. Dried on cum over his muzzle and neck, "No. This is no dream. Where the hell is he then?". Sighing gently, he set about cleaning himself up and having a bit of breakfast. Mornings were never his thing, which is possibly why he didn't notice the note on his bed until he went back in to get some more clothes.
"Hmm? What's this. It's from Luke! Oh my gawd..."
"Heya, squirrelly.
I'm really sorry I had to bolt this morning before you got up. I needed to get into work early today. They got me on shift work until everyone's trained up to the same level. Meet me tonight at 8pm in the park. You know where
Luke"
Marcus pondered, "Work? On a Saturday? But the offices aren't open on a weekend...". He shrugged it off and got dressed, wondering then what on earth he was meant to do for the rest of the day. The day pressed on with unbearably slow speed though, Marcus watching the clock every few minutes. This wasn't helping, so he went out downtown to do a little food shopping. Came back to play some games. Passing the time any possible way he could. Then the time came.
Dressing up smartly as before, he swiftly glided through the night streets to the park. No one was around, which unnerved him a little, but luckily his favourite bench had a streetlamp right next to it. Settling down, he hugged his arms around himself to help fight off the cold. Checking his watch, he smiled, "Ten minutes early. I can wait".
He waited...and waited...and waited. Nearly an hour had passed and still he sat there on the bench, hoping and praying that something hadn't gone wrong, or that Luke was just running horribly late and not having stood him up. His mood rapidly sinking down into the depths of despair, he now sat slumped on the bench, sighing dejectedly. Was it something he said? Something he did? Maybe it was because of him leaving Luke on the couch like that? A hundred questions rushed through his mind, but not a single answer. The trees rustled loudly all of a sudden as a cold breeze rushed through the park, bringing with it a slightly different sound. Marcus' ears perked, picking up on the sound. Paper. Standing up, he looked around for where it might be. It flapped again and the squirrel quickly homed in on where it was.
It was another note....
"Dear Marcus.
I don't know how to say this to you in person, which is why I had to write this in a letter. Last night was a mistake. I shouldn't have done that with you, and with good reason. I'm married with two children. I love them all dearly and I wouldn't want to do anything to compromise what I have. I'm sorry to have lied to you. I don't live around here. I was only a temp where you work. I'm sorry about all of this. Please don't try t....find....it..wou...work....."
The note by this point had become too damp with Marcus' tears for him to read anything more that was written. Slumped to his knees, sitting on his ankles, he let the note go and buried his face into his paws, crying his heart out as once more his dreams; his heart and his feelings had again been toyed with and broken apart before his very eyes, leaving him alone in the cold and dark....just as he always had been. The words of that song that accompanied the movie he saw last night rang through his head once again.....
I was bruised and battered,
I couldn't tell what I felt
I was unrecognisable to myself
I saw my reflection in a window
I didn't know my own face
Oh brother are you gonna leave me wastin´away
On the streets of Philadelphia