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Drake shivered as he felt the night air brush up against his body and vigorously rubbed his midnight black scaled arms trying to heat himself up. He cursed himself for being so foolish to under take a mission in such a remote place, even if it was a simple one. Kill the Merchant's Guild associate. He could've choose to taken a mission in a warmer and closer place. But no, had to be the most northern place of King Emerald's domain.

"Fucking finally." Drake sighed when he saw the lights of the town off in the distance. It's friendly glow made him grin to himself as he approached it with every step. It wasn't long before he found himself within it's walls and strolling along it's quiet night streets. The tavern he was looking for wasn't far now and it had taken him weeks to ascertain where the associate had taken shelter from his guild. The man had avoided his death for a great deal of time, however it was tonight that he would die. Drake pulled a dagger from his waist band. "I'll make sure of it."

The door of the inn opened slowly and a shadowy figure floated in with a deathly grace. "What can I do you for?" The bartender said with a grin.

The figure hid it's face beneath the shadowy robes. "You can leave now by your own will, or I can remove you."

Martin, who had been sitting grimly upon his stool turned enough to know the purpose of the stranger. He gripped the hilt of dagger that sat beside his shot glass, and awaited an attack.

"How dare you threaten me in my own bar, why I'll--" The bartender stopped talking as he felt the cold bite of a dagger in his neck. His hand moved up and gingerly touched the hilt of the dagger. Blackness started to fill his vision and he crumpled to the ground. Martin's mouth fell open, the figure in the corner of his eyes hadn't even moved to throw the dagger, it seemed to just appear in the man's throat! Martin turned back to his drink knowing that fighting the figure from a far would be fatal.

The figured glided up like an image of death and sat on the stool beside Martin with it's black-scaled tail hanging out.

Martin gulped the last of his shot before speaking. "I know full well what you're here for stranger."

The cold reptilian figure sat calmly and quietly upon the stool.

He shook his head to hide his growing fear. "Do you know what hell will await you? Once you murder a single man in cold blood, your blood lust becomes unquenchable and eventually you'll lose yourself."

The figure sat still.

"Do you even care?!"

The figure turned to him, revealing his piercing green eyes from underneath the veil of his cloak. "No."

"Then you know that I won't make this easy." He started to lift the dagger from the bar.

"You've already done that." The figure appeared to shatter into a million pieces that dissolved as they hit the floor.

"Wh-!" Martin choked as he heard the sound of iron crushing through the bone in his neck. He tried to scream as he saw the dagger's red end erupt from under his chin, but only blood rolled down from his lips.

"Shh." The figure said in a calm voice. A blacken claw, like that of a devil appeared under Martin's vision. It held a delicate Black Rose in its icy grip as it passed under his chin. He couldn't move his head, however he felt the rose's thorns pricking through his clothing as it was placed his pocket. The dagger gave a sharp twist, fully severing Martin's spine. His eyes slowly rolled back into his head as his heart gave one last beat. The figured guided his body to the ground, careful not to crush the black rose that was now speckled with hot blood.

It wasn't long before Drake was again leaving the town in the opposite direction, his robes still whipping around. About a mile out of town, Drake heard an unusual amount of stirring in the forest. He stopped as several robed figures stepped out from the forest.

"Brother Drake," One of them said as they pulled the hood of their robe off their face. It was the human lieutenant of the Assassin's enclave, Lorense. "How did your mission go?"

"Yes, tell us. I'm curious to hear of how your performance was." Drake recognized the deep vibrating voice as Las'ka.

"It was a swift and easy kill. I walked in and stabbed him as he sat with his drink. The rose was placed in his front pocket."

Drake heard a rustle behind him so soft that most would mistake it as the wind. "He lies." A cold reptilian voice said softly.

The group that had gathered around Drake fell to their knees in respect, and Drake turned his head to face the male that had called him a liar. "What do you mean I lied?!" He said to the robed male. "Are you doubting me?"

"Do not take that as an insult, Drake. I followed you to see how well you would do and I'm beyond impressed." He pulled away his hood. Showing his Identity to be that of Sizorran, the red-scaled Arillian that had indoctrinated him into the guild. "In fact all of you should take lessons from him."

"You can't be serious," The lieutenant muttered. "He's just a beginning assassin."

Sizorran deftly walked up to the Lorense and kicked him in the stomach, sending him flailing backwards. "Do not question me! Drake inspired terror in his victim to such a degree that he did not even attempt to run. Lorense, how many of your victims ran?!"

