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An ending written several years after part 5.

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PART 6: LIKE WATCHING SOMETHING DIE

DAY 10

As the planet of Kologa rotated, spinning amazingly slow but with lightning speed, a cold sun of exhaustion came to the Facility. Its light, slowly becoming warmer by the minute, evaporated the icy chill of benevolent misery from the heads of Don and Lee. The sun rose to melt it away, but in its wake, left a residue. It brought forth exhaustion.

The sun brought a strange, different sort of melancholy, a mist of weariness that hung where suicide and torture had once festered in Don's heart.

Days came around after Don's last emotional breakdown. Seconds, of course, expanded into weeks in his mind. The love manifested by Lee's warm body and his compassionate words began to feel more lonesome to Don, and he (Don) sometimes thought he could actually see the fluttering aura disappearing.

Isolation.

Although a body was present which aided in his loneliness, Don hid a feeling of isolation from Lee. And it grew underneath his skin like a bacteria; constantly in his awareness, but nothing he had not seen before. And the lonesome tears... at least he could not cry them anymore. Or did not need to, he wondered.

Lee's effect over him was like this, yes. The black-haired eelnod emanated with a steady flow of influence over his lover, Don, and could keep those evil thoughts in the dark, in the shadows in his mind. No, nothing that he had not seen before; Don felt these things as the center of his life. Lee certainly did help, his love for Don improved the tragedy that was life, but it still killed him like it always did before.

Machinations.

Don, occasionally through the bleak darkness that was his Mind, could situate himself separated from the hollow there - the pit of darkness that he normally drowned in - and perceive himself as manipulated by his own stupidity and insanity. He could see the machinations of inner misery, and for a brief moment he was able to fight them and, finally, feel happiness.

Lee seemed to be the physical embodiment of this clarity. Though with each day, past each Saturday sun, the initial exuberance began to diminish; but the influence was still eternal, as far as Don could tell. Lee's face: his smile and his eyes, both bright and wonderful, brought happy sunshine, it seemed.

Don was worried, though, about how long this would last. In the first two days after their declaration of love, where their Spirits made passionate love with each other, Don was utterly lost in this chasm of true happiness, and the darkness was far behind him, slowly following him like a shroud of mist, just waiting to inundate him again and drown every sense with ultimate agony.

Those two days were a magickal joy, to both Don and Lee. Don experienced a constant warmth from Lee, and their bodies had been entwined for most of the day, parting very little from each other during the hours of sleep, the hours of embracing... the hours of understanding.

But Lee watched his lover move in that chasm, the deep void in his mind. He could see the dark shadow following his love, and knew very well that it was only a matter of time before Don sunk again. Frequently, to Lee's dismay, looking into Don's eyes felt like watching something die. Grey eyes, where they were once blue. Some kind of passion had drained there. Don's eyes had been blue when he was miserable, and content with misery.

Now that Lee and Don had exchanged love, they had turned grey. As if to parallel the darkness, creating a total lie. It was all in his mind, Don's mind and Lee's. Except that Lee could not calculate who was being deceived here, and who was being lied to.

Both beings delved in secrecy, in such diminutive ratios that most likely it would be of no consequence, and dishonesty, that both beings failed. With their consummation, they had expected miracles to happen. Don, in submitting to himself and Lee, had hoped he would find happiness with life that he despised. And Lee hoped that Don would finally be happy, and that making the young one happy would allow him to be joyful in return.

Even with all of this ambiguity, mutual love prevailed here, in such a magnificent splendor that Lee's friends Rob and Mark became immensely jealous. Although it was quite plain to both Don and Lee that these other two eelnods (both older than Don and Lee) where probably in love with each other, they seemed to have taken quite a liking to Don, and missed the sexual company of their friend Lee.

Sexual, yes, for these two - like 8 out of 10 eelnods - were crazy with love for sex, but it did not bore down to simply this genetic defect. Lee's presence was welcome, whether or not for heated and vigorous fucking; they just wanted their companion back.

Of course, they quickly got used to seeing Don around, so if on the impossible scenario that Lee would return without his lover, Rob and Mark would be dumbfounded. For them, Don was a bright and friendly youth - friendly when comfortable with their company - who was fairly new to their lifestyle, and they wanted to help him along.

The idea of having a fresh and unmolested mind there was exciting, both... all three of them - the third being Lee - wanting to bring Don along into their playtime. All with the idea of trying to give him some comfort, some physical comfort to rely on in his moments of inner torture.

But... if only they could find either of them today.

~V.v.v.v.v.v.v.^.v.v.v.v.v.v.v.V~

The air outside of the Facility was chilly, and the clouds covered any remaining sunlight that could possibly show through. Lee had suggested to his lover that they remain lazy for the day, and that he wanted to spend all day in his company and their leisure and entertain each other.

"You don't wanna go to any sessions?" Don asked of him. Presently, the two males were wandering the empty garden. It was still morning, though approaching noon and plenty of time for at least two more classes if either truly desired it.

For the past hour, Lee had taken his lover on this aimless journey through the Facility in his attempts to distract Don from his thoughts of sessions and try to arrest his attention solely with himself. The garden was his best option, knowing well of Don's affinity for the place.

"No, I just thought we could spend the day talking, hanging out together. Just me and you." Lee explained.

Don was certainly willing. He loved Lee tremendously and was now entirely happy in his company. Being alongside Lee was a joy to him, and this created inside of him a new infatuation, which saw him clinging to Lee physically and vocally at all times. Don simply could not bring himself to step away from him for more than five minutes. With these two concepts, he felt that he did not wish to tire himself from Lee.

