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Cabana

 Confessions

By AnonEmis

"Erika, please try to listen to me!"

I stared desperately at the young female wolf in front of me, pining for a response. It didn't look like I would get one. Erika was my girlfriend of 5 years, now soon to be my ex. She was the "One." That was what all my friends and family had called her, and I suppose it seemed likely; she was intelligent, witty, and drop-dead gorgeous. The wolf standing in a tearful mess before me could not have been more different than the woman I fell in love with. Her blond hair which flowed like a river of gold was frizzled and unkempt. Her chocolate-brown eyes were tearstained and bloodshot, makeup running down in black rivulets and staining the pearly fur on her cheeks. It pained me to see her in such sorrow and agony; even more so to know that it was my fault. I guess confessions of this scale don't just make ripples; they make tidal waves. I tried to look Erika in the eye, to try and find some glimmer of hope in her pupils, to try somehow to salvage this wreck of a relationship. All I saw, and all I would get, were anger and agony. Steeling myself, I took a step forward; my arm extending, trying to touch her.

She recoiled as if I were a poisonous insect; immediately taking two steps towards the wall, eyes bulging and wild. Gasps escaped her throat in short, shaky, and violent bursts. She managed to speak, although her voice was hoarse and shrill, a banshee.

"Don't you fucking touch me!"

"Erika..." I whispered, a soothing tone on my lips.

"You don't deserve to say my name, you godless faggot!"

Like a hammer and sickle, my heart was smashed and slashed. My eyes widened. I thought she would understand! I took a step backwards, my paws raised in surrender. It was useless. Erika resumed her verbal assault, spearing me with her words.

She continued as her rage beginning to take over her and she ranted.

"You pathetic excuse for a tiger! You spend five years lying to me, making me think that I was the one! I gave up everything for you! And now you say you're gay? You bastard!"

"I'm sorry."

"Go to hell!"

At this point, I knew she would not listen to reason; I had pushed her over the edge. One second, my mind was in overdrive, and the next, it had reached consensus. My lungs took in deep breaths as I prepared myself for what would be the most painful few seconds in our future. I stared my ex-girlfriend in her tear-soaked eyes, ignoring the pain staining the surface.

"I'm sorry, Erika. But, we're over." Was all I said. It was all I could say.

Her face contorted in revulsion, disgust etched on her features. She glared at me and clenched her fists. They were trembling, just like the rest of her body. She shook her head, the blond hair falling in front of her face like a curtain to hide her emotions. She remained like this for what seemed like an eternity. Her head was bowed, and her eyes obstructed by her now mussed hair. I saw her shoulders racking in silent sobs. I saw her now and then violently shake her head. I saw her suddenly stop and clench her fists. She looked up and glared at me, eyes brimming and blazing with pure hatred.

"Get out."

My eyes widened.

"Erika, I-I..." I began to stutter. She was kicking me out of our apartment. My own home. My voice and words must have pushed her over the edge and she whirled around, her hair whipping her face like frenzied snakes. She stumbled lurchingly over to the coffee table next to her and picked up a picture frame, gripping it in her claws. A flash of recognition, as quick as a bolt of lightning, streaked in my mind. It was a picture of me and Erika kissing for the first time five years ago. It was in 2007, we were both exactly 20 years old then. Erika's paw was blocking the frame, but I could see it as clear as ever in my memory. Our eyes closed, lips locked, cares forgotten, and paws intertwined. Erika had a paw free, holding the camera but both of us had ignored it, only wanting to make the moment last for all of time. It didn't work out.

Without warning, she pirouetted back to me. She wound up her arm and hurled it at my head. The last thing I remembered was the picture rushing at me, the precious moment engraved on the frame physically embedding itself into my eyes...

........................

2 Weeks Later

"Hey!"

With a short, startled outburst, my eyes snapped open like camera shutters. I frantically looked around; I was in an airplane, sitting in first class. To my right was an ovular window, the view obscured by the vast and white clouds. To my left, was an amused-looking crimson dragon. Dante. He looked at me, emerald green eyes danced with a playful light, as if they were teasing me for my sudden shout. He crossed his muscular arms over his equally muscular chest and grinned easily. He turned his crested head back to the front and leered at me from the corner of his eye. He was stifling a snicker.

"Awwe, was little Hunter having bad dreams?" He taunted, his baritone voice ringing in my sore ears, the air pressure straining them. I managed to snarl, baring my fangs in a gesture of friendly intimidation, if such a thing ever existed.

"Shut the fuck up, Dante. Or else I make your life a living nightmare." I rumbled.

Dante only chuckled, lightly punching my shoulder. He was always a jokester, never taking anything seriously and regarding life as one huge party.

"God, even on vacation, you still have that stick up your butt." He mocked, shaking his scaly head in mock disapproval. "And here I was, hoping some downtime could work that stick out."

I glared at him, but the dragon seemed unperturbed. His smug grin was still plastered on his coppery coloured face. Our eyes met, my steely blue eyes meeting his green ones. One pair showed anger, and the other only showed slight mirth. We stared at each other for a while, silently challenging the other to make a move. All of a sudden, out of sheer randomness, Dante went and lightly flicked my nose with a retracted claw. I gave another yell and my paws flew up to my nose. A childish act from a childish person. I could only stare dumbfounded at Dante, completely caught off guard while the dragon opposite me just grinned even wider. His brawny chest was heaving even more with his snickers.

"Snap out of it, Hunt." He drawled, lips shaping into a smirk. Just like that, my anger faded. I was resigned to looking at him with a false façade of seriousness, hiding my laughter. Dante was impossible to stay mad at, just when you were really going to let him have it; he would say something that would bring to your knees, laughing your ass off. Not to mention, Dante was very charismatic, the looks, the voice, and the personality. He was the perfect guy, a god among men. Anyone could get enthralled by him. Including me. I let my arms fall down to my side, shook my head, and exhaled in frustration.

He had just used the nickname he gave me when we were kids in grade school. We have been friends our entire childhood. Actually, we were more like brothers, sticking up for each other, covering each other's asses, getting into trouble, typical juvenile stuff. We both knew how to push each other's buttons and shrug off the other's teasings. We'd been like that the moment we met, to this very moment sitting on a 747 to a resort island in the Caribbean.

It was funny that we were best friends, because we could not have been more different; personality and interest-wise. He was one of the usual high-school jocks, athletic, confident, and having the body of a god. Muscles layered his body, rippling through his fiery scales but he still remained lean. He was a dragon after all. Girls flocked in crowds to him, but he always spent most of his time hanging out with me. People teased him about spending time with his "boyfriend", but he didn't really give a shit; Dante thought of me as a good friend.

And only a friend, I thought bitterly. All through high school and college.

