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THE GRYPHON COMPLEX. Chapter 5: Affirmation.

Heading back to the house later that night, we were met at the door by K, who waved us through, showing us to the bedroom we were sharing. I was exhausted, physically and mentally, and was more than happy to strip off, joining the gryphon in the spacious bed. Curled by his side, I feel asleep in moments, his claws gently combing through my hair as I slept.

Waking the next morning was an epiphany. A week before, my life had been stagnant, heading nowhere. Now, I had someone who cared for me, a goal in life, and friends supporting. What more could you ask for?

As promised, the professor arrived early the next morning, raising an eye at my unkempt morning hair. He greeted K and Pyre cordially, joining us at our breakfast of coffee, bagels from the local country bakery, and fruit. I felt his glance pass over Pyre and I on several occasions, where we sat across from him, my back against his chest, obviously curious at what he perceived as an unusual closeness. Thankfully he kept his thoughts to himself. One thing about him for which I was always Grateful; he never felt the need for idle gossip, or judged without thought. The consummate professional at all times.

When we retired to the lounge, seated comfortably before the roaring fire, the talk quickly turned technical, leaving poor K lost in translation. Chuckling at the inevitable, he retired to the veranda to escape the "tedium". While I did my best to follow the conversation, thinking to add my skills to the discussion, when the jargon reached a level vastly beyond my own understanding, I gave the gryphon a pat, warmed by his quick smile, before joining K in the chill morning air.

Sitting back admiring the view, K suddenly searched his shirt pockets, retrieving the joint he'd proffered the previous day. This time, after he waved it at me enticingly, I chuckled and accepted. Hell, if we couldn't be a part of the solution, at least we could contribute to the problem, I thought dryly.

Glancing through the huge glazed doors to the living room inside, I pondered the pair locked in avid discussion; gryphon and human sharing advanced knowledge to solve a problem beyond the understanding of normal man; heads almost touching as they bent over the technical diagrams and notes scattered across the large coffee table. Perhaps humankind had a future after all, I pondered morosely, taking another drag from the joint. Hell, if two such totally different species could coexist so amicably here, we humans might just survive our own excesses elsewhere.

The day passed swiftly, with the pair only breaking for lunch and dinner, their conversation continuing till well into the evening. By the time the professor was ready to depart, they had sussed out each other's competency, with the professor almost overwhelmed by the gryphon's comprehensive understanding of his field. As I walked him to his car, he rambled on incessantly about the new concepts Pyre had discussed with him, and seemed almost jubilant with their progress.

The gryphon, in return, lost much of his tension, realising that the human was indeed someone who could help him get home. With this stress taken from his shoulders, he could enjoy the sometimes heated technical discussions with fervour. I also found him much cheerier, not to mention affectionate; sometimes almost embarrassingly so. On several occasions during a break from their conversations, the professor had accidentally walked in on us in a moment of quiet intimacy, but had the decency, not to mention intelligence, to keep his opinions to himself. What he thought of it was anyone's guess. We decided, after the second episode, to simply let things be.

I'd like to say things heated up between us in other aspects too, but unsurprisingly, with both of us ending the days mentally drained, we simply spent our free time in each other's close company. Sometimes K joined us, sometimes not. For myself, all I cared about was sharing Pyre's life. Having him near warmed my heart in a way I had never thought possible; a second half of my soul joined as one. It was a revelation.

The week progressed along in a similar fashion, with long days of technical talk followed by hot nights together. The professor, who had turned down K's offer of accommodation, citing "family issues", became almost jovial, clearly sensing the breakthrough in his research that he'd been sadly lacking to date. The lounge, too, suffered from our excesses, becoming cluttered with "borrowed" lab equipment, paperwork and tools, as they began construction of the equipment they would need. Thankfully, much of the laboratory gear had survived the explosion (including my laptop, I was pleased to hear), so their efforts achieved quick success, with several clandestine after hours jaunts to the university lab in K's van bringing quick progression of their work.

