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--A Note From The Author--

This is my first yiff. I'd like to think my skills as an author are at least competent. The biggest problem I encountered was getting this proofread. I don't have too many author friends in the furry community, so I'm hoping that by posting this on Yiffstar, I can make more.

-Francis R. Valeros, aka. CryptoQuick

Aeretus Dragon

Chapter 1

"Yes, he is of strain one-one-eight of his species. As you know, a very good generation, and rare in this locale." A panda consulted a full, ill-gotten dossier, in one paw while holding his thin, stylish phone in the other. "I've sent you his picture now. You have it? What do you think? Quite handsome isn't he?" The panda's hard grin just barely wavered. "Of course, of course. He graduated from Tranquility with top honors, and was loyal to us throughout Aeretus's Syracuse incident. He's always very eager to please." He chuckled. "You think he's the one, eh? Should I go ahead and make things permanent? Well, sir, that's the only way he'd go." He set down the dossier to pick up a card, his countenance one of sadistic glee. "I'm sending the number to you now... Oh, yes, of course. His contract will be signed over shortly after the funds have been transferred. Oh, the pleasure is mine."

"Tatsu, could you please come to my office?" The head of Aeretus human resources, a plump panda with the traditional black markings around the eyes, who unlike most other pandas his age, had avoided the trendy flame red markings developed by a rival company.

Tatsu had just come back from a long morning of directing the installation of a bioreactor in the Aeretus manufacturing facility at the edge of Hellas Planitia. He was very tired, hadn't eaten, and was relieved to see the panda since he couldn't find his manager, who he wanted to ask for the rest of the day off. The young wingless western dragon quickly placed his large black duffel bag into the door of his office, failing to notice two boxes full of his belongings sitting on an empty desk, and rushed off to see the professional panda.

"Tatsu H. Blaire," the panda started, using the full name as listing in his company profile, "I must make this very clear-- You have been a most loyal employee of Aeretus for six years, during which people have stolen trade secrets and attempted to usurp control of the corporation from the Aerie family."

Young Tatsu smiled, his pride swelled as his loyalty has appreciated.

"You are also the most knowledgeable person in this portion of the company on practical longevity-oriented retroviral and bacterial production,"

The dragon smiled. Something big was happening.

"But, it is with great sadness we have been asked to let you go."

Tatsu's smile never left his face until he took a deep breath and let it out very slowly, looking at a clock above the other's head. This amused the panda, but did not show it. He kept himself looking appropriately solemn. Once the relaxation technique was done, the dragon locked eyes.

"Where will I be going? Back to earth?"

The panda broke eye contact. "That is not part of my jurisdiction, however, I can tell you that you will go on one last call. To tie up loose ends." The panda smiled, remarking on how easy that went.

Tatsu walked back into his office, noting with mild surprise the two boxes on his desk. Disgusted, he shouldered his duffel, stacked the boxes into his arms and left quickly, ignoring the shame he felt from his co-workers. What had he done?

He was in a daze as he drove to the address he had been given. His thoughts centered on his future. He hadn't been told what he was supposed to do, hell, he didn't even know if he had been laid off. Of course, there was no question that he would serve his company in this one last task. His navigation computer directed his company-owned Subaru, with oversized, underinflated tires and floodlamps. It wasn't really made for use outside the biologically constructed dome that kept their atmosphere, and in a pinch, the vehicle would be passed up for more trustworthy ones.

A pedestal with a button and camera stood next to the closed gate. He pressed the button, which then triggered a disembodied voice from a grating. "State your name and business."

The tall dragon bent down to look at the camera. "Tatsu Blaire, Aeretus biotechnology professional." The gate quickly pulled inside the flagstone wall surrounding the estate.

Admiring the aspen forest around rustic estate, a jewel in the midst of a dustbowl, Tatsu slowly walked up to the front doors, swishing his tail tentatively.

Two locks clicked open revealing a distinguished older wingless western dragon. Tatsu was surprised; he looked very similar to himself. They both had smooth matte scales along their backs, short fur on their stomachs, and were shirtless letting their large soft quills run freely down their spines. Tatsu pulled the professional look off quite well with a striped tie and slacks, while the other looked casual in his tight-fitting jeans. The younger dragon's skin was a midnight blue, and the other's was slate gray. Their eyes were both yellow, but the elder's were flecked with gold, while the younger dragon's irises were green in the center and became yellower the farther from the slitted pupils. Despite their age, the younger dragon's muscles were lean and the other's were well developed and showed through their owner's jeans. The older dragon smiled invitingly.

"Please come in, Tatsu." The larger dragon slowly stroked a large clawed hand down Tatsu's back, flattening the wet quills momentarily. Tatsu glanced at him but quickly looked away, not bothering to shake the quills back into position for fear of appearing rude.

"Er- You have a very nice place, sir. I assume you are an investor? Aeretus has been on the forefront of personal longevity research longer than any other company, and you have made a very wise decision in choosing Aeretus." Tatsu blurted, as if from memory, thrusting an open brochure towards the older dragon. Getting no reaction from this formidable dragon other than a bemused smile, his young eager eyes searched those of the larger, older dragon, wondering what the hell was going on.

