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The Apartment

By

Undergang Des Alasters

U. D. A.

With eyes cast downward, I draw this story from

The depths of my fantasies. Reader, do you know?

Love, like forgiveness, takes time.

Light and shadows danced across his face from the traffic outside the apartment. It was late on a Saturday evening and the date had gone well: nothing fancy, just a movie at a decent theater with a bar in the lobby. Alcohol did not have the same effect on him as it once did, but his date was a lightweight and the only human that has shown interest in him since his transformation. But, that did not matter now; they were together back in his flat, finally alone and, for his date at least, decently buzzed. Dan had expected Vic to turn down the invitation back to his place, but to his surprise, Vic had accepted it eagerly. Now, they were on his couch cuddling with some awful analog horror playing on the television. Dan looked down at his date, wondering how he could look so small wrapped in his arm and how he should go about his next move.

Most people were intimidated by his appearance. After all, he was a six-and-a-half-foot tall brown bear now. He was not exactly social before the Breach, but his new form gave him no help either. Everyone talked a big game online, only to renege at the last minute. Vic, however, showed immediate interest, throwing a variety of questions his way. People had asked roughly the same questions before, but usually they eyed him like he would maul them if they came within reach. Vic was different. Vic hugged him almost immediately when they met in person for the first time. Did he have any intentions to go further tonight? It had been a while for Dan. He was nervous. What if he was misreading everything tonight? The cuddling, sharing snacks, gentle bumps as they had walked.

Dan was having trouble making up his mind when he felt Vic's hand caress his paw before holding it.

“Your paws are so freaking huge!" Vic rubbed his thumbs against their pads. “N-not in a bad way, but still!"

Dan chuckled. Maybe they were going to do this. He cautioned himself to watch his claws. He did his best to keep them manageable, but they still cut things easily if he was not careful. Vic continued to explore the pads on Dan's paw and fingers, gingerly touching the backs of his black claws, eventually testing their tips with one finger.

“I'm being weird, sorry."

“N-no, you're fine! It's nice… I'm just- it's been-," Dan fumbled for something to say.

Vic leaned into Dan's side, resting his head on his chest as he ran his fingers through the fur on the back of his paw and wrist. “I'm nervous, too."

Dan bristled a little. What did he mean? Did he do something to make him feel uncomfortable?

“I- Sorry."

“Why are you sorry?" Vic tiled his head up to see Dan. “I didn't mean it in a bad way. You've just been kind of tense since we sat down."

Dan stared down his muzzle and into Vic's eyes. They were a little bleary from the Long Islands at the movies, but soft and reassuring. Images from the movie played out the horror of grainy pictures in their reflections. The scent of buttery popcorn lingered on him over the traces of his deodorant and cologne, a sweet musk of spice and pears. Dan had to resist the urge to drag his tongue across Vic's face.

“I'm afraid I might hurt you."

Dan's voice came out almost light a low growl before he realized it. He had been trying to train his voice upward in an attempt to soften his image, but he slipped and hated himself for it. Vic smiled lightly, pulling Dan's paw to his chest, and nuzzling his side.

“You're not gonna hurt me unless you really wanted to. Don't think I haven't noticed how you've been acting all night. I know you're a big guy and can do some damage, but I'm not a glass doll or anything. You don't have to be afraid to touch me." Vic breathed in deeply, his face buried in Dan's side. “I actually have a lot of trust in you."

No hesitation could be heard in Vic's voice. He meant what he said. He and Dan had been talking online for a few weeks before meeting for their first date. This was their fourth. Dan had thought that he was going to be friend zoned after the second, but the third had ended in a quick kiss and his awkward attempt to hug, but not too tightly. Vic could not put his arms all the way around the bear, but it was all Dan needed to see that they would go further. Dan did not really know what to do with himself that night or tonight. Still, on reflex, Dan squeezed Vic slightly and put his snout to his hair, breathing in the source of the pear scent. Vic trusted him, and somehow, that was worth more than hearing any compliment or phrase of love. Dan wanted him. A part of him wanted to jerk him up in his arms, rip off his clothes in a feral frenzy, and mount him animalistically there on the couch. Resisting the urge, he reached over with his other paw to start caressing Vic's back, finding his way under his shirt.