K watched the growing mass of equipment overwhelming the house with gleeful eyes, obviously thinking of the look on his parents faces had they returned home to see the resultant disaster area. Knowing him so well, I knew the pain he harboured in his relationship with them. They loved him, for sure. He was their only son. But by the same token, they considered him a "slacker", something that crushed his spirit mercilessly. Unsurprisingly, this did nothing to change his road to self destruction, he rewarded their judgemental attitude with just the result they had always feared. I knew him better than he knew himself; it was incredible seeing the transformation that overcame him as he helped achieve something remarkable; astounding! His entire demeanour had changed, the moodiness retreating behind his new facade of hope that his life had changed for the better. I couldn't have felt happier for him.

By Friday, the equipment that had stood damaged and abused in the lab had been revived to its former glory. The arch framework, badly scarred and damaged during the incident, had been recreated, and the transporter platform, still bearing the odd mark from its ordeal, sat glistening beneath it. One of the many modifications suggested by the gryphon involved replacing the raw energy power couplings with subsonics, cutting the electrical requirements of the grid from megawatt transformers, to that obtained from a single 3 phase wall plug.

The combined genius of the professor and gryphon achieved this feat of engineering. Alone, they would have failed; together they achieved a goal almost beyond comprehension. It was a master work of cooperation and ingenuity.

So, as far as the technical aspect went, things were progressing perfectly.

However, on an emotional level, I was on a downward spiral.

I hadn't built up the courage to ask the gryphon of his intentions once the time came to leave. Did he want me to come? Gods, I wanted to go with him, but what if his plans didn't allow for it? What would I do if he left? Would I be able to handle it? Did I want to handle it anymore, alone?

On the Friday evening, once work had ended for the day, sensing something was wrong he drew me aside to the privacy of the veranda, sliding his paws around my waist to meet under my shirt. Gently caressing my skin, I rested my head against his chest, outwardly calm but inwardly ready to crack.

"What's wrong, David" he asked softly, pressing his beak against my hair. I could feel his warm breath against my scalp, and I closed my eyes, trying to find the courage to ask him the impossible.

"When you go... What about... what about me?" I finally gasped, almost in tears.

He removed his hands from my shirt, pushing me back to stare with concern into my eyes.

"What do you mean?" he asked almost pleadingly. "Don't you want to come with me?"

I looked at him confused. "You want me to come?" I asked breathlessly, tears streaming down my cheeks.

His eyes opened wide, ears flattened, before he began chuckling deep in his chest, again drawing me to him.

"Of course I do, idiot! We're mates! Did you think I was going to leave you behind, or something?"

His relieved laugh carried through his chest, vibrating through my frame, and I began to half cry, half laugh in return.

"Well, I didn't know..." I started, before I was crushed harder against him.

"You're mine, David", he growled deeply into my ear, almost predatorially "I'm not going anywhere without you".

I rubbed his back, cursing myself for being an idiot.

Why did I ever think otherwise?

After a few minutes, I thought to bring up the matter K had been plaguing me to ask the entire week.

"Umm, about K..." I started, and he chuckled again, staring down at me.

"Yeah, about K. You seem to forget my hearing is just a wee bit better than you humans. I've heard him bemoaning his fate all week! I know what he wants. I also know why he wants it. I cannot promise things won't be any better for him there; humans aren't that common on my world, and people there can be just as unpleasant and obnoxious as he finds here. It might be tough, and he may come to regret it if he chooses to join us, especially as there are no guarantees he can return here if things don't go to plan. But he has earned the right to make that decision himself. If he wants to come, the choice is his."

I began giggling, almost fervently, the stress and worry that had been building all week melting into euphoria.

"OK, but you have to tell him he can only come if he changes his name to Hammerfist", I said with a broad smile, before we both began laughing, held tightly in each other's arms.

When we finally made our way to bed, the night half over, Pyre stretched out on the mattress, the bed frame creaking slightly under his weight. I stripped off and slipped under his wing to snuggle against his side. Jesus, there was nothing as nice as sleeping like this, I thought happily.

Dreamily, I began tracing swirls on his chest through the feathers, amusing myself by tweaking the down underneath until, with a croaky giggle, he asked me to please stop!