Lee, on the other hand, had very much noticed this behavior, and had decided to avoid approving of it. Of course, he would never push Don away or tell him to stop. He certainly would not reciprocate all of Don's physical affections, though. Lee could only watch with fascination and fulfillment, liking to believe that he alone was the reason for Don's newly-found bliss in life. It was sadly, very selfish.

Together they traipsed the flowery maze of hedges and trees, both embraced by each other and by the thick scent of grass and soil. Their feet were very comfortable here in the thick floor of grassy dirt, much softer than the grass of the courtyard or the carpets in the building, surrounded by the sweet scents around them both - hypnotic and erotic.

Throughout the place lie situated in corners of brick wall small, soft pads of overgrown grass. These places were never trod upon, and never manicured, thus creating a sort of mattress. Don had occasionally napped on them by himself, and sometimes in the lonely nights many years ago, slept alone on these beds.

These soft beds of grass gave Lee a sweetly wonderful idea, and filled him with inspiration.

"Well," Lee slowed their walking, taking Don's hands into his grip and looking at his face. Don smiled, displaying a toothy grin. "I thought that you might wanna play around with me a little bit. Maybe we could try some stuff you've never done before." Lee gently nudged Don against the brick wall, the edifice covered with vines and tiny blossoms, pressing their lips together and kissing him deeply.

Don reciprocated the kiss, tonguing his lover's mouth affectionately. Lee purred in his throat, showing his happiness at the intimacy, and embraced Don tightly, pulling their bodies close and gripping with both of his paws. As the kiss progressed and their mouths worked more feverishly, Lee slid his paws downward along Don's pelvis, groping along his fleshy sides and his posterior.

The blond-haired male purred then, the sensation of Lee's hands gripping his backside exciting him, causing him to kiss even more strongly and do the same to Lee. Don quickly moved his hands down to Lee's rump and proceeded to give his own groping and fondling.

Lee felt it in his mind more than his body. The fact that Don willingly now returned his caresses and passionate foreplay meant more to him than the erotic stimulation itself.

The mere act of having Don touch him caused Lee's cock to grow hard almost instantly, but was only of mild consequence. He loved the feel of Don, of course, but he loved the idea of Don more, the idea of his lover being so kind to him, and trying to please him, and being so innocent. He could barely stand upright in his heated passion.

Don quickly broke free of the kiss, pushing slightly at Lee's chest and putting space between them. Immediately, Lee remembered the way Don used to unexpectedly curtail his endeavors to sex simply to become sullen and perturbed, refusing to continue. He thought that Don was now doing it again, and he was ready to fill himself with sorrow. An apology was ready to spill forth from his tongue, though he was about to burst with anger.

But as a shocker, Don did continue, but not how Lee was expecting. Don crouched down to his knees and quickly struggled with Lee's trousers, pulling at them in order to open the slot in the front. Doing so, Lee's thick cock was exposed, wet and glistening. Don quickly consumed it with his mouth, slurping it down eagerly and moaning with pleasure.

"Don!" Lee gasped with the utmost joy and shock. He truly did see and feel Don clamp his mouth around his cock, he felt Don hungrily sucking at him as if this were something he had been badly desiring for the past few days and only now attaining it. Partly, he did not want to believe it. Like Don holding him, this act was voluntary. The scenario was wonderful, and was so lovingly true. Reality imagined.

"Oh, god, Don..." Lee moaned through his teeth, his black hair falling down in front of his face. He wanted to watch, and enjoyed the sight of Don's head, the fuzziness of his hair that he kept short, and his eyes half-shut.

Don's technique at giving head was gentle, and he moved his head around very little as he did so, preferring to use only his tongue and lips.

Don had confessed to his lover that he very much loved the taste of Lee's cock, and liked to focus on taste instead of the usual love of length or thickness that his friends (Rob and Mark) did. It did not feel as nice as being engulfed or deep-throated; it tickled in a way, actually, but Lee loved how much Don enjoyed himself and was flattered by the compliment of hearing Don's tongue slurping wetly at him.

Thinking about his own cock caused him to drift to Don's, a sweet piece of male flesh that he had only indulged in a few times. Hearing and feeling Don feast on him made him want to perform in the same fashion, made him desire to bestow a similar kindness. So he asked if Don would let him, and Don agreed.

Lee quickly crouched and helped his lover to remove his shorts, not caring to strip him of the small white shirt he always wore. He immediately could smell Don's groin and see that he was very ready for it, for anything that would be coming to it. Lee laid himself down onto his back and pulled at Don, telling the younger boy to straddle his head.

As Don moved himself awkwardly around, Lee helping to keep his ears and hair out of the way, he watched Don's rump and genitals bouncing around, looking very appetizing and driving his sexuality wild.

Lee swallowed Don's hanging cock into his mouth as soon as he could, feeling a purring groan throughout the boy's entire body as he did so. Together, embraced and lustful as can be, they suckled at each other hungrily. Lee's mouth was suddenly filled with Don's musky flavor, the boy's cock thickly drooling with his pre-ejaculate and practically pulsating in his mouth, Lee's nose buried deeply up into his lover's tightening balls.

But he knew why Don's cock was quivering the way it was; the boy was about to come. And soon enough, Lee felt Don shoot downward into his throat, tasted his lover's thick semen as it spurted sporadically against his tongue and soft palate, Don whimpering with lust the entire time and biting down around Lee's cock, playfully.

Lee shivered, swallowing Don's huge, creamy load, keeping his mouth clamped as best he could to retain ever drop of it. It was a wonderful sensation, to be so light headed and clouded with the taste and smell of Don, to feel his warm body twitching above him so. He thought his friend was delicious, and he kept sucking on him even after he began to go flaccid.

After he came, Don had felt a bit of his sexual energy drain, and his sweet, wet fellatio had diminished quite a bit in its intensity. He did, however, keep at it, but so mild now that it only teased poor Lee, stuck under his friend, his lover's rump and tail-hole in sight and it making him hungry as hell.

