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Welcome one and all for another wonderful, short tale of erotica! I wrote this for a friend of mine as a gift. Partly because I'm such an amazing, indispensable, unforgettable friend, but also because I quite enjoyed the subject matter.

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"Outstanding motivation and dedication to duty..."

"Next!"

"Afternoon, Corporal." The Marine said as he approached the minuscule window in the wall of the armory and passed his rifle through it after a moment's hesitation. Nalz grabbed the butt stock and pulled it the rest of the way inside. He started inspecting the outside for cleanliness. "Haven't been cleaning that long. Think you're gonna pass inspection?" The PFC waiting on the other side of the wall awkwardly clasped his hands behind his back. "Y-yes, Corporal!"

"Mmhmm, we'll see about that," Nalz said as he slapped the bolt release, slid out the rear take down pin and yanked the bolt carrier group and charging handle out with smooth, practiced precision. He poked his pinky finger into every crevice and nook, searching for any carbon buildup the PFC may have missed. After a minute all he could find were trace amounts in the chamber, barely darkening his finger. Deeming the cleaning sufficient--not bothering to be a dick by using a cotton swab--he quickly reassembled the weapon, CLP'd the barrel to prevent rust, a necessity in the humid environment, and placed it back in the weapons rack where it belonged.

Hundreds of rifles surrounded him in the racks; rows upon rows of weapons with which to wage war and kill his fellow man. Pistols, shotguns, rifles, machine guns of all calibers, sniper rifles big and small. Then there were the optics to assist the slaughter: night vision goggles, thermal and night vision sights, holographic sights, scopes, and laser sights. He had nearly every man-portable weapon in the Corps' modern arsenal and he was their keeper. Weapon maintenance was of the utmost importance in a marine's world. It was his job to ensure each weapon that was used was properly cleaned before being stored. If that meant sending the operator back a dozen times to clean for hours on end, so be it. To think that I'm the nice one, Nalz thought.

Nalz handed the PFC his weapon's cards back and shouted, "Next!" Nobody approached the window hastily enough. "Next!" Nalz wiped his dirty hands on an orange rag and bent down to glance out the window. Nobody to be seen. He shut and locked the small porthole to the outside world and, with it, the annoyingly hot, humid air that had been pouring into his air conditioned cage of a workspace. "Finally," Nalz sighed as he checked his watch. "Damn, late again. Go to chow!" Several "Aye-aye Corporal's" came from various parts of the armory. Soon five junior marines quickly passed and behind them the door to the outside world, and freedom, slammed shut. He was alone in his kingdom-or jail-depending on one's point of view.

The old, beaten office chair, probably pilfered from the dumpster behind the battalion building because it was no longer good enough for an officer's ass, creaked in protest when Nalz dropped into it. One of the legs screeched across the cement floor when he scooted within range of the speakers on the desk next to him. He turned the volume knob to a respectable level and soothing metal music filled his ears. With a sigh, he leaned back and the chair reclined as he closed his eyes. At the exact moment he felt relaxed the window buzzer wailed mournfully, as if regretful of its annoyance. "Motherfucker!"

Nalz jumped out of the chair, forehead creasing with the power of his scowl. He hoped that whoever had interrupted his nap was a lower rank so he could yell at them for being so rude. Hot air flooded through the window when he threw it open. Bending to peer through the window, he saw the black chevrons of a Lance Corporal and, before he saw who it was, growled, "What!"

"Uh, s-sorry I'm late, Corporal!" The short male stuttered. Nalz recognized the voice as soon as he saw who it belonged to. He grinned mischievously.

"Well, well, look who interrupted my chow time nap." Nalz put his elbows on the windowsill. His grin turned malicious when the other marine became nervous.

"I'm sorry, Corporal. I had to-"

"Yes, I'm sure you have plenty of excuses, Koda. Save 'em." Nalz snapped, tail dancing in irritation behind him. He looked over the rifle Koda held at port arms. "Is your shit clean?"

"N-no, Corporal."

"Of course not."

"I was, uh, actually going to ask one of the armorers if they would clean it for me if I paid them..." Koda trailed off when it didn't seem like Nalz was going to show him any sympathy.

