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~I did this as a gift for a friend of mine out here in the Sandbox after he drew a picture for me. His FA is http://www.furaffinity.net/user/iceman/ and he's a pretty cool dude. Give him some loves. Anyways, I'm actually rather proud of this one, I feel like I really captured the characteres and got to write myself in a different role than I ever have! Enjoy!~

Battle Buddy

Light flickered periodically from a large monitor. Intensity changing with each new scene of the running movie. The intermittent glow lit the two, well, one watcher. Though his attention often shifted to the spotlight illuminated sketchpad of the other occupant.

Nalz glanced from the movie, something about early 19th Century China and one of their revolutions, to the graphite stained pad. New lines were scribbled, others were oft eradicated, unacceptable in the eye of the demanding creator. A god choosing who deserved to live and who got to die. It fascinated Nalz. Watching pencil lead turn into a living, breathing piece of art. Simple lines and curves coming together into coherent shapes and scenes. Rough outlines morphing into perceivable, miniscule details.

The artist turned his canvas this way and that, never seeming to be satisfied with the current angle. Nalz found himself experiencing a small degree of embarrassment as the picture neared completion. He never thought a drawing could make him blush. Despite the assertion, by the creator, that he was going to create something that would do just that. It featured himself in a very salacious situation. One Nalz could never imagine, ever, finding himself in. Which was, probably, why he felt he was violating some moral foundation of his for thoroughly liking it.

No, he decided, he would never hold his legs up and apart, nude, exposed and aroused. Like some sort of model for a two page spread in a fetish catering magazine. Where would he possibly find that many dicks anyways? Nalz stifled a laugh.

"What?" Icy, the pencil wielder asked, one brow cocked questioningly. He didn't look up from his work.

"Nothing, I, uh, like the picture is all."

"Hah! That's good. It has some meaning then. I figured you would like seeing yourself like this." He said it with a sideways smirk.

"Oh, really? What signal did I broadcast that said 'I love being the center of attention, surrounded by dicks?'" Nalz crossed his two pairs of arms, waiting for a good answer. He leaned back in his flimsy metal chair, one ankle across the opposite knee.

"Just your personality. I think, given the chance, you would accept the attention. Crave it even. Besides, every time I mention or show you something gay, you blush." Nalz was ready to protest but Icy cut him off. "This image is just a visual representation of how much I think you, without actually admitting it, love cock." Nalz's face, once again, betrayed him, flushing as he attempted to laugh off his embarrassment. He collected himself and offered his rebuttal.

"One, I don't love penis enough to want to be covered in jizz. Two, I would never present myself like that. I'm a good boy. And three, one dick is more than enough. More than that and somebody is going to be neglected. Which just isn't fair to the other guy not receiving my attention." It all sounded so logical, irrefutable even, to himself. He had inadvertently dug the hole deeper.

As if Icy needed more ammunition.

"Okay, so, let me make sure I've got this right. You love the cock but you only want to love one cock. Then you would be all over it?" Icy teased with a sharp-toothed grin. "Salivating at the mere sight of one like a rabid dog?"

"Fuck you." Nalz muttered, pointedly avoiding the drake's ruby eyed gaze. "I would not."

"So what if it was my dick, would you be cool with that?"

The comment was so nonchalant that Nalz paused. He hadn't even looked up as he scratched away at the paper. Normally Nalz had no difficulty with comebacks. Icy cast him a sidelong glance, pencil pausing.

"I-I never said that!" Nalz stuttered, unsure why the idea didn't seem more reprehensible. It was true that it had crossed his mind, in fantasy, but the whims of the body are often fickle.

Icy flipped his sketchpad closed and set it aside. Nalz looked off at something on the opposite side of the room. The drake was on him in a flash. He jerked back in his seat and Icy forced him to lean back on the two back legs of the chair to the tipping point. Without Icy's intervention the chair would have gone falling back, taking Nalz with it. He was at the mercy of the much stronger drake who held him upright by his shoulders. There were some times that Nalz wished he was bigger.

This was one of them.

