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It was just a little after noon and the courtyard, normally filled with students, was empty. Except for Kale, he often spent this brief window of time sketching the intricate branching of the weeping willows across the yard; today, however, he spent on the lip of the fountain, sketching out the large water lily, whose size made Kale think of it as the king of the fountain.

It was an odd thought, but if he was normal, he'd be back with his father, a simple miller, and the next year he would become his apprentice.

He shivered at the thought, causing an errant strike of his pencil. A door opened into the closed courtyard, but Kale was too busy fixing his marred drawing to look up. As he picked up his pencil and filled in the lines he erased, he gave a cursory glance to the other side of the courtyard where the weeping willows grew.

Him! His heart fluttered in his chest; His silver tail constricted his calf; his claws shook; his head swam; finally, he slid along the marble lip obstructing his view and his sickness started to subside. That's what it was, a sickness, a malady of the mind that artists often got, and yet...

..it was like no sickness he'd ever felt. His body did not try to expel it by cough nor sneeze nor emptying his stomach, nor any other way a body cleaned itself. The feeling he had when his eyes fell upon Him was like that of a famished man's falling on a feast.

"It is.. sinful," he muttered and yet his eyes, lovers of all things of beautiful, pulled him along the lip until he was peering around the statue. His eyes had fallen on a thousand beautiful things and all of them he would trade to see Him at a closer distance. Again, his heart began to thud wildly like a bird trapped in his ribcage.

He had a tail so thick with muscle that it rivaled the tree that he stood under, and that rear, equally muscled, had a roundness that nature herself envied; or, perhaps that distinction went to his broad shoulders? Either way, what stirred his heart was the perfection, one that he even could never capture upon canvas given a hundred life times, he saw in Him and the cruelty was that he was a rich noble, the guards that often followed him gave that away, and he? A poor commoner.

That thought was like a blade to his heart, "Have my talent, which you've already taken, if it could make me be with--" His hand, which had been sliding to the edge of the marble lip, plunged into the cold water stirring the lilies. He flipped back around, praying that he didn't hear him. Such feelings could only lead to a quick expulsion for him and becoming just the miller's son once more-- the kiss of an axe across his neck, or the hug of an Iron maiden would be more preferable.

He heard the source of his illness heralding his departure by closing the door, and he knew he was gone, but minutes later, his eyes had to glance once more across the empty courtyard as if his image would linger some how.

Looking down at his ruined drawing, he was quickly reminded the cost that He had done to him. He had been granted leeway to leave his sculpture class and turn things in as an absentee by lying that he did better work at night. The truth was that the reptile had his fencing class across the hall, and every time he heard him, saw him, or even heard the smack of fencing swords, he would think of him and -- Chik -- his sculpture would lose his head.

In fact, the brilliant inspiration he had shown before having ran into Him had dried up. If he didn't finish his commission for Prince Vraxis, a statue of Haelus, the god of strife and war, and receiver of so many of those accidental beheadings, the headmaster had threaten to expel him. He would have just one week to create a magnificent sculpture, and so at the open of the weekend long Noble's ball tonight, he would ask the headmaster for more time. He couldn't deny it right? He was just having trouble, and he was still the best artist there...

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He had been wrong, so very wrong. As soon as he entered that hall, they all knew he didn't belong. He had never told them that he wasn't a noble, but they just knew. They looked down upon him with their contemptible eyes; how they could see him from inside their own asses he didn't know. He delivered his request for more time and he was denied rather loudly by the headmaster, and his departure was followed by snickering.

Since then, he had asked for more time again only to recieve the same denial. Meanwhile, he had been continuously working on carving out the perfect abs, rounding out his pecs, and dimensioning his hands. It was an elegant work of marble, a half naked lizard standing upon the neck of his vanquished foe. It was a stunning representation of everything his culture valued: Masculinity, Power, and Sexual Prowess.

At first, he had thought he'd recovered his talents (what a feat that would be!) but it then dawned on him that he was representing what they wanted; what they expected. That was not genius, not talent, just a raw patronization of a collection of Aristocrats that would spit on him in a heartbeat. He hated it.

His claws, which had been dancing along the handle of the sledgehammer, clasped it and were followed by his other claw, until both squeezed it like an executioner's axe.

"Look! You've got it done," A voice said to him. His heart thudded in recognition, long before he turned to see Him standing there in the torch-lit hall, and He, in turn, saw the sledge. "Not thinking about using that, are ya?"

Kale's tail wrapped around his calves as he turned towards him, "It's wrong."

"What are you talking about?" The other walked across the dusty floor, dirtying up his white suit. He put his hand on the sledge to stop Kale, "It's good, don't worry so much about perfection."

