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The klaxon blared. Marc's dreamy state was torn to shreds the moment the sounds hit his ears. He looked at his friend with blue eyes full of fear. Terick looked back into his for a moment before he sprang from Marc's bunk, just as naked as Marc was. The large gray drake was a sight to see, even now. His body muscular and soft in all the right areas.

"Marc. We need to move now! That alarm--!" He started to shout. The ship shuddered as the massive engines cried for life. The force was enough to knock Marc out of bed, sending him headlong into the metallic floor. Somehow Terick managed to hold his balance, but just barely.

A voice cracked over the PA system. "Attention." It said in a hoarse tone, as if the owner was out of breath, "This is First Officer Drenk. All hands-- report to their emergency stations. We have a projectile inbound at extreme speeds. Be advised. I say again, be advised. Unless something changes, we will suffer a direct hit. Will update as needed." The voice started to swear as the transmission ended abruptly.

Terick was already helping his green friend off the floor. "Marc, we need to head to engineering. There's got to be something we can do." He growled, "There's got to be."

Without another word, Terick bolted out of the room, not even bothering to grab clothes. Marc somehow managed to have the sense to grab their uniforms before following. He quickly danced his way into his trousers, and managed to put on his gray jacket before realizing his shirt was missing. Terick was stopped at a security bulkhead separating engineering from crew quarters. The red light above the door immediately told Marc what was happening.

"Damn it all!" He seethed. His panicking fingers repeatedly mistyped his PIN code. Each time the wrong number was entered, a tiny speaker mocked, "Sorry, wrong number. Did you forget it?" in a very gentle tone. Terick thrashed his tail again the wall out of frustration, scratching the fresh coat of paint.

Marc tossed him his clothes and shoved him out of the way. "Let me." Marc calmly said. He took a deep breath and patiently entered his PIN. The light above the door turned green, and a mechanical whirr let the drakes know that the door was unlocked and could pass, but the tiny speaker spoke anyways. "Thank you, valued employee."

"Bite me." Terick snarled as the two pushed open the heavy door. Terick had only enough time to get his pants on, and decided not to even bother with anything else. "XO Drenk can kiss my scalie ass if he doesn't like the state of my uniform." He managed to joke as they began to run once again.

Down the long corridor, they ran. Through bulkheads, they ran. Past fellow crew mates, they ran. Marc's head was swimming. So much has happened in so short of time. The handsome drake running to his side, despite being straight, gave Marc his first glimpse of intimacy on this lonely starship. Even now, he could still smell Terick's scent on his scales, and he could still feel the wetness between his legs from the saliva, cum and cloacal fluid. When Marc needed someone the most, Terick was there. The wails of the klaxon were muffled by the sound of Marc's heartbeat. So many emotions, but he had to bury them. He had to bury them, else he would just break down.

The two came into the reactor command center and promptly felt lost. There were several drakes already furiously working at the controls, shouting at each other in the various dialects of their home world. Terick was the first to fall out of his stupor.

"Is there anything we can do?" Terick shouted at anyone who would listen.

"You there! Get over here." A gruff voice called from the back of the room. Its owner was an overweight brown drake who was almost as short as Marc. His gut protruded from underneath his shirt and jacket. It was Lovos, the chief engineer of the Orita. Marc and Terick fought through the chaos to get to him. Once they got to his post, their run finally caught up with them.

"We're yours, if you need us." Terick managed to pant out.

"It's your unlucky day, boys," Lovos said flatly, "I do need you. And you aren't going to like it, and we have precious little time to get it done."

Marc and Terick exchanged looks, and then back to Lovos, who stared at them with a fierce intensity. "The engine will be up and running in a few minutes, but it won't be before whatever it is out there kills us. We have thrusters to adjust our position, but those aren't fast enough either. We have to take drastic measures." With a flick of his fingers, he pulled up a display of the freighter. "These thrusters here and here, are burning at full capacity. If we place a controlled explosive here," he gestured to the void of space immediately next to the Orita, "then we can ride the shockwave out of the way."

The ship shuddered again, this time from the other end of the vessel, but not nearly the same intensity as from the engines. A small section of the ship displayed on the screen began to blink red.

"Lovos, sir!" A drake almost the same age as Marc called out, "We've lost the forward aft thruster!"

Lovos stared through Marc and Terick.

"You two are going out into the cold." Lovos said, his words just as cold as the vacuum outside.