He could feel the drake's hot breath, snouts separated by a mere inch of empty space. Nalz found himself in a precarious position, off balance, with Icy so close there wasn't much he could do.

"What if you had no choice in the matter? Unable to resist and at my mercy." The light blue and purple scaled drake breathed, a glint in his eyes Nalz had never seen before.

Nalz was at a loss. He was armed, a 9mm Beretta strapped to his leg, in its holster, waiting patiently to unleash its restrained fury. However, it wasn't loaded and with the odd magazine placement by the time he had the pistol out, loaded and with a round chambered the larger drake could easily have him restrained, or worse, unconscious. There was the option of trying to get out from under him. He could attempt to throw his weight back, send both of them to the ground and attempt to scramble away. But it probably wouldn't work, Icy had too much leverage and was nowhere near being unbalanced.

He didn't feel physically threatened by Icy, just uncertain about what exactly he was getting at. Was he just messing with him or was he looking to get something out of him? It wasn't exactly normal for him to be at a disadvantage. He had been trained to adapt to a situation and overcome it. To avoid showing any fear and make quick decisions. Nalz offered a meek response, voice betraying his training.

"There is always a choice." Icy seemed to contemplate that. The mischievous grin that came to his lips a moment later didn't help set Nalz at ease. In the slightest.

"You are right. Of course you have a choice. At the moment they are: do what I say, like the good little Marine you are or," he paused for effect, leaning past Nalz's snout until their heads were side by side, "I can make you do whatever I say. The choice is yours."

The chair rocked forward violently as the airborne feet slammed to the floor when Icy stood, arms crossed authoritatively. Nalz found himself at waist height to the drake, almost head butting him.

Now he was completely confused.

He was in an uncomfortable position. It was abundantly clear what Icy was, not so subtly, hinting at. Part of him did not like being forced into his disadvantaged position. Another part was excited by his lack of control in the situation. He couldn't lie to himself. There were times when he'd fantasized being taken advantage of, but that was simply his imagination being perverted. His mind raced through all the scenarios the drake could be envisioning. All the dastardly and delight things he could do.

The more he thought about it the faster his heart beat. The warmer his body felt.

"Enjoying the view?"

Icy's amused voice roused him and Nalz realized, a little too late, that he had been staring at the drake's crotch. He flushed and fidgeted, adjusted himself and discovered, with mild surprise, that he was partially aroused. Maybe some part of him had been wanting this all along. There were several occasions in the previous couple of weeks that he had been flirtatious toward the drake.

Nalz jumped when Icy bent down and, unceremoniously, groped him. He had grown impatient, waiting for the lizard to solve his internal conflicts. He seemed amused by the lizard's involuntary arousal. Despite having a two arm advantage, Nalz knew he stood no chance at resisting the persistent drake. Who had at least a fifty pound muscle weight advantage.

"Seems like force might not be entirely necessary. Which kind of takes some of the fun out of this." Nalz swallowed his nervousness, unsure if he liked the implication, practically shaking on the hard metal, half broken fold up chair. A sudden boldness came over him.

"I think you've always just wanted to take advantage of somebody in uniform. Biding your time and waiting for someone like me to fulfill some desire of yours to go on a power trip." Nalz accused. Icy's laugh was unsettling in its merriment. It took an entire minute before he could speak.

"You've found me out! I've been spending my entire time over here trying to lure some timid Marine to my quarters." He teased, sliding a hand through Nalz's head spines. The lizard shuddered and couldn't fight the urge to press into the hand. "At which point, I have my fun. Shit, why are we even still discussing it. You seem to have it figured out so what happens next shouldn't surprise you. If it does, you might want to start paying more attention."

Icy began working at his tan belt. The black metal slide buckle easy to defeat. "Just pretend I'm your Drill Sergeant, ordering you around. You shouldn't have any problem then, being brainwashed and all."

"Drill Instructor." Nalz corrected reflexively. "And eat a dick, I am not brainwashed."

"Whatever, bitch. Eating dick is what you're here for!"