It was a struggle to look him in the eyes (leaving his attractive body out of view), but Kale had managed it and he even smiled. It was a shy smile, but at least, it was a smile! "You think it's good?" If He was content with his work, it would make him spare that statue with little issue.

"Yeah, almost perfect like the story, and if you mess up, well there's quite a few nobles who didn't graduate here, returned to their estates, and were good rulers. So you'll be fine, too, don't worry!"

Nobles! Estates! Rulers! Kale's face contorted, then he bared his fangs with a snarl, and his small frame generated enough force to throw Him to the floor. Whipping around he charged the statue, a perfect representation of everything he hated about this world, he didn't swing for its head or legs to break it piece by piece. No, he hit Haelus squarely in his muscular chest where his heart would beat.

A plume of shattered marble and dust shot out, shattering two of the four windows behind it, and sending marble raining down in the grass below.

The rest bouncing back, skittering, and hailing down on the shop floor. Kale collapsed at the remains, two ankles, with the cold pain of humiliation and failure stabbing his chest. "I am not," his voice cracked, "a noble. I'm the son of a miller. Nobody will coddle me. And if I go back to that, I-- I will never go back to that." Between his ragged breaths, his weary eyes gazed at the open windows.

"You're Kale that amazing sculptor; I am a huge fan of yours."

"Yes, you saw my amazing work. Anyone with training could create that. My talent, my inspiration, it's all dead!" A few tears glided down his scales out of view.

"Why?"

Kale smiled slightly at the horrible irony of it all. "You."

"Me? I don't understand; I literally just found out who you are," he said.

"And, I don't know your name at all, but I guess it doesn't matter." His reddened eyes glanced back, "When I saw you talking one day, I just couldn't get you out of my head. Every time I hear your voice, my heart practically jumps through my chest. I fuck up my drawings, my statues go headless, and it takes me damn near an hour to stop thinking of you."

"Are you--"

"Yes -- all the Gods be damned-- yes, I am in love with you and it's ruining me!" It surprised even Kale that he shouted those words; so sappy, so clichéd but they described the feeling roaring through him.

He expected him to run, to freak out, to hate him. It would make everything easier. His boots crunch on the marble as he crossed the floor, and sat inches away from him. He didn't say anything, not a single word nor even a sound of disgust. Just a thoughtful look at the hills through the broken window.

Washed in the glow of the moon light, Kale saw his dark green scales shimmering; he then glanced down at the space between them, realizing the crushed marble was reflecting the moonlight like dozens of diamonds.

"I have a dark confession to make," he whispered, wrapping his thick tail over Kale's. "My father only recently informed me that you were attending the same Academy as me, so I kept passing by here trying to see who was making my commission of Haelus and I just assumed you were another noble because you dropped the class, and since I never saw any statues here I was quite confused. But when I saw you come in multiple times and get a No from the Headmaster and it started to make some sense, and I began to think you might be Kale."

"You saw that... and, you're Prince Vraxis?" Kale looked down and away, "I didn't mean to push you, your grace."

"It's just Rex here so no one knows who I am," his warm claw cradled the side of Kale's maw, guiding his eyes back to his soft gaze. "To be honest, I just wanted to know who you were and get to know you."

"Well, I'm glad you told me that that statue was for you."

"Oh, why's that?"

"I was basing his body off of yours."

Vraxis raised an eyebrow, lowering his claw from Kale's maw. "When did you see me naked?"

"No! I mean it was how I-- well, how I imagined you'd appear--" Kale glanced down as he paused with the realization of where he was heading with his defense.

"--naked?" Vraxis finished and stood up.

Kale looked up to see him grinning at him. "You scared me," he grinned back, "I thought I'd made you mad."

"Yeah, I like messing with cute silvers," he bent over, scooping Kale off the floor, "but, it's safe to say that you won't have to imagine what I look like naked for much longer."

"I'm a commoner and you're a noble," Kale, his face scales a dark silver, squirmed in those powerful arms. "What if we're seen?"

"Oh, trust me." They emerged into the empty hallway. "I won't even make it to the courtyard. In fact, we're going to the fencing hall--"

"--to cross swords?"

"No, there's scale shiner there, and terrible puns make me want to drop you-- ," he said, "Scale Shiner's very slick and we're gonna need it."

Kale pressed his head against Vraxis's shoulder, and said nothing as they made their way past several doors, finally pushing through a set of double doors. A row of worn leather padding laid across the floor, illuminated by the moon clearly peeking through the double windows. He slid out of his arms, grabbing the collar of his suit and pulling them both into the light. Admiring eachother's shimmering scales, Kale's fingers crawled from his collar down to the first button, then the second...