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Marc woke up with a start. He sat in a cold sweat, naked and freezing. The memory of the dream lingered, leaving the emotional baggage behind. The salty drops of water accumulating between his scales into small pools until they overflow into the next. At some point in his sleep he had managed to roll out of his blanket onto the bare metal floor. He held his muzzle in his hands and wept uncontrollably. It all came out in moments. The events of the Orita, his time in the void, his capture, his confinement.

He cried for what seemed like hours. The darkness of space obscuring any real passage of time, more so in a cell had only a few lights flickering off the ripples in the pool. The light reflected on the ceiling danced like a sensual nebula in space, almost mocking Marc in his solitude. When the tears finished, Marc didn't even bother wiping the salty streams from his cheeks. What was the point?

He sniffled and looked around the room. Panic and paranoia now gripped him where comfort and acceptance had guided him to sleep before. There was a massive predator in the room with him. He had to be careful. His eyes drifted to the pool and found the monster.

A massive dorsal fin sat almost stationary just above the water. The only motion it displayed was a subtle back and forth motion as the creature below the surface maintained a steady rhythm, matching the current in the tank. The blue-gray fin looked almost black in the light. Marc shifted his position slightly, craning his neck to look into the water at what he felt was a safe distance. Sure enough, the rest of the beast came into view, the water magnifying his features slightly. Where the dorsal fin looked black above water, the rest of the shark looked vibrant under water. The shark's skin no only had its blue-gray color, but there was a multitude of details he hadn't noticed before. Small colorful spots ran along his sides. Subtle violet stripes spaced evenly from the back of his head down most of his tail. Several small scars all over his body could be seen as the body undulated back and forth in the current. The mighty tail hardly moved at all. Marc drank in the sight, mostly out of fear, but a small part of him just wanted to touch it. That's was when Marc saw the shark's blood red eye staring directly at him.

Startled, Marc tried to stand, but the metal was slippery from his sweat and tears. He lost his balance and landed hard on his knee and tumbled into the water. Marc's body lashed about, panicking. Green drakes were known for their swimming prowess, but his body reacted on its own. His hands groped for the air, for a handhold, for anything. Marc's eyes opened to see nothing but bubbles in the blue water. Through the turbulent water he saw rows of teeth approaching him, and then the red eyes that wanted him. Marc screamed, filling his mouth and nostrils with water. He closed his eyes as razor sharp claws shot at him.

The next thing he knew, he was being securely held against the edge of the pool. His head and chest above the water's surface. He coughed and hacked and tried to push the iron-like arms away from him. Marc finally opened his eyes again. Only the tip of the dorsal fin protruded from the surface, almost as stationary as it was before. He fought the urge to look down for as long as he could. When he finally did he saw the same rows of teeth and red eyes, but they had a look of sadness to them. Marc's mind raced, and the rational mind finally decided to intervene. He knew the creature's name, but his mouth refused to cooperate.

"E-e-erok--" He managed to stammer out.

The shark only turned his head slightly, as if he wasn't sure he heard what was said.

"Erok, I'm okay." It was only half true, but it was true enough. "You can let me go."

Almost immediately the shark let Marc go. Erok swam backwards effortlessly underwater. Marc clung to the edge of the pool and caught his breath. He watched as Erok descended to the bottom of the pool and swam to the far side, the surface distorting his features into a small gray blob. The green drake pulled himself out of the water and was shivering almost immediately. He turned to watch Erok quietly emerge from the pool in the shadows. The surface hardly rippled. Marc couldn't help but be in awe at how graceful such a thing was in water. The shadows concealed much of Erok's massive frame, but Marc could make out the edges of his body, and the tail that drifted back into the water.

"Forgive me," Erok said, his voice feeling almost as fluid as water, "I know I am terrifying. It wasn't my intention to scare you like that."

For a moment, the two were silent. Marc could feel himself getting flush, he shouldn't have reacted the way he did. He knew he had to make amends.

"No, it wasn't you fault, Ero--" Marc began before being cut off by a loud electronic tone.

Without hesitating, Erok stood up and walked out from the shadows. The grace he had while in the water was replaced with a lumbering wall of muscle. Marc felt himself shrink as he approached. The same fear that he had just cursed at himself for feeling welled up inside his chest, but somehow he managed to not show it. Or at least that's what he thought.

