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"Harder, panda! D'you really think that sort of pansy-arse thrust is going to do you any good? What kind of Dragon Warrior are you?"

"Hey, that's hittin' a little below th' belt, don't ya think?"

"You don't wear a belt. Which may explain why those shorts of yours are perennially falling down."

"You sayin' you've been checkin' out my butt?"

"You wish."

"No, no I really don't. An' I kinda think you need t' be a little faster myself."

"That eager to have the no-holds-barred-beatdown over and done with, are you? Or d'you honestly think I'm the 'wham-bang-thank-you-Yan' type?"

"Maybe my memory's bad, buddy, but wasn't it you who got the no-holds-barred beatdown from me? An' yeah, yeah I do think you're th' type. You were at th' Thread of Hope, from what I heard." A pause, then an artful grin. "An' that's what Tigress says about ya."

An even longer pause. "You know, I can still beat your flabby butt."

"Again with th' butt. Ya tryin' t' tell me somethin'? An' I love you too, schnookums."

It had gone wrong, everything had gone wrong since Tigress and Wu Jia had been called off to meet with the Kung Fu Council in Gongmen City. It wasn't that Tai Lung was precisely eager to go there himself--even with the Grand Master speaking up for him and Emperor Chen having pardoned him, old habits (and views) died hard, with many of the council members still regarding him with suspicion, distrust, or at least a healthy dose of skepticism. Thundering Rhino and Storming Ox were particularly reluctant and belligerent, respectively, where he was concerned, and he didn't blame them. Not for the first time, the snow leopard was privately rather glad the council had been occupied elsewhere with some sort of Manchurian invasion both at the time of his breakout from Chorh-Gom and in the subsequent months of Heian Chao's siege of the Valley.

Nor did he begrudge either of the women their going in his and Po's stead--Tigress was the leader of the Furious Five, celebrated throughout the empire for her courage, determination, ferocity, and knowledge of battle, while Jia was not only a great kung fu fighter in her own right and a graduate of the Li Dai Academy (or would have been, if Xiu dragging her down the road to villainy hadn't resulted in them fleeing it in the night), she had recently proven her valor, skill, and commitment to good during her journeys with Crane and Mei Ling.

Both of them had the right to be consulted on this...though he wasn't altogether clear on what exactly the issue was, or why their presence, and Jia's in particular, had been requested; both of them had been given strict orders to divulge nothing, and the fact that the usually flighty, carefree ex-Wu Sister had both agreed to this demand and actually complied with it suggested the matter was serious indeed. He could pry nothing out of them, so had to be content with their assurances that they could handle it and the Valley was safe.

The problem with this departure was that it had left Tai Lung (and, he had to admit, Po) with nothing to do for at least a month--since aside from travel time, their wife and girlfriend had been rather vague about how long they might be in the capital dealing with whatever was happening. At first there had been some distractions to occupy them--babysitting Yi on his part, the Double Seven Festival which had required Po to assist his father and Dalang at the noodle shop, various tasks around the Jade Palace, and of course, training in the kwoon. But eventually even the snow leopard's love for children couldn't allow him to stand another minute with the adorable, clinging cow girl--that, and Xiulan had taken her to visit some of Zhuang's relatives a week ago, something he could never gainsay her--while the festival, being as it was about lovers and unmarried couples finding one another, had only exacerbated the situation.

With Dashu soon approaching so that the heat of summer became all the more intense, both his and Po's needs were getting close to the breaking point. And now the rest of the Five, with nothing else to do thanks to peace reigning in the empire, were continually using the training hall themselves, so that the snow leopard and the panda couldn't even use that as a way to work through their...aggressions. In desperation they'd been forced to spar in their original training locale, the back gardens of the Jade Palace.

Because each of them was missing his woman...very, very much. And it was, to Tai Lung's embarrassment at least, beginning to show quite obviously.

It wasn't just their banter, even if it had become far too suggestive for his liking. It was that, with every kick and punch he delivered, every rush of blood his heart pumped through him, every movement that brought him close to Po in his attempts to unbalance the panda and leave him sprawled on the gravel path, he was...becoming more aroused. He couldn't even blame it on the adrenaline rush, not completely, because he'd never had this sort of reaction in combat before. Well, perhaps once or twice, but nothing like this. It got to the point where he was afraid to perform a roundhouse lest his lifted leg give him away--or bring that telltale bulge a little too near the Dragon Warrior.

What was wrong with him? Well, he knew what was wrong, but not why. Had he simply become that insatiable, and now he couldn't get enough to satisfy his urges? Had he become so used to receiving it whenever he wished from Tigress that his body now insisted upon it? Did he just miss Tigress that much? Was it the heat? Or...could it be something else, something he didn't want to think about?

Unfortunately, because he was thinking, he wasn't paying attention to the sparring match. Before he could do more than blink, a black-furred paw was zooming in at his unprotected chin. "Think fast!" His spotted paw came up to block--a second too late, and he suddenly saw stars before his eyes as Po struck his jaw with a solid Tiger Fist. Stumbling backwards in spite of himself, as the panda had always been much stronger than he looked and after their intensive training was even more so, Tai Lung lost his balance and fell over with a solid thud, breath fleeing his lungs.

Groaning, lying with what felt like a bruised backside and the stones of the garden pressing into his shoulders, the snow leopard looked up, still dazed and clutching his face, to see Po standing over him. From the look on his face, he seemed torn between concern and bursting out laughing.

