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Michael awoke sprawled out on the bed, his head throbbing and backside viciously sore. He groaned aloud and moved his hands around the sheets, feeling a few discarded clothes and empty wine sample bottles near him. He turned his head to the side and grumbled as bright rays of sunlight flickered through the closed blinds at just the right angle. Blinking rapidly, he lifted his upper half up with trembling arms as he tried to regain his bearings. His stomach hurt as well, but not nearly as badly as his rear. As he became more aware of his surroundings so too did he realize that his thong was hanging around his ankles. He flicked his tail a bit, feeling the caudal fin brush against small chair. Slowly, he turned his head and surveyed his bedroom, still trying to recall the events of the previous evening. How fucked up did he get? Reaching around almost blindly, the young shark tried desperately to locate his phone. His random motions eventually caused him to push the object of his search onto the floor with a hard "crik" noise as it hit the smooth wooden floor. He cursed silently to himself and rolled over onto his back, stretching out his lithe form to relieve muscles cramped from whatever shenanigans he had been involved in last night. He let out a long sigh as the soreness within his limbs began to reside, but his rear burned all the more regardless of what he did. Carefully, he sat up fully and eyed the purple thong hanging from his feet. His mind quickly connected the soreness and his lack of clothing, causing the shark to smirk and then chuckle to himself.

"What the fuck happened last night?" he said aloud, kicking off the garments and standing unsteadily on his feet. He knelt down and retrieved his phone, pushing a small button on the front to bring it out of sleep. With a slight delay, the screen came on and displayed a few notifications such as new emails and several new text messages. Without hesitation he leaned back on the bed and began sifting through the new messages, noting how a majority of these texts were from numbers he didn't recognize. Their content was mostly along the lines of "You party hard, hun!" or "Please come to the next rave with us!", serving to refresh his hazy memory. Michael rolled his eyes and smiled, scrolling through the remainder of the messages until he saw two that caught his eye. He opened the first, seeing as it was from his mother.

"My dear Mikey, I know things have been difficult and not just a little awkward for our family since your father and I divorced last year. The road to emotional stability has been long and arduous, and I don't think I would have gotten through it without your support. But now I want to let you know that you don't have to be the only one I lean on anymore...I've met someone, and I think you are going to like him." The shark blinked a bit, still processing the words he had just read. His heavy hangover wasn't doing his concentration any favors. What the fuck did he get into last night? More importantly; his mother had met someone? He scowled slightly, his suspicions immediately rising to the surface.

"This fucker better be good to you...". He shook his head, moving to the message from the other sender that he recognized. His claw tapped against the screen hard enough to leave a thin white scratch.

"Jesus Mics, apparently all it takes is a bit of Tequila and Rum to turn you into an even bigger fag than usual! Kaelus and I had to bring you home from the club before you ended up going home with those guys who were grinding on you for most of the night. You made quite a few new friends in some interesting ways before we left the club, hell you were even the center of attention when you started dancing! You're also probably wondering why your ass is so sore, though the answer is a little better than you might expect. I'll tell you everything when I get back to the apartment; I'm out doing a little shopping currently. Luv ya you little fag shark!"