“I just want you to feel safe with me is all. I really, really like you and I just didn't want to mess this up." he said as he traced Vic's skin with his claws, his words slightly muffled by Vic's brown hair.

His skin was soft against the rough pads of his paws, and Vic shivered minutely, pulling closer to him. There was something else that he felt under his paws, something that felt upraised, but he glossed over it. Dan turned more toward him, feeling the impulse to lick him again. He gave a few kisses down to his neck and gave into that instinct, licking up Vic's neck to his ear and short beard. He moved his other paw from Vic's chest to his head. He wanted to hold him closer. He wanted to taste his mouth and beard, both still holding the scent of their theater snacks. But under it all was Vic's scent, and that was what turned on Dan the most. His sense of smell had become more acute and with it, a bombardment of information. He could smell the pheromones that signal emotions, and on Vic he could only smell desire. Dan stopped for a moment to look at him. He wanted to see it. He wanted to see that Vic wanted him the way he wanted Vic.

A dreamy look and smile spread across Vic's face, his eyes looking directly into Dan's. What was staring out from them? Dan searched his face, absorbing every detail. He wanted this moment to last forever; he wanted everything burned into his memory. Vic thrust his face forward to meet his lips with Dan's muzzle. Dan flinched before relaxing into the kiss, using his lips to open Vic's mouth before filling it with his tongue. He briefly wondered if he could memorize the crowns of his teeth and shape of his mouth. Dan felt Vic's throat jump before he pulled back to cough.

“Are you ok?" Dan was worried his enthusiasm might have ruined the moment.

Vic coughed a few more times before a short laugh and a smile. “You almost gagged me with that tongue!"

“Oh, I-."

“Hey, it's ok. We can, uh, find another use for it." Vic winked at him.

Did he actually wink? Dan felt warm. He felt high. He laughed. He pushed his nose against Vic's neck to breathe him in again before opening his mouth to give a few licks and a light nibble. He wrapped both arms around him before lifting him up. Vic gasped in surprise then giggled. Lifting him was almost effortless; he was so light to Dan that he was able to hold him close enough to continue bathing him with his tongue as he walked to the bedroom. Placing him gingerly on his unmade bed, Dan briefly wondered if he should have washed the sheets before their date tonight. He did not expect to get this far.

He decided it was better this way. There was a part of him that wanted Vic completely covered in his scent, claiming him, making him his. Thinking of this, we grew more excited. Dan had been at half-mast for most of the night in his apartment. He wanted this so badly. Vic had taken things slowly with him and they had gotten to know each other fairly well as online friends. It was this intimacy that was fueling Dan's lust for him. He wanted to express it physically.

He wanted Vic to feel it.

He wanted to be a part of his world.

Dan took a breath before reaching to remove Vic's shirt. As he lifted its fabric, he smelled traces of Vic's body wash and alcohol. Why not indulge in it a little? Dan licked his belly button and below it, down to the waist of his jeans, using one paw to finish removing the shirt while he placed the other on Vic's hip. He could feel the heat of Vic's excitement. Pressing his nose to Vic's crotch, he could smell, see, and feel what was waiting behind the zipper. Dan playfully grabbed the denim around it with his teeth, giving it a few tugs like he was thinking about ripping it apart. In truth, he did, badly. He felt gentle hands touch his ears and head. Dan looked to Vic's face and crooked smile. His hands felt good as they fondled them and stroked the back of his head. One hand adroitly reached to begin unbuttoning the top of Dan's button up shirt. Dan crawled up to meet his face, supporting himself on his arms over him and letting him unbutton the rest. He lifted himself up to shrug it off, impatient to come back down to kiss him.

“Do you…" Vic started.

“Hm? What is it?" Dan licked him on his cheek before looking at him.