"Tatsu, my name is Soren Atkinson." He took the catalog out of the Tatsu's grasp with one clawed hand while using the other to take the newly freed hand. "Come, you look hungry." One tried to lead the other out of the foyer and towards a dining area but the younger dragon held still.

Tatsu was a little shaken up. "Look, sir, do you need a consultation or not?"

"I have invested in Aeretus already, Tatsu." He wore another bemused smile, still holding on to Tatsu in a firm grip.

"Then would you like an update in our current research projects, sir?"

"No, Tatsu. I keep myself informed."

"In that case, I can provide no services to you as an Aeretus biotechnology professional and I must take my leave of you." He made a move towards the entrance but was quickly blocked by the larger dragon.

"That's true, you can't provide any services to me as a professional," he grinned and continued, "And about Aeretus, if you'll sit down with me, I can explain what's happened to you." Tatsu lost his impetus, visibly sank, but his eyes never wavered. An awkward silence settled as they studied each other once again, Soren with his creepy smile, and the wary and upset Tatsu. Soren let go of the other dragon.

"Tatsu, again, please come into the dining room, and I'll explain."

Soren led the other out of the foyer and into a high-ceilinged room with a locally manufactured plate-glass table that stretched to the ends of the room. They sat at the end of the table, on opposite sides, Tatsu with his hands on his knees, Soren folding his hands on the table.

"Before I speak of Aeretus, Tatsu, why did you come here as a colonist?"

"I don't see what this has to do with you, and I don't appreciate your holding me here against my will."

"I'm sorry if I was rough with you, but if you leave, things for me will be much more difficult. Please, heed an old man."

The young dragon stared at Soren, trying to get a grip on the situation.

"I'm sorry if you think I can help, but I'm an engineer--"

"You're more than an engineer, Tatsu. Have you ever looked at yourself in any other way than a loyal part of Aeretus?"

"Of course! But I enjoy my work, and Aeretus has been very kind to me, and..."

"When were you born? Were you born before the U.N. passed the Single Child Convention?" He already knew the answer, as the controversial law that prohibited the conception of more than one child to a family was passed only a decade ago.

Tatsu stared incredulously, mouth agape. Soren went on.

"How many siblings did you have, Tatsu?" He waited for an answer, boring into the young dragon with his draconian eyes.

"I was the middle of five." He said evenly.

"Do you feel that you got enough attention as a child? Were you given individuality?"

"I have very good parents!" He applied his relaxation technique, looking up, breathing in, and slowly letting out. Soren allowed this.

"Tatsu... Look at me. Why are you a corporate lackey? Why aren't you in the research department, where you truly belong-- Where you can paint the genome with your codons of life?"

The young dragon was having difficulty keeping his emotions suppressed. He stood up. "I am not a corporate lackey! Why am I really here!?"

"You left everyone behind on earth. You don't have any real relationships. No one to make you feel special," Soren stood, leaning on the table so he could get closer to the young dragon. "No one to make you feel like the individual that you are."

"Tell me why I'm here!"

"I saw you, Tatsu. I understood your situation, as I was in your very same place at one time. I worked the corporate empire for nearly half my life, and the result today is what you see before you." He pointed a finger towards a painting on the wall, depicting the mansion. "I don't want you to feel the emptiness I feel."

Tatsu looked at the other dragon levelly, speaking in a tight, controlled voice. "I don't feel empty, I have a great future ahead of me and I was quite satisfied with my job," his voice wavered. "Until today." He lost control of his voice and stared the other down. "Today I was fired! For no fucking reason! And the last thing my company asked of me was to come here, only to listen to your shit!" He was spitting, snarling, furious.

What happened, happened quickly. The young dragon leapt onto the glass table and tackled the older dragon, only to fly off when punched in the gut, and flopped onto the hard floor. The larger dragon, still standing, took his chance to pounce onto Tatsu, holding his limbs to the ground.

Tatsu was drawing quick breaths. "You had something to do with my dismissal!" He shouted into the other's face, even though they were inches apart. He struggled to get out from underneath the gray dragon.

"I bought your contract. You work for me now!" The struggle stopped, but Tatsu remained tense. He laid his head on the floor and stared at the ceiling, letting out a long sigh.

"What do you want of me?" He said to the air.

"Well, considering it's your first day on the job, I will now give you an orientation."

Soren pulled to the side, letting his claws trail down Tatsu's stomach, leaving tracks in the short fur, stopping at the hem of his pants. He looked at the other, gauging his reaction. Tatsu was leaning his head forward, his mouth agape, shocked by what was happening. The larger dragon moved his hands back up to Tatsu's face, caressing his cheek. Tatsu was panting, looked first at the claw, then to the stronger dragon. Soren eased his head over, locking his lips with Tatsu's, exploring him. The young dragon kept his eyes wide open, his sharp breaths from his nostrils now growing harsher as his muzzle was occupied. He wrenched away from Soren, breaking the kiss. He stood up.