"Whoa, big guy, ya really are off your game today, huh?" Glancing from his fist to the fallen cat, he nevertheless stayed poised in his Dragon stance, as if he expected (wisely) that Tai Lung might be fooling him and about to spring up with a retaliatory blow. "Ya feelin' okay? Or were ya just throwin' th' match? Uh...I appreciate it an' all, but I don't need that much confidence, heh!"

Tai Lung fought back a growl and clenched his jaw, despite the throbbing pain. "I'll have you know, tubby, that I have not thrown, nor will I ever throw, any kung fu battle! Not even a training match or an exhibition."

Po relaxed and held up both paws reassuringly. "All right, all right, I got it, bud. No worries, keep your shirt on."

"I'm not wearing a shirt, panda."

"Was that supposed t' be a come-on line? I've seen it all before, y'know." As the snow leopard snarled and started to sit up, cracking his knuckles ominously, the Dragon Warrior hurriedly stepped back a pace and chuckled weakly. "Just kiddin', just kiddin'! Jeez, though..." He eyed the master of the Jade Palace worriedly, as well as knowingly. "You really do look awful, big guy. This...this is really hard for ya, isn't it? Can't get her off your mind?"

He opened his mouth, ready to angrily deny it--but then he saw the sympathetic look in those green eyes, the look of a man who knew exactly how he felt, and sighed, letting his shoulders slump as he leaned forward on his upraised knees. "Damnit...yes. She--she's all I can think about."

Po smiled at him, a bit fondly he thought. "Yeah, she is pretty darn awesome. And not too bad on th' eyes either." At Tai Lung's sharp look, he hurriedly added, "Not that I'm lookin' or anything. Tigress'd skin me alive if I did, an' I got a girl already."

"Damn straight, on both counts." The snow leopard eyed him suspiciously a few moments more, then settled back, allowing his gaze to unfocus as he stared off across the gardens, into the distant mist-wreathed mountains but not truly seeing them...just a pair of ruby-gold eyes. "I just...I don't feel whole without her near. She means everything to me. The way she looks at me, smiles at me, just for me. How she says my name. Just her voice in general, especially when she gets that bloody arousing purr in it...how her paws feel when she runs them over my shoulders, down my back, to the base of my tail..." He shivered in ecstasy at recalling the sensation. "The look in her eyes as she slips my shirt off, how her fur feels as I remove her vest..."

"Whoa, whoa, major TMI there, buddy!" The panda backed away, looking very disturbed, and Tai Lung didn't blame him; he'd completely forgotten who he was talking to, running off at the mouth as he became so caught up in Tigress, and now he was absolutely mortified. He'd talked about something like this? In front of Po?

Meanwhile, the Dragon Warrior was continuing in a very strained tone of voice as he ducked his head and shaded his eyes with one paw, as if he were actually trying to block away unwanted visions. "I already got an eyeful when you an' Tigress were goin' crazy all over th' Palace...I don't need--gah!"

He knew he shouldn't, but between his pride smarting at both his overly-revealing monologue and his ignominious defeat, and his body itself physically hurting, he couldn't help it. "Now you know how I felt that day in the kitchen, when Mantis and Viper were being too nosy about your sex life."

Po narrowed his green eyes in annoyance. "Ya know, I didn't exactly enjoy that much myself. Well...maybe a little. At the end."

The snow leopard sighed again. "I suppose you're right. Sorry for overdoing it there...is it bad for you too?"

Once, the panda wouldn't have answered him, at least not without a lot of hemming, hawing, and blushing, but in the past several months he'd become a lot more candid and comfortable with such conversations. "Not as bad as for you, Tai...nobody's got a libido like you an' Tigress." He chuckled ruefully, then rubbed the back of his neck. "But...Jia can sure come close. An' I never thought this'd happen, but while she's away, I've started to miss it like I do her." He stared off into the distance himself now.

Tai Lung glanced down and flushed. "Er...well, at least it looks like you don't need a belt anymore, panda."

Po flinched, turned bright red, and hurriedly covered himself. "Crap! Um...uh...gotta think icky thoughts...Mantis. Crane. Together! Dressed up like a pair of xi sang!" He blew air out of his cheeks and smiled weakly, wiping his brow in relief. "Whew, there we go, yeah...xi sang dresses, those really frilly silk numbers, the ones that'd look darn ridiculous on guys but really tight when they're on swayin' spotted hips--" Panicked, he flailed his paws in the air. "Oh no! Uh...gotta start again..."

The master of the Jade Palace stared at his brother and friend, then forced his own mind to think of the most repulsive, horrible thing he could think of--Commander Vachir and the torture he and the Anvil of Heaven had inflicted upon him at Chorh-Gom. Yes, that'll do it. Shaming, beating, bleeding, whipping--nothing arousing about that at all. Chains. Whips. Leather. Leather harnesses, straps...pants. Tigress in leather pants. Tigress bound up and held down by leather straps. Argh!

Jerking himself to his feet by sheer force of will, Tai Lung shook off the last of the dizziness and struck a low, crouching Leopard stance. "All right, enough of this idiocy! I'm going to beat this out of me whatever it takes!"

Po jumped at his harsh snarl, then eyed him warily. "Uh...when you say...'beat it outta ya'...ya don't mean...?"

Tai Lung suddenly pounced Po, growling dangerously. The Dragon Warrior reacted on instinct, taking the snow leopard's weight as they fell and kicking his feet up to send Tai Lung flying back in a beautifully executed throw. Of course this wasn't enough to rattle his brother in arms, only buying him a bit of time as Tai Lung easily turned in midair and landed in a battle position. The towering warrior glared down at the brawny panda, narrowing his glowing eyes in predatory fury, even as he guiltily realized how tempting that very prospect Po had suggested sounded.