For Don, he was simply enjoying the taste of Lee's oozing cock, gladly lapping up at the leaking fluid and trickled down the length of the pink appendage. He was enthralled with how intoxicating and pleasant sexual intercourse really was; every facet appealed to him, the taste of Lee, the feel of his thighs and hips, how sweet it was to nuzzle them.

He felt bad for having forced himself to remain celibate, to remain away from Lee and his affection. Don had yet to tell any of this to Lee himself, but Lee obviously a vague impression that Don's true feelings were out now. Don, the boy once so adamantly celibate and isolated, was amazingly extroverted and passionate now.

"Don," Lee sputtered, he was going to ask permission for something, wanted badly to taste his lover again in a different way. But somehow he did not see the immediate need for admission now; plus, Don had not even heard his name called.

Thus, Lee raised his head and fiercely began to lick at Don's pink tailhole, his heart fluttering wonderfully as the first stroke of his tongue brushed the warm and delicious spot.

Don gasped and widened his eyes, instinctually trying to look backwards. For a split second he was unsure of what insane pleasure was overcoming him, and then he just as quickly realized that Lee was wetly rimming his ass. Lee gripped Don's hard, pushing his mouth against the boy's anus and slurped at it, gushing his hot breath against the tender flesh there.

It made the boy quiver, and as much as he enjoyed the sensation, the new experience, he felt a bit worried. Don had seen this action before, many times as the Gatherings, where the boys would feast upon the tailholes of those about to be mounted, and he was scared of this. His paranoia of Lee forcing him to receive such a thing made him shudder.

And then... just a quickly, he felt lust overcome him again. Just he had yearned desperately for Lee's cock inside of his mouth, Don felt a longing for this experience. He was not scared of it, and he knew very well how gentle and careful Lee would be with this.

"Are you gonna fuck me, Lee?" Don asked with a shake in his voice. Lee did not understand the question; he just knew that Don had said something.

"Hmm? What?" Don felt mortified to ask it again, but he did anyway. Lee did not respond right away though. The older boy was actually uncertain of how to take the query. Was Don asking for it? Or was he just afraid that it was all Lee was working up to.

But Lee wanted to be honest, "I dunno, Don." Lee did not look at Don as the kind of being who would enjoy receiving from behind as he did. He also did not have a desire to deflower his friend as such, very much wishing to feel the opposite, of having Don inside of him. "I could fuck you if you wanted me to, but only if you really wanted to feel it."

"I wanna try it, just once at least." He felt a bit humiliated at submitting so easily to his own wishes, and he felt that he was submitting to Lee as well. But as this was not the case, he had another emotion of power within him.

Don had conviction on his side, and shimmering upon his shield of bravado, he was venturing outside of himself. This idea was his own, and he alone was allowing it to happen, and this very small effort of strength on his part made him feel confident and happier.

Lee did not argue again, did not speak other word, but eagerly wriggled out from under his friend, carefully climbing back to his knees and kneeling behind his friend. Don remained in position, exposing and offering his tail to Lee, his face and ears burning with trepidation.

But Lee did not want his lover to be afraid, and as he leaned inward and continued to lap at Don's tense anus, he held onto the boy tenderly and tried his best to inundate his aura with peace and joy. He smelled and tasted Don as strongest as the boy could ever be, and drank deep of the quiet lust and heat.

Don smelled so strongly to him now, especially in the heat that caused them both to perspire a bit. Being so close and tasting his friend's most sensitive and tender are, Lee became dizzy with the musk, tasting Don's warm tailhole so lusciously, and dizzy with the chemicals in his brain.

"I promise I'll be gentle, okay? You tell me to stop or slow down okay?" Lee stroked Don's thighs softly, trying his best to soothe the boy in his grip.

"Is it gonna hurt?" Don asked sadly; for he had never experienced any anal stimulation, not even self-inflicted. The poor boy was so worried.

"It will be uncomfortable, but I'll be slow so it won't actually hurt you. But you have to realize something, Don... the pain is part of what makes it feel good. But it's mostly about the spiritual connection, especially when it comes to you and me."

Don did not fully understand the concept of pain giving pleasure in regards to sex. Physically, using pain as a conduit to release tension during his anxiety episodes was a common practice. Through pain he could find some kind of comfort when his mind was torturing him, torturing itself.

Misery was painful, but in it came a kind of comfort and peace, and here was Don's experience with pain. The sort of pain that came from Lee pushing his cock against him was so much different though.

Lee had stood and gently positioned himself, going forward eagerly but slowly, wanting to let Don accustom himself to the feel of Lee's width and warmth. The older male pushed slightly, easing left and right, holding onto Don's two sides, feeling the boy's muscles tense and rough.

To help Don relax, to help his mind distract itself from the unusual intrusion, Lee now slipping inside ever so gently within Don, Lee massaged the boy's posterior. Squeezing with his thumbs and palms, Lee firmly kneaded his lover's flesh, the muscles therein, coaxing them to calm themselves and warm to his touch.

"Try not to squeeze, Don. I know it's hard not to, buddy..." Lee was panting though, for his excitement was tripling with intensity, rocketing up beyond anything he had ever known. He found concentrating difficult, and his body quivered strangely, and he pulled out quickly.

His cock was shooting, and his body was climaxing insanely.

At first, Lee did not understand why it had happened; he came so wonderfully fast and quickly, and - hard - if at all possible, and as his body shivered with delight and slight vertigo, his sperm gushed along Don's thigh, spurting once or twice on the boy's genitals.

Don felt it, felt the soft warmth of Lee's familiar spooge splashing on him and dripping downward to the grass. "Lee, are you okay?" He asked nervously. Don immediately thought he had done something wrong, that somehow he had screwed up the first time, probably the only time, he would be on the receiving end of sex, and it made him terribly worried.