As for me, I was sort of a hybrid. I was a nerd, but I wasn't socially inept; I was part of the "cool crowd", but got high grades as well. Anyone that had tried to pick on me would get their tails whupped by Dante, all it took now was a glare from him and would-be attackers would turn and run. When he wasn't beating the crap out of bullies, he was trying to set me up with a girlfriend. Blind dates were his favorite. However, they usually ended in very awkward conversations for me. It's not that I'm ugly, I was fairly good looking, with a sprinter's physique. But I really never had much luck at getting into a serious relationship. According to Dante, I was marriage material, the type of person you would settle down with and spend your lives together forever. That might have been a good outlook if I was forty. Him? In Dante's own words, he "Humps And Dumps." Over the course our eight years in high school and college, he successfully stole and broke the hearts of 21 different girls and he would always tell me about the poor female after he had dumped her.

But he had a caring side, no doubt. Dante had noticed my train wreck of a love life and spent months giving me pointers on how to "hook up." He got me to go with him to the gym and work out regularly. When we both enrolled in the same college, girls began to notice me too. Unfortunately for me, Dante now thought he was some sort of romance guru; giving me advice on how to "please" Erika and then after the breakup, dragging me on this vacation to the Caribbean. It never occurred to him once that during our countless hours working out, talking, or just hanging out that I began to look at him in a different way. I felt myself, against my better judgement; fall in love with this perfect dragon. He was the reason I turned gay.

"Hunter!"

I jumped again. My eyes returned to focus and I realized to my great embarrassment that I had been dreamily staring at Dante while I was reminiscing. He looked back at me, his draconic eyes boring a hole in my skull. I couldn't tell by his expression, but he definitely seemed to look suspicious. Under my orange and black fur, I felt the blood rush to my cheeks as I blushed furiously. I shied away from Dante's look; afraid of his response.

"Hunt, zoning out, are we?" He spoke, a tense undertone edging his voice.

I jerkily scratched the back of my neck, trying to find a way to climb out of the social hole I had fallen into.

"S-s-sorry, I umm... Got a little lost in thought."

I could feel his prying gaze on me, digging into my hide and seeming to unearth my real feelings. I lowered my head to avoid his eyes, but like heat-seeking missiles, they seemed to track me.

"Hunter..." Dante whispered. His voice was dangerously soft but serious.

Oh shit, I thought to myself, he knows. I could feel my fur standing on edge and my muscles tensing for the inevitable.

"Yes?" I feebly whimpered, I felt like a little kitten now, caught doing something wrong by his father. I peeked a glance at my friend. He certainly looked pissed. He reminded me of my dad. Dante certainly looked the part of the scolding father, with his crossed arms and surly frown. His pupils dilated dangerously and the membrane of his head crests flexed and twitched in annoyance.

"Please look me in the eye and tell me the truth." He stated firmly, a demand rather than a request.

I reluctantly met his fierce eyes, almost afraid of what he was going to do. Heart pounding a relentless percussion, I braced myself for the coming shit-storm.

Dante continued, his deep voice accusing.

"Hunter." Dante whispered. His voice had taken a hard tone.  "You've been doing catnip, haven't you?"

What.

The words sunk into my ears and deflated like a punctured balloon. Catnip? I felt the bottom of my jaw fall comically open. Dante could not have been farther away from the truth than that. My eyes were now wide open, the lethargic arms of sleep broken. They bulged in disbelief at Dante's obscure accusation. The hell did he just say?

Dante must have taken my silent shock as confirmation of his hunch and he frowned. The dragon finally face-palmed and wearily struck a glancing blow on my brow.

"Damn it, Hunter! You were the last person I would have expected to do drugs. Do you what that shit will to you?"

The blow jolted my mind back into working order and my mind began to work again. While rubbing the spot where he had hit me, I shook my head vigorously.

"No, no, no, Dante. I'm not doing catnip." I hastily began.

"Bullshit." He interrupted. "People don't just randomly zone out for five minutes and stare at their friends like their minds are a thousand frikking miles away." His head crests continued to flare in anger.

His baritone voice, quite loud in the confined space of the passenger plane cabin, attracted a few eavesdroppers. A pair of tawny owls in particular, were in the row beside us. They were trying, and failing, to discreetly listen in on our awkward conversation with their feathered heads convulsively bobbing slightly. One malicious sideways glance from Dante however, got both of them to snap their heads straight forwards. My friend looked back to me, a questioning look etched on his snout. No words were spoken, but I could tell he was waiting for an explanation.

I let out an exasperated breath.

"OK, I'm on any drug whatsoever. If I were, how would I even get on this damn plane?"

"Uh-huh." Dante didn't look convinced, so I doggedly pressed on.

"Plus, remember the blood test and shots we had to take the week before the trip? We both passed negative."

I glared at the dragon next to me, my eyebrows raised; an unspoken dare for him to keep on badgering me. With one last head-shake, Dante raised his clawed hands in defeat and let the anger ebb away.

"Alright, alright." He said, closing his eyes and lowering his arms back to his sides. "I believe you."

Dante's emerald eyes then narrowed at me, the familiar glint of humour returning. He shifted in his seat, so that his entire body faced me.

"But if you start claiming you're "winning" or that you've got tiger blood in your veins, I'm throwing your furry ass into rehab."

I rolled my eyes at his dumb jibe.

"You're freaking hilarious." I dryly said. "How long is this plane ride going to last again? I want to hear more of your funny-ass jokes."

"Oh!" He exclaimed, as if he were only remembering something. The dragon bolted straight up in his seat. "We land in 45 minutes, that's why I woke you up.

"What?" I looked out the window. The clouds were long gone and all I could see was azure sea meeting an equally azure sky. In the distance, a large spot of colour caught my eye. That must be the Bijou Resort. I marveled at the island, it looked ravishing. A spotless and almost pure white ring of sand surrounded the island and the small village in the center. The village itself was a cornucopia of colour. Even from this distance, I could see all the vivid colours of the humble buildings. From my view in the air, the Bijou Resort looked like an opal gem ringed by gold. The sight reminded me of something I read in college. Bijou was the French word for jewel. It was a fitting name, looking at the island from above. A true, natural gem, as colourful as the culture there might be.

"Holy shit, man. That's the second time you zoned out in minutes!"

"Hmm?" I looked at Dante. He looked back at me, a displeased look on his face. "You sure you're not high?"

"Sorry," I quickly said, "I'm just a little jet-lagged. I'm gonna go wash up."

I unsteadily rose from my seat, my bones and muscles creaked and cracked in protest, but I began to squeeze past Dante. The dragon sat back in his seat to make room for me. He opened his maw to speak.

"Have fun, princess." He said lazily before actually taking his hand and lightly slapping the seat of my shorts as I stepped into the aisle.

My back arched wildly and I made the closest to a yelp that a feline could. Behind me I could hear Dante attempting to stifle his snickers. Despite me knowing it was just teasing, I couldn't help but blush at feeling the touch of his hand on my body. I stiffly strode down the aisle of the plane to the washroom, trying hard not to fall down out of sheer embarrassment. Thankfully, no one seemed to notice my embarrassing yelping noise. The other passengers were either reading or listening to music with the cheap headphones the airline provided.