"No, panda," he rumbled silkily. "One of us here is at least trying to keep his mind out of the gutter." He brought both fists up in Dragon Claws. "C'mon, let's fight!"

"Are you sure...? I mean, all that huffin' an' puffin', gettin' our blood pumpin'...it was kinda workin' us both up..." He sounded understandably reluctant, but the spotted feline had had enough.

"If you don't defend yourself, Po, I'm going to smash your bloody tenders! Then you won't have to worry about your little problem anymore," he purred darkly, suggestively.

"Jeez! Remind me t' stay away from ya when you're this cranky over not gettin' any." The panda smirked. "An' there ya are, talkin' about my bod again. I mean, I knew bein' th' Dragon Warrior made me all cool an' awesome, but I didn't know it made me sex--"

With a frustrated, extremely pissed yowl, Tai Lung lunged for Po again, but the panda, it seemed, had been working him up and using his anger against him yet again, easily dodging his fist with a backbend Monkey must have taught him. Laughing, he flipped back upright, whirled in a roundhouse, and the fight was on again.

It was a quick one--as much because of their already heightened pulses, and other bodily functions, and a desire to escape the still-lingering heat of the day as it was due to each of their needs to prove themselves the superior fighter--but had a light-hearted feeling to it all the same. It was a beautiful evening, and the snow leopard's fury at being baited and taunted by his opponent was soon fading until, as had begun happening with a pleasing regularity since he gained more control over his legendary temper, he was actually enjoying their sparring as if it were sport. About Po's feelings on the matter, there could be no question--that gleeful, happy-go-lucky grin the Dragon Warrior wore whenever he got to employ kung fu at all, let alone against or alongside his heroes, was right back on his broad face again. That, as much as the rest, was a much better distraction from his lusts than trying to think unsexy thoughts.

And yet, with every jump, and every movement, the feline could feel his...substantial endowment jostling about in his pants, and he could tell from Po's expression that the panda was having a similar experience. Against his will, despite everything, it was an extremely pleasurable feeling, and one he at least noticed more than usual.

Tai Lung had been used to it for years, of course, as he always had hung rather loose, hence his baggy garments. It was a secondary function, naturally, with freedom of movement being the primary one...but he couldn't deny that that most critical consideration for any warrior, and especially an agile one such as he, did make an excellent cover for his...not-so-little problem. It was certainly not a topic he had ever discussed with anyone--except Tigress, since he had sworn never to keep secrets from her again and this particular one was actually an excellent way he could still brag about himself and get away with it.

Ever since puberty and his first up-close encounters with other men, whether the guards and soldiers of the temple and village or the students of other academies who came to test themselves against him, he had been quite aware of just how he rated below the belt. He had dismissed it at the time, being sworn as he was to a higher calling, a path of enlightenment and spirituality (at least, that had...been the intent...), but it was a fact nonetheless, one which had most likely fueled his sense of pride and, er, cockiness. Even his choice to 'rise above' the desires of the flesh (was everything going to have an innuendo to it now?) functioned as another form of this, he realized now with a pained wince--that if he wanted to, if he felt like it, he could display his true masculine prowess and stun everyone with his feats in the bedroom, not just the kung fu arena. That choosing not to not only acted as another point in his favor, another sign he was attaining the purity of the Dragon Warrior, it let him be more than smug about it all...that here had so much to work with, yet it remained off-limits, only to be admired from afar, and surely yearned for all the more.

Magnanimously (or so he saw it in his own mind), he had deflected any accusations of narcissism and arrogance by allowing how many did not have to accommodate themselves in the same way he did, that this gave them less to be concerned about protecting in a fight, less of a distraction to worry about. Yet now that he had admitted to himself just how gifted he was, had proven it with Tigress, and with blushing humility rather than superiority, he found he felt prouder of it than he ever had before, this time in the right way.

What he wasn't proud of, however, was how his erection refused to obey him this evening...and that what initially seemed to have stemmed from Tigress's enforced absence was only getting stronger and harder to resist...the more he stayed in close quarters with Po.

It was difficult not to be close since they were currently engaged in close combat. They were too near for kicking, reverting to a rapid but fluid series of different punches and equally fast blocks. Being taller, Tai Lung continually tried to knock Po off balance, and the bear was having to duck or spin to give himself distance from his opponent. Soon, Tai Lung had him up against a wall, and having nowhere else to go, Po would have to think quickly. An odd calm appeared on his face, and the snow leopard tensed, for he knew some of the panda's best inspiration came from being, at least proverbially, up against the wall. Tai Lung quickly threw a punch which the Dragon Warrior suddenly cross-blocked, pinning it against the cat's own chest, and swiftly did the same with his other punch. Po then pulled his arms back and lunged forward with his palms into the leopard's chest, knocking Tai Lung back a step. He then sank down into a horsestance to lower his center of gravity and began a series of rapid blows. His arms moved fast, blocking everything thrown at him.

Tai Lung was impressed with the technique and Po's speed. The panda was getting faster all the time through their training. He also noticed how much stronger the panda's arms had become. They were roughly the same girth around as they'd always been, but now they were sculpted and obviously muscled. His paws somehow even looked larger, attached securely to thick wrists. He shook his head to get rid of such thoughts...and he needed to concentrate anyway.