Vraxis's claws rested at Kale's waist as he brought his maw close to his neck, "Eager are we?" He whispered. His jaws clamped down on Kale's neck, sliding his sharp teeth over his tender silver scales.

"Gods yes..." Kale moaned in pleasure; his body went numb as he focused on that sensation exclusively. His fingers struggled to free that last button, finally resorting to tearing it off.

Vraxis tossed his shirt to the corner and pressed his muscular body flush with his as they kissed.

He could feel every glorious muscle flexing with wild passion as their tongues wrapped and played tug of war between their open maws. Though he was more distracted by the bulge, threatening to burst from Vraxis's pants, that was pressed tight against his own.

Kale broke the kiss and knelt before Vraxis as he traced the powerful male's abs. Above him, he felt Vraxis's large claw rest upon his head, while the other unfastened his tail button.

Kale's nervous claws freed the massive cock. "Wow," he said as he gripped the base, and began to suck on each of the nodules that made a row on the underside of his cock.

As Kale's lips brushed the middle one, he heard Vraxis's lustful growl: "Right there..." Sucking, licking, biting, each made Vraxis cry out in pleasure until his cock began to drool his clear precum.

Kale sucked the tip with a loud slurp, tasting it. Rolling it around on his tongue, the salty sweet taste filled his maw. "I can't wait to be bred by you..."

"That makes two of us," Vraxis pulled away as he disappeared into a side room and returned moments later with a glass container of scale shiner. He grinned when he saw in the moonlight Kale on all fours with his pants wrapped around his knees, and his tail tucked to oneside.

Getting in position behind him, he gently stroked Kale's bulging ass. "Sculpting gives you a great ass."

"Yeah, ah," Kale gasped as he felt his hole being smothered with the thick cream. He raised his ass higher as he leaned in on his arms, looking back as Vraxis covered his rod.

"Let me know if it hurts too much," Vraxis purred as he stroked Kale's hole with his tip.

Kale nodded.

It was a strange sensation as his hole, relaxed from the gentle rubbing, started to spread. He grunted slightly as he felt it being skilfully rolled around inside him. Finally, the first notch in his cock started to push against his back door.

"You're doing good," he heard Vraxis over his pleasured cries, "my mate."

Kale started to push back into his cock, and Vraxis grunted in surprise but kept manuevering until Kale's weakened hole let the first notch in. It's hard buldge stroking his insides.

"More," Kale cried as he reached between his legs to his cock which was dripping cum across the leather pads.

Each of his notches slid in with a few pausing moments where his hole resisted. Kale clenched his his eyes shut as he felt himself stretch around the rod deep inside. The dull ache as it pushed him to his limits made Kale look back at him, realizing that he was hilted inside him. "You fit," he gave a hot-faced grin.

"Yeah, your ass is just as amazing as your art." He laughed, and slowly started to pull out with each node making a soft pop.

Kale's eyes rolled back and his cock shuddered in his hand as the nodules were shoved back inside. "Oh, yes," he cried and it brought Vraxis to a frenzy as their scents mixed in the moonlit air. The thunderous slaps filled his mind as the slight pain of being used made his insides ache, but his hole filled with raw pleasure and his cock bobbing in the air made the sensation pleasurable.

"Fuck yes," Vraxis cried doubling his pace as his virgin cock was loving the warmth that was holding him, and seeing the face of Kale contorted in pleasure.

"Holy shit, I'm cumming," Kale cried as he clamped down to fight the rush of seed that was streaming from the slit of his cock.

Hearing this, Vraxis's maw clamped tightly as he pushed and pulled his cock in and out of Kale asshole like a saw through wood. It pushed Kale over the edge as he shot thick strings of seed across the padding, and the sudden squeezing and tugging of his sensitive member threatened to make him cum. You feel fucking amazing," Vraxis cried out between frenzied pants.

He pushed his rod deep into Kale's bowels, spilling his load. Kale could feel the bulge of pressure at his hole from the sheer volume being pumped inside and after losing count at the number of pulses and light humps, he looked back to see Vraxis still deep in orgasm.

"I'm gonna have to make sure I'm inside you when you cum more often." Vraxis said as he carefully pulled his rod out to leave as much seed inside as he could.

Kale, whose arms and shoulders were exhausted, rolled on his side and enjoyed the feeling of the warm cum that soaked his ass.

"Feeling inspired now that you've seen me naked?"

"I'm full of inspiration."

"I think you're confusing cum with inspiration, although, both are pretty great."

Kale grinned, "I'll have your sculpture done soon, I promise."

"You mean Prince Vraxis's sculpture, not Rex's... remember that."

"Right, Rex."

They kissed.

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Sculpt me like one of your French guys, Kale.

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