The sound of the unzipping fly was like the staccato cyclic fire of an M240Bravo, each piercing click echoing in the small room. "Actually," Icy started, stroking the underside of Nalz's snout, claw tips tracing his jaw, "why don't you get rid of that flimsy green shirt." When Nalz hesitated the drake's grip tightened. His claw points dug into the lizard's scales. He complied after that, quickly, pulling the shirt over his head. It was tossed aside onto the nearby bed. "Better."

Icy's grip did not relent, instead, it grew more insistent, pulling the lizard forward and out of the chair. Nalz tried to stand but the hand held him down. He had no other choice than to kneel before him. The drake's grin was predatory when Nalz peered up at him nervously.

"I know you joined the Marines but, I think you're smart enough to figure out what to do next on your own." Nalz didn't move, hands folded in front of him, scowling at the insinuation.

Then hand at his jaw slid to the back of his head. He hoped the drake hadn't realized the first time what rubbing his spines did to him. Nalz hissed quietly in pleasure despite himself. His eyes went wide in surprise when his snout was shoved into Icy's crotch. The drake's undeniably male musk invaded Nalz's nostrils, clouding his inhibitions with each mildly panicked inhalation.

Nalz quivered and gasped as his head spines were rubbed against the grain. He was practically nuzzling the drake's crotch and could feel his arousal through the fabric of his boxers, feel the thickness. Hot against his scaled snout. The lizard's heart palpitated and his breathing became heavy. Despite his inner desire, his carnal wants telling him to do it, he couldn't. Couldn't pull down the thin buffer and engulf the drake's organ.

Icy didn't seem inclined to wait, patience worn through. The pressure holding his head released long enough for Icy to pull the waistband of his boxers under his balls before returning, forcing Nalz's snout into the sizable orbs. His semi flaccid cock resting across the lizard's nose.

"I think my dick looks good on you." Icy's grin was sharp and amorous. Nalz's insolent glare evaporated as soon as Icy stimulated his head spines. He couldn't be upset with the lovely tingling rattling his bones. His lips split apart, taking the flesh into his mouth and sucking it. Tongue working heavily across the surface. When the hand stroking his spines ceased Nalz got his wits back about him and was mildly shocked to find the drake's testicles in his mouth.

Spitting them out never crossed his mind.

Nalz inhaled deeply, heady scent piquing his own arousal. He tilted his head, dropping his shoulders to more easily minister the drake. The pleasured sighs far above emboldened him. Nalz's upper arms wrapped around Icy's waist, taking hold of the base of his tail.

The lizard imagined he must look rather silly. Snout tucked against the drake's crotch, cock bobbing over his snout, practically between his eyes. If he looked straight up anyways.

He could hardly imagine a more submissive position.

The zipper of Icy's pants rasping against his scales eventually annoyed him enough that he pulled them the rest of the way down, taking the boxers with them. They became an unkempt pile around the drake's ankles. Nalz received no complaints.

With nothing impeding access any longer, Nalz tucked his nose under the drake's balls, tongue dragging roughly up his taint. Icy shivered and Nalz smiled to himself. Not entirely sure why he felt a sense of accomplishment.

"Not more than five minutes ago you were all, 'no, I don't want your cock in my mouth.'" Icy mimicked Nalz's voice, adding a whiny tone. "Now look at you, all over my nuts and places I never thought you would willingly go to." He roughly rubbed Nalz's spines and cooed. "Such a good leezard." Nalz groaned and nuzzled Icy's balls. Perking up at the praise and use of an old nickname.

Tentatively, Nalz began licking the length of the drake's shaft, hesitating at the tip before repeating the process. He did this half a dozen times, alternating pitch and angle, never licking the same place twice. The next time he reached the tip, he wrapped his tongue around it, guiding the rigid flesh into his watering maw. Now he could taste the drake's scent; sliding down until the tip of his snout met scale.

Nalz was honestly surprised he had been able to take the entire length. Oh, the benefits of a long snout.