The spotted feline settled into a pattern of punches and low kicks before backing off only to swoop in again before Po could break away from the wall. It was quickly becoming a game of outwaiting the other, but it was giving them both ample time to admire each other. In particular, Tai Lung could clearly see a great mound in the panda's pants. It looked very impressive, and unlike a short time ago when the bear had done all he could to conceal himself, he did not yet seem aware of it. It stuck up past his waist hem, a hem that had been taken in little by little over the course of his training as he lost weight. Po would never be slim, as that was not natural for one of his species, but he was certainly fitter-looking now that Tai was letting himself take a truly good look. He had a large, broad body, huge shoulders, and a more bulky chest that his current stance was showing off to good effect.

It was a very masculine image, he thought with surprise, realizing he had never thought of Po as masculine at all. Whether because of his irrepressibly childish nature, his interest in and mastery of the feminine skill of cooking, his species, or because he didn't want to admit it of the one who had received the Dragon Scroll in his stead, he had mocked and belittled the panda from their first meeting...and even after changing his outlook, becoming kinder, more understanding, and a true hero who could admit when he needed allies and even enjoyed fighting alongside the best of the best...he still found himself, to his chagrin, instinctively dismissing Po's manliness. This was, after all, the one he'd had to coach and push and prod before he would ever make a move or admit his true feelings to Jia.

Then again, look at where those two ended up, and just what his sultry sweetheart said about his prowess during that kitchen conversation, by the by... Flinching guiltily at how he had treated Po that day, the snow leopard forced himself to admit the truth, if only to himself. Even as he continued to fight, his body luckily slipping instinctively into familiar stances and moves, punches and kicks and special maneuvers gleaned from the Thousand Scrolls which the habit of years of arduous training now made second-nature to him, Tai Lung faced what was truly in his heart and soul, just as he had during the painful, long-suffering process of his redemption. This was nowhere near as terrible and dark as what he had found there then...but it still made him ashamed.

And why was that? Was it because he found the idea of a kung fu warrior--let alone the Dragon Warrior--being a fat butterball, ludicrous, even on some level insulting? But that was wrong, dismissing Po for his weight not only ignored the fact that pandas were simply naturally pudgy creatures, with no meaning or stigma attached to that, but the snow leopard knew damned well how many great masters had been members of numerous species, all with varying attributes, sizes, strengths, and limitations, yet they were all formidable. There had even been a great panda warrior centuries before, Nen Hui, as Mei Ling had attested to. His arrogance, and his own large stature, had blinded him in more ways than one.

Right then. He whirled in a roundhouse that Po ducked with a rapid twist--the panda was rarely ever struck by those any more, but it did at least get him out of position for a few essential seconds--then brought up a Monkey Claw to aim toward the small of his back. Check that off my list of excuses. What else?

Initially he could claim he'd only made such insults to demoralize Po, to make him easy pickings should they actually come to blows over the scroll. Or when that failed to make an impression, because he did not want to believe that after all his years of slaving away, breaking his bones, and building his body into the peak of masculine strength--Tai Lung paused in spite of himself to tense his huge shoulders, an act that also made his white-furred pectorals ripple and bounce--that after all of this, the title he had been certain would be his had gone instead to an out-of-shape, inexperienced...big, fat panda. That had been a blow to his ego, no question there. But after all that had happened, all he had learned, how he had changed and come to respect and admire Po's tenacity, wisdom, and heart, not to mention his natural kung fu skills... It makes no bloody sense.

Lashing his tail out in a Viper strike that actually managed to hurl Po off his feet even if he did tuck and roll back up again in a few split seconds (and it hadn't even required a ribbon!), the master of the Jade Palace gritted his teeth. He couldn't even blame his treatment of the panda on any thoughts that the noodle chef might have sexual designs on him. All of Po's hero worship aside, Tai Lung knew that relationships between men, while not the norm, were hardly rejected and considered immoral, either. And while the few times he had allowed himself to contemplate sexual matters over the years had focused for the most part on women, the snow leopard had to admit that there was nothing emasculating about desiring another man--quite the opposite, in fact, especially if said man was as massive, powerful, and virile as the warriors he had fought in his day. Twenty years in Chorh-Gom, in the company of a thousand rhinos who wished only to beat and abuse him, and if they had had their way would have raped him as well, had gone far toward cooling any ardor he might have had in that direction.

Or so he'd thought. He'd been wrong about the pleasures of the flesh, after all--as he had discovered that night at the inn in Yunxian, as he had discovered repeatedly and in blissful ecstasy with Tigress. And he'd been wrong about this, too.

Because aside from the fact he had actually gotten to learn what all the fuss was about and spend some rather erotic time with another man, he realized now, as he stared at the panda sparring with him, that what he had observed about Po was certainly true. He was strong and powerful, in his own way if not quite the way Tai Lung himself was, naturally gifted at kung fu...and very gifted with his manhood, it seemed. Perhaps, if his eyes were not deceiving him, slightly more so in some respects than the snow leopard! Which made him wonder with a frown why Po had been so embarrassed ever since his arousal had caught Tai Lung's attention, why he had attempted as much as possible to keep it hidden--he had nothing to be ashamed of. Not to mention that he, too, had been shooting sidelong glances and furtive looks at his much more muscular, massive, manly opponent...

And the fact Po had been doing so only made Tai Lung's guts twist up all the more. Not because he was disgusted by the panda. In all honesty, far from it, something he knew now, could no longer deny thanks to his lack of release bringing it to the fore, even as it also could not be blamed simply on the heat.