"Chow time." Erok growled only a few meters from the drake. Marc's knees turned to rubber, and nearly fell back into the pool. Instead he dropped to his knees. Erok's eyes went wide as he realized the err of his word choice, and stopped in his tracks. "Enos have mercy," he quietly to himself, "I didn't mean-- I'm not--" Erok sighed to himself, and took a step back. "It's meal time. The Tarsi feed the prisoners twice a day. The tone you heard is for the first meal. Double tone for second meal. Then there's another tone for when we have to return to our cells."

Marc watched and waited. The panic eventually leaving his body again. "What happens now?" He managed to squeak.

"For starters, I'm not going to eat you."

"Then what?"

"I put my pants on, and we go get some food before it's too late."

It was then that Marc realized that he had collapsed back on the makeshift blanket that once was Erok's pants. "May I come over there to get them? Or would you feel better just throwing them to me?" Erok said softly, trying to reassure the drake. Marc hesitated for a moment before crawling off the blanket, picking them up and holding them out for Erok to reclaim them. He didn't bother trying to stand, his legs still gelatinous.

Erok took a step and paused, clearly trying to judge Marc's reaction. He stepped again, this time a little quicker but still with an air of caution. Marc bit his lip, fighting himself the entire time, praying that he could really trust the shark. Erok stopped and reached out with his thick arms and gingerly took his pants back from Marc.

"See?" Erok chuckled softly, which was still enough to make Marc's bones rattle. "I didn't eat you." The shark took a step back to give Marc some space. He held up the pants in the air to survey the damage. "It's too bad. These were really comfortable. It'll be a while before I can requisition enough material to repair them. But I'll have to make due." The words seemed to fade in Marc's head. With most of Erok's body hidden behind the vail of the tattered pants, the drake was given an eyeful of the muscular lower body of the shark. The shape of his abs seemed to guide his eyes to the large claspers still dangling between his legs. They rolled back and forth as Erok shifted his balance back and forth between his legs. Mesmerized by their size and shape, Marc unconsciously raised his hands to touch them, despite being well out of arm's reach.

"Don't you think?" Erok said, breaking Marc's genital trance. Marc's hand quickly shot back down to his lap. Marc looked around, trying to think of what the conversation was, but everything was blank, save for the claspers dangling in front of him at eye level.

"I'm sorry, what?"

Erok slung the rags over his shoulder, eyeing the smaller dragon and said, "We should try to find some clothes for you, don't you think?"

There was a nervous pause as Marc suddenly remembered that he was still naked, and had been since he was dropped into this prison. He felt ashamed for a moment as he remembered being violated the previous day.

Erok turned his back towards Marc and started to pull on his pants. The light reflected off the water highlighted the ripples of muscle on his back, the colors and details Erok had underwater seemed all but invisible now. Marc watched his tail move and balance the shark as he stepped into his pants, and suddenly he no longer felt ashamed. He watched the light dance over is swaying tail from tip to the thick base where it met his ass. It was a beautiful sight, he had to admit. Marc cocked his head to the side and was treated with a glimpse of Erok's ass, tail and claspers all at once before they disappeared behind the ratty remains of the pants, which was more like a pants-like-dress now. When he had finished securing his belt, he turned back to Marc.

"Come, we should go." Erok murmured, his eyes drifting up and down Marc's body, studying him. "Can you stand?"

"I think so."

Marc started to get to his feet, his body feeling really weak from recent events.

"If that's not supposed to do that, as much as I hate to say it, you should see Seraph. Infections can get pretty nasty down here." Erok said flatly, giving a general gesture to Marc's lower half before turning to walk to the edge of the cell.

"Wha--?" Marc's body seized up at the mentioning of Seraph. His heart raced and started to feel his body to anything wrong. When his eyes turned to aid the search, he felt his face turn white hot. A large thick glob of his cloacal fluid had managed to drip free. It was only then that Marc realized how aroused he had gotten. While his cock wasn't erect, any drake would have instantly known. Erok didn't. "It's-- it's not. That's.. That's... erm... normal in certain circumstances." Marc tried to downplay.

Erok paused and looked back at Marc. His red eyes twitched so subtly, Marc wasn't sure he had even seen it. What Erok thought was kept hidden as he faced a wall of the cell. Marc wiped the fluid from his crotch and joined Erok by the wall.