He swore the drake was practically purring as he worked him with his tongue; rubbing, stroking, licking and wrapping his long appendage around Icy's dick. The four-armed lizard began employing his second pair. One hand gently rolling and squeezing the drake's salubrious testicles. The second rubbed the scales between his legs to the underside of his tail.

The lizard had never done this before, thus his jaw was beginning to become a little sore. Icy was not a small drake, after all. Nalz employed one upper hand, to work the base of Icy's length; tending to the upper half with his eager lips.

"Aww, you know, you look so much cuter with my dick in your mouth, Nalz." Icy stated it as if it was a simple, undeniable truth. Nothing gay about it.

He paused at his name, but only for a moment. Nalz felt like his face might burst into flames from the heat coursing through it.

"So is it the fact that you're sucking me off that's embarrassing or, is it something else?" Nalz mumbled something unintelligible around Icy's member. He found the vibration agreeable.

"Don't talk with your mouth full." The big drake scolded.

Nalz obeyed, dutifully continuing to service him. The fingers that had been stroking the underside of the drake's tail came to his mouth. He took a moment to drool on them until they were thoroughly soaked. At which point they returned to Icy's tail, found the desired spot of supple scale, after a moment's search, and proceeded to slowly invade the drake's body. Icy tensed at the intrusion, hand grasping at Nalz's spines, forcing himself deeper into the lizard's snout.

In time Nalz's two fingers were buried to the second knuckle in Icy, softly stroking the bulge of flesh that marked his prostate, eliciting groans between hitched breaths. Soon the drake's breathing grew sporadic and Nalz could see the muscles of his jaw were set, teeth clenched when he looked up. The lizard increased the pace of his actions marginally. Licking, sucking, stroking and fingering the drake to a rhythm only he could hear.

He wasn't completely caught off guard when the first release of hot drake spunk hit his throat, but was quickly feeling overwhelmed by the amount. Icy's body quaked and he was putting some of his weight on Nalz's head, hunching over. The weight forced his spastic length fully into Nalz's maw.

Once the drake seemed drained his weight lifted from Nalz's head. He came up panting. Gently he tugged Icy's receding erection, ensuring that he completely cleared it. He took one parting shot and hitting the surprised lizard squarely in the tip of his snout. Icy chuckled when Nalz blinked up at him in consternation. A glob of ejaculate clinging to his scales.

Icy stood him up and licked the small mess from Nalz's nose, much to his embarrassment, which, in turn, amused Icy greatly.

"Pretty good for a beginner. You're a natural born cock sucker!" Icy clapped his hands onto the lizard's bare shoulders.

"Um, thanks?" Nalz said as he looked away from Icy's scrutiny. He had a difficult time meeting the eyes of somebody that seemed to be inspecting him, always worried they would find something wrong, discover some mistake he had made. Eventually he would have to face the drake. There was nowhere else to go and he had the feeling that Icy was not done with him yet.

That assumption turned out to be very correct indeed. Icy's snout moved in quickly. Nalz found himself snout to snout, lip to lip with the drake. Locked in a kiss with no possible avenue of retreat. Constricted one way by his unwavering grip and another way by his own unwillingness to resist. That unwillingness persisted even as Nalz found his bare back pressed up against the cool metal of Icy's gray wall locker.

Under any other circumstance he would be fighting, sandwiched between dead metal and hot scale. While he originally hadn't had much choice in the string of events, he certainly had not done much to struggle against the current.

Nalz's subconscious would never admit it to its counterpart, conscious, but he secretly wanted this. Subconscious was very pleased with the way the evening was turning out.

Just as Nalz finished demolishing the remaining mental barriers, Subconscious getting Conscious to see things his way, to returning Icy's gesture, instead of acting like a dead fish, the drake pulled back. His grip, however, did no such thing. Icy's snout slid past Nalz's so close their scales scarcely rasped together. Nalz felt only mild curiosity about what he was doing.

It became clear when a frisson of pleasure, blooming pain and panic had a divine tryst up his spine, so overwhelming he felt paralyzed.