"And who said we even do that sort of thing?"

"Nobody, I've just heard that-" Nalz jerked his snout to the side dismissively and cut him off.

"Why should I help you out?"

Koda shifted uncomfortably and looked away, nervous. Nalz kept his expression stoic and didn't turn his gaze from the marine's face, but what the marine couldn't tell was that he was quite enjoying himself. Nalz found the ottsel's nervous demeanor endearing and that thought gave him a naughty idea. He'd seen and talked to Koda a few times in group conversation at bars and around base the past few months. The way Koda acted around Nalz gave him the feeling that the unassuming Lance's cursory glances were more than innocent, which was why he was willing to risk seeing if that assumption held some truth.

"My staff sergeant wants me back at the shop ASAP for work that I have to finish before I can go home, and I have plans for the weekend that hinge on me leaving work on time today." The tip of the ottsel's tail twitched as he waited for a response.

"Hmm," Nalz started, tapping his chin with a claw for a few moments, "Okay."

"Seriously?" Koda's ears perked and he grinned. "Oh man, thank you, Corporal!"

"But," Koda's ears drooped, his excitement extinguished.

"But?"

"Yes, but, I need you to come inside. I don't want anybody to see this transaction."

"Oh, okay. Sure."

Nalz closed the window and went to the door that exited to the outside world or, inversely, welcomed you into a gun filled prison. When the heavy steel door opened, Koda walked into the armory's cool, air conditioned clutches and removed his cover upon crossing the threshold. This was made certain by the clang of the door closing and locking behind him. Nalz put out his hand for Koda's rifle and he made sure it was clear before handing it over. Nalz did his own check before sending the bolt home and leaning the rifle up against the podium next to the door. Two green-covered logbooks, pens and other miscellanea called the podium's surface home. "I have to search you before you can come any further. Empty your pockets and put everything in your cover."

Koda obediently put the contents of his pockets in his cover and handed it to Nalz, who put it on a shelf out of the way. Nalz moved behind the ottsel. "Spread your feet apart and hold your arms out, parallel to the deck. Good, now stand still." The lizard smirked to himself as Koda assumed the vulnerable position. If a person entering the armory was not on the access roster it is standard procedure to search them; however, standard procedure was just a simple pat down. Nalz felt that Koda needed something a little more thorough.

The other marines wouldn't be back for another forty-five minutes, so Nalz planned on taking his time. He started with Koda's arms, squeezing and sliding two hands gently around one of his arms to feel for anything that shouldn't be there. All he found was toned muscle. "My rate is normally thirty bucks to clean a range rifle." Nalz was close enough that Koda could feel his warm breath on his neck, making his fur stand on end.

The lizard's proximity made him a little uncomfortable; at the same time it gave him a small thrill. He had noticed how Nalz's form fitting green shirt did a wonderful job putting the lizard's solid, strong chest on display. Thirty dollars seemed a bit steep just to clean a rifle, but he needed it done or his weekend would be over before it even started. "O-okay."

When he finished with the ottsel's arms, he moved down to his legs, starting at is boots and patting his way up, up his slender calves to his solid thighs, making sure to squeeze them a little harder than necessary. Koda noticed how the search slowed upon reaching his thighs, receiving more attention than he thought strictly necessary. He jumped, but made no noise, when he felt fingertips brush his balls faintly through his trousers. Must have been an accident, he thought uncertainly, too embarrassed that he had twitched to voice his concern.

Nalz was smiling unabashedly, unbeknown to Koda that touching him had been quite on purpose. He stood and slid all four hands slowly down Koda's unprotected sides and then his back. What he was about to do next would determine how open the junior marine was going to be to any further advances, but still enough a part of a detailed search that he could play it off and apologize, should Koda protest. Here goes nothing, Nalz thought as he put his hands on Koda's rump and squeezed just enough to feel how tense it was.

Koda jerked his arms down and jumped forward, away from Nalz's touch. "Hey! What are you-?"

"Stop!" Nalz commanded and Koda froze, instantly, in place. "Don't move. I'm not done yet. Sorry, I should have warned you first." Koda didn't think Nalz sounded apologetic at all.