Because even as the snow leopard's musk was becoming all the more potent...and not just from his exertions...the Dragon Warrior's scent was also doing his beefier body justice...as well as inflaming Tai Lung's own needs. He wondered idly what it would be like to caress that chest...

No! But... He tore his mind away from that thought, suddenly dropped low to sweep his leg under Po's stance, which this time the panda only just managed to evade, and then quickly escaped with a double somersault, landing several paces away, taking a Tiger stance that showed off his large, powerful arms. He knew even as he did so that the move had given his brother warrior a perfectly clear view of his achingly swollen, throbbing groin even as he'd flipped away...and that part of him enjoyed it. Had wanted him to see. After all, if the Dragon Warrior himself found him worthy of ogling...

Smiling rather craftily to himself, Tai Lung let out a very different sort of low, rumbling growl. Fine. So we're both too sodding eager to have a hump, thanks to our better halves, and if we don't get a wank or something soon we'll burst! And...we're looking far too good to each other. Well, if he wants to keep looking at me, I'll give him an eyeful...

Tai Lung grinned, letting his arms fall to his sides, as if he were completely unconcerned that his opponent was so close. Slowly, casually, he began to stride toward a nearby corner of the outer palace wall that surrounded the gardens they had made their training arena--but all the while he kept his gaze on Po, specifically on his magnificent bulge. In that corner stood a small rack with a modest assortment of weapons which he had brought out from the kwoon before they began, just in case. He picked up a short staff, less than half the length of a normal gun. It was fashioned of a dark, well-polished wood and relatively new. Tai Lung held it roughly parallel to his own tenting sex and slowly stroked his fingers up along the girth of the staff, purring loudly. It was a very obvious double-entendre that even one as naive and still-clueless as Po was could not miss. The spotted cat suddenly sent the weapon spinning like a wheel at Po, who caught it deftly, demonstrating how sharp his reflexes had become. The bear looked inquisitively at it before cutting his gaze back to Tai Lung.

The master of the Jade Palace picked and chose his words with careful deliberation. "I think," he drawled as he picked up a_qiang_ and stood tall, showing off everything he could to full effect, "we should work out with our weapons for a while."

From the way Po was smirking, but also quite red in the face, the panda had clearly discerned the double meaning...and if he read him right, was actually willing to follow through, even if he couldn't voice it aloud. But before he could make another cutting remark, Tai Lung acted--leaping from a standing start to lunge forward and down, the qiang slashing in a wide crescent at the panda's legs, forcing him to leap off the ground with a startled cry. "Hey! What's the big--"

"Really, panda, after all this time, everything Shifu, the Five, and I have taught you, you still haven't learned the most basic lesson?" With a smug grin, the snow leopard slashed again and again, never stopping, never giving Po a chance to pause, breathe, or take stock. "Always keep moving, and keep your enemy unbalanced so he can't focus!"

The Dragon Warrior let out another wild cry as he just barely dodged the spear blade, then shot him a resentful look. "Yeah, but I'm not your enemy! Don'tcha think you're gettin' a little too into it? That's not a practice blade you're swingin'!"

No, but something else will be swinging quite soon, he thought salaciously. Aloud, he let out a lusty, boisterous roar. "You are when we're sparring, panda! Because you know damn well that in a real fight, your enemy's not going to take it easy on you. And while I'm not your enemy--" He slashed again, and again, and again, each motion forcing the panda to leap, twist, do the splits in mid-air, and otherwise evade him as he was backed toward the garden wall. "--I am...your...opponent!"

Po let out a strangled grunt as he once more just managed to miss being struck...or so he thought. "Okay, ya got a point there, Tai, but that doesn't...mean...you can..." He trailed off, his cheek fur a brighter red than ever before, with the flush visibly working its way down his throat and even up to his ears, for each of the strikes the snow leopard had made which had seemingly missed had actually been completely on-target...and with the last of the swift, surgical slices he'd made in the panda's shorts, they had fallen away to lie in pieces around his ankles, completely exposing the bear's groin to view.

In spite of himself, Tai Lung couldn't hold back an audible gasp; while the swollen bulge in those shorts had certainly made Po's ample size clear, nothing could have prepared him for its true dimensions. It was a proper dark pink in hue, almost maroon, with a thickly-proportioned glans pushing out of a very taut and ample foreskin, and it had a matching set of balls that, were he flaccid, would still be completely visible on either side of it. But since he was in fact erect, it stood up in a beautiful curve along the panda's belly...and not only was it rigid and unyielding, its tip wet and gleaming with the fluid that was running in a long, trickling stream down the underside even as he watched, but it was thick. Extremely thick. As in, the thickness of the snow leopard's wrist. His mouth began to water.

Managing an even sultrier grin, the spotted feline rumbled seductively. "Panda...I haven't the faintest idear why you've been keeping that under wraps for so long. Now I know why Jia won't let you out of your bedroom any more than Tigress will with me. You are more than worthy to be my brother."

Po stared at him in disbelief...then slowly he returned a very warm, suggestive smile of his own. "No fair. I can't see yours...that well."

"If you want it," Tai Lung purred, taking a battle stance, "then you'll have to fight for it." His cock pointed out along with his qiang; he was no longer bothering to conceal how much he wanted the giant panda.

"Okay."