"You should know, before we go out there," Erok said, his voice sounding harder and more intimating, "we all do what we need to in order to survive. I will say things... do things. It is in both of our interests that you play along. As far as the rest are concerned, you are my bitch, and they assume that I..." he paused for a long moment, clearly having trouble saying the words, "that I raped you."

There was quiet between the two. Marc nervously reached out and placed his hands on Erok's bicep. "It's okay, Erok. I understand. I'm scared, but I understand. I just hope I don't screw this up."

"You're scared?" His voice lost all its softness. He was the terror Marc had seen when he first saw him. "Good. Be scared. Use it."

Erok's hand slammed on the wall. The impact thundered through the large room, reverberating off the water and metal alike. On cue, the panel in front of them slid open. The dingy corridor in front of them was filled with other species, many of which Marc had never seen before. Marc took a deep breath and steeled himself for the next part, but before he could fully prepare himself, Erok shoved him from behind.

The force was enough to send Marc to the floor, where he slid a few meters. None of the other prisoners even batted an eye. Erok stepped out and towered above the majority of the others. A hulking mass of muscle seemingly no one wanted to contend with. The crowd naturally began to give Erok as much space as possible despite how little room there was already.

"Don't tell me your legs have given out on you already. Last night, they were insatiable," Erok boomed, reaching down and painfully yanking Marc to his feet by his tail.

"S-sorry," he said as he pulled his tail back up to his chest and nursed the spot where Erok had grabbed. When the cell door behind them slammed shut again, Marc knew this was going to be a rough day.

The crowd of prisoners shifted and pushed their way into the cafeteria. The smell of rust and body oder was inescapable. Some of the creatures reeked of mildew and decay, while others somehow managed to smell rather sweet and pleasant. Marc followed the flow of flesh as it poured into the room.

The cafeteria had a low ceiling for the drake, probably just under 3 meters tall, causing him to unconsciously duck his head. Erok made no such effort. The top of his head nearly scraped along the expanded metal sheeting above him. Whenever a truss supporting the ceiling got in the way, he ducked his head just enough to miss it... indicating he had been here for a long time, and knew this room as well as he knew his cell. Erok was by no means the tallest prisoner either. Several long, skinny, insect-like creatures were forced to walk on all their limbs in order to get inside. For that alone, Marc was grateful of his relatively short stature.

Above, several Tarsi guards patrolled, able to keep an eye on their guests through the holes in the expanded metal. Where they walked was completely dark, their feline eyes served them well in low light environments. The only indicator of how many were above them watching was by counting listening to the number of boot steps. However, the Tarsi were also more than able to sneak quietly enough to not be heard in even the most obtrusive armor.

None of that mattered to Marc at the moment. The smell of food suddenly hit him square on. He became acutely aware of exactly how long it had been since his last meal. His stomach had probably shrunken considerably since, but he still felt he could easily eat half his weight. Food became the only thing that mattered. The drake tried weakly to push his way through the other prisoners, but when he tried to get past a four-armed creature, he was instead treated to a solid punch to the gut.

Marc went down to his knees and his vision dimmed. The steel arms of Erok grabbed him by the arms and lifted him back to his feet. The fearsome jaws slid dangerously close to his ears and whispered, "There are some things even I can't protect you from. Food is one." His head then pulled back to a safer position and boomed, "Next time you won't be so lucky." And with a shove, forced Marc against one of the walls and into the queue.

The line moved quickly enough, tracing the outside of the room for a quarter of the way before jutting out into the center. Marc then noticed that the room was separated into quarters, and it wasn't hard to see why. Strict carnivores were set in one, herbivores in another, omnivores seemed to congregate in the third (though Marc did see the occasional one in the other two), and specialty diets in the last quarter. Once in the center of the room, the queue started to disperse to the necessary sections. Each creature walked, slithered, or slimed their way to a line of trays with portioned hollows would emerge from a conveyor belt that disappeared behind a grate.

When it was Marc's turn at the center of the room, he shot a look to Erok. The shark said nothing, but nodded his head in the direction of the omnivore quarter. Nervously, the drake stepped forward into the much shorter line for his food. He glanced back at Erok and the shark gave him a clear stay-out-of-trouble look with one blood red eye. Marc could feel his heart in his throat, pounding away. He was on his own for the moment.