"Yes, Corporal," He wasn't sure why he listened. He knew he should have walked out right then. Instead, he stood in place as ordered and put his arms back up. Was it because of Nalz's commanding tone and all the training to listen to authority without question, or was it fear? Or, perhaps, was it because he liked it?

He found Nalz attractive when he'd seen and talked to him in the past. The way he carried himself was confident without also being arrogant. Maybe the strangely thorough pat down wasn't so bad. He gasped softly when Nalz's chest pressed against his back and felt his thighs press against his butt. The lizard's four hands starting searching his chest, moving unlike any search pattern he'd ever been taught in training, turning in slow, smooth circles, up and down. "Uh, Corporal..."

"Hush, boy," Nalz said firmly.

The lizard smoothly dropped his lower hands from the ottsel's belly to grope his crotch. Koda's body went stiff as a board in his arms, but didn't utter any protest. Nalz's upper hands slid under his blouse and stroked his sides. Koda closed his eyes when heat enveloped one of his ears and teeth lightly nibbled the top of it. One hand tugged his skivvy shirt up and easily slipped beyond the waist of his trousers. He bit his lip when the hand pressed against his sheath through his underwear. It was embarrassing how easily turned on he was by the corporal's touch, but it was deceptively gentle; surprising after his commanding tone and authoritative demeanor.

"Corporal, we can't do this here." Koda protested when a thumb hooked into the waistband of his underwear and tugged down on it. He was considering all the ways they could get into serious trouble. Getting promoted required not getting caught and punished.

"Hmm, you're right." Nalz said and stopped groping the ottsel. Koda relaxed with the corporal listening to reason, until Nalz began pushing him in a direction that led deeper into the armory. This, of course, was not what he'd meant by his protest. He tried to stop, but the stronger lizard was having none of it.

Koda found himself in the back of the armory, past the racks upon racks of M16's and M4's, past the crew served weapons and bent over a desk layered in paperwork. Nalz's hips pressed tight against his rump and his weight held him down against the desktop. He tried to move his arms and found they were pinned tight to his sides. Heat flowed into his cheeks at being held in such a compromising position, but what concerned him more was what the lizard was planning to do with him.

The answer came with the hot breath tickling his ear.

"Now, if you do what I tell you, like a good little lance corporal, I'll waive that thirty dollar fee I mentioned earlier," Nalz's voice was thick, flowing into his ear, punctuated by a soft buck against his rump. The reptile didn't have to say what he meant for him to have a very clear understanding. "Are you going to be a good marine?"

"Yes, Corporal," Koda said after a moment of hesitation. His embarrassment and trepidation didn't seem to bother his eagerly growing erection. Having his butt and his crotch groped, with four hands at once, only made his dick happier. Nalz chuckled as the ottsel whined beneath him and squeezed the poor boy one more time before standing.

Nalz sat in the crappy chair he'd been occupying before Koda's interruption. The ottsel slowly stood from the table and turned around, hands clasped in front to conceal his tented trousers. He only met Nalz's gaze for a moment and looked away. Nalz spread his legs and leaned on the armrest with his head in his hand, examining Koda like he was a recently acquired toy.

"Lose the blouse." Nalz commanded the junior marine, crossing his lower pair of arms across his stomach. Koda hesitated, at first, but complied when the NCO's eyes narrowed dangerously. He unbuttoned, removed and folded the article, placing it on the desk behind him. Nalz made a low sound of appreciation for the ottsel's lean form beneath the fitted, olive drab undershirt.

"Now, I'm not an NCO that abuses his rank. In fact, I'd say my marines find me quite enjoyable to work for," Nalz paused, steepling his upper hands under his chin. He looked Koda over once more before continuing, "You know where this situation is leading, correct?"

"I'm not sure what you mean." Koda said with a renewed blush, giving his fib away. Nalz cast him a doubting stare. "Y-yes, Corporal, I do."

"Good. I wouldn't want there to be any sort of misunderstanding. Now, get on your knees, boy."

"What?" Koda squeaked.

"Did I fucking stutter?" Nalz growled, leaning forward. Koda opened and closed his mouth. "No, Corporal."