"Soren, I'm really confused, and I..."

The older dragon was looking up from his position on the floor.

"Tatsu... You're a beautiful dragon. I want to make you feel loved." He swished his tail.

"Uh--" Tatsu's breath caught.

Soren got up and slowly went for Tatsu's arm. He didn't resist. They walked up a grand staircase and into Soren's large bedroom decorated in a minimalist style. A bed twice the size of Tatsu's own was the focal point, in the center of the room. It was plain and modern, with linens of differing shades of navy. To the left of the entrance was a bay window that took up the whole wall, overlooking a forest of aspens, and to the right an equal amount of space was reserved for a large modern stainless steel and glass bookcase. The bed sat nearer to the bay window, leaving space for a white rug, on which rested a coffee table and three reading chairs.

"Tatsu, would you like to lie down? Don't worry, I won't do anything you don't want me to." Soren said this softly, trying to look disarming, but despite his efforts he got a surprised stare. Soren grinned and pushed the younger dragon onto the bed leaning over him, the other careful to move his tail out of the way, lest it be hurt.

"Have you ever been inside someone before?" The older dragon asked in his forward manner.

Tatsu shook his head, his eyes betraying a need, but also a cautious fear.

"You mean you're a virgin?" He scoffed. That's getting more common these days, he thought.

The young dragon looked up at him with a sheepish expression. He said nothing.

Soren gripped the other dragon by the sides and deftly rolled over, carrying Tatsu into a dominant position. He licked at the other's neck, and whispered, "Do what you want." Tatsu reached down between them and clumsily tried to unzip his slacks, putting his weight onto Soren, who chuckled and stopped him, pushing him onto his side. As they unzipped and pushed their pants down a little, their bulges were noticeable.

Eyeing Tatsu's underpants, Soren reached out and grabbed the younger one's inner thigh. Tatsu drew in a sharp breath. "Let me see that, Tatsu." He pulled Tatsu towards his face, motioning him to sit at the base of his long neck. Soren grasped the boxers carefully with his front teeth, and ripped them away with his powerful jaw. He removed them with his claws and examined his work.

Tatsu was as beautiful there as he was anywhere else. He was about once-and-a-half the length of his hand, measured from the base of the palm to the extended foreclaw, and had the girth of his wrist at the base and at the head. He wasn't fully erect, although he had several large veins running through his dark flesh. Soren took a claw and brushed it along the bottom; it was slightly moist but he ran his finger along it with ease. Tatsu had no knot, and the base had not yet fully extended out of his genital slit. That situation had to be improved.

He grinned and looked up to see how his lover was doing. The other dragon didn't look so well. He wore an expression that marked his wariness at this whole situation-- that he was a bit uncomfortable. His claws lay on the bed. Oh, Tatsu, you need this. With that, he leaned forward and slid his long tongue along the bottom, testing Tatsu's reaction. He jerked slightly, unfamiliar with the sensation. Soren didn't bother to look up again, instead he took it into his mouth in its entirety, from tip to crotch, and slid his tongue along the bottom back and forth, making it swell. After a few moments of this, Tatsu began to breath heavily, putting his claws on Soren's upper back and lower neck. He had lost his inhibitions and was beginning to enjoy this, noted Soren with satisfaction. He switched tactics, wrapping his long tongue around the sizeable girth that belonged to Tatsu. He slid it back and forth, along with his lips around its base, and slowly sped up. Soren had closed his eyes, but could hear the grunts coming from above, could feel his claws digging into his flesh, Soren's hands could feel the younger dragon's thighs tightening, trying not to thrust into the larger dragon's mouth. Soren switched tactics again, sliding the forked tongue along the entire bottom of his lover, into his genital slit. Tatsu's size was equally matched by Soren's tongue, and as he slowly moved this back and forth, Tatsu began to lean onto the larger dragon's neck, his hips tightened around his upper torso, his claws tightened so much they drew blood around his lover's scales, and his breath became forced and ragged, with visible moisture condensing in the air. He made cute whimpering sounds, letting his lover know of his rising need. It was a beautiful sight, the large, sophisticated dragon submitting to the beautiful young dragon in an improbable, but pleasing manner. In a spectacular climax, Tatsu arched his back, threw his head up into the air and roared, very much the primal dragon, letting loose a torrent of dragonseed inside his lover's mouth, dripping out of the corners and down Soren's neck, who tried to swallow it all. Tatsu held for a moment, tears at the corners of his closed eyes, revelling in his senses. After a minute he withdrew from his lover, slid off his neck and moved to his side, cuddling and murring, rubbing his wet heat over Soren's thigh, still panting from his experience. Soren wrapped his arm around his dragon affectionately, content with letting Tatsu sleep with his head on the older dragon's chest. He went to sleep above the comforter, the room warmed by their act. Soren sighed, as he wasn't going to get any release this night, but knew that he was closer to having a mate than he had ever been.

-- To Be Continued --