You pervert, I disdainfully thought to myself. Still though, part of my mind secretly, but guiltily, enjoyed it.

........................

An hour later, we were on solid land, much to my relief. After an additional few hours going through what I suspect is a global tradition of tedious passport checking, Dante and I made it out of the modern and western-styled terminal. We had stepped into a new world. While the airport had been as modern and tourist friendly, the city was in stark contrast. From the sky, the buildings simply looked colourful, but up close, they were vibrant; exploding with life. The houses and apartments were of all different heights and colours, shamelessly clashing with each other, throwing protocol to the wind. The upper levels held brick verandas decorated with gardens while the lower levels were dedicated to selling many wares; from small trinkets to rip-offs of many American brand-name shoes. Colorful, handwritten signs advertised the wares in English, Spanish, and even French. The sidewalks were synonymous with the buildings. They were crowded with people of all species and sizes. There were an abundance of orcas, sharks, and exotic looking birds. All looked busy, bustling down the street in traditional and colourful dress of the place.

I turned to Dante nervously. Out of all the species I observed passing by us, we were the only tiger and dragon I saw. Many of the avian and cetacean locals gave us furtive, curious looks and it made me nervous. It did not help that we each had a large traveling pack slung on our backs as well. My friend turned to me as well.

"Wow, isn't this awesome?" He asked, barely contained enthusiasm tinged his voice.

I raised an eyebrow. "Kidding me? The place looks nice, but we couldn't be more foreign-looking. We stick out like a pair of sore thumbs." I then turned away, trying to get my bearings.

"Oh for the love of..." Dante exasperated. "Sometimes, I want to get you drunk, just to see you loosen up."

"Well screw you too, Dante." I felt a blush coming onto my cheeks yet again, crowds always made me nervous. I felt constricted, like my lungs were in a vise.

Suddenly, I felt a hand on my shoulder. In surprise, I whipped my head around so hard that my neck cracked audibly. I saw Dante with his strong hand on my shoulder. For once, he had a sincere smile on his lips and a kind look in his beautiful eyes. He tenderly squeezed my shoulder, as an older brother would comfort his younger sibling. Being this close and personal to my secret crush knocked any sense of rationality out of me. I had to look away to avoid accidently bursting out with an "I love you."

"Don't worry, Hunter." He reassured me, his voice soft. "You look good, no need to be worried."

He tilted his scaly head slightly, trying to meet my eyes.

"Oh- umm. Thanks..." I managed to stutter out. Dante had been my friend for over 15 years but his words managed to stir something deep inside me, like they were pulling on my heartstrings. To my chagrin, my cheeks again felt the flush of rouge colouring them. However, I got the distinct impression that Dante felt something too. He kept his hand on my shoulder a bit too hard, his stare lingered on me for a beat too long. His eyes seemed to radiate a certain vibe. Maybe it was platonic, but it seemed to be more primal, needier. It looked like hunger. Could it possibly...? No. Can't be.

And in an instant, the look was gone; replaced by the usual humorous and carefree spark. He grinned his shit-eating grin and cajoled away from me. He hailed a cabbie in a rickety yellow Volkswagen with a taxi light duct-taped to the roof and opened the passenger door. He beckoned for me to enter, gesturing with his open palm.

"Ladies first!" He chirped, the teasing tone back in his deep voice and his talons extended towards the open seat. His loud words and hand gesture carried me back to reality. I responded with a hand gesture of my own, albeit far less courteous.

We both piled into the cramped back seat of the cab and settled ourselves in as best as we could. (There were no seatbelts; they had been torn off long ago.) The cab driver, a grizzly looking crocodile, craned his neck to look back at the two of us with a surly look. Upon seeing we were tourists, his frown immediately changed. He probably thought we were the stereotypical spending type of Westerners. A shifty smile on his face, he nodded politely at us.

" 'Ey monsieurs, where to?" A native French speaker, Haitian dialect to be exact.

"The Bijou Resort." Dante said confidently.

The croc's eyes widened in glee. The Bijou Resort? Only the richest ever went to resorts like that. Obviously the pair must be wealthy.

"Oh, Bijou Resort? Very well, but I'm afraid there is an extra fee for tourists, the place is far away, yes. Five hours, I think."

"What?" I suspiciously inquired. I took a glance at the fare chart. "There is no extra fee for tourists."

"Je suis désole. But it is new policy." The croc stuck a grubby hand in my face, palm open and expecting payment.

Dante, who had been quietly examining the grimy fare prices, looked up. In a flash, he reached out with a brawny arm and roughly pulled the unfortunate cabbie by the collar of his polo shirt. Forcing the croc to meet his glaring eyes, Dante snarled.

"I know a scamming liar when I see one." He growled, punctuating the threat with a flexing of his sinewy arms. "C'mon Hunter, this cab smells like rat."

We scrambled out of the cab, slamming the rusty door behind us. The Volkswagen immediately burned rubber out of the curb and into the melee of traffic. Dante had the same effect on people who tried to pick on me when we were both enrolled in Jefferson High and UDF College. Again, he was a dragon. No one really fucked with dragons.

"Wow," I said, looking at him with one eyebrow raised in amusement. "Just like high school."

Dante stared after the fleeing cab. He turned back to me and gave a toothy grin along with a chuckle.

"I'm not letting some asshole steal our cash. I'm saving that for the clubs and nightlife." He told me with a conspirator's wink. "One way or another, we are both getting some tail!"

I groaned good-naturedly. He was being funny, but he was also being serious. Inside, my heart fell in its cradle. Dante, my best friend and my biggest crush: straighter than a goddamn ruler.

.....................

I managed to wave down a second taxi. This driver, a female orca, was much more honest-looking than that crocodile. Dante and I piled in once more and we drove straight into the cluster of cars, people, smoke, and noise. We were in the middle of a particularly murderous traffic jam when Dante suddenly faced me. His handsome face showed concern.

"Hey Hunter."

I had been staring solemnly out the slightly foggy window. The AC inside the car and the soaking heat outside colliding in the windowpane made it hard to see. But I was fine with that, I preferred to see the world as a cloudy mass; it seemed a lot more peaceful than that. Hearing Dante's voice snapped me out of my daze. I swiveled my head to face him; absentmindedly stroking the fur on my neck.

"Yeah?" I asked.

Dante seemed to pause in the midst of moving his mouth; as if he were choking back words. He looked down at his lap for a second than looked back up to me.

"You've been really quiet, even on the plane. If you're not on any drug, what's wrong? Why are ya acting like this?"

I bit my lip. I couldn't tell him I was lovesick for him, Dante was about the only friend I had left. After I broke up with Erika, that horrible bitch managed to turn almost all of my friends against me. Dante was the only one who didn't listen to the rumours. He was the only one that actually stood up for me. If I told him what was really on my mind, I would no doubt ruin a life-long friendship. I decided to tell a half-truth.