Po's sudden move startled the snow cat but also impressed him as he watched the huge bear turn a back flip towards the wall and sprang off of it, coming at Tai like a rocket. The leopard dropped into a split, his qiang coming up over his head defensively to block his opponent's strike, only to find out it was exactly what Po had wanted. He watched the spear blade at the end of his staff get knocked off and soar into the air as Po twisted to land in front. Tai Lung swept his leg up, just missing Po's chin, and flipped onto his feet. The spear finally come down from its arc, and Po caught it easily, grinning wider than ever as he took a Tiger stance.

"Nicely done," Tai Lung remarked. He had in fact been extremely impressed with how fast and dexterous Po had been. The panda could still surprise him, and that alone made him worthy in the snow leopard's eyes to be his brother. Nevertheless, they were still sparring, and he had to keep his attention off the panda's impressive sex for the time being, or he was going to lose the match.

Tai Lung launched into a series of quick thrusts with his staff, playing with the bear and allowing them all to be deflected. He suddenly made a shallow jump, spinning and swiftly bringing the staff around with great force toward Po's right side, the one on which he held the spear, knocking the bear off balance. He charged the staggering Po, making another thrust at his wide, target-like eyes. Po was forced into a backbend over a small table that had held a metal pitcher and tin cups. The snow leopard suddenly leapt up, and with a loud battle cry, brought the staff crashing down. Po only rolled out of the way just in time before the feline's staff smashed the table to pieces.

"Think fast!" Po taunted as he tossed a piece of the table like a discus at his opponent, still on the ground. The move purchased him enough time to get close and slash strategically at his brother's signature purple trousers.

Tai Lung had deflected with one arm the table piece and quickly turned to clothesline the panda that had scampered behind him. He felt his trousers falling away, only the ends of the leg openings remaining and keeping the garment pathetically around his feet. He was a little irritated at having been matched so quickly as that, but he was otherwise too horny to be a bad sport as he eyed his brother lying several feet away on the ground. Po pushed himself up with one arm and wiped some blood from his muzzle where he had been struck, looking extremely pleased with himself in spite of it. Tai Lung also noticed that the bear's gaze was very firmly locked on his own hard cock now impressively on display.

"Think fast!" Po said again and sent the spear hurtling forward and between Tai Lung's legs, imbedding itself in the trunk of a tree. He laughed, posting his fists on his hips and not seeming to mind his nakedness any more; in fact he seemed to be flaunting it. "I had to aim pretty low there, buddy. Your tenders practically hang halfway to the ground!"

Tai Lung raised one large foot, stood on the remains of his trousers, and used his other leg to tear them away. They were useless now...and unneeded.

"I'll thank you kindly not to throw pointy objects at my genitals, Po," he rumbled, his voice now thick with lust. "I do thank you for the compliment, however. Even if it was exaggerated. Slightly." He was not quite as thick as Po, but certainly extended further over balls that were like large apples, covered in the softest, purest white fur with flecks of grey around the edges nearest to his legs, an attractive contrast to his shiny, ebony-hued shaft--which, while it wasn't quite as thick as the Dragon Warrior's, was more than girthy enough to satisfy (again, as he knew for a fact from experience), on a par with the bear's wrist, rather appropriately. Musk was pouring off of him now, especially from underneath the hood covering his own head, and he could smell Po just as readily.

He stood there for what seemed like an eternity, just staring once more at the panda. He noticed more than ever just how strong his legs were, like trunks attached to his body. They were very substantial and powerful-looking. He suddenly thought of Zhuang, wondering if he had looked similar, being such a large man himself. He had been immediately attracted to the bull the moment he laid eyes on him. If matters had been otherwise... Tai Lung had to grin. He never thought he would have compared Zhuang and Po like this. To his distinct pleasure, the idea actually turned him on even more!

The snow leopard had been standing there so long, he was rather surprised the panda hadn't begun teasing him again, this time about not following his own advice and staying focused on the fight, or even hinting that he'd become enamored of the Dragon Warrior's "sexy bod" again. Except when he snapped out of his reverie he saw that it was Po who was still staring in distraction at Tai Lung's pulsing, aching manhood. Smirking to himself, he uncrossed his arms and slowly, calmly, walked across the garden to where the panda was still standing frozen, his green eyes full of desire but not taking up a battle stance. Inhaling deeply of the bear's musk, he stopped when they were only a short distance apart. He could feel the heat radiating from Po, could feel him quiver with need.

Without warning, with all the confidence and dominance that had always guided him, Tai Lung gave in to all the burgeoning desire within him, kissing the Dragon Warrior passionately.

It was a shock to both of them--he had never kissed another man before, as his one and only time had been with a man far more interested in passionate, feral rutting than in intimacy, and he was fairly certain neither had Po--yet somehow it felt good, instinctively right, and neither of them fought it. After a few moments of stunned stiffness in which he just let it happen, the panda seemed to melt, an amorous groan escaping his muzzle as he let the snow leopard take the lead but eagerly reciprocated, and Tai Lung took advantage of this--working their lips together hungrily, needfully, his tongue curling and twisting as it explored and claimed every bit of the bear's mouth, tasted him in a way he never imagined he would. It was a fierce and possessive gesture, yet at the same time it lingered, lasting longer and longer as he discovered what a man Po was...and how much he liked it.

Their bodies were pulled together by his grip around the panda's broad shoulders, thick-furred muscles rubbing against one another as they ground and stroked together...not just their chests and bellies, but their groins as well. The sensation was indescribable, and while he'd felt it before, it had not been quite like this. To have it be Po this time made it feel more wonderfully arousing than ever... Their shafts were pressed together as if meant to caress one another, each of their curves a perfect complement to the other, and the panda's flesh, as hard as iron, was as thick and desperate for release as the snow leopard's. He could feel both of them becoming increasingly damp and slick as their tips leaked long, slippery trails of fluid with each thrusting motion, dripping more and more as they became uncontrollably aroused.