Nalz settled back into the chair and adjusted his trousers. His tight skivvy shirt clearly displayed his muscular frame to the ottsel, who didn't mind the eye candy one bit. Koda knelt between Nalz's spread legs but kept his hands in his lap and made no indication that he was going to move. He tried not to stare straight into Nalz's crotch; not wanting to meet the lizard's gaze, there was little choice.

"I think you know what to do next," Nalz prompted.

"I'm not sure I do." Koda lied. Nalz chuckled darkly and slid a hand through the ottsel's head fur.

"Want to play that game, do you?" Don't worry, I've got you," Nalz ruffled Koda's short hair and smirked, "Put that smart mouth of yours to good use and suck my dick like the good little Lance Corporal you are."

Koda felt his face grow hot at the Corporal's blunt order. To his credit, he showed very little trepidation before setting to work on his assigned task. The Marine Corps' standard issue desert camouflage trousers were held closed by a series of easily undone buttons, and Koda showed a high level of proficiency with how quickly he managed to get all four free. Black, scale-tight boxer briefs greeted him when he pulled the fly open. They nearly matched Nalz's dark gray scales. A bulge--smaller than Koda was expecting--showed against the alluring undergarment; he wouldn't mind seeing the corporal in nothing but his undies, he had to admit.

"You look confused--no--disappointed, boy," Nalz said teasingly.

"No, Corporal."

"Don't worry, you won't be," Nalz growled amorously, stroking Koda's cheek with his thumb.

The ottsel nodded in embarrassment and went in head first. He pressed his nose against the lizard's bulge and nuzzled it affectionately, taking slow, deep inhalations of his heady musk. He could feel a slight dampness on his nose he wasn't expecting. The bulge had grown due to his diligent nuzzling and he wanted to greet the organ that was causing it. He wanted to pull Nalz's trousers down for easier access, but found his attempt blocked due to the holster and pistol strapped to the reptile's thigh. He knew he would just have to make due.

Koda hooked his index fingers under the waistband of Nalz's boxers and slowly pulled them down. Nalz's half-erect length flopped free onto his smooth, scaled abdomen unrestrained. He admired the deep bluish-purple hue of it. A dull sheen reflected the overhead lighting. Pre-lubed, Koda thought with a smirk. He assumed it was already that way from being tucked neatly away in its slit when not in use; although, he was slightly disappointed by the lack of dangling testicles to play with.

Hesitantly, Koda ran his tongue from Nalz's slit to the tip of his length. He smiled at the near instant response it showed to the attention, growing thicker and longer. When he stopped repeating the motion and Nalz's dick stopped growing, he paused to appreciate its uniqueness. The base, just beyond the lips of his slit, was skinny compared to the thick shaft it enlarged into, getting slightly thicker by the middle before thinning and tapering smoothly into the head. The tip wasn't flat, but it was leveled to a small peak. Koda figured it to be over six inches. Not too large or small. Nalz reminded Koda of what he was supposed to be doing by taking hold of his length and pointing it in the direction of the ottsel's muzzle. "Suck it, boy."

Koda didn't respond, preferring to simply do as he was told. He closed his lips around the head of the reptile's cock and wrapped one hand around the thick and skinny parts of the base. His other hand had to stay put, holding the elastic of Nalz's boxers down and out of the way. Licking across the head made the lizard shudder. The shudder was joined by a long, deep sigh as Nalz's cock disappeared into the ottsel's eager muzzle.

Nalz relaxed back into the chair, putting his lower hands on Koda's shoulders and another on top of his head, softly scratching behind one of his ears as his head bobbed slowly. The occasional wet, lewd slurp punctuated the silence of the armory. He could feel the pre being milked from him leaking into Koda's muzzle, only to quickly be licked away. There was just something about watching your cock disappear in such a pleasant manner; that the person performing the magic act was on their knees and being subservient elevated it from a street act to a stage performance.

The reptile gasped and tensed when two fingers slipped gingerly into his slit, just beneath the base of his dick. Koda had stopped due to Nalz's reaction and wore a certain look of worry--commonly worn by those expecting imminent punishment. Instead, Nalz rubbed the ottsel's head affectionately to encourage the behavior. "A fast learner, huh? Keep doing what you just did; rub against the lumps at the bottom. Good boy."