"God, Don..." Lee lowered himself, his spirit ignited so strongly at the moment he felt it difficult to speak. "I'm sorry, man. I'm really sorry." Lee did not know whether he should chuckle or hide himself in shame. He sufficed to licking up his own load, as an apology to failing at giving Don what he wanted.

"What happened?" Don had turned and was now sitting down, wondering if he should try snuggling.

"I uh..." Lee sighed, "it's just that I loved being inside you so much, I guess. The idea of connecting with you so deeply was wonderful, but I guess my body got way ahead of my soul, my brain."

Don did not know this was a possibility, and did not know how he could have caused it. It might have been the fact of his virginity, or his excessive disappointment with Lee had finally taken a turn on his body, or maybe his cruelty and strange behavior. It was most certainly his fault though. Lee said it was himself, but of course he was only trying to be kind; something inside of Don destroyed his only chance at feeling Lee inside of him.

"That only happened because I like you so much, Don." Lee definitely saw the change in Don's countenance. He knew very well of his lover's body, the language of his shoulders and his face, and it was an unmistakable sadness. "I'm sorry. It just meant so much to me, I just got overwhelmed."

The young eelnod moved closer and laid his head down in his lover's lap, wrapping both arms around Lee as best he could, wanting to believe, wanting to be happy because Lee loved him so much. Yet the concept was so foreign to him, still so utterly surreal, and Don was finding it impossible to translate.

"I hold you more spiritually though, Don. As much as I love fucking a willing guy I the ass nice and hard, I just don't know if I can with you. I associate that kind of sex with the Gatherings, where it's all about pleasure... selfish pleasure. I want to make love to you on a different level. But I've been doing those orgies for so long, it's hard to divorce the feeling from sex when I'm with you. It's not fair to either of us."

Still, in Don's ignorance, he was uncertain of Lee's true intentions. He did not know if Lee was flattering him (trying to, at least), or if it was more soulful wonderment, some high-spirited ranting that made no sense to the boy in his condition. All that Don knew at this moment was that he disappointed Lee and completely faltered his chance at sex. Well, at least his very first time was forever ruined.

But then again, he had not given into his will simply for Lee to deflower him. His virginity was not the sole purpose of this romantic venture; Don wanted to be happy being Lee's lover, and he wanted to make Lee happy being a lover for him, as the older boy had always wanted.

They had been lovers for such a short time, though, and both were fairly sure that time was inevitably going to produce much better offerings for them.

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Slightly past the two clouds: the mist of misery and the veil of Love, were two more obstacles to Don's personal happiness. Both were confusing, though one more so than the other.

The first was that halted notion of a different sort of love, an experience that had been torn asunder during Don's rage and which engendered a dual hatred. It was a lost chapter in his life, a road in this adventure that he had stumbled past, giving it only a good, long gaze before traveling down this one towards Lee.

Second, he supposed it was almost the same. Another road, but one that he had gone to once, and when he closed his eyes, found himself lost on it. In this chapter, half-written and all agony, Don had ventured forth with only a vague idea of what was going to happen, and in the darkness of his vision so obscured, he was injured.

Lee, again, was there to help him through this. The older boy, his lover, had guided him through the shadows of perplexity.

The first obstacle, of course, was Mary, his oldest friend in the Facility. After the violence so many nights ago, the girl had not spoken to him, absolutely refused to, and the few times they had noticed each other, or where in close proximity, they both avoided conversing.

Second was Dr. Ivan, the psychologist or whatever the hell he was. Don knew that he needed to complete his chapter with Mary, but not so convinced he should do anything else with Ivan.

The human male who had used Don's species to sexually satisfy his own revolting fetish, had not returned to him or tried in any way to regain their correspondence. As a teacher and an employee of the Facility, this behavior was unbearably unprofessional. Especially with Don apparently in need of some kind of therapy, it was insulting for the doctor to abandon him.

Asking Lee about either of these two creatures, he gained no further knowledge. Rob had told Lee that Mary, while still being upset, was not as angry as she was scared of Don.

No, she was not fearful of another attack, but this past behavior of her boy friend changed him in her eyes, and the change was scary, it was an unexpected and terrible fate that he had succumbed to. She was still afraid of his path in life, and going with Lee - as she obviously knew by now of the mated couple - was a big mistake to her.

Although Mary had not seen Lee at anymore Gatherings, she still thought he was a wicked and stone-hearted boy, stupid because he colored his hair black and put on human-intended face paint, make-up, or whatever they called it. And she was jealous.

Lee's obsession with unemotional sex and gratification was the idea that she knew would hurt Don. Looking at Don, into that blackhole of his mind, she could see a spirit there, a tender and sensitive little boy who needed Love. Lee, she was convinced, was no the giver here, and would only destroy that for Don.

Because neither male ever returned to the Gatherings, she knew they were both together all the time and enjoyed being such, and she was abandoned, forever deleted from Don's mind. Her fear had come true, it seemed, and Don must have been brainwashed by this dark-haired urchin.

And as this was not the case, thus arrived a new, female-fronted cloud of worry and paranoia. It was the result of bad communication, a total lack of it, moreover. She wished to rid of Don forever, not even the memory; there was no desire to fix anything or to come to terms. She, much like Don himself, was more interested in preserving insanity and finding solace in idiotic depression.

Don did not know any of this, and was not even suspicious about it. Though he also did not know how easy coming to her senses was. The boy was unsure if he truly wanted her friendship back, if he even wanted to touch her again. He just wanted to see her again, and listen to her speak again.

He did miss her, and his paranoia and anger towards her was now guilt. Mutated and putrid with a mixture of guilt and intense trepidation; he knew he had to rectify this disaster.