“I-… Could-… I want to feel your weight on me." Vic reached up to brush his face against Dan's neck. “I want to feel your fur against my skin…"

Vic's blue eyes pierced Dan, flooding with both uncertainty and conviction, a longing defined with the need for touch and warmth. Dan nudged him back and gently lowered himself to his forearms, covering Vic underneath him and feeling him reach around his sides as their chests touched. As Vic pressed his face into Dan's shoulder and neck, Dan put an arm behind Vic's head and another around his back, holding him closer. Somehow, this act was more intimate than sex. He felt a connection that he could not explain, one that made tears begin to swell in his eyes: a mixture of fulfillment, uncertainty, and vulnerability lined with an impending emptiness that awaits in the afterglow.

The words hovered on Dan's lips. He wanted to say it, that phrase which confirms and signifies bonds. What if Vic felt differently? What if it was too soon to say it? Would Vic reject him?

Dan touched his nose to Vic's throat, swallowing the words.

“Hey." Vic gently said, his hand reaching for the back of Dan's head. After a pause, Dan met his eyes. “Whatever happens, happens. But…I want you to know I'm not going to hurt you. I meant it when I said I trust you. That means a lot to me. More than I can tell you."

Searchingly, Dan tried to hide his surprise. Here was a human with no fur, claws, or any real way to defend himself promising not to hurt him, as though they were reversed. Was he that transparent? As he weighed his words to respond, Vic reached up and kissed him again, staying until Dan finally kissed back. Another hand reached for Dan's jeans and traced to their front, popping the button, and loosening the zipper between them. Vic's hand reached into Dan's underwear. Dan took a deep breath as he lay on top of him, feeling Vic's hand grasp his girth. For all that the Breach had transformed, for whatever reason, it did not give him a baculum, but left him with a mostly human manhood. He had been precumming, partially soaking his boxers. Dan felt Vic undo and loosen his own pants, sliding them down towards his thighs, and in the same motion, managed to free Dan from the rest of his clothes down to below his buttocks.

Taking out his arms from behind Vic's head, he reached to grasp both of their manhood, carefully and gently starting to pump them both. He felt the hair around the base of Vic's cock and smiled to himself as the thought of “human fur" passed through his mind. He could feel that Vic was just as eager and rock hard as he was. Dan lifted himself up to push down and kick off his jeans, grabbing Vic's afterward to finish stripping him. He gazed at his body for a moment, looking at fair skin and patches of hair on his chest, armpits, and crotch, the words choking at the back of his throat again. Dan shook it off, choosing to milk himself for more precum; he wanted to lubricate himself and Vic with it. As he coated Vic's dick, he mentally gaged himself against his, realizing just how much bigger the transformation had made him compared to an average human. Maybe not in length, he had only an inch or two more than Vic, but girth he won hands down. He laid himself back down, propping himself up partially with one arm under Vic, allowing room to pump the two of them together with his other hand.

Gently biting Vic's neck, Dan leaned into him, getting into a rhythm, hearing soft gasps as Vic thrust with each pump against his cock and hand. Dan could feel him tense underneath him and pulled his hand away. Vic gave him a questioning look, which Dan returned with a smile.

“My tongue has another use, remember?"

Dan made a quick kiss, darting his tongue to the back of Vic's throat before licking down his chest to briefly lick his nipples, then down to his crotch. He wanted to take his time here, breathing in everything as he jacked Vic enough to keep him aroused, but just before the edge of climax. The musk was intoxicating. Again, the body wash filled Dan's nose, but Vic's scent was there mixed with his own. Knowing that he had already rubbed enough of his own scent on him was pleasing.

Mine. He's mine.

He took his time tasting Vic, covering every part that he could reach before taking him into his mouth. The sweat from his nuts, from between his legs, up his shaft, and finally his head, then down to its base, tasting both his and Vic's precum mixed together.

Mine.

Dan could feel Vic begin to tense again. He pulled him out before he overstimulated him and started to lift Vic's legs. There was a questioning sound from Vic. It occurred to Dan that they hadn't really discussed which direction everything would go. He preferred to top and remembered Vic saying he was versatile, but more of a bottom. He reached to Vic's chest and rubbed it soothingly.

“I want to taste all of you."