"That tickles" he said hoarsely, almost quivering in reaction.

"Aww, you big fluffy baby!" I said with a grin, smoothing the offended feathers back into place, before sliding my hand to the fur lower down on his body.

"Oooooh..." he groaned quietly, "That doesn't tickle at all!"

Kneading the solid muscles underneath, I ran firm fingers along their tight lines, tracing the paths they made under his skin. He moved suddenly, flipping onto his back, and I straddled his waist, running my hands along his abdomen as I leaned over his chest. Pressing my thumbs into the lines and ridges of the dense tissue beneath, I massaged his ribs firmly, seeking to rid him of the weeks stress.

He began his deep purr, so comforting and relaxing simultaneously, and I could feel it thrumming through his frame. I was a bit concerned about pressing too firmly through his feathers, but when I slowed my ministrations, he brought his paws up to gently clasp my wrists, drawing my hands to his chest and pressing them firmly onto his skin.

"You won't hurt me, David" he said softly, cocking his head to bring an eye to bear on me. "Don't worry. They're tougher than they look. I love your hands so much. They're so... flexible! Oh Gods, they're so flexible!"

I smiled up at him, running my fingers up his chest, feeling the ridges of his ribs under his feathery skin, before laying myself across his body, arms stroking his neck gently. Jesus, he was built! Charles Atlas, eat your heart out; you have nothing on a gryphon!

He brought his own arms around my back, caressing my sides, and we lay together, completely relaxed, taking simple pleasure from our contact.

After a time, his hands slid down my lower back, caressing my buttocks. His breathing quickened as he made my skin tense, smoothing the goose bumps that had formed on my inner thighs.

"You are so soft!" he whispered, nuzzling my neck. Opening his beak, he gently slid his soft tongue down my shoulder blade, careful to avoid scraping my flesh with the rough edges of his beak. His tongue felt incredible; long, hot beyond belief, and incredibly dexterous. Without it, his kind would be unable to speak. Tonight he let it communicate in a much more intimate fashion, skimming it in a feather-light touch across my skin before lowering his head and drawing it across my nipples softly.

Needless to say, I was in rapture, my delight at his touch taking me to seventh heaven.

He began to groan softly past his beak, that dextrous tongue quivering as he lapped my flesh, and his breathing turned hoarse, almost gasping as it escaped his throat. The hands that had been so softly stroking my back moved of their own accord to my sides, gripping me softly as he began a slow, steady bucking of his hips against me.

I could feel the heat coming from his groin where it pressed against mine, my thighs straddling his waist. The pressure of his thrusts, coupled with the soft contact of his fur, was sending me over the edge, and it wasn't long before I came against him, thrusting into his fur desperately before spilling my load between us.

He paused when I came, nuzzling my hair as I lay gasping against him. Once I had recovered enough to speak coherently, he giggled into my ear, the vibrations causing me to shudder against him.

"I see not only K has a furry fetish!" he whispered softly, and I buried my head into his feathery chest with a snort of laughter, breathing deeply of his musky scent.

"And feathers" I spoke breathlessly, before adding "and you!"

I carefully sat back onto his waist, straddling his groin. I could feel the pressure of his swollen sheath resting between my buttocks, and I realised almost desperately I wanted more... much more... from him.

Leaning forward, bringing my face before his own, leaving my arms to support my weight on the bed, I whispered into his beautiful tufted ear my dreams and desires.

"Fuck me! Fuck me now!"

He tensed suddenly, eyes opening wide as those gorgeous irises dilated to epic proportions, and his ears flattening against his skull. I could feel his muscles contract in shock at my request, before he started to shake noticeably in agitation.

Lost for words for a moment, he finally stuttered "But... can we? I mean, can you... can you take it?"

I let a sensual smile cross my lips, leaning down to plant a kiss on his slightly gaping beak.

"Let's find out, shall we?"

He wasn't about to let me distract him in such a way. "David", he said seriously, the mood breaking momentarily, "I could hurt you! Badly!"

I met his eyes, seeing the concern for me mirrored there, and felt a new depth of passion spread through my chest.