Lorense staggered back up into his kneeling posture. "I'm sorry. I did not mean to question you, sir."

Again, Lorense fell backwards as he felt a sharp crunch from his nose as Sizzoran brought his foot down upon it. "HOW MANY?!"

"Twelve." He whimpered in extreme pain.

"Twelve!" Sizorran said loudly to the entire group. "Drake managed to bring him down with his dagger alone. You make me sick Lorense that you would talk to me in such a way. Drake was able to show both respect and power with his kill. He would be a better serving Lieutenant. "

Several of the members of the group gasped-- it had taken Lorense five years to become a Lieutenant. Lorense looked up with disgust, "You can't be serious! I worked my ass off to get this."

Sizorran started to reach for his dagger however he decided it would look better to his superiors if Lorense died while on a mission. "I am serious." He growled. "You are demoted to a grunt again. Drake--" He turned towards him. "I would be honored if you would be my lieutenant."

Drake nodded with a smile. "Of, Course, sir."

"Come now, let us return to the sanctuary," Sizorran motioned him and the group to follow.

Drake followed behind Sizorran with the respect a Lieutenant should give his commander. Sizorran was a powerful ally and equally powerful wizard among the Assassin's Enclave and the fact that he had sought out Drake in the first place was an extraordinary event that was talked about for days. The hideout wasn't far from the trail, to a passerby it would appear to be a large bush with thick ivy around it, however hidden beneath the Ivy was a small trap door that could only fit a single person at a time. After a few flights of steps they arrived to what seemed to be an underground tavern.

"Drake, I want you to meet up with me for a debriefing and another briefing for the next mission." He whispered to Drake, "Make sure to talk to your soldiers-- smooth things out and what not. You have my permission to kill whom you please, however, try to make them work with you. Replacements are hard to find."

Drake nodded and strolled over to the small group that had taken residence in the booth, strategically located close to the bar. Pulling his robes tight, He slipped into the seat next to the others.

"I would like to know what you guys think about me being in charge, you can speak freely."

One of them pulled down their hood. Her face had soft curves and a slightly chalky complexion. "Change in power happens often in the Enclave. It's the most chaotic of the military branches." She pulled her hair back, and motioned the bartender for another drink. "If you are able to impress the commander then we will follow you--"

"No." Lorense pulled away his hood, his nose stuffed full of blood red cotton. "I refuse to believe that you were that good. No way. I have 5 years of experience, you can't be better than me." His nasal sounding voice made several of the group snicker.

"Perhaps," Drake shrugged, "We will just have to see on the next mission." He stood.

"Give him a break, he might actually be that good." Las'ka took a gulp from his shot, then took out the gold ring that pierced one of the ridges of his face.

Lorense slammed his fist on the table. "Damn Lizards always siding with each other." He growled.

Las'ka's face shifted to a more fierce look. "Careful," He growled back, clenching his teeth. "I bet I could use that 'siding' to be allowed to kill you. Right, Alpha?" He looked to Drake, one eye lifted in curiosity.

A smile slid up the side of Drake's mouth. "Yeah, you've got my backing. So other than Lorense everyone is fine with me?"

The group nodded, except for Lorense whom leaned back in the booth grumbling.

Drake ignored the blatant show of disrespect, turned away and took a seat at the bar. Another bronze Arillian stood behind the bar, she wore a tight black strap that pressed her breast up against her skin. A thin cloth wrapped around her waist and cut off at mid-thigh.

"Scotch, right?" Her soft voice was soft and angelic. "I remember you because you're new, but not your name."

"Drake. And yeah, a scotch."

Her hands dropped below the bar, and came up seconds later with the goldenrod liqueur in a shot glass. She sat it on the bar. Her eyes looked at him curiously, but she said nothing.

Drake threw back his head and swallowed the shot, then slammed the glass back down on the counter. "So..." Drake said. Her eyes lit up slightly. "Where's the commander's room?"

"Upstairs and the very last room down the hall."

Drake nodded, and smiled. "Thank you."

Drake made his way up the steps and into the common room halls. He walked past some of the rooms occasionally peering in, most of them were empty or the occupants were sleeping. Drake took a breath as he walked into the room at the end of the hall. It was by far one of the most decorative and lavished rooms. It had a large bed with silken sheets, he noted that they were pulled back. In the corner, the commander was hunched over a large tome his eyes fixated on the text below him.

"Busy?"

Sizorran turned his head and gave a soft smile. "For you? Never. Close the door and stay awhile." He motioned for Drake to sit on the bed. "I saw that you've been reading that spell book I gave you. I knew you couldn't resist."