He stood behind a fellow reptilian creature (or figured he was such, anyways), and figured it was best to mime his actions for the next few minutes. Marc collected his tray and tried to casually watch, but wasn't subtle enough. The creature turned at him and hissed, revealing three rows of dagger-like teeth, many of which looked broken. It then yelled what could have only been a slur of some kind Marc had never heard, then went back to his task at hand. Marc was taken aback, but gave the thing it's space. The creature walked up to a nozzle with a label written in Tarsi, placed his tray up to it, pulled a corroded lever, and watched at a mulch of meat and vegetables slopped out.

Marc suddenly no longer felt hungry.

His eyes shot around the room to the other vending points. The herbivores seemed to have a vegetable and fruit slop, while the carnivores looked to have large cakes of solid meat being cut from a tube. The specialty corner had a wide array of different nozzles, all unlabeled, yet each critter seemed to know which one served what.

Something slashed at his back from behind, causing Marc to yelp. He turned sharply to see his attacker. It was a small arachnoid. It tittered something that the translator couldn't seem to handle and pushed at him. The inmates behind him looked rather irritated as well (at least the ones that he could read their emotions on), and the drake felt flustered as he realized that he was holding up the line. He turned back the one nozzle, swallowed the bile building up in his throat and unloaded the sludge onto his tray. He filled it as much as he think he could handle and moved on. He collected some kind of plastic spatula-spoon from another dispenser and timidly looked for a place to sit.

Each quarter had plenty of table space, but definitely not enough seats to accommodate. Whether they were originally built for larger creatures, or salvaged from some cruiser, it made no matter. Marc stood there, awkward and naked waiting for a seat. At several points a seat freed up, but was immediately stolen by another. After several minutes of waiting, Marc decided that he could crouch by in one of the chair-less sections. He found one in a quiet corner, but before he could place his tray, a leathery hand gripped his forearm and stopped him. Marc felt his jaw lock up, ready to get hit another time. Instead he was met with a mammalian face, some kind of light-furred ape, just under 2 meters tall but still clearly strong in its upper body. Instead of showing rage or anger, it showed an understanding. The ape let go, and held up his hands to tell Marc to pause. It then reached with both hands and grabbed its tray. The creature strained and flexed his muscles, trying to remove it's messy tray from the table, to no avail. It then let the tray go and pointed to the whole table. Now, Marc understood. The table was magnetized. The less things the prisoners could use as weapons, the better.

Marc bowed his head to the ape to show thanks and received a grunt in return. By then, the demand for seats was dwindling, and he was able to secure a seat. Sure enough, the moment the drake brought the tray close the the surface, it shot down and hit the table with a bang. The impact sent bits of the slop for several feet around him. Marc was thankful nothing hit anyone and resolved to be more careful next time.

He took a large spoonful and instinctively smelled it. It actually didn't smell all that bad, but experience told him that just because it smelled okay didn't necessarily mean it would taste good. His glance shot to Erok, who was on the completely opposite end of the cafeteria. He was holding a meat cake in each hand, taking turns scarfing each one in his mouth. His teeth were making small work of the meat. The massive jaws taking chunks the size of Marc's neck as if was bread. A mix of blood and grease ran down his cheeks, and small chunks dripped onto the unfortunate soul sitting next to him. Marc looked back at his spoonful and sighed, shoving it deep into his mouth and swallowing before his brain processed the taste. While not the most horrific thing he had ever eaten, it could have been far worse. He did feel somewhat relieved until he looked down at his remaining slop to find a small insect crawling through it.

Marc decided one spoonful was enough for the day.

He dropped his spoon into the slop and started to stand, only to have a heavy hand clamp down onto his shoulder and force him back in his seat. Marc's initial thought was that hand belonged to Erok, but quickly realized he was wrong when he saw the hand was covered in smooth red scales. Marc felt his one spoonful already climbing to the back of his mouth as he turned his head enough to see to yellow eyes with razor thin slits staring right into his blue eyes.

"I don't think weeee've been introducccced." The eyes seemed to speak.

Like warm velvet, the voice pulled him in like a blanket. Marc noticed that he had already spun around in his chair. He could feel a single claw lightly drifting up his neck to his chin. It was the most wonderful sensation he had ever felt. Something deep inside him said something was wrong, but the voice within him was so quiet and muffled. The eyes danced in front of him and Marc's head sluggishly followed.

"What'sss your name, little green thing?"

"Muh... Marc. My name is Marc."

A tongue darted and tasted his lips. It tickled. He hated it, but wanted it so badly. The drake tried desperately to remember where he was, but the world had faded to black, save for the lovely eyes in front of him.