After looking to see if the driver was eavesdropping, (The orca had her headphones on, blaring reggae into her ears.) I spoke quietly.

"I've..." I cut myself off, unsure of how to continue. Lying was never my strong point. Dante placed a reassuring claw on my shoulder, although that did nothing but get me even more flustered.

"I've been thinking about my breakup with Erika." I blurted out, saying the first thing that came to mind. "I've been really lonely since..."

I hung my head in shame. I sounded like such a wimp.

"Chin up, Hunter. C'mon, don't be so sad." Dante whispered. His voice had taken on a tender tone. The second time today.

"I know, it's just that. I'm still...." I began to stutter, my own words coming out like spurts of water from a drowning cat. I never felt so cold.

The next thing I knew, the cold had been banished, driven away by the warmth of Dante's body. I looked up in shock. He had edged closer to me, draping a protective arm around my shoulders. His lovely scent drifted lazily into my nostrils. It was perfume to me, sweet and musky from an hour standing under the tropical sun. Without even knowing it, I let out a content purr, as if I were snuggling close to my old mama. I felt Dante's breath washing over my ears, making them perk up in attention. He gripped me a little tighter, a big brother protecting his little baby brother. I snuggled in closer, trying to melt into his embrace without coming across as too forward. I felt his snout drawing close to my ear.

"Don't worry, Hunter. I'm here for you bro, and always will be." He whispered in my ear.

My heart started to race. Being this close to the dragon I love, feeling his warmth, his breath, his heartbeat, it was the first time in weeks since the breakup that I felt truly at peace. I must have drifted off to a deep slumber, because the next thing I knew, the cab had halted and Dante was lightly shaking me awake.

........................

We had arrived at the Bijou Resort reception. Looking up, I could see the sky had darkened considerably, the stars bursting the horizon with their celestial light. The night did little to douse the life and sound of the island. If anything, it made it even louder; I could hear parties blaring tribal music in the distance.

We paid the cab driver and wearily walked down the winding, marble pathway to the reception building. The place, no bigger than a two story house, was entirely made of wood, the outside walls decorated with local art, murals of beaches, villages, and the pearly sea. Dante and I walked through the sliding doors and greeted the receptionist at his desk. The parrot receptionist gave us a cursory look over and spun in his chair. He faced his computer and placed his hands on the keyboard. Craning his head to face us, he politely nodded in greeting.

"Hello gentlemen. May you please state your last name?"

"It's a room for two." Dante spoke. "Reserved under the name, Moretti."

"Let me see... Ah yes, here it is, Dante Moretti, room for two." The receptionist smiled. He looked up at us suggestively, his eyes twinkling.

"We don't see many dragons or tigers around here; may I ask your companion's name?"

"Companion?" Dante looked at me, bewilderment in his green eyes. I returned the look.

"Ohnonononono." Dante blurted out, "We're not... Uh, together."

"Yeah. Just friends." I added, nodding my head like an idiot.

"Oh?" The parrot said, he seemed pleased. "In that case, if either of you gentlemen have questions or require a guide, I'll be here."

He abruptly stood and went over to a large board mounted on the wall; mounted on it were several protrusions for holding keys. The receptionist selected one and handed it to Dante.

"Your cabana's number is zero-three-nine. It's the third one from this building, in the row closest to the beach. Enjoy your stay."

"Thank you." Dante replied.

I felt a rough shove on my flank as Dante ushered me out of the lobby and back into the sunset sky. We walked down another stone pathway surrounded by lush foliage, it was as if someone had carved a path of stone straight through a jungle. We made our way down the winding path and onto the beach. The glimmering grains of sand flowed through out sandals and ran itself through our toes. We marched in silence for a bit, an awkward silence hanging over us like a fog. It was ten minutes before Dante finally spoke.

"The people you run into these days, huh?" He remarked.

"Yeah..." I half-heartedly agreed before falling into uncomfortable silence once again. I replayed the words just spoken in the hotel lobby. They were words on a broken record; relentlessly repeating themselves until they crawled into my head like worms. "Not together... just friends". I huffed in defeat. And I had been so happy cuddling next to him on the taxi. It was only an act of friendship. Nothing more. I was a fool to think Dante felt the same about me. An unhealthy crush, against nature.

The beach was empty, save for a few eccentric sharks and otters swimming among the waves, disappearing beneath the breakers for a split second and then popping up laughing somewhere farther along the shore. Other than us, the beach was barren. We finally reached our cabana. It was tiled with ceramic walls, unlike the reception area. Upon closer inspection, it was decorated with similar mosaic-like paintings. They covered all four sides of the cabana, the gold and white colours seamlessly blending the cabana with the sandy ground. The art style was odd, it was difficult to discern shape or form. However, it strongly resembled a reptilian creature holding hands with another person. A wolf? Maybe a fox. It looked very orange, so maybe a fellow tiger?

Dante pulled out the key and inserted into the steel lock embedded into the wood door. Inside, the cabana was cozy and homey. Two beds, side by side were already made and the sheets were pressed. They faced a large flat screen TV. That explained the satellite dish on the roof. A small hallway led to a spacious bathroom with marble flooring and shag carpeting. I walked in and looked at the tub; a Whirlpool brand Jacuzzi. Next to it was a glass partition with a shower head. I looked up from the tub and noticed the mirror. Leaning in close, I saw myself; a tiger with a handsome face, albeit a little plain. My body was fit, framed with muscles though not nearly as built as Dante. I looked from side to side, sizing myself up. Would Dante ever look at my body the way I looked at his? I looked closer and sighed. I'd been carrying my pack the whole time. I shrugged off the heavy satchel and let it fall to the floor with a thunk. I heard the sound of the television in the next room and assumed Dante was watching TV.

"Hey Dante! I'm gonna change, alright?" I yelled out the door.

"Gotcha, don't take too long! I gotta piss!" Was the faint response.

I stripped off all my clothes and casually threw them in a pile on top of the granite countertop. I knelt down and began rummaging through my bag. I pulled out a fresh pair of underwear, briefs. I also put on a pair of cargo shorts and put those on two. I was about to also don a shirt but upon raising my arms to grab one, I noticed a putrid stench.

"Ugh...." I darkly muttered. If there was one thing all felines hated, it was body odor. Not like Dante's musk, that was pleasant, but it was the revolting, sour smell of unkempt fur. I once again took off my clothes and stepped into the shower. I murred in pleasure as I felt the hot water wash away all the pains and stress of the past few days.

About half an hour later, I stepped out of the washroom, feeling fresh and clean. Upon seeing me walk out, Dante immediately leapt from his bed he had claimed and place both claws onto my shoulders.

"Finally!" He exclaimed.

"Whoa there," I remarked, letting a hint of mock sarcasm into my voice. "What are you so ADD about?"

"Very funny," The dragon replied, the excited tone still lingering in his voice. "I was reading through the brochure the hotel left on the nightstand. They have a nightclub here!"