On the day he managed to talk to her, she was not quite so willing. It was between sessions, as she still attended these things and still enjoyed being there with her friends. The girl would speak, of course, but climbing over her wall would be difficult.

Don was alone, having asked Lee to allow him the utter pleasure of speaking to her just as himself, not as a couple. Lee, of course, found this idea distasteful and feared that the girl (and maybe her entourage) would try to hurt him in a confused act of revenge. Don insisted, though, and Lee would need to obey him.

Mary had been with her ladies, of course, and some other male, a large and handsome eelnod, somewhat orange-colored. Upon hearing that Don wanted to talk to her, she managed to send her pals back within the room for some privacy.

"How are you, Mary?" Don asked of her. They stood outside of the door as people passed, colfs, fellow eelnods and the tall, lumbering human beings. It was a chilly afternoon, the hours prior to noon being a bit warmer, unusual. Like the external being, Don was feeling cold here in his confrontation, but his heart was filled with warmth and he hoped she could feel it.

"Oh uh..." She stared at his chin, forcing a bit of a smile, "I'm doing pretty good. Been spending a lot of time with my friend Chris. He's one of the few boys around here that isn't completely gay." She chuckled.

Don giggled at this, finding the idea of it to be odd. He had not met any of these alleged, heterosexual eelnods. The colfs seemed to be fairly, evenly bisexual, but his own race was obviously completely doomed to extinction for the males' faulty psychology. This Chris must have been the tall boy, his reddish-yellow fur now forever burned in his memory. Strange color for an eelnod, he thought.

"That's cool," he replied after she stopped snickering, "I'm glad you are having a good time then."

"Good time? With him? What do you mean?" Well, Don, being newly accepting of his complete love for sex, in his stupidity thought her straight friend was coupled with her. But... Don was not able to reposition himself in the conversation. He felt embarrassed for his candor, and he wanted to be careful, not to anger the female once again.

"Mary, I just wanted to know how you were feeling. I don't like how our friendship is turning out, I want to fix it."

She was flabbergasted maybe.

For a few moments she only stared into his eyes, then moved her gaze to the floor, perhaps the solution was on his toes. What did she want to say to him? Did she wish to forgive him? Maybe she would like to form a vendetta and never forgive, but try to hurt him forever on. If only he would shut up for a second and let her think.

"I was a fucking moron, okay? I was insane for a second and I know I shouldn't have smacked you. But I was angry and confused, I didn't do it because I hate your or wanted to kill you or anything. I want us to be friends with each other again."

Ah, this is what she liked to hear. It was the best scenario she had imagined: that Don wanted to be forgiven and let them both return to their past relationship. Of course, this meant that he would probably not kiss her or touch her body so softly again, as he used to. It would be different, their lives were now different and their ways of looking at each other were forever changed, it seemed.

Yet, did this truly call for a sever of ties? Did Mary really need to burn the bridge between her and her Don, the boy she at one time thought she loved, that she wanted to make love to and experience him fully as a sexual partner. However, none of this was spiritual, and he was a casual person to her now, so she felt no qualms about her next action.

Don became dizzy, a very strange, sharp light in his eye for a split second, and then he could not understand why he was leaning on the wall. He felt silly as all the darkness in the world vanished for just a brief moment, and he beheld a brilliant, heavenly glow.

But that existed in his eyeballs, he was sure, was not metaphysical. Had there been any witnesses? As Don's vision slowly returned, refocused so he could decipher objects, there were some folks there, near the exit doors, heading out into the sunlight and warmth. Did they see?

"Okay, now we're even!" Mary smiled pleasantly and hugged him, Don still confused and slightly bedazzled. Then she turned and walked away, going back inside the room to retrieve her friends and then all three were on their merry way, the girls vanishing with their muscled boy and leaving Don.

"See ya later, Don." Were her last words to him for that day. Later in life, she would speak regularly to him, someday.

I guess she forgives me then? It was a question to himself, of course. Yes, yes she did.

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Don stood beside his desk, staring at the pile of books he had set upon it. Four large, another quite smaller, but together they were heavy, and would be bothersome to carry them all at once to the library for returns. However, he had established a fine reputation within the building and its occupants, as well as having an amount of respect for the rules and integrity of the establishment.

Plus, it was past the appointed time to make his returns. Don dressed himself: underwear, pants, floppy shirt, and proceeded to gather the tomes into his arms. Then came a knock at the door, something of which he hated, the sound always startling him. More so, in a ridiculous concept, Don really disliked being interrupted by folks without prior knowledge to what he was doing. Of course, no one would know if he was truly within the chamber, and there had been no way of anyone asking permission to interrupt him. Don knew very well this quirk of his was stupid.

"Don!" Someone shouted, a bright and high male voice, very cheerful. Don had no clue who it was.

"Come in..." It was almost a question, though; he was not sure whether or not he was inviting a large group into his room. Through the door came Rob and Mark. Don then remember it was Rob who had the high, feminine voice, and Mark the deeper, smoother voice.

"Hey sexy," Rob continued, now standing beside Don and hugging him close. "What are you up to, huh?"

"I'm about to go take these back to the library. It's good you're here, you can help me."

Rob frowned and looked to the stack there, "What? I'm not carryin' those things all the way down to the fucking library."

"Then what good are you?" Don asked, trying to make a joke. Rob obviously took it seriously and became silent, displaying a hurt look on his face. Don slowly brushed the eelnod off of him and moved to try his arms at holding them all himself. Don liked that expression, the look of gloom that was painted on Rob's face.

"I'm just kidding, Rob." Don said, chuckling. They hugged again, face to face, Rob still confused but joining in the chuckle.

"Yes, we will help you carry your books, Don." Mark said, striding over to take two of them into his grip.