"Will you?" I asked him, cocking my head towards him.

"Nnn...nno!" he replied anxiously, "But..."

I kissed him again, sliding my lips down his beak to gently take his tongue into my mouth. His eyes widened further, before half closing his beak in pleasure, slipping the long organ deep inside me, running against my own briefly. We couldn't kiss; not in the usual sense of the word. Conflicting anatomy limited that pleasure. But we made the moment count, entwining our tongues in oral embrace, until forced to withdraw and gasp for air.

"Pyre" I said to him, sliding my fingers across his neck to cradle his head "I trust you! I trust you with my life! I want this, and I know you do, too!"

He looked almost fearful for an instant, turning away in embarrassment. Using my hands, I gently turned his head back towards me, catching his eyes with my hungry gaze.

"Fuck me!" I pleaded hoarsely; practically desperately; and he closed his eyes with a slow nod, a shudder running through his frame as his body capitulated to my demands.

Bringing his arms to my side, he raised me to a seating position, sliding my body further down his own. I braced myself, arms locked on his sides, as he hunched his hips forward, sliding his sheath down my buttocks before I felt the moist, pointed tip press against my anus.

He paused, searching my face for confirmation, before gently but firmly thrusting forward, sliding his shaft partially into me.

I tensed, and he froze, claws hesitating on my sides, before I opened my eyes to stare down at him, meeting his gaze and nodding slightly.

He partially withdrew, before pressing himself into me again. There was no avoiding it; he was huge. The discomfort wasn't unbearable, but the heat and tightness from his shaft was uncomfortable at first, stretching my ring beyond that which I thought possible. I wasn't stopping now, I screamed silently to myself, forcing my body to relax as he began a rhythmic thrusting, each contact driving more and more of his length into me.

My perseverance paid off, the discomfort soon passed as my abused flesh relaxed against the relenting pressure. The pain was replaced by intense pleasure; increasing and multiplying as the firm, pliable spines on his glans scraped softly against my flesh with every thrust, massaging my walls in indescribable delight.

Looking down at his face, those gorgeous eyes were tightly closed and his ears back against his scalp. He gasped for air through a partially gaping beak, as his tongue roamed across the rough edge of his lower mandible. He began groaning with each thrust; an animalistic response to our joined passion, which shot sparks of pleasure through my body.

I could feel him begin to ooze pre-cum, the thick, viscous fluid coating his shaft with every contact, reducing the friction of our contact as it combined with my own natural lubrication, allowing him to increase the speed and depth of his thrusts progressively. I groaned as he slammed his shaft deeper and deeper until, with a groan, I felt the pressure of his knot press between my buttocks, straining to enter my body.

Gritting my teeth, I relaxed my muscles, before pressing backwards with his next thrust, my abused anus stretching to bursting, before it slid tightly past the swollen flesh to meet the folded skin of his sheath entrance, tightly pressed against his body by the contact.

Pyre shrieked, back arching from the bed surface in a mighty thrust, his orgasm searing through his body like wild fire. The claws pressed against my side clenched suddenly, drawing pinpricks of blood, which left ruby trails down my sides. His knot pulsed like a live beast, swelling further with every throb of his heart, burning from the heat of his blood, to fill my body to its limit, locking itself tightly and immovably inside me. I cried out again, the intense pressure of his barbed gland against my abused prostate sending ripples of pleasure throughout my body, as a second, intense orgasm rocked my frame, my anus clenching around the huge swelling, causing the gryphon to screech again in delight.

Once my senses returned, I could feel his pulsing shaft locked within me, pumping his seed into my depths. I could only collapse against Pyre's chest, limp with exhaustion at the sensations that had just exploded through me. The gryphon finally came back from his intense high, giving a shocked gasp as he realised we were truly together; physically and emotionally, his breathing ragged as he returned his shaking hands to my back, caressing and stroking, while whispering his love for me breathlessly into my ear.

We fell asleep as we lay, my head resting above his beating heart, nestled in its bed of feathers and fur, still coupled; inseparable; one heart and one body together, forever.

Continued in Chapter 6: From adversity, we came.