"So?"

"So?" Dante repeated, it was as if I had slapped him in the face. He looked shocked and bewildered.

"So?" He whispered again, "There will be tons of girls there!"

Typical Dante.

"Listen man, I'm not really interes- Ack!"

Dante shook me wildly. His draconic pupils glinted almost maniacally.

"Hunter..." Dante began to take a scolding tone, like I had done something wrong. "Think of all the new experiences, think of all the new people you'll meet, think of all the girls!"

He leaned in closer, until our snouts were a hair-breadth apart. With gritted teeth and husky tone, he said:

"And think of all the pussy!"

Oh for the love of...

I huffed in frustration, eventually I would crack; it was agony knowing I was this close to my dragon crush and him just not getting it. I really liked him, more than just a friend, more than just a bro. Damn it, I loved him! I loved his handsome face with the vibrant emerald eyes, I loved his beautiful scales: polished to a fault, I loved his body, the sexy muscles swathed in the stylish button-up shirt and cabana shorts. I wanted him, but it didn't seem like I would ever get him. I freed myself from his grasp and took a step back. I looked at him, scolding and imploring.

"Dante, thanks, but... I think I'll pass." I quietly asserted.

Dante's draconic features furrowed in confusion. He tilted his head, imitating an owl puzzled by an enigma.

"Why not?"

I began to feel pressure in my body, my mind was screaming. I could not go one like this, to go so far and to stop just before going all the way. Turmoil, chaos, confusion: that was what I was going through right now.

Tell him! Shrieked one voice.

No! You'll ruin everything! Boomed another.

My lips were like slabs of meat, flopping and unable to form coherent words. I bit into them with my fangs, trying desperately not to blurt out something that would completely obliterate any chance of both of us enjoying this vacation. My mouth moved; forming words that seemed distorted and foreign even to me.

"I'm just not interested in girls right now." I heard my own voice dictate in monotone. Immediately I slapped myself mentally, I had just thrown subtlety straight out the goddamn window. I looked at Dante, trying to divine his reaction from his stony face. At once, his face animated, like an artist had suddenly decided to recreate his subject's features all over again. Frustration was what that dominated his emotions.

"Holy crap, man. Are you going to let one sour relationship ruin everything for you? You gotta move on, Hunt!" He practically yelled.

I had it. My mind was made up, deciding on one point of action and never looking back. It was all or nothing at this point.

"No, Dante. You don't understand; I'm not interested in girls, period."

His eyes widened, denial must have been clouding his thoughts. His scaly brow furrowed once more.

"W-what do you mean?" He breathed, voice husky and hoarse.

I don't know what came over me, I just suddenly got angry. Looking back, my frustration that Dante still could not take hints must have been steadily simmering in the pressure cooker that was my mind. At that moment, the pressure released itself, exploding in a torrent of emotions set free.

"You don't know why all the girls you set me up with got rejected? It's because... Because..."

I began to tremble, hot tears of angst moistening my fur, blinding me.

"Because why?" Dante nervously inquired.

I took in a deep, shuddering gasp of air. I needed to do this.

"Because," I choked out, my voice shaking with each syllable. "Because I'm..."

It was as if time had slowed down, the seconds slowly seeping down to a crawl. The silence was deafening, each beat of my heart, each intake of breath, each gulp of my dry throat, pounded in my ears and added to the rush of adrenaline coursing through my ears. I continued.

"...Gay..." I finally finished. "I'm gay and I have feelings for you."

Gay. It was only one word. Only one three-letter word, but it came crashing down mercilessly like a fifty-ton weight. It squashed any thought of speaking out of our heads and I could see Dante reeling in shock. He didn't show any physical sign of turmoil, but his eyes. Oh God, his eyes. Their forest green colour was stained by the revelation I had just slammed upon him. I could see straight through them, right down to his very thoughts. I wondered what was rushing through his head. Would he hate me? Would he recoil in disgust like Erika? Would he shrug it off, or maybe... He would say that he loved me?

I didn't know, and I probably never would. Because the next moment, he did something I never dreaded nor hoped for. He simply walked away. No words spoken, he just turned on his heel and strode to the open window by the door. I could hear each of his paw-falls on the hardwood. Boom, boom. Like claps of thunder, they rung in my ears. He placed his claws on the window sill and leaned heavily against them. I saw him shake his snout from side to side. Rejection. My heart dropped. I felt tears coming en masse, starting another assault on what little dignity I had left. What a fool I was! You, Hunter, are an absolute fool. You break up with your girlfriend of five years in hopes your male best friend will take you in. And now you ruined a friendship even more close than your relationship with Erika. You. Fucking. Idiot.

I did the only thing I could think of. I collapsed heavily on the bed opposite his and covered my face in my paws. I began to cry, not caring about my dignity or my tiger pride, I was crying because I lost the most important person in my life. And it was all my fault.

While I was sobbing, Dante must have said something but my racking, tortured gasps drowned it out. He repeated himself, louder this time.

"Why didn't you tell me that was why you broke up with Erika?" He asked. His voice was shaky, uncertain.

I stopped sobbing long enough for me to respond in between breaths.

"You... Never... Asked..."

I looked up through my tears and saw Dante still at the window, he was gripping the sill with all his strength, as if he were being tortured.

"I knew you were going to tell me when you were ready. It wasn't right to pressure you."

"W-well thanks. For all the good that did." I grated harshly. 

"We were best friends!" Dante cried in a tortured tone, a first for him.  He pounded the wall. He never showed sadness, stowing it away to make room for my problems. Now all that repression came crumbling down. I flinched at his sudden, painful outburst. It hurt to hear him in pain.

"I'm... Sorry..." I whispered.

Slowly, Dante turned back to face me. The moonlight illuminated the room, casting shadows outlined with silvery luminescence. In the otherworldly half-light, Dante stood before me, his body outlined in shadows and light. I saw his green eyes. I also saw something new in them. Tears. My own eyes widened in shock, my plight forgotten. A gritting of his teeth, a small shaking of his shoulders. Dante was crying.

I was transfixed, in terror of what I had just done. I just traumatized my best friend for my selfish wants. I was about to choke out another meaningless apology when Dante spoke. His voice was small, like he was a kid again.

"Don't be, Hunter. I... I..." The dragon looked down and swore under his breath. I saw his claws and crest flex convulsively. He met my steely cobalt eyes with a stare so strong, it could have held up a truck.

"I feel the same way too."

You could have knocked me straight to the floor with a feather when I heard those words. Like a knee-jerk reaction, I stood up as if the bed were electrocuted. And speaking of electricity, hope blasted through my veins like a lightning bolt, galvanising my body with hope. My eyes must have been the size of dinner plates. The tears were gone from my eyes, although they still shined brightly in Dante's.

"W-what?" Was all I was capable of saying. I stared dumbly at the dragon facing me, indecision streaking his face for a moment, almost instantly being replaced by determination. He resumed speaking in his rumbling baritone voice, now firm and steady.