He felt Icy's numerous sharp teeth sinking through and between his scales, grasping his trapezius between powerful jaws, mane tickling the side of his head. The only part of his body that remained moderately functional was his head, banging against the locker as it fell back, too weak to hold it up. Well, his dick still worked, painfully against his boxer briefs. All he could do was whimper helplessly.

Nalz considered the possibility that perhaps the drake could read his mind for the very next thing he did was unbuckle his trousers, which fell easily under the weight of his Beretta, and tug his underwear halfway to his knees. His body still struggled against the paralysis, head swimming under Icy's exploratory touch, accompanied by his own pleasured noises. His arms felt like dead appendages, limp at his side. It was a miracle his legs even still bore his weight.

When the numb pinch at his neck evaporated he hardly noticed. He felt like he was miles away. Outside of his own body, drifting in an ethereal cocktail of endorphins. Thin rivulets of liquid heat seeping between his scales from multiple punctures brought him back from catatonia. A little blood drawn never hurt nobody, he hazily decided. With the pressure gone feeling returned to his phantom limbs. Nalz's revitalized hands swarmed Icy's body, each insatiable as they roamed over sleek scales.

The lizard's four arms wrapped greedily around Icy. He wanted the blue and purple scaled drake against him, pressing him into the locker forcefully. Wanted to feel scale on naked scale, lip against lip. The comfort of body heat and Icy's assertion of dominance.

Nalz knew he had been overcome by Lust, driven forward by her avarice greed for pleasure. He was now her minion of desire. Doing or, more likely taking, whatever she demanded. He didn't give a fuck.

Icy was just the drake who could fulfill that desire. Easily.

He graciously allowed Nalz's curious digits to roam. The multitude of different contact points was exciting and different to Icy. Nalz's attention to the important places kept it interesting with delectable jolts of pleasure. He even let him work his shirt off and to the floor, joining the jumble of discarded clothing. The drake easily ensured control by stroking the quivering lizard, teeth set hard enough to be a constant reminder at his throat, tongue bathing wet scale. One hand was between his legs, two fingers buried teasingly inside. He took particular notice of Nalz's tail coiling around his calf.

The lizard was getting a little too comfortable he decided.

To Nalz, Icy went from attentive to impetuous in an instant, removing his four hands forcibly as if he suddenly had the plague. He felt like he was being arrested. Spun around and slammed into the wall locker with a force that stunned him, (He heard the contents rattle and a few fall) legs forced shoulder width apart and arms, mostly, held behind his back. Although, he was pretty sure standard operating procedure did not dictate the need to force the detained into a position that necessitated arcing the back and sticking out the ass. Nalz was also fairly certain that lewdly grinding against your captive would be considered unbecoming of an officer of the law.

Good thing Icy wasn't. Not that Nalz would have pressed charges, if he was.

"Move." Icy commanded, guiding Nalz out of the way so he could open one door of the wall locker. The door nicked the tip of his snout as it opened, snuffling irritably in response. He could hear the drake searching around with one hand, leaning over him so his weight kept him firmly in place.

Trapped between a drake and a hard place.

The door closed with a hollow bang. Icy repositioned Nalz in his previous location and was silent. A chill raced up the reptile's spine a few moments later, after some strange bubbling pops, at the cool, wet sensation on the underside of his tail. At least Icy was a gentleman in that regard. He was curious if that was the typical place he kept such stuff or if he had been planning this, to some degree, all along.

His curiosity shifted to more pressing matters. Like that he had never previously done this, getting fucked that is, and hoped the thoughtfulness would continue. His tail twitched fitfully where it hung over Icy's shoulder. He couldn't come to a solid conclusion on whether or not he was ready for what was coming. A mental shrug decided it. It was going to happen, whether he accepted it or not.

He'd never felt so vulnerable before, disarmed and tail raised. Tendrils of excitement shot through his body with all the ferocity of a lightning storm. Thunder rumbling all the way to the tip of his tail.