Michael spent the next two hours cleaning up the apartment and himself, chucking empty bottles, replacing the bed sheets, setting on a pot of coffee, realigning all the dining room chairs under the the dinner table, and then finally settling for a long shower. He cleaned himself vigorously, trying to wash off the scent of stale booze, various colognes, and dried cum in several places. After his thorough scrubbing he sat down on the rough tiled floor and let the hot water wash over him. With nothing left to do but wait, he began thinking back to the events of the previous night. Things had started to come back to him very slowly over the course of his rigorous cleaning, small memories of disjointed events or words that someone had spoken to him. He remembered the blaring techno and dubstep now, how the vibrations traveled through his entire body as he gyrated amongst a sea of fellow patrons. He still tasted the alcohol on his lips after it was long gone, light and fruity mixed drinks followed by the heavier liquors that had done him in. The lights were dazzling, pulsating streams of reds, greens, blues, violets, and every other color he could think of, all bathing the dance floor and bars in lustful hues. He could feel hot breath upon his neck, feel the hands of another tracing along his feminine hips as the music and colors whisked them all away to a plane of primal bliss. Before he knew what he was doing he found himself sandwiched between two muscular males as the rhythm claimed them too, their bodies pressed tightly against his as they danced away. Strobing lights played across their well-built forms, bringing out the shameless sexual nature inside of him. Desire rippled through him, as it did through his throng of admirers. He was the star here, a burning star that attracted all eyes and kindled the flames of lust. Another memory came, this time of a hand reaching out and pulling him away from his new-found posse. Stern words were spoken by a face that seemed all too familiar, a look of consternation plastered across a green striped muzzle. He found himself near the back of the crowd, now swaying with a patchwork crew of mostly strangers. He remembered that his clothes had nearly been stripped off several times by this point, the handiwork of the two overly amorous dancers earlier. He saw that green striped muzzle again, knowing it belonged to his room mate Jesse, and noticing a tall silhouette stationed behind him. Kaelus; the name came to him as a bright flash fully illuminated his long-time crush. Then everything faded to darkness again, but not the sensations. He felt bottles in his empty hands, knowing more drinks had followed after that. He leaned his head upwards and let the water wash down his muzzle and neck, swaying his tail smoothly over the wet floor. His mind drifted back to Kaelus, that towering avian-reptile hybrid he had grown so fond of over the last few years. The shark closed his eyes as he imagined running his fingers through those crimson contour feathers, tracing his painted claws down that muscled back. He wanted to feel those rough lips upon his neck, those blue-tinged fangs digging into his tough skin. He ran a hand between his legs, rubbing idly at his semi-erect shafts. He let out a sigh of pleasure as he gripped both of them together in his hand and stroked upwards. Both barbed cocks throbbed and began swelling at the touch, beads of pre being washed away by the torrent of water. Michael bucked up into his hand, caught in his erotic reverie completely. He wondered what Kaelus tasted like; that big ridged cock couldn't possibly be anything less than delectable. How much would he climax if sucked on for a while? What would those delightful ridges feel like buried inside his tight twinky ass? Michael moaned out and quickened the pace of his pumping hand, reaching under his thigh with the other and pressing two fingers against his tailstar. He circled his claws around the tight pucker, thinking of Kaelus bending him over and rimming him deeply. He applied pressure to his fingers and began to push them inside, his toes curling from the myriad of ecstatic sensations. He wanted to feel that big cock pushing into his tight hole, not caring that he had no idea what it looked like. He licked his lips and panted more, getting closer and closer to his climax. He could almost feel Kaelus railing against him, driving his fat shaft deep into the little twink as he squirmed and gasped under the bigger male. He pumped his two fingers in and out gingerly, so caught up in his own passions that he completely canceled out the world around him. All he could hear was the running water and his own labored breath as a surge of white hot pleasure rippled through him. His bottom jaw slackened and he began moaning uncontrollably as his twin spires erupted in dual torrents of spunk. He clenched his walls along his fingers as hard as he could, picturing himself milking Kaelus' shaft after the dragon had blown his load. What it must feel like to lay there in the aftermath, enjoying the feel of that dragon's body against his own. With a few short breaths he began to get up, his legs still shaking from his double climax. His orgasms tended to be much more potent than what others experienced due to his dual cocks, leading him to tire out much quicker as a result. He washed all the dried cum from his groin before exiting the shower, feeling much more relieved at having remembered several events from the previous night. He had no doubt in his mind that Jesse had taken advantage of him in his drunken haze, but he did have to wonder if Kaelus had any involvement. He wouldn't have minded a bit, but it would be something that he would want to remember. The dragon still called himself straight and even had a girlfriend, though Michael knew that meant nothing. In his heart he knew that Kaelus was bisexual and had done his very best to nurture that quality in him as their friendship grew stronger over the years. Jesse would joke that it was Michael's life mission to get that dragon into bed, but he didn't know how much deeper that base desire went. There was something there; more than just a physical attraction lurking below the surface. The shark stood in front of the large mirror that was mounted on the bathroom door, reaching out with his hand to wipe the fogged glass clean. The eyes that stared intently back at him seemed to belong to another person entirely. "Oh," he said aloud, "how much I've changed."

"So what the hell are you waiting for Kae?" asked Jesse persistently. "You know what happened last night wasn't something ordinary for you. How the hell do you keep calling yourself straight still?" The green-furred fox was doing his best to keep his voice down, but the excitement and agitation in his tone were apparent to anyone within earshot. The dragon rolled his eyes at the invasive question, but still knew it was a warranted inquiry. What had happened last night was something he had never done before. Seeing Michael between those two other males had brought his jealousy to the surface, an emotion he had trouble accepting. Jesse was staring at him, head cocked to the side as his tail swayed, no doubt waiting for him to deliver a satisfactory answer.