Po moaned aloud--and then, as his paws were roaming and caressing over the panda's black-furred back, Tai Lung finally struck. Once at the nerve points in each shoulder, waves of golden chi rippling in the air as the paralysis of the Leopard Claw flowed down his arms until they went limp, then froze in place; then in a mirror image at each hip, doing the same to his legs.

"Wh-what? Tai?" The Dragon Warrior stared at him in consternation, swiftly turning to annoyance and sullen fury--at himself. "Aww, man! I fell for it_again_!"

Chuckling with a very self-satisfied smirk, the master of the Jade Palace watched as his erstwhile opponent slowly toppled to the ground, his limbs still stiffened and bent for an embrace that now left them at awkward angles. "That's what happens when you let your guard down, panda. And when I finally know all your weak points...and you have more of them, now that you've turned some of that flab into muscle. Not that I'm complaining."

From the grassy ground, Po eyed him accusingly, resentfully, yet somehow he couldn't suppress a grin. "Why you...you...dirty cheat!"

"Now, now," he chided. "We never agreed to any rules at the outset, let alone that pressure strikes weren't allowed. And I've been wanting to use them like this for a good, long time." Licking his lips, he gazed down at the one part of the panda which was still...upright, which he knew would still be irresistibly stiff even if the rest of him wasn't.

Purposefully, with feral and carnal intent, Tai Lung approached his side again, already beginning to bend, then kneel down beside him. "I win," he purred darkly, his paw reaching toward the panda's throbbing shaft. "But I think that means we both have..." The snow leopard bent over and kissed Po once more as his enormous, callused paw began moving slowly up and down the bear's cock. He took it slowly, his free paw gently cupping Po's cheek. He carefully disengaged and looked down at the Dragon Warrior, smiling with uncharacteristic tenderness.

"Trust me, brother," Tai Lung said softly. "I won't hurt you."

"I do trust you, Tai." And how amazing it was to hear someone say that, even after all this time.

The spotted cat slowly lowered his nose to the white-furred chest, taking in the bear's scent that he'd been so aroused by and yearning for for so long, eventually rubbing his face in it...until his nose happened upon one of Po's concealed nipples. He extended his rough tongue and carefully, almost thoughtfully, caressed the top of the hardened skin. He immediately noticed that Po's entire body tensed in pleasure, his breathing picked up, and soon he was moaning loudly as Tai Lung stimulated it more firmly. He hummed in amusement, grinning to himself, as he continued until he started to feel pre flowing over his paw. The snow leopard looked down and saw the panda's cock pouring out a continuous warm, clear stream, telling him he had found one hell of an erogenous zone. Well, now. This presents all manner of possibilities, doesn't it?

"You could fill a tub in an hour at this rate," Tai Lung joked. Po did not respond; he just panted as he looked up with a clearly desperate expression for his brother to continue. "Let's see what a panda really tastes like. You've already introduced me to so many new, wonderful dishes, after all." He smirked as he descended, his broad tongue lolling out, and lapped achingly slowly over the black-furred balls and up the shaft to its tip. "Mmm, you've been holding out on me, you selfish cur."

"Just suck my cock, damn it!" Po barked. He knew the panda was on edge if he would dare to take that tone, or talk like that.

"Oooh, well if you're going to be like that..."

Tai Lung let the shaft go and stood up, his own gifted endowment standing out and also gently pouring out pre onto the bear's body in thick, musky rivulets.

"What are you doing?" Po asked, a bit panicky.

"I'm enjoying myself," the big cat purred in a silky voice, stroking himself with casual pleasure and skill; he'd become quite good at this now. Shifting to stand over Po, he slowly lowered himself until he was sitting astride the bear's broad, black-and-white chest...and he confessed himself surprised. Po's fur was quite soft, and his paunch was like a great cushion. It all rested, however, on a very solid foundation of muscle, and it was all very warm. Why in the hell was I so determined to avoid embracing this man? All that ridiculous, arrogant posturing about what was proper, masculine behavior, and look what I'd been denying myself... Tai Lung made a note to actually sleep curled up with the panda tonight. For now, he had every intention of enjoying it in a rather different manner.

The snow leopard began to leisurely masturbate himself, knowing perfectly well what an arousing and virile sight he presented, arching his back to press the rigidly defined and impossibly solid bulk of his pectorals outward, sweat trickling down through the deep cleft between them as his body heat kept rising with each determined stroke--giving Po the best show in the empire, in his esteemed opinion. His cock sometimes spat pre far enough to hit the Dragon Warrior in the face, who licked it off without hesitation, to both their surprise, only to be replaced by another shot and another, something that only made the spotted cat's lips curl up with lustful pride.

Gradually, Tai Lung's substantial paw began speeding up on his extensive, girthy length...he always tried to make this last as long as possible, but invariably the sensations became so intense and his need so powerful that he would lose control and fall into a rapid-fire blur of motion; on one level it was frustrating, for one such as he who had for all his life (other than...twenty years ago...) prided himself on his sense of discipline and willpower, but at the same time it also felt so damned good to simply throw caution to the wind and give in to his desires. Not to mention the fact they were so strong even he couldn't hold them back made him rather smug in and of itself... He bared his teeth as he grunted through his clenched jaw.