"You've been such a good Marine, dutifully carrying out orders and with such great enthusiasm. I think you deserve a substantial reward." Icy growled the words into Nalz's ear hole, emphasis on 'enthusiasm'. The drake pressed Nalz's substantial reward home and the lizard inhaled sharply, holding it behind clenched teeth. Icy made an annoyed grunt at his resistance to the intrusion. Nalz felt hot suspiration on the shoulder that had yet to be molested. Another strong bite predictably followed. The same melding concoction of pain and ecstasy made him go limp.

Icy seemed appeased to Nalz's ear due to his feral growl as he drove his reward slowly deeper.

Nalz thought his heart was going to stop when Icy roughly rubbed his head spines with and against their natural curve. A triple dose of morphine wouldn't have made him more docile and willing than the bite and rubbing. The only part of him that wasn't limp was his absurdly rigid dick. Probably hard enough to cut glass were it a bit pointier.

When Icy grabbed it and started rubbing his thumb over the tip Nalz was pretty sure he was going to die from sensory overload. A system reboot.

A eternity passed before the drake halted his advance. As Nalz perceived it, at least. He hardly even noticed the burning sensation in his rear from being stretched, overpowered by a trifecta of intensely stimulated erogenous zones. He knew his shoulders were going to be sore as a motherfucker the next day. It was an odd time to be worried about that.

The train of thought didn't last long before being derailed as Icy began to withdraw, building to a slow, shallow rhythm.

"Fuck." Nalz managed to whine when Icy's grip on his shoulder subsided.

"Had to do something to get you to loosen up," Icy rumbled, "I know you enjoy the abuse. You kinky bitch."

He was getting fucked by another guy and being called a kinky bitch made him blush. Nalz mentally laughed at himself.

Icy nuzzled and roughly licked at Nalz's spines, sending him into erratic fits of euphoria, amplified by the drake's ministrations at both his front and back. The pliable points tickled Icy's tongue and he couldn't stop himself. Although, by this time, Nalz had graduated to receiving a full hand job, copious precum slicking Icy's already smooth scales. At the rate pleasure was building within him, setting every nerve alight, Nalz seriously doubted he would last much longer.

He didn't even care about the dozens of teeth marks cut into his shoulders. On second thought, how was he going to explain that one in the middle of a strict 'no sex' policy combat zone. A hard thrust made him groan in unrestrained bliss. He really needed to stop distracting himself. Irresponsibility be damned.

Nalz decided it was time to make things a little more interesting. He began to struggled against Icy's grip. The drake snarled without slowing, his thrusts less timed and rougher with the interruption. Nalz put his four arms to work, pushing back from the wall locker. He momentarily found himself with some breathing space. At the expense of his tail, having completely impaled himself on the drake. The pain only a dull reminder.

Icy hooked his arms under Nalz's lower pair with a growl, forearms restraining the upper pair. Nalz was forced into an awkward standing position. His back couldn't bend any farther back with his tail up against the drake's chest, not to mention the dick in his ass, leaving him up on one foot and off balance. From the side his back looked like a waning crescent moon. Nalz had never expected to get far with his little stunt. Though it did provoke the drake. Which was always good for some entertainment.

"Not entirely sure what you were intending to do," Icy said mockingly, "but you're still mine, Leezard. Until I say otherwise. Now be a good little thing and lay down."

He emphasized his point by picking Nalz up, removing himself from the lizard and dropping him, heavily, onto his bed. Icy rolled him over, grasped behind his knees and practically fell over him before he had a chance to resist. Nalz grunted as his knees were forced nearly to his shoulders. The drake's lusty breath bathed his face.

Nalz began to wonder if something was wrong with him. Icy's unrestrained grin excited him when, in any other circumstance, he would be considering contingencies. Moaning with no self censure when the drake resumed taking him, only having a selfish want to have his own need satisfied. It occurred to him that he was practically in the very position Icy had drawn him in. The picture that started the whole mess. Minus being the target of a circle jerk and the addition of being fucked. However, he was pretty sure he didn't sport the same shit eating grin. Just a furrowed brow and expression drawn in elated ink.

To his credit, Icy looked much the same.