"Well, it helped out tremendously," Drake closed the door and rolled onto the bed.

Sizorran looked back down at his tome. "Your surprisingly skilled at manipulating the spells."

Drake grinned. It was rare that Sizorran gave compliments to fellow wizard especially novices. "Is it because that one spell didn't shatter when I threw the dagger."

Sizorran checked off one of the rows of glyphs. "Yes it is." He looked up at Drake and observed him closely.

Drake raised an eyebrow. "Should I feel uncomfortable or complimented that your looking at me so closely?"

Sizorran checked off another two lines. "Don't worry about it. I've been deciphering this tome and it would surprise you what it's about."

Drake laid spread out on his back, his eyes closed as he felt the soft texture with his hands.. "Alright, I'll bite. What's it about?"

"You."

Drake sat up and faced him. "What do you mean about *me*?"

"I'll read the parts of interest for both of us." Sizorran picked up the tome and started reading. "Although capable of loving, these creatures fail to see the value in staying with one particular mate. They usually have a lust for power and are magically adept. They often will stay in a partnership with...." He grinned and looked to Drake. "Reds or other Blacks."

"Are you insane? Do you know what they will do if they hear this conversation?" Drake whispered sharply. It was common knowledge that the Arillian's sexual activities were unwelcome in the kingdom. Some even being executed for their activities.

Sizoran cleared his throat and continued. "The reason this union is so successful is the ability of the red to sense the virulent sexual urges of the black towards itself. The red can feed off of these feelings and in turn, wants to arouse the black to maintain the high. This trait evolved over the years and the reds have now developed the ability to please their dark counterparts with their bodies." Sizorran closed the tome and stood in his flowing black robes. He grinned at Drake's alarmed expression as he sat beside him, "Don't worry about what they do, from what I've read you can easily overpower anyone of them." He whispered softly, as he slipped his hand around Drake's neck and brought his lips so close to Drake's skin that his hot breath brushed up against him in steady waves. "Tell me that the first time we met you didn't want to fuck?"

It was true that Drake had wanted to fuck Sizorran the first time they met. He could've too if he hadn't been so afraid like he was now.

"I'm sure you remember? It was in the barracks after a long night of training, just you and me. I was wearing a tight red thong in the locker room, and showered right next to you..." Drake felt Sizorran's teeth bite softly into his neck, dragging them across his scales. He groaned softly, "I remember looking at you before I entered, you were lathering up your sex. Gods, I wanted to fuck you."

"I would've let you." Drake whispered back as he felt Sizorran's tail slithering up his leg. "-- but I've never.... you know."

The flames in Sizorran's eyes started to burn into an inferno, and he purred. "You can let me take away your virginity." He slipped off the bed, and pulled his robes off over his head. He stood there with a tightly packed thong. "Take off your clothes."

Drake jumped to his feet and pulled off his robes with such haste that they ripped. His hands acted before his brain, wrapping around Sizorran's waist and pulling him into himself. He groaned as he felt the thin cloth layer of his boxers pressing against him.

Sizorran wrapped his arms around Drake, bringing their well built torso's together. "Anything you do to me now won't be used against you or me outside of here. Outside, I'm your boss, in here, I am your bitch." Sizorran gave a sharp tug and pulled Drake's boxers off and they fell limply to the ground. Drake's tail gave a sharp whip, throwing the boxers off of his tail.

Sizorran slipped around Drake, allowing his tail to drag across the black sex. Drake turned to face him, only to find that the thong had been removed and tossed aside. Sizoran pressed himself against the bed, he looked back at Drake and rolled his tail to the side. He grinned at Drake's expression as he saw the ass.

Drake ran his cock up and down the tight crack. He longed to plunged inside the male. He tenderly pressed his cock against the hole. The heat blasted his tip as he start to penetrate. Sizorran groaned and clutched the sheets in his hands. Slowly, Drake's cock pressed on, causing him to purr as every ridge inside the tight butt rubbed against him. He felt the butt pressing against his hips. A loud slap echoed out as Drake's hips pulled away and came back upon the hot round ass. Drake grasped the males rear, as his face flushed with hot blood. He growled over the male's body, and his hot saliva rained down on to Sizorran's back.

Several more slaps pounded out, and Drake's hips started to burn as they pumped with fury. He pressed himself hard against the male, causing the bed to rattle at it's hinges. He pulled out. "Get on the damn bed," he growled. Sizorran rolled on to the other side of the bed.