Koda slurped and suckled on the corporal's dick with purpose, blushing for his encouragement and flattery. He explored what little of Nalz's slit he could-up to the second knuckle-and noticed two solid lumps just inside and at the base. Pressing against and rubbing them rewarded him with scratches behind the ears from the reptile. The corporal also seemed to love when he took all of his length into his muzzle, lips against the lips of the lizard's slit. When he slipped his tongue between the supple scales, a strange form of French kissing, the lizard groaned and shuddered, gripping his head.

Nalz readjusted the location of his chair to be closer to the eager lance corporal's muzzle. He put a hand on either side of the ottsel's head and encouraged him to make quicker, shallower strokes. It wouldn't be long until his will to resist couldn't keep up with his ability. He was going to ensure Koda took it all. Nalz prized efficiency, not complicating things more than necessary, and that extended to cleaning up messes. The fur around the ottsel's lips was soaked with saliva, some even dribbling down his chin.

"So eager to please," Nalz cooed and rubbed Koda's throat, claws sliding through his fur. He heard him moan around his thick flesh and tensed. The simple, unexpected vibration set him off. He sat up, every muscle tensing, and pushed Koda's head down until he felt his cool nose squished against the piercing at the top of his slit. There was a moment of silence, his breath held and teeth clenched tight, before the tension melted away, out of his body with the first spurt of cum into the ottsel's throat. At the second burst of cum he released his grip on Koda's head and he quickly pulled back to the tip and stroked the reptile's length, swallowing each successive ejaculation. He didn't stop, or let the corporal's cock free until the spasms ceased and he was left limp and panting in his chair.

Koda sat back on his heels and wiped his muzzle on his arm, satisfied with his handiwork. Nalz lifted his head from the seat back and grinned wearily. He ruffled Koda's head fur. The ottsel smiled shyly. "I think this may be the best lunch break I've taken this year." Koda rubbed his neck and looked away.

Nalz bent forward and grasped the ottsel's chin, forcing him to look at him. Koda glanced at the corporal curiously as his muzzle was pulled in line. His eyes went wide when the reptile's warm, soft lips pressed sweetly to his. He hadn't been expecting this, despite what had just happened. When Nalz made no move to break away he wrapped his arms around the corporal's neck, pulling himself into Nalz's affection. He canted his muzzle, eagerly kissing the reptile, parting his lips and granting permission to Nalz's polite tongue when it requested permission to enter. Part of him was enjoying making out with the corporal more than sucking his dick. Almost.

The kiss had to end eventually; like all good things, it couldn't last forever. Time waits for no man, after all. Nalz tilted his head forward, pressing his nose to Koda's but separating their lips. He lifted an arm and checked his watch over the junior marine's head. "Too bad, looks like lunch is just about over. I haven't even gotten to eat my meal yet," Nalz made his innuendo crystal clear by groping the ottsel's crotch, eliciting a gasp from him. "Get your blouse on, I've got to get you out of here before my marines come back."

"Yes, Corporal."

Koda followed Nalz to the gate. He lifted his arms and spread his legs without prompt. Nalz chuckled and started to pat him down, "You really are a fast learner." This time he didn't jump when the search became unnecessarily thorough. He quite enjoyed feeling the bigger male pressed up against his back and hoped it wouldn't be the last time.

"What are you doing for lunch on Monday, Corporal?"

"Hmm," Nalz rumbled in thought. Koda felt the reptile's teeth against the side of his neck, hot breath displacing his short fur. His breath caught for a moment. Nalz reached around him and opened the front gate, groped the ottsel's ass one last time as he pushed him out of through the hatch. "Hopefully finishing my tasty lunch should it find its way back to my door." Nalz saw his marines approaching through the open outer door. Koda noticed Nalz's distracted gaze and straightened his blouse. Nalz handed the ottsel his cover and belongings quickly. "See you around."

The marines glanced at Koda as he passed them with his head down. Once back in the armory, one said to Nalz, "Working lunch, Corporal? Man, can't even leave us alone during chow time, can they."

"Don't worry, nothing I couldn't handle."