"My, my... such a cute name for ssssuch a cute thing. Hasss no one claimed that sweet assssss of yours?"

The voice inside him seemed to grow louder, and Marc strained to listen, but it was garbled. He knew it was something important... something someone had told him. He paused, and the yellow eyes narrowed. "Well...?" the said insistently. Marc could feel the words in his throat, they wanted to come out so badly. His chest heaved and his neck tightened. It felt as though his throat was being penetrated by words in his throat. If he opened his mouth, the pleasure he'd feel would be so great, it might as well have been an orgasm.

The voice inside him screamed louder, so Marc bit his lip to keep from spilling his verbal load for just a little longer. The pressure in his throat seem to want to explode. The orgasmic tide of words ready to spill at the slightest crack.

"I sssee that you're enjoying thisss. Let's make it a little eeeeaasier."

A hand grabbed his cock and squeezed. Marc's mouth opened and a moan filled the air.

"Ah, yes... you do like that. Now, anssswer my question and you'll feel that again."

The voice inside was now gone, replaced by the need for a real release.

"Have. You. Been. Claimed?" The voice demanded, squeezing his cock again.

Marc's mouth opened, but before a single syllable came flying out, an iron fist struck him across the jaw.

The world came flooding back as Marc tumbled to the floor. The world was back, but it was spinning. He looked up to see Erok standing above him, panting. I screwed up, didn't I? He thought to himself, thinking that Erok was angry with him.

"Mess with my toy again, I'll tear you in little pieces with my teeth." Erok bellowed.

Marc's eyes tried to settle on who he was yelling at, and finally noticed the scalie pile of coils not 3 meters from him. The deep red scales almost sparkled in the dingy light of the cafeteria. Patterned with red and black diamonds all along its backside, the colors seemed to undulate hypnotically. The end to which Erok was rebuking was humanoid torso with a large cobra hood concealing its face in shadow. The inside of the hood bore a large yellow spot on each side. Its yellow eyes was the only visible feature on its face. The more Marc concentrated on the face, the more he realized that face wasn't just in shadow, the scales seemed to actually be that black -- as if light didn't reflect off of them.

"Erok... I didn't think thisss was yours. My... apologiesss."

Marc couldn't tell if it even had a mouth to move. Could it be speaking telepathically? He thought. Marc's gut turned over. His face pounded and Marc looked down and saw that he was fully erect. Precum and cloacal fluid was flowing freely. The cobra did manage to get him fully aroused... just by looking at him and asking a question. The thought terrified him.

"Tetriak, you're full of shit, and I'll see you choke on it." Erok snarled.

A loud electronic tone played over the speakers.

"Ah. Ah. You may be right, Errrok. But that will not be today." Tetriak teased as he slithered off. "Be sure to give your plaything lots of kissssses for me."

At first it looked as though Erok was going to give chase, but he looked down at Marc and decided otherwise. The last thing Marc remembered before his eyes rolled to the back of his head was vomiting his spoonful of sludge all over himself and a small bolt on the floor as his face hit it as he passed out.

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By the time he woke up, his jaw was nearly swollen shut. His eyes were still closed, but he reached up and touched the tender spots and let out a soft whimper.

"Shhh... try to sleep." The voice was so soft, he could barely hear it.

What he could hear was a heartbeat, one that was not his own. Once his ears found it, it was all he could hear. His face was pressed against something that was both hard and soft, and when the sound of great lungs filling with air, he instantly knew where he was.

His eyes opened to just mere slits. He was back in his cell, but he was in the shadowed corner. He felt so warm, just as he did when Tetriak was looking at him, but this warmth was real. Erok's arms were wrapped tenderly around him, holding him close to his chest. Marc was in the fetal position and felt so incredibly small. He took in a long stuttered breath through his nose, and noticed he smelled clean. The drake looked down at himself and noticed Erok had cleaned him while he was out... but he was still painfully erect. And to make matters worse --

"Erok... I'm sorry."

"Shh.. Nonsense. Tetriak is a bad guy. I didn't think he'd have had the stones to do that."

Marc felt his face burn and his jaw ached. His eyes shut on their own accord, and he could feel sleep tugging at his tail.

"No... not that."

"What then?"

"I think I came on you."

Erok's chuckle felt miles away, but before he was lost to sleep Marc was able to hear, "It's okay. It'll give me something to think about when I..."