Muted, lewd exclamations echoed in the small room, emanating equally from both participants of the carnal act. Nalz's tail coiled down Icy's and he fervently began to stroke himself. Desperate to relieve the tension built in his loins. Factor in the drake stretching his insides and stimulating his buried desires causing his endocrine system to run in overdrive and he felt ready to burst like an overfilled balloon.

Two more strokes and all the tension and pressure evaporated in body locking release. A jaw painfully clenched, back arced, body rigid, toes curled, tail constricting, voice stealing, breath arresting and sphincter tensing orgasm unlike any he had experienced in recent memory. His cock strained in his hand with each fitful, blissful release that brought him one step closer from rapture to Earth with each subsequent ejaculation. The mess he left on his chest, belly and hand a very, very distant concern.

Nalz felt Icy shiver and growl as he reached his own cloud nine, diving from the precipitous edge of the floating oasis with all the grace of a cinder block. He felt like the physical embodiment of an earthquake in his exertion to Nalz as he lay atop him, filling him with his intoxicating heat. The way his face contorted with his intense release brought a smile to Nalz's lips. He wasn't the only one that looked cute amidst the throes of orgasm.

Icy lay limp and panting on top of the lizard as they both caught their breath and wits in the afterglow. The drake licked one of Nalz's abused shoulders carefully and included a few short, final thrusts. Nalz wrapped his upper arms around the drake's neck, second pair under his arms and held him close. After over a year away from home, in various countries, with nobody to hold against you, no heartbeat to keep your own company, he suddenly felt contentment. Nalz missed him and wanted him back as soon as he pulled out, longing for the heat and proximity.

Though it was much to his rear's relief. It was more than grateful to be rid of the large conqueror.

When Icy kissed him he didn't hesitate to reciprocate, rumbling his appreciation as the drake stroked the back of his head affectionately. He could never imagine tiring of the feeling in his lifetime. Icy released Nalz's legs and he sighed at the freedom between snout contact angle adjustments. The simple pleasure of scale contact and tenderness was welcome after the frenzy.

Eventually all good things come to an end and their lips parted, reluctantly. Each simply looked at the other unsure of what they were waiting for. Maybe some undiscovered spark or acknowledgment that they weren't the worst lay ever. Nalz saw a content smile behind the drake's lively, ruby eyes. Icy sensed an appreciative smirk in the lizard's sarcastic dark emerald gaze. He sat up and scooted Nalz back on the bed so he could kneel between the lizard's legs, idly toying with his sensitive, receding length. Nalz shivered and lay back, more than happy to leave the drake undisturbed. He could play with him all day long if he wanted to.

"Hope I wasn't too rough on you." Icy said with concern after a minute of silence, previously preoccupied with further molesting Nalz. A one-hundred and eighty degree flip from his earlier manner.

"I-I'm not complaining, am I?" Nalz stuttered as his glans was delicately attended to. "Not until tomorrow anyway." He added sarcastically. Icy chuckled as he rubbed the lizard's scabrous belly with a conveniently nearby dirty shirt, leaving his penis to retreat safely back into its slit as he cleaned the lizard.

"I apologize for nothing." Nalz rolled his eyes playfully.

"Of course not, I expected nothing less. But, how am I supposed to explain these marks you, so generously, left on me if anybody sees them?" Nalz questioned as he rubbed his shoulders. Dried blood flaked off his scales.

"Don't rub it off onto my bed!" Icy warned, further violence hinted at in his tone. "I don't know. You're smart, you'll think of something. Besides, you're a rather delectable piece of meat and I couldn't resist sinking my teeth into you. That and you were being a little bitch about taking it."

Nalz couldn't help the blush that crept into his face. "You're no help, asshole." The insult held no ire under the massage Icy had started to lavish on his shoulders.

"You wouldn't keep coming back if you didn't love the abuse."

"Before tonight it was always just verbal. This was on an entirely different level." Nalz let his head fall back, basking in the pleasing attention. Icy moved down to the lizard's chest.