"Okay, I'll help." Rob said, doing the same, "If you'll let me suck your cock later, Don."

Don was quite certain the boy was truthful, but honestly was unconcerned and was not looking forward to further harassment. "Um, I'll think about it."

They began walking. The trip would take about 10 minutes at a neutral pace, and they argued all the way whether or not Don should allow Rob the pleasure of the sexual favor.

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The three of them had encountered Lee on the way back towards the living building, their goal being to search for him. He was at the food building though, and currently gluttonizing on a mishmash of numerous vittles, talking noisily with a large group of eelnods and colfs situated around a table.

Rob, Mark and Don joined them. Don still found the aroma of the building unpleasant, but he felt recompensed by being in the company, the scent of all the beings, both male and female, slightly masking the stink of fire, grease and food. Strangely, he seemed to be the only guy there not bothered.

Lee insisted on cuddling with him while he finished his meal and conversation. Don did not socialize, but listened intently to all the jargon and cacophony of the group, not quite learning what any of the topics were, and being fairly indifferent to it all. He did enjoy seeing Lee have so much fun though.

After this, Lee took his three closest friends aside while they stepped outside into the cool, midday air.

"Hey, you guys wanna come hang out in one of the music rooms. It's empty and we can have it all to ourselves."

"Why there?" Rob wondered.

"'Cos I like to play around with the stereo, it's fun to have all the music there at your command, you know?"

"I guess." Rob laughed. Don and Mark agreed, but equally as puzzled by the suggestion. The session rooms were all unused at the moment. That is not to say they would all be empty, but certainly most would be vacant.

When they arrived, Lee having directed them blindly along the buildings and hallways, it was clear why he had chosen the particular room.

It was rarely used, and most strictly used for storage now. There was a stereo with its accompanying musical files for hearing pleasure, and two in-ground cushions, a circular pit of soft plush much like the lobby which housed the Gatherings and many other session rooms. Don had many memories of falling asleep inside of them beside Lee or Mary, long before he had officially established his mate-ship with the male.

The room was left with a decent amount of window space to allow comfortable illumination though (via sunlight), and no one bothered to turn on the lights. It was chilly as well, and this was the first thing noticed by them all.

"It's cold as hell in here," Rob exaggerated, "I'm gonna have to cuddle with someone while I'm here."

Within the pit they reposed for several hours, listening to the random music Lee or Rob fought over to play, neither being able to compromise with each other. For most of the time, Lee and Don snuggled together, Rob and Mark doing the same opposite of them, but only four feet removed from the pair. Whenever the music had stopped, Lee and Rob raced to get there first, which would leave Mark free to cuddle with Don.

Mark would crawl over to him and tackle him to the floor, nuzzling and burrowing quite playfully alongside him. It tickled Don, and he giggled incessantly. This evolved into wrestling, in which Don could not overpower his friend, and always got pinned down to the floor where Mark and ridiculously nibble and bite at his neck and ears.

This literally tickled him, and thus he would be caught in Mark's arms, squirming and laughing all the while.

Lee would always dive into them, knocking Mark away and grappling with him to defend his lover. After the first hour of these rough hysterics and exercise, the four boys finally decided to relax, exhausted and sweaty, collapsed upon each other and panting.

They were happy, and as content as can be with life, and not much could make them happier. This was Don's conscious thought. That being in this room with his friends was the happiest and most comfortable he had felt in years. Don felt that his mind and soul were now open; he did not have to repress his feelings anymore, especially with Lee. Where at one time he never allowed Lee to touch him sexually, or kiss him deeply, Don now enjoyed it greatly and looked forward to each time Lee would do so.

Don sat with his back against the soft white cushion, Lee relaxing upon his lap, gently stroking his legs and feet. Across the pit, Rob and Mark snuggled together as well, but in their touch was seen evident arousal and excitement. The males had been resting after their exertion for only five minutes, and already Rob was ready for a much bigger release.

The eelnod in question had stopped simply snuggling his friend, and was now vigorously nibbling along Mark's rotund belly, caressing the sides of his body, feeling the soft and pliable flesh with both hands. Mark watched, sighing softly beneath Rob's touch, occasionally reaching to readjust his genitals. Both of these boys were naked, and thus Lee and Don could clearly see Mark's cock growing out from his fuzzy sheath.

The scent of sex grew as well, slower than the wet, pink member climbing upwards from Mark's groin.

Lee was smiling, unseen by Don, and idly groping himself beneath his humongous, black pants. Lee's aroma intensified, letting them all know he was getting aroused as well. Rob and Mark were the entertainment for now, and apparently knew it, for both of them looked to Lee with a grin.

As if by some telepathic communication, Lee began to emulate their actions. He fidgeted and turned up onto his hands and feet, facing Don, and kissed him on his lips.

Don nuzzled against him, not expecting the attention but intrigued by it. After several affectionate nips at his lover's face, Lee introduced his tongue, licking Don's chin and lips. Don licked him in return, taking Lee's tongue into his mouth and massaging it with his own. Lee grew passionate quickly, and intensified his efforts, tonguing his lover's mouth deeply, pushing closer and closer, gripping Don's back with a hand.

Rob and Mark noticed this kiss, and tried for one of their own. Their mouths touched and they immediately kissed deeply, squeezing each other with their arms while grinding softly into each other, hips touching.

Lee continued to roll his tongue along Don's, refusing to break their lock, and intimately caressed his lover's thighs, moving his hands up along the legs and hips, doing his best to bring Don to the level of excitement Mark was at, wanting badly to taste his cock now. Rob and Mark quickly dispersed with the foreplay and went into it, Rob descending his head and mouth onto Mark's thick, willing cock, sucking on it feverishly, drooling all over him.