"It was just the alcohol Jes; I don't know why you keep asking that question." He turned away and skimmed his gaze across several magazine covers, resting iton a gay lifestyle magazine longer than he would care to admit. Silence followed his answer and he turned to meet the fox's gaze coolly. "Look, I really don't know what to say. Sometimes things happen that we have no control over; impulses that drive us to act instead of think." Even as the words left his mouth, he couldn't believe he had just spoken them. Seeing the grin spread across Jesse's muzzle; it was clear he had told his friend exactly what he was wanting to hear.

Before he could open his mouth the fox already pounced on the opportunity. "So you have homosexual impulses then, eh? Nice to finally hear you admit it."

Kaelus scowled and walked further down the magazine isle, trying his best to retort his friend's previous statement. "Goddamnit, that is not what I meant to say. I just meant that alcohol can cloud your judgment and lead you into situations you wouldn't normally find yourself in with full cognitive functions unfettered." He turned and looked right at Jesse, crossing his arms in a gesture of defiance.

"Dude..." Jesse began, "You were stroking your cock while I railed into Mics. I don't know about you, but that's a pretty objectively gay act." The dragon knew he wasn't going to win over his persistent friend in this argument. They both walked over to the fresh meat isle in relative silence, the dragon hefting some of his favorite fatty and rare choices into the already heavy cart. Kaelus was mostly a carnivore for all intents and purposes, enjoying his meals a little more on the fresher side. Jesse was omnivorous and not opposed to a good blood rare steak; Michael preferred sea food above all else but loved to grill and cook anything his friends wanted. His eyes flicked over to a package of large frozen shrimp, instinctively nabbing it and dropping them into the cart. He knew the shark would appreciate those, just as he appreciated the hospitality he was greeted with every time he went to their apartment.

"Care to stay over tonight?" asked Jesse. "It seems we'll have plenty of food to share."

Kaelus shook his head. "I'd love to but I have an exam coming up in my Economics class in a few days. I'd really like to study up and ace it."

Jesse chuckled and leaned against the glass door of the freezer. "Hell then, just bring all your studying materials and books over. Michael and I will leave you alone after hours so you can bone up on that Economics bullshit. We all know you want to make a lot of money working for your dad's stock exchange company, you only remind us how lucrative it is every other day." The dragon smacked his feathered tail lightly across the fox's hip, snarling in disagreement.

"It's not bullshit to want to be successful and prosperous. I have a knack for crunching numbers and predicting the ebb and flow of market fluctuations; why not have a degree that confirms that I know what I'm talking about?" Jesse rolled his eyes and pushed the cart over towards the checkout line, tapping his claws along the hard plastic guard.

"I might be majoring in Philosophy and Psych, as competitive and unrewarding as they are, but at least my majors are not boring as shit to discuss at parties. Seriously man, how do you tell that to people with a straight face. Calculating market climate based on prerequisite data is going to get old fast for you. There is a reason that the top dogs are so high up, they have so many people like you to stand on while you go about performing your insanely repetitive and mundane tasks. You cannot honestly tell me that you aren't gay and that this is your dream job."

Kaelus grumbled and began taking items out of the cart, setting them neatly down based on the category of product. Hot went separately, then the cold, followed by room temperature items, then finally the non-edibles. The dragon prided himself on being so organized, it was a characteristic imprinted onto him by his parents from an early age. Both Jesse and Michael always found it entertaining to watch him arrange items so quickly, they would even have him arrange their video game and movie collections alphabetically. Behind the register, a slightly overweight buck glanced at him momentarily before a fake smile creased his lips.

"Hello sirs, how are you both today?" Both Kaelus and Jesse looked at him and accepted his greeting, offering their own in return. It was apparent to Jesse that this young buck's body language was very reserved and gave little sign of his lack of real concern; his tone and the quick aversion of his eyes cemented that fact.

"Very vacant in here today I'd say," offered Jesse as a conversational set-piece. Roger, as his name-tag read, simply nodded and began scanning the items. Kaelus tossed Jesse his card and walked to the other end of the register, starting to bag the plethora of items sliding down to him. He was halfway done when he noticed a blur of bright colors approaching him from the side. He turned his head and stared deeply at the female who had approached him.