"I didn't hear you complain." Icy said confidently in defense of his actions. Nalz looked ready to respond but stopped. He looked to the side and shrugged his shoulders noncommittally. The courage to blatantly admit he enjoyed how Icy handled him still escaped him, for no particular reason. It wasn't as if the drake was going to judge him. Not that he had any room to even if he attempted.

"I knew you wouldn't disappoint once I got the ball rolling." He added, scratching Nalz's chin.

"I didn't have a whole lot of choice in the matter, did I?" Nalz's protest was halfhearted, head tilted back.

"That was all talk. If you had really not wanted to and straight up said, 'no,' nothing would have happened tonight."

"So why the rough and tough act?" The lizard's tone held mild irritation.

"Wasn't all an act. You just needed a little nudge in the right direction." Nalz resisted the urge to rub his smarting rear.

"Uh huh, so the drawing of blood was just part of the act?"

"Well, that was a little unintended. The way you went all limp got me going and made me go a little overboard. It is kind of cute. The way you were all vulnerable." Being called cute always made him feel oddly self conscious. The moral insistence that he should cover himself gnawed annoyingly at the back of his mind. Nalz moved to sit up, even with the big drake looming over him, as the pleasing warmth in his gut began to dissipate.

He was met with another kiss, lasting only long enough to push him back down. Icy's grin was broad, toothy and content.

"Going somewhere, Leezard?" He cooed, petting Nalz's head spines, snout mere millimeters away. Nalz struggled to check his watch under the delicious onslaught.

"I would love to stay longer and partake of the coming cuddle fest, but the last thing I need is anybody asking questions about why I'm coming back so late."

"Aw. I suppose I should get to bed myself. If I'm tired at work tomorrow I blame you. Keeping me up passed my bed time!"

"Me!" Nalz scoffed.

"Yes, you." Icy teased, flicking his tongue across the tip of Nalz's snout. He rubbed at it vigorously on impulse.

The drake reluctantly slid off the bed and stretched slowly. Showing off. Typical. Nalz followed and mimicked him, cringing at the throbbing in his shoulders and ass. He really hoped no one noticed the blindingly obvious bite marks. Making sure nobody was in the same shower container was going to be annoying. At least they wouldn't be on display as long as he had a shirt on. Maybe he could say he was attacked by some stray dog.

"You still down to hang out tomorrow?"

Nalz turned to the, naked from the waist down, drake and couldn't resist a glance down. Icy smirked and went back to dressing. "Sure, got anything you want to do in mind?"

"Not really. Watch a movie, chill, fuck, whatever." Icy said with an impish grin. Nalz huffed in mock irritation.

"You're insatiable."

"You didn't say no." Icy added, matter-of-fact, sing song in manner.

He ignored the drake, pulled his trousers on, buckled his holster and readjusted it. On impulse Nalz wrapped his four arms around the drake's chest and squeezed him once his belt was secured. Icy awkwardly hugged the lizard's arms in return. With that out of the way Nalz put on his shirt and tucked it in. He found it amusing how nonchalantly they were acting. As if their transgressions had never occurred. He could still smell the act lingering faintly in the air.

Icy walked with Nalz to the door and they stepped outside into the freezing night. "Hope you enjoyed yourself tonight." His tone held no double meaning.

"Of course. It's always fun hanging out with you." Nalz said with a grin. "Have to do it again sometime." He couldn't believe he had just said that. Icy laughed, a cheery evocation. He extended his hand.

"Sure thing, lizard, anytime."

"See you tomorrow then." Nalz replied, accepting the handshake.

Nalz turned as the drake's door closed, head swimming in a raging torrent of thoughts as he stalked the dark dirt roads. He was glad he didn't have a rifle to sling over his shoulder, material bouncing on his wounds. A feeling that he was going to have some trouble sleeping bothered him. Not solely because of the ache under his tail.

At least he knew, for certain, that he had no regrets about what happened. Now he had some vivid mental images for when he found himself with some alone time to look forward to.

It would be a long time before the night's activities faded into memory.

For Icy, by Nalz

2012 February 07 1130