"I said I feel the same way about you." He looked at me, almost begging with his arms spread out akimbo.

"Shit, Hunter, you were always there for me! You helped me with my homework, you were my first best friend! You hugged me when my own parents wouldn't, you were there when they divorced and you stood beside me when I tried to fight them." He cried, as if the words were torturing him.

Dante then doubled over, hands on his knees. I heard racking gasps, not unlike the ones Erika had made. I wanted to reach him, but I was paralyzed; in a daze by his words. Dante looked up longingly at me and spoke again.

"You gave me a place to stay when I got kicked out by my father. You were at my side after I would break up with a girl, you listened to all my stupid problems. You worked out with me and whenever I wanted to hang, you would say yes! I know I like girls, but I just, shit. I like you even more!" 

He yelled the last few sentences. He tightly shut his eyes, tears streaming like small rivers from his cheeks. I had an eerie flashback, with Erika standing before me instead of Dante, her cries filling the suddenly stuffy atmosphere. The beautiful dragon opened his eyes finally after a moment of silent cries. Our eyes met.

"Hunter, you were the closest I've gotten to a person, and I kind of figured your acts were more than just friendship." He whispered softly.

"But seeing you, and all the shit we've been through together, how could I not have fallen in love with you too?"

Silence. We stood there for a moment, but it seemed like the lifespan of the world itself. I knew each of us had some soul-searching to do, given both our huge confessions. Within the chaos and unknowns of my mind however, joy reigned supreme. Dante loved me back. A solitary tear, shed of happiness, trickled through my fur.

I began to walk. My paws made the journey, a trek only a few feet in reality but a mile in my mind. The world my eyes saw and the world my mind saw started to blend, meshing together in a pool of colour and thoughts. Erika was in front of me, crying. In a trance, I made my way over to her, sidestepping the pack lying on the floor. Then, for a flash, it was Dante in front of me, his green eyes beseeching. It flashed back to Erika, standing silently before me. I raised an arm, to touch and comfort her. But, instead of what happened before, Erika smiled. She placed a paw on her heart and closed her eyes serenely. She was soon bathed in an aura of white light and Dante reappeared before me, solid and real.

My outstretched paw touched Dante's teary cheek and gently stoked it. To my surprise, he didn't back away or recoil in disgust. He leaned his head into my petting paw, murring deeply. He raised his arm and placed his hand over mine, pressing it to his cheek. With his other arm, he gently grabbed my waist, urging me forward until our chests were mere centimeters apart and we could hear the other's breath; slow and steady. Our eyes met, tenderness and love were exchanged wordlessly through them, and all it took was a look into each other's pupils to see what was underneath. It was love.

I raised my other arm; it was not shaking, despite the tremors going through my heart and nerves. I placed the paw on Dante's other cheek. His strong claws found his way to my chest and he placed them there, not to push away, but rather to feel my heartbeat pounding like a drum. Like a doctor feeling a patient's pulse. I leaned in close, bringing my face to his. Dante didn't resist, the gorgeous beast letting me take the lead. I could feel his hot breath, a sample of the fiery blazes burning strong inside him. I could see his lips parting, and his eyes closing. I did the same.

We then kissed. The feeling, the sensation, was indescribable. I inhaled his breath, I tasted his tongue, I felt his claws grip my chest, tensing in ecstasy. It was, without a doubt, perfect. Our tongues began to passionately dance around each other, momentarily touching and swirling, only to break away to taste the other's lips and mouth. Deep, rumbling moans filled Dante's maw as he groaned in pleasure. I purred in response, letting the vibrations of the sound shake us both to the core. After what seemed like our combined lifetimes, we finally broke apart. Our eyes opened and we gazed at each other, slightly breathless.

"Hunter..." Dante huskily whispered, voice filled with lust, "I want this. And I want you."

I felt my lips curve into an innocent smile.

"Prove it." I whispered back.

The next thing I knew, I had been lifted up in Dante's powerful arms, and then thrown roughly onto his bed. The shock didn't last long; for Dante was lying on top of me, pinning my arms to my side and kissing me passionately. This time, I let him take control of me, letting Dante explore and exploit my maw, drawing several lustful moans from me. During a brief pause in our make-out session, I braced both of my paws against his chest and lifted his chest off of mine.

"Hey!" Dante pouted. "Not nice to tease!"

"Shut up." I breathed. My paws found a grip on Dante's collar. With a single heave, I tore his shirt open; a frenzied movement to release my new lover from his fabric bonds. With a tear, his shirt tore off. Buttons flew everywhere like bullets, but I didn't care. Dante straddled my hips, the only thing he had above his waist was his naughty smile. Soon, if I had my way, that smile would be the only thing he would wear. But for now, I was content to let my eyes bask in the sight of Dante's washboard abs and chest, glistening with his musky sweat. I felt a stirring in my nether regions, I let out a squeal when Dante, wanting still etched on his face, reached behind him and rubbed the rapidly growing bulge in my shorts.

"Ah! Oh god!" I gasped, my back arched and tongue hanging out in primal lust.

"Oh. You like that?" Dante whispered, his rumbly voice like music to my ears.

"Yes, Dante. Oh shit..." I groaned, reduced to nothing more than a vessel for Dante's whims. I felt a pair of hands on my shirt, pulling it off.

"Take that shit off." Dante snarled, eyes flashing with crackling energy. I flinched at his harsh tone, but I was also aroused; a part of me wanted to see what he would do to me. A bigger part needed it. I didn't resist; raising my arms over my head and letting the suddenly restricting garment get pulled off of me and cast aside. I could see Dante's expression light up with glee, a predatory smile playing across his lips as he drunk in the sight of my exposed body. He began with one claw; slowly placing it in his mouth and suckling on it, putting on a small show for me. Then, the finger came out, coated in saliva. I shivered and moaned in ecstasy as the wet finger teased and tickled my nipple. It kept swirling, until both of my nipples became hard as bullets and my nerves were sending me into a state of feral pleasure.

"Good God." Dante murred. "You feel good. Better than any girl. That's what you want to hear, isn't it, bitch?"

He was asserting himself over me, making me his slave. But, I didn't give a damn. I wanted this so badly that every fibre of my being cried out, begging to be ravished. He started to grind; his hardening member rubbing against mine through the restraining cloth. I watched through clouded eyes as Dante gyrated his hips, dry humping me and hurling me body further and further down the forbidden path. I felt my member growing, harder than ever. Our moans began to rise in a rapidly building crescendo of lust.

"Yes, Dante. Make me your bitch, please!" My voice was heard wailing. My mind was no longer in control of my body, my heart and emotions overriding any inhibitions I initially had. I saw his draconic features arrange themselves in a toothy grin.