"Yeah, come on, buddy. Just let it go," Po said encouragingly, his voice as kind and gentle as ever even as it slipped into a more sensual depth he'd never have imagined it could possess. He could hardly remember having ever been so turned on. His cock was so hard it hurt, even more so than the first time he'd taken matters in paw.

"Don't worry, panda, I will," Tai Lung growled, speeding up yet again, feeling himself nearing his first orgasm of the night--for he had discovered long ago to his delight (and eventually Tigress's) that there was never only one for him. A man as potent as he always needed more than one round. He dearly hoped Po was the same...and if he wasn't to begin with, then he had every intention of making him one with time and training!

Soon enough he rose up on his knees, stroking himself more and more vigorously, his glans only inches from his brother's eager mouth now. "Here...you...are, panda!" he cried out, snarling loudly as he began to explode, his seed surging like a river all over Po's upper body. His body bucked steadily, and Tai Lung reveled in the fact that he was cumming so hard he could literally feel the surges of semen surging up the underside of his member in powerful, bulging pulses before blasting out of his fat, engorged head; he'd learned this was the case the first time he achieved this glorious peak, and every time thereafter, but just now it seemed even more thrilling and wonderful to experience.

When Tai Lung had finally finished with a long, low growl and a shudder, Po was most certainly a mess, he thought with definite cockiness. Most of the black had been obscured by white. Only the area around his mouth was clean from where he had licked away as much seed as he could, having also swallowed several mouthfuls during the throes of the snow leopard's orgasm. "Well now...how'd you like that, Po?" the big cat asked, panting triumphantly as he finally let his heavy cock flop, still more than half-hard, onto his brother warrior's chest.

"That was...awesomely intense, but...could ya wipe my eyes clear, seeing as how ya paralyzed me? If I open 'em, I know I'm gonna regret it." The giant panda couldn't resist a chuckle.

"Oh, sorry," Tai Lung answered, laughing with him since he wasn't, not completely anyway--while he never wished to harm the panda, even through the burning saltiness of cum in his eyes, he still couldn't deny the fact he'd shot that much, and that far, was very pleasing for his ego. He wiped away the thick white fluid so Po could look up at him...and once those green eyes set sight on the ebony cock that was practically presented to him for pleasuring, that intense hunger came back into them. Beaming proudly, the snow leopard petted the bear's ear fondly. "Ah, ah, not just yet, panda. You'll get your chance soon enough; patience is a virtue, and all good things come to those who wait!" He smirked. "For now, it's time for you to have your turn."

Tai Lung dismounted and in an instant was poised once again between the bear's legs, reaching unerringly for Po's cock. "I want to sample your main course. And as you know full well, Dragon Warrior, I always get what I want..."

He thought the panda was about to make a smart remark, but before he could do so, the snow leopard brought his muzzle down to hover once more above that extremely girthy, dark pink member, exhaling his hot breath slowly over the tender flesh. Immediately Po squeezed his eyes shut and clenched his jaw tight--he knew if the Dragon Warrior had still been able to move he'd have seized up and dug his fingers into the garden's soil and gravel. Grinning to himself, the spotted feline opened his blocky jaw wide, took a deep breath through his nose...and swallowed nearly the entire thing in one go.

For a moment Tai Lung thought that he'd once again allowed his overweening pride to get the better of him, making him bite off more than he could chew (though for Po's sake thankfully not quite literally)--for the panda's penis was so thick, and just large enough, that even with his maw opened as wide as it was, he nearly choked on it. Only by a deep breath through his nostrils (that filled his nose once again with that divine bear musk he found himself increasingly unable to resist) and a feline's quick instincts letting him loosen his throat and relax his tongue did he keep from gagging and spitting it out. Damnit. Still haven't learned that lesson yet, have you, you bloody idiot? Patience...don't get...cocky...

If his mouth hadn't still been full, he'd have at least snorted, if not started outright laughing.

After a few more long moments of recovery during which he kept his claws dug deeply into the ground to support his trembling body while he acclimatized to having his jaw so gaping and stuffed full, and eased his breathing to a steady rate again, Tai Lung finally looked up at his prey and saw to his satisfaction that Po didn't look much better. In fact he was still panting and moaning, his broad features twisted in an agony of intense arousal. It was an expression he'd never dreamed of seeing there in a million years...and just as unbelievable to him was how pleased it made him, how much he wanted to see it.

Taking one more slow, long breath through his nose, the snow leopard rose up at last until he had slid off the slippery member, leaving only its uncut head resting upon his tongue, the foreskin pulled back just enough to let his tip leak heavily. Then, after swirling his tongue around to catch every sweet, pungent drop (something that made Po whimper and cry out all the more), he began to slowly but surely take him back in again...rising up and down, bobbing his head along that ample shaft as he turned it this way and that to get at every inch of the fragrant flesh. Like the panda himself, it was unique; being a dextrous and agile cat, Tai Lung had fairly quickly learned how to bend so as to lick and even suck his own sex, but this tasted quite different. Earthier, richer, but just as musky in its own way. What surprised him even more than the flavor was how swiftly his mouth was watering for it; even his spicy Tigress didn't taste like this. He wanted more.

Pulling his claws free of the ground, he brought both paws up between Po's thighs (much more beefy now than they used to be) and, since he could easily remain upright and kneeling on his own, used them to begin kneading and fondling the bear's very large, dense balls...they were so full, bulging out their sac impressively. He could only imagine how much they held, and he wanted to know so badly. And yet, a thought flickered through his brain, a dark and naughty one he knew he couldn't resist...

Faster and faster he thrust his muzzle, taking Po further back the more