Vic grinned.

“You know, there's a way we both can do that."

A laugh escaped Dan before he realized it. He nodded and positioned himself on the bed so they could enjoy each other. Dan felt Vic nose around the base of his dick and smiled to himself. He was not the only one enjoying the other's scent. Dan went back to where he left off, giving a tentative lick then licking Vic's ass more gratuitously. He started to move his hand from the small of Vic's back toward his head, when he felt the same area of his back as earlier. This time, he felt Vic tense for a moment. Dan moved his paw back to where it was, hoping that he did not ruin the mood. However, Dan realized he wanted more. He wanted to face him. He pulled up from Vic, turned, and crawled on top of him before kissing him and nibbling on his neck.

“I want to be in you," Dan growled softly.

Vic shivered against him. Drawing in a breath, he kissed him, murmuring his ascent. Dan positioned himself, spreading Vic's legs. Missionary, though considered vanilla, was his favorite position. Seeing his partner's reactions was everything to him; it made everything feel more intense. Grasping his cock, he rubbed its head against Vic, feeling him pucker, then relax. Slowly, he entered him, gently thrusting and pulling until Vic relaxed enough to go all the way. Vic gasped and gritted his teeth for a moment. Dan paused, but Vic signaled that he was fine with a deep breath. Wrapping his arms back around him and holding him in a comfortable position, Dan started thrusting, licking Vic's face, and kissing him as deeply as he could without gagging him again. This was everything he wanted since his transformation. A friend. A sex-partner.

A lover. My lover.

Dan was getting close and started to pace himself.

“Don't stop!" Vic rubbed his face against Dan's chest. “Keep going!"

“But I might come in-"

“Do it!"

There was a brief moment of confusion before Dan realized that Vic wanted him to finish inside. He huffed before holding him tightly and thrusting as hard as he could. Right now, in this moment, Vic was his and no one else's. He had done everything he could to ensure that Vic belonged to him. Dan felt Vic's hole tense and tighten around his cock.

He's close.

As he felt his climax coming, Dan put his jaws around Vic's neck, still mindful of their pressure. He growled loudly, feeling Vic's cock pulse against him, and released his own seed into him. Vic's arms squeezed him, a whimper escaping his lips into Dan's fuzzy ear. Dan released his neck and forced his tongue into Vic's mouth, holding his head. After a long kiss, he pulled away to look at Vic. His neck was red and agitated from his teeth, but Vic was breathing heavily, relaxed and staring up at him. Dan laid back down to hold him. He wanted to stay inside him for as long as he could. Running his claws through Vic's hair, he knew he wanted to keep him.

“Stay the night."

Please don't say no.

“Heh, I wasn't planning on going anywhere." Vic whispered. “But you'll have to let me shower at least."

The bed shook as Dan let out a laugh. “It's a bet."

Dan stayed on top of him for a few moments longer, almost hating the thought of Vic washing off his scent. But Vic was going to stay in his bed. There would be plenty of time to cover Vic with his scent again. Dan felt himself start to come out of Vic and sighed internally. Before lifting himself and letting Vic go, Dan nudged him with his muzzle, then watched Vic adoringly as he entered his room's ensuite. Dan's attention idly drifted to Vic's back. There, he saw what his fingers had brushed during their love making: scars, darker than the skin around them and slightly raised. Five parallel marks across from his shoulder blade to just above his kidney. Dan lifted himself onto his arm, realizing he had not seen Vic's back the entire night until now. Vic took notice of Dan's stare.

“My ex… didn't take his transformation well. He changed while we were having sex." Vic absentmindedly reached for the scars.

Dan rose, speechless.

“It wasn't his fault." Vic continued, looking up to catch Dan's eyes. “I'm not a victim or anything."

Holding himself, Vic began to turn back to the bathroom, but Dan stepped over, taking him into his arms.

“Dan, it's not…"

“I don't care. You need this." Dan held him for a moment longer. He opened his mouth to say something but stilled himself before saying what he had wanted to all evening. “I love you."

Vic looked up at him, tears building in the corners of his eyes. “I love you, too."