"That's what I wanted to hear..." His strong released my aching nipples and began to rub the tent forming in his loose-fitting cabana shorts. My eyes lit up when I saw a dark spot begin to soak through the white fabric. Pre. I watched, mesmerized as Dante put his thumbs in the waistband. Then, while trapping me with his sexy stare, he pulled them down; underwear and all with no more teasing.

"Fuck..." I murmured, in awe of his perfect package. His cock stood at least ten inches long and three inches thick from thick shaft to pulsing tip. His balls hung low and tantalizing, like sweet fruit hanging from a tree. My imagination ran wild; imagining my tiger self being penetrated by that godly member, its huge, thick length ramming mercilessly into my ass with my legs spread wide open. Or maybe that sac being forced into my mouth, my tongue eagerly licking it like a sweet treat while Dante held my head in place while I pleasured him...

I was forcibly extracted from my lust-filled thoughts as Dante crawled up my body until he was kneeling on my chest, his sinewy torso leaning over my head with his arms bracing against the headboard of the bed. His tip was quivering just in front of my dry lips. It looked even bigger up close, I began to feel scared; how could I take all of it in me? That traitorous though was immediately banished, I wanted this, more than anything else on this damn planet. Murrs escaped my maw like I was a boom box; the purrs were intensified by his perfume of Dante's odor. I could smell his manly musk wafting into my nostrils. It got me high; higher than I ever could with any drug. The sweat, the precum, and Dante's natural scent filled my head, putting me into a state just above savagery.

I looked up, my eyes determined. Dante gave me another grin, and nodded reassuringly. I meekly returned the smile and turned my gaze to more pressing matters. I felt my lover's paw grasp me by one of my ears as he slowly guided me to his throbbing penis. My lips touched the quivering tip, the slit dribbling pre in streams all over my lips. As if by instinct, I licked them, savoring the sweet taste of Dante himself. Then, I took a deep breath and allowed Dante to enter my maw.

"Fuuuuck..." I could hear him rumble in pleasure, his breaths ragged. His hips began to thrust, slowly at first and not all the way. He was giving me time to get used to such a new feeling. Shit, it was heaven. Dante's huge cock filled my mouth, his taste indulging my tongue and getting it to work. I began to swish my tongue around the bulbous tip, lapping up the dripping liquid like a dog. I was rewarded for my efforts when Dante let loose a ruminating purr, getting me deeper into the horny throes of arousal.

He started to thrust in earnest, fucking my face with all his strength. My eyes shut themselves tightly as I felt my jaw be stretched to its limits. His long length nearly suffocating me as it rammed down my throat. I gagged at first, causing Dante to stop his passionate thrusts. No. I looked up sultrily into his eyes, a playful and naughty glint emanating from my irises.

I wanted more, my eyes spoke, I can handle it. I squeezed Dante's brawny thighs to assert my wants. He looked at me in apprehension, he must not want to hurt me. To give him a little incentive, I decided to tease him. Making sure he was watching, I slowly withdrew my maw from his erect member until only my lips were wrapped around the throbbing tip. I raised an eyebrow in a silent challenge. To my extreme pleasure, he accepted.

With renewed gusto, his hips began moving like pistons, roughly forcing Dante's juicy cock straight down my throat. I could not speak, barely breath even. It was all I could do to let out muffled moans of lust between Dante's loving fucking. I felt his balls constantly slapping my chin with each deep penetration of my aching jaw. Slap, slap, slap. The dirty sounds were like music to both our ears. Eventually, Dante began to fuck my face faster, deeper, and harder.

"Shit, shit, shit... I'm getting close, Hunter!"

"Mmmff!" Was my stuffed response.

I could tell; even if Dante hadn't said anything. His thrusts were erratic, rhythm abandoned in favor of getting as much pleasure as he could get out of my stuffed maw. His breathing was equally as sporadic as his hips: short, fast, blasts of breath as his moans bounced off the walls and roof of the room.

"Ahhhh!"

His pace increased until he was going full speed, his claws painfully digging into the side of my head. I could not have cared less, because I soon got my prize. Dante's cum, thick and creamy, flooded my mouth in a torrent of passion. It blasted into my waiting and thirsty mouth, filling the inside of my cheeks and warming my belly as I swallowed his tasty seed; salty and musky. Despite his climax, Dante continued to thrust his hips, cum completely filling my mouth and spilling over onto my lips and dribbling down my chin. He just kept on shooting, seed splatting onto my face, covering it in a layer of white.

"Ohh, yeah..." Dante groaned, pulling out of my maw and playfully slapping his flaccid member across my cum-stained cheek. "How'd I taste."

Taking in huge gulps of air and swallowing as much of Dante's jizz as possible, I managed to grin.

"Amazing."

"Glad to hear that, we're not done just yet." He seductively murred, turning on his hands and knees to face away from me. I caught a glimpse of his pert ass, muscular and taut. I could see his hole too. Dante must have noticed me looking and wiggled his rump and raised his tail; giving me a glorious view of his rear and love-hole. He looked over his shoulder, transfixing me with his naughty gaze.

"I was kind of hoping you would return the favor, Hunter..."

"Oh? What did you have in mind?" I huskily murmured.

Dante pursed his lips and waggled his rear once again for emphasis.

"Well," He drawled, "I want you to fuck me."

That was a bit unexpected, Dante always acted like an alpha-male. For him to want me to top him... Then again, his ass was very enticing, and he clearly wanted it so why should I deny my friend "fulfillment?" I felt my erection straining even harder against the prison of my briefs and shorts. My body had clearly made its decision, inhibitions be damned. I smirked and looked thoughtful, as if I was carefully considering it, while the copper-coloured dragon was on all fours beside me, looking at me with a hungry look with his tail still raised in an invitation.

"C'mon, Hunter, don't do this to me..." Dante was practically begging me. His voice was surprisingly needy, it surprised me to see him so desperately wanting to be the bottom.

"Well... Why the hell not?" I answered.

Dante's mouth curved into a feral grin, lust and love coating his emotions. His naked body crawled towards to my shorts. Imitating me, he grabbed the sides of the shorts and pulled with his mighty strength. The shorts ripped in half with a great tearing and soon I was in my underwear. It didn't remain on for very long either. Dante pulled down the skimpy briefs down and off my feet, making me as equally naked as he was. He lifted his leg so that either of his legs were on either side of me. I could see his tight asshole in front of my face, quivering with each puff of my breath. God, the view was more beautiful than any landscape. The dragon wasted no time in engorging his hot maw with my erect cock. He took it in his mouth with a primal hunger, deep throating all eight inches without any trouble, a small gag was all that he let out, easily drowned out by my long, lustful purr.

"Dante..." I mewed softly.