"Kaelus?" she asked, her feminine voice washing over him and triggering an onset of pleasant and painful memories. He immediately turned to face her fully, his eyes tracing over every delicate feature of her curvaceous form. All sounds around him faded to silence, his manner shaken by the passionate ruby red eyes that stared back at him. For the time being, she was the only person in his world.

"Leneara?" he choked out, his throat feeling tighter than it ever had before. A smiled creased her sumptuous lips, it made his heart ache with want. Standing before him was his high-school sweetheart, a wonderfully sculpted gecko with a heart of gold and a penchant for attracting the wrong kinds of guys. To him, it was stunning how much she hadn't changed over the last five years since he had seen her. If anything the age had only added to her beauty: Her skin shown with a blue-emerald radiance that dazzled the eye when she was in motion; small orange-tinted suction cups lined her fingertips, her nails painted in various bright shades to accentuate her naturally vivid color pattern; her long tail was left bare of clothing, so fitting as not to obstruct the intricate winding patterns of purple, crimson, and indigo which he knew originated from her lower back and terminated at her tail tip. Certain other aspects of her figure had only grown out more to his liking; her legs were long, her hips fully rounded and plush, her ample covered bust a size double D with a small crystalline pendant which hung precariously between her cleavage. She was more ravishing now than he'd ever remembered, and those fiery ruby eyes gazed thoughtfully over him, no doubt analyzing every part of his form like he had just done with her. She flicked her tail and nodded deeply at him, stepping forwards slowly. He took the initiative and closed the small gap, wrapping his arms around her form and pulling her into a loving embrace. She locked her arms around his back and buried her face against his chest. He leaned his head down to her ear. "I didn't think I'd ever see you again."

"Nor I you, Kael..." She held onto him with a strength that surprised the dragon, her sweet scent invading his nostrils in the near-crushing embrace. Her pheromones had always smelt sweet and tangy, almost like a ripe tropical fruit. Such a fitting comparison, given her bright colors he thought. He never imagined he'd get to lay his eyes on her again, let alone hold her. Jesse clearing his throat behind the dragon brought him back to the store. He slowly broke off the embrace and looked around, seeing other shoppers and employees staring at the blatant display of public affection. He kept his arm around Leneara's waist, feeling her press against him tighter, no doubt embarrassed. Jesse had already paid and was just waiting for the reunited couple to move aside, his grin so wide that his bleach-white teeth were on full display.

"Hello there miss, I don't believe we've met. My name is Jesse." The fox eyed her carefully, fully aware of the history these two had together. From everything that Kaelus had told him of her, she sounded like a swell lady. Leneara smiled and gave a slight bow towards him.

"Nice to meet you Jesse, as you probably heard from Kael here," she paused, stepping over towards a wall and leaning back against it before resuming. "My name is Leneara." She motioned over to the two males with her tail, Kaelus taking his place once more at her side whilst Jesse pushed the cart full of groceries over to them.

"Len, I can't believe how long its been. What are you doing here? How has your life been? I thought you were moving to another country?" The dragon's sudden barrage of questions made both Jesse and Leneara giggle, though each had a different reason.

"Jesus Kael, give her some room will ya?" Jesse playfully punched his shoulder, barely causing the well-built dragon to even flinch. Kaelus rolled his eyes and nodded, crossing his arms as he watched Leneara.

"No, no. Its quite alright. We haven't seen each other in a long time and we both have many questions," she said as she smiled brightly at the other two. "As for your first question Kael; I'm here because the business that I work for sent me down here to scout out vacant locations for possible acquisition and renovation. In truth I've been down here for a couple months now and have another solid month of time before I have to go back to headquarters and resume my position there."

Kaelus tilted his head and asked the question that was on both he and Jesse's mind. "Sounds quite lucrative, what company do you work for?" After a moment Leneara reached into the left pocket of her jeans and retrieved some business cards, handing one to Kaelus and then to Jesse in turn. Kaelus' eyes widened as he read the all capital, bold lettering on the title. "Nerasem Styles and Fashion," he read aloud.

"Woah..." offered Jesse in return. Nerasem Styles and Fashion was a well known and respected company by now, having started life as a relatively obscure men's fashion business. Later on they exploded onto the clothing scene by catering to nearly all mainstream styles and niche audiences. Geek culture, pop, metal, ballroom, weddings, Goth and more were just a small taste of their extensive catalog. After that they began testing new brands of perfume and deodorant, no longer only specializing in clothing as they branched out to other areas of the fashion industry. Before long they had absorbed or bought out a good chunk of the competition and began dominating more than half of the total clothing market on the continent. Aside from being a well-known behemoth in the fashion industry; NSaF had come under scrutiny for its rather strict and unforgiving hiring practices. The CEO, Aren Hulfkur, had stated more than once in various interviews that he wanted every employee in his company to be completely dedicated and relentlessly driven. To say that one was employed with NSaF was duly impressive in its own right.