Lee stopped paying attention to them, but wanted to hear them; the mere sound of Rob's slurping mouth on Mark's cock and Mark moaning loudly inspiring him to do the same.

The black-haired eelnod stopped kissing his lover's mouth, moving downward along his chest, gnawing hungrily at his flesh, now unfastening his pants and tugging them downward to his feet.

Don was unsurprisingly anxious, but very excited and strong with desire. Unlike the Gatherings, which inundated him with a miasma of pheromones, and made him nervous with the dozens of crowds, here there was none of that. It was just the four of them, no eyes were on him except for Lee, and the two males that he was not involved with were focused on each other, not judging Don or expecting him to do anything.

It was closer, emotionally captivating, his lover here caressing him, biting down on his thighs and fondling his balls beneath the strangling underwear he wore. Don liked it; he enjoyed the scenario, the sensation of being touched so, and was not perturbed by the presence of others. These were his friends, and together they were merely sharing one of their favorite pastimes.

Don watched Rob's work, watched how he swallowed Mark's cock completely and lapped at it with all his might, his eyes shut tight. Rob was diligent in his work, and enjoyed every moment of it, taking his time to savor every inch of the male's wet limb in his throat, letting his hands grope and squeeze along the rest of Mark's body, wherever he felt Mark would enjoy it.

He admired Rob, in a way. The boy worked at his friend to please him, and thus was pleased himself; and he was most certainly taking pleasure in the feel of his buddy's seeping cock filling the back of his throat.

Soon, Lee had Don completely naked and saw his fully erect cock jutting out for him. Lee seized it with a grin and quickly began feasting upon it just as Rob did on Mark. Dual passion sounded from the receivers then, and the sounds of wet sucking came from the males slurping at their friends groins.

Lee swallowed Don's limb completely, letting the tip poke at his uvula, pushing it as far into his gullet as he could, not gagging in the slightest but simply groaning with pleasure at feeling the thick cock fill his mouth, tasting the seminal fluid slowly spilling out of it. He lapped at it eagerly, pressing his nose into the fur on Don's stomach, squeezing his balls with one hand and stroking his own, hidden cock with the other.

Rob then stopped sucking Mark and stood up, turning to put his backside in front of Mark's face, "Get me nice and wet so you can fuck me." He whispered with breathy passion. Mark did so immediately, taking Rob's posterior in both hands and spreading apart the two cheeks as far as he could, and nosed his snout up under the tail.

Mark started slurping then, licking at Rob's warm and sweaty tail-hole hungrily. Don met Rob's eyes, they were narrowed and his mouth hung open with his tongue waggling around from inside. Don had occasionally seen his fellow eelnods get pleasured in such a fashion, and once again became interested in something that he was unsure he would enjoy himself.

But he certainly enjoyed watching Rob get his anus licked and lubricated, and he loved how much Rob was enjoying it. The poor boy was practically panting. Lee had been struggling to rid himself of his clothing, having to let his fellatio suffer because of it. But when he was naked as well, he resumed at sucking Don's cock with just as much ferocity as Mark was lapping at Rob's backside.

Rob then returned to the floor, resting on his hands and feet with his back arched, "Come on, Mark, fuck me." He pleaded, and Mark replied by doing so, standing up and leveling his cock with Rob's backside, pushing the tip up against the orifice and pushing it inside. Rob groaned with delight as he was stretched open and intruded, Mark thrusting his cock deep inside of his friend's rectum.

Rob groaned pathetically with the friction, being unprepared for the rough intrusion, and his voice spoke his delight quite well.

Lee did not look back, but knew exactly what was going on, and with no warning he proceeded in almost the same fashion.

"Don," he whispered after letting Don's slippery cock fall out of his mouth, "Will you let me sit down on your cock? I gotta feel you inside me, man. Please?" He was begging again, but this time it was not the same innocent face; Lee was lustful and crazed with sex. But this time, Don had no interest in denying him.

"Yeah, go 'head." Don whispered back.

Lee grinned and purred, taking into his hand a glob of spit. He applied the fluid to his own backside, rubbing up along and inside of his tail-hole. Then he descended onto his knees, still facing his lover, arching his chest forward and reaching around behind him to adjust Don's cock.

Don held his breath in anticipation, eager to know how this new sensation would feel. He had convinced himself that it would feel incredible, merely to allow himself the courage to attempt it, and now was the time to see if his conviction were to be proved true.

He felt a slight bit of pressure on his cock head, Lee moved downward, letting it slide up inside of him. Don gasped and curled his toes as the outer ring of muscles wrapped itself around his swollen cock and squeezed him all the way down to his balls. For the entire length, Lee had been gripping his lover fiercely, and he let forth a moan of such ecstacy that Rob and Mark were alarmed. Lee sighed and shivered, grinning now and pivoting himself to feel Don's cock pulsating within him.

Both Rob and Mark thought the same thing: that they were amazed to see Don finally penetrating their friend Lee. Lee seemed to think the same thing, and was so delighted with the concept that he could not wait to fully delve into the exercise. He quickly picked up the pace of his riding, thrusting himself down onto Don's cock heavily with each motion, squeezing his friend close with both arms, growling and panting heavily with his face buried into Don's neck.

It was odd indeed, not only to feel, see and hear Lee acting such, but he sensation of having Lee's tail-hole squeezing his tender cock and slamming himself down along its length. The pressure was light, but tender, in a way, and was quite pleasant. But after a minute of this, the sensation did turn to a vicious sort of ecstacy.

Lee rode Don's cock hard, squeezing it with his muscles as much as he could, practically humping his friend's chest with his own cock. Behind him, Rob and Mark were still at it, Mark pounding at his friend's backside just as quick and heavily, each forward thrust sending the bottom boy's body jerking forward, pushing out a cry of joy from him each time.