Drake jumped on to the bed his cock pointing to the ceiling. "Get your ass on it and start pounding." He demanded. Sizorran grinned at Drake, as he manuevered over his body. Drake grabbed the male's hips and plunged him upon his awaiting cock. Sizorran's face contorted in pleasure, as Drake pre'd slightly. Drake watched as Sizorran ass gently pump his cock, each slow powerful press of his tight rear sent waves of rippling pleasure down Drake's spine. His hot cum pushing its way up his cock, Sizorran groaned as he sensed the orgasm and his pumps started to increase, each ramming rattling the bed.

Drake's eyes rolled back in his head and he went limp as his orgasm blasted his senses. His cum shot from his blacken cocktip deep into the warm ass. The minutes seemed to stretch into hours for both of them, and Sizorran continued to pump Drake dry. The thrust became more rapid as Drake's cock lubed him up, and soaking his black skin and the rest of it running out on to the silk sheets.

Sizorran fell to Drake's side and Drake turned to face him.

The red was exhausted, and his sides were heaving heavily. Drake ran his hand acrossed his rippling chest, he admired the sculpted pecks, the flowing abs, but what piqued his interest was the unusually shaped cock. It curved sharply and had a hard rippled surface along one side. Sizorran noticed his gaze and made a grin, then rolled on top of him.

His tail swung back and forth excitedly, and he started to purr. "Good?"

"Un-fucking-believable." Drake's powerful forelegs constricted around Sizorran's thighs. "But I wanna know what your cock feels like."

"Hmmm. I'd like to Drake but I have work to do." He tried to push himself out of the death grip of Drake's legs.

Drake squeezed harder. "In here, I own you remember? I want your cock in me."

Sizorran gave a surprisingly sweet grin. "I love you."

Drake wrapped his claw around the back of Sizorran's neck, and pulled his lips towards his. They met. Sizorran groaned, as his tongue slipped into Drake's mouth. His sides heaved in pleasure and his cock harden to the point of pain. Drake couldn't pull away as he felt the cocktip rubbing his hole gingerly. Gently, it pushed deep inside him and little by little Drake felt his insides being massaged by the rippling cock. His head craned back and forth as their kiss never broke, each pump gave Drake another sensation. One that he couldn't imagine would come to overtake him: Love.

Sizorran's lips broke and his maw rested upon Drake's shoulder. Drake watched his ass tighten as he withdrew and jammed him with the cock. He felt a little cum dripping from his own cock, the last of what he had. Sizorran's rapid pumps were followed by a loud groan, and he continued to work Drake's rear until his cum started to roll out of his cock in thick waves. He shuddered gently in Drake's arms, as he poured into him. His cock fell out limp, and he laid upon Drake's chest.

Drake's hand gently stroked Sizorran's back, as he rested upon Drake. His eyes closed and his sides no longer heaved. "I love you."

"I know I can feel it."

Drake suddenly felt a deepening fear in his own heart. However, he could tell that it was not his own fear that was feeding into him. "Why are you afraid?"

Sizorran lifted his head up in surprise, but it soon faded. "I suppose it makes sense that you can feel my emotions. You're my mate." He turned his head to rest upon Drake's chest, the heat comforted him. "I fear my own weakness."

The deep rumble of laughter came from within Drake's chest. "You're possibly one of the best magic users in this guild. I mean, you have nothing to fear."

"It's probably just my imagination." Sizorran's emotions betrayed what his eyes tried to hide. He chuckled, "You already know that's a lie don't you?"

Drake nodded. "What's got you so worry, C'mon?"

Sizorran sighed, "No one except a few commanders know but the Empire has begun to become less stable, and I fear we will be the first branch of government that would be hunted down if... if a coup were to occur...."

Drake would've laughed if he hadn't felt the true fear that Sizorran was projecting on him. "What makes you believe that there will be a coup?"

"There's been Civil Unrest in many parts of the country, and with the war, it's gotten worse. Drake, I think the Monarchy might fail."

"Well, We'll be fine." Drake stroked the side of his worried lovers face. "We'll live out our lives like this--"

"How do you know that? It seems presumptuous to conclude that."

"I believe that true love will never be broken." He smiled. "I think I've never found a better match for me than you."

Sizorran placed his head over Drake's heart, listening to the soft beats. "If that had come from anyone else I wouldn't have believed it, but I hope it's true for our sake."

Drake laid his head on the silken pillow. "It is." His tail threw the sheets that laid at the base of the bed over them. Sizorran purred softly until he slipped off into sleep. He was quickly followed by an exhausted Drake.