"Yeah, I tend to hear that a lot." said Leneara as she fished her phone out of her pocket and began tapping on the touchscreen display. She smiled wider than before and placed it back into the pocket, extending both arms before her ex and new acquaintance. "It appears that I have nothing scheduled for today my dears; the day is wide open for me."

"That's great! Would you mind if..." Kaelus trailed off, thinking of his next words carefully. "Would you like to join me for dinner tonight? We can go out wherever you want."

Jesse sighed quietly and poked him in the side with a box of cookies, saying "Easy there big boy, don't go rushing back into things."

Leneara raised her hand and giggled, "Its fine Jesse; I could really use a nice evening to catch up on everything I've missed over the years." She eyed Kaelus over again, her tail curling around the underside of the cart. "Besides, I think it would be healthy for us to clear the air and set things straight. Renew our friendship."

The dragon nodded enthusiastically and pulled her in for another tight embrace, his nostrils filling with her intoxicating pheromones. "That sounds wonderful, let me give you my number so we can plan everything out."

Jesse waited patiently by a set of automated double-wide doors that served as both the entrance and exit for the next few minutes, watching other shoppers depart and enter. The sun was still high, the temperature outside surely blazing. He fiddled around with his phone, texting Michael and a few others and reading random comedy articles. He looked over at the two smitten creatures as they laughed and said goodbye to one another, yet again pulling in for another passionate embrace. He had never met Leneara before, but from all the pleasant things Kaelus had said about her he already had a positive outlook on her personality. They seemed like a great match, and that was what worried him most. He knew that Michael was absolutely obsessed with Kael, always trying to impress him or render him jealous in some petty way. He also knew with unwavering certainty that the dragon had a huge crush on the twinky shark, whether he wanted to admit it or not. And now with Kael's ex back in the picture things were not looking so bright for a relationship between the shark and dragon. He never wanted to see Michael's heart broken again, the first time nearly killed him with grief and regret. Despite his sometimes slutty attitude, Michael had a child-like naivete about so many things, and Jesse loved that quality about him. He had gone a long way towards repairing the damage done after they had broken up, but in his heart he knew there would always be that one event keeping them from fully reconciling. Michael would likely never completely trust him again, and he was fine with that. He had broken that trust and lied to his then-boyfriend more than once, leading to a series of soul-rending fights between them that still haunted him so long after they had downgraded their relationship. He had conceded long ago that he was not deserving of forgiveness, but was amazed at just how much they had grown close again. Sex, watching movies, gaming together, going out to dinners, showers and so many other things that a couple would ordinarily do he found he was once again doing with Michael. The only thing missing was the intimacy. They had passion in spades, but even total strangers could muster volcanic passion in a one night stand. Jesse longed for the intimacy they had shared together, of knowing that he was the only person that girly shark trusted fully with his heart and soul. Even though he couldn't say it directly to Michael, he still loved him the same way.

"Dude, are you ready?" Kaelus' voice snapped him out of his reverie, drawing his mind back out of painful memories. He simply nodded and smiled, placing one paw on the handle of the cart. If Kaelus knew he was troubled he gave no sign of it, shrugging his shoulders and waving at Leneara as she passed them.

"So we are on for tomorrow night then Kael; I'll call you if anything changes." She inclined her head towards Jesse and gave a small bow. "It was a pleasure to meet you Jesse, I hope to see more of you in the coming days and meet this Michael that Kaelus mentioned."

"As I hope to see more of you as well, been a pleasure." He found he couldn't look her in the eye, even though he meant every word.

With farewells exchanged the gecko spun on her heel, one small bag in tow, and strode out the door. Both Jesse and Kael watched her walk off till she was out of sight completely. They turned and shared the same look of fascination at her departure. "I might be totally gay," Jesse said, pausing as he couldn't believe the next thing he was about to say, "But I would totally hit that." He felt sure that Kael was going to sock him hard, but instead the dragon gave the goofiest grin he had ever seen and simply chuckled.

"I don't know about you, but I'd say that's a pretty objectively bisexual statement," Kaelus quipped, patting his friend on the shoulder as they headed outside.