Rob had taken it upon himself to receive a sample of Don, without anyone's permission. He was close enough to touch Lee's tail with his nose or mouth if he could, and Don's lower body was within full range of his hungry maw. He began by nibbling and licking at Don's footpads, nudging his nose up under the paws and lapping at the soft pad on the underside.

He could taste sex on Don's toes, the taste of a boy who was hot and sweating under the duress of sex; it was all over those feet, and Rob loved it greatly, taking Don's toes into his mouth and sucking on them affectionately as if it were someone's cock. And having the tasty toes in his mouth kept him from lustfully whimpering with each thrust from Mark.

After he was through tasting Don's soles, he moved to the groin, nudging his nose under Lee's tail and past his stretched anus. Rob nosed at Don's tight, full testicles and started slurping at them as he had done so with his toes.

The unexpected attention caused him to gasp with delight, and he was so caught up in Lee's maneuvering that he was not bothered in the slightest by having a relative stranger licking at his balls.

The sensation was so foreign to him, and though he never at once thought he would feel this way, Don truly did enjoy it. He liked feeling Lee ride his cock lovingly, and liked feeling Rob licking at his balls and tailhole...

Yes, Rob had nuzzled himself downward between Don's buttocks and tried his hand at rimming the boy, indulging himself on Don's moist asshole, letting his sinuses flood with the boy's thick musk and aroma. He loved it, Rob did, finding the warm taste so wonderful he could barely speak, "God, Don, you taste so good."

Lee agreed to this attachment with a giggle.

However, the combination of Lee's rocking on his hard cock and Rob's lavishing tongue at his tailhole and balls caused an exhilaration too great, his balls tensing up and his cock stiffening even more, he pushed it as far back as he could - the building climax - and felt several orgasms hit him in the span of about ten seconds.

"Lee," he gasped, "I'm 'bout to come!"

"Do it! Fill me up, Don!" Lee hissed with lust at his ear, biting down on his shoulder and doing his best then to ride Don's cock even harder. Rob helped as best he could to, taking Don's balls into his mouth and slurping at them as smoothly as he could, gaping with his maw eagerly awaiting the taste of Don's spunk.

Don climaxed violently, the boy grabbing hold of Lee hard and thrusting up into his bowels as what felt like every muscle in his body convulsed. Lee gasped and shivered again, feeling Don's added motion to his own exhausting rocking. Don's cock spurted out a warm river of seed, filling up Lee's insides. Lee could actually feel it too, Don's thick load being large and too much for him to keep. It started to leak out, trickling down his glistening cock.

Rob was on it quick, pushing his mouth onto Don's cock and balls and lapping hungrily at the flowing semen coming from Lee's backside. He breathed a moan of delight as he feasted at the excessive spunk running down to coat his tongue, the scent of Don's come and the two lovers' sex filling his mind and commanding it with utter lust and passion.

Lee could feel it soaking into the fur on his backside, and the realization that his lover pumping inside of him had just released himself made him quiver with delight. Taking his hard cock in hand, he squeezed it and let his lunging body make the friction against his paw, stroking it hard without moving his hand. He climaxed quickly, slowly drenching Don's chest and neck with his own heavy load of come.

Mark was coming only seconds after, slamming heavily into Rob's backside for the final time and finally collapsing on top of him, his twitching cock erupting and filling up Rob with his hefty load as well. And here it was the same, after several spurts, it started to leak out, Mark's load now dripping heavily from where they were still entwined.

Rob was the last to climax, having seized his own cock and pumped it fiercely until he came, letting his ropes of jizm shoot along the cushioned floor beneath him. His voice quavered a sigh of happiness, and he collapsed then, Mark grunting as he fell out and off of his friend, letting another splash of the white fluid spray outward from Rob's backside and onto the floor.

"Damn, they're gonna be pissed at us." Rob stated lazily, holding up his torso with both hands, still panting.

"Oh well, they won't know it was us." Mark replied soflty, with breath stuck in his lungs. He squeezed at his lover's backside, watching pink taihole ooze his very own cream, and Mark was moved to taste it. He pressed his tongue against Rob's anus and scooped up as much of the thick fluid as he could, lapping at the come hungrily and drenching Rob even more with his saliva. Being so raw in the area, Rob could barely feel it, but he sighed softly, knowing exactly was Mark was doing, that he was swallowing his own load that was seeping from the bottom's asshole.

The other two remained silent, but their minds conversed rapidly. Lee remained fastened to his lover, sitting atop his softening cock, still loving the feel of Don's spooge drizzling out of him. They held onto each other, the conversation of Rob and Mark's behind them faint in their telepathic discussion. Lee stared into his Don's eyes, his face twisted slightly in a grin, but showing the slight discomfort he was feeling from being soaked with his own come.

Lee moved his hands along Don's back, grazing them upwards to the male's shoulders, grinning and sighing, clenching his anal muscles around Don. In his mind he saw within Don the total acceptance of his love and affection that he had been striving for. It was heaven to him, and looking into Don's large, grey eyes, he was temporarily overcome with his love.

They kissed, their lips pressed against each other and tongues massaging. Don, up until the kiss, had been in a slightly different mentality. This being his second time having such sexual intercourse with Lee, he felt much more fulfilled. Now, when the time taken had been a bit longer, Don felt satisfied with his performance, and could clearly see in Lee's countenance a total want of disappointment. Lee was not merely amused with him, but aroused and delighted. It was not a playful and silly romp this time.

"Hey, Don." Spoke Rob, "It didn't bother you when I did that, did it?" Don, for a moment, was unsure what Rob was referring to, "Licking your ass, I mean."

"Oh," he chuckled, "No, not at all. It felt good."

Rob grinned. "Yeah, it tasted good." Don believed him.

~~To be continued.