His tongue, with its rough texture felt heavenly. It rubbed against my member, sending waves of sheer ecstasy up my shaft and into my already overloaded head. My tip grazed the roof of his mouth, slicking it with my own precum while Dante's hand found its way to my balls, lovingly kneading them with expert ease. To my dismay, he stopped and let his maw lift off my cock, leaving a shiny trail of saliva connecting his long tongue and my member. He severed the line with a claw and spat on his finger. He reached over and lubed up his pert opening with the saliva and moved forward a little to make room for me. I moved myself from my position lying on my back and sat up, taking in the erotic view before me. Dante, my muscular dragon friend, offering himself to me. You just can't get this kind of ecstasy from catnip. He was still on his hands and knees, with his tail seductively swishing from side to side like a pendulum. He had lowered his upper torso and snout to the bed, raising his rump high in the air. Dante gazed longingly from his position, his scaly head craning to look at me with his emerald eyes, piercing me with his wanting gaze.

"Well?" He impatiently asked.

I grinned and nodded. I knelt before Dante's rear, the tip of my erection prodding his tight muscle. I began to grope him from his vulnerable position; my hands running up and down his scales to feel the sinew and muscle pulsing under my paws. His moans rung in my ears, the sounds intensified the more I massaged him, I had this dragon in the arms of lust, completely at my mercy.

"Are you okay with this, Dante? I don't want to hurt you." I said.

"Please, you have no idea how much I fantasized about this moment. I want this. I want you to be the first and only one to fuck me." He breathlessly replied. "Now enough talking, Hunt; make me yours~"

"Gotcha." I whispered. I placed both of my paws on his hips, feeling the quivers of anticipation shaking them. I pressed my tip even harder against his virgin hole. Dante must have wanted it very bad, because he started to whimper and press himself against me. I obliged and I slowly entered him, my length being engulfed by his tight anal walls. Soon I was buried deep in this handsome dragon.

"Oooohhhhhh..." A moan escaped both our lips. I pushed deeper and deeper, my pre and his spit coating the sphincter, lubing it up for me. I started to thrust, slowly at first, not wanting to hurt Dante. But the big dragon didn't seem to be in pain, the only sounds escaping his maw were slutty-sounding murrs. My doubts soon abandoned me afterwards, I began to increase my pace, my balls slapping against his with a loud, wet noise each time I fucked Dante's tight hole. I started thrusting more steadily, slowly, and seductively, and Dante's drooling maw fell open, fuck-drunk, his green eyes looking back at me, dilated with lust. I lunged in and out faster and faster, and sure enough, the dragon's eyes closed, his breathing came in hot, rapid gasps, his claws dug into the sheets, and his hips slammed back at me, jabbing my battering ram even deeper into his now-loosening hole.

"Oh yeah... Oh fuck, oh fuck, OH FUCK!" Dante screamed, his muscles tightening as he rode with me, his body being pounded relentlessly by my hungry cock.  Dante writhed under me, in euphoria as my shaft slid back and forth through his tight man-pussy. He buried his handsome head into the sheets, groaning in pleasure and pain.

"I... Oh shit... Feels so good..." He moaned lustfully. He arched his back, tongue flopping out of his mouth.

"You want me don't you?" I huskily asked him.

"Yeah..."

"You want it even harder don't you?" I kept teasing him.

"Please, Hunter! Harder, for the love of God, harder!"

I obliged him and I began to fuck him as hard as I could, punishing his abused ass with my now engorged member. I slammed into him without restraint, hearing his screams of pleasure. My paws were gripping the base of his long tail; using it as a handle. I felt a stirring in my cock as the tight, warm walls of Dante's virgin ass gripped my shaft with each thrust. I wouldn't last for much longer, but I kept on fucking my sexy dragon lover, making each push and pull count.

Dante must have sensed my coming climax and he pushed harder against my hips, trying to impale himself even further on me.

"Fuck..." I moaned. The feeling was unlike any I had felt before. Feeling the walls of Dante's virgin walls hugging my member sent me into the abyss. I roughly pushed his head further down and forced his rump even higher. I squatted over him and let gravity help me on my way, fucking Dante deeper and deeper until I hit his sweet spot.

"Oh, God!" He screamed as the tip of my cock grazed his prostate. The sound of my member going in and out of Dante's hole filled the room; a schlupping sound to add to the harmonies of our moans. I felt something deep inside me begin to claw its way out, enormous pressure build up in my crotch, a fire stoked by the heat of our love-making. I felt my balls begin to draw in as I readied myself for the final thrust.

"Raaahhh!" I snarled as I pulled back, until only my tip was still inside Dante. Then, I slammed back into him, burying all eight inches of my manhood deep to the hilt.

Nature took over as I came with a fury; filling Dante's insides with oodles upon oodles of my hot seed. I came so much that cum began to leak out of Dante's now-gaping hole and drip down the length of my cock; only half pulled out.

I collapsed on top of his back, gently kissing the nape of his neck feeling the rise and fall of his chest. We lay like this, me on top of him, our eyes closed as we rested. It was only momentary, however, because Dante rolled underneath me and gently extracted himself from my bulk. We both lay on our sides, breathless, but absolutely exhilarated. Dante was panting hard, his green eyes slowly ebbing away the fuck-lust.

"That," He breathed, "was the best I ever had, Hunter."

A flush of rose rushed into my cheeks as I smiled at his compliment.

"I feel the same." I quietly replied, preparing to say something that every cell in my body desired to say. "I love you, Dante Moretti."

Elation filled my being as I saw joy spreading across Dante's handsome, scaly face. His free hand found its way to my cheek, softly rubbing the skin underneath.

"I love you too, Hunter Jackson." It was as if an angel above had answered my prayers, coming to Earth in the form of the perfect dragon and becoming the love of my life.

"You're not gonna propose marriage, are you?"

And just like that, the magic was gone. I looked up sarcastically at the dragon, his usual snide smirk returning to his snout. I shuffled away from him, still lying down.

"Why not? You said yourself I was "marriage material." I heatedly replied, the agitation breaking the surface of my tone. I was about to let him have it when Dante closed the distance between us once more, embracing my body in a tight embrace and my lips in a passionate kiss. All traces of anger were melted like ice on the Sun as I eagerly returned the orgasmic kiss, my arms draping over Dante's muscular back.

Dante withdrew, much to my reluctance, and gently placed his forehead on mine. While still wrapping his arms around me, he nuzzled my neck. I could feel the warmth radiating from his frame and the love sparkling in his eyes.

"I can actually see us spending the rest of our lives together, and I want that. More than anything else in the entire universe." Dante vowed.

"Really?" I incredulously asked.

"Yeah." He answered.

But," Dante continued, "We can talk about that in the morning. Right now though, I'm up for round 2."

I looked at Dante's dirty expression and chuckled at his equally dirty words. Good old Dante. But two could play at this game. I grabbed his claws with my own paws and guided them down my body, resting Dante's hands on my rump. I gazed back at him, returning the flirtatious look.

"Only if you top." I purred.

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Well, thank you for reading. I just wanted you to know, personally, I think this is the best story I wrote so far and I am very proud of it. So please, a rating, comment, or fave would mean so much to me ^-^ If you're new to my pieces of writing, and if you like what you see, a watch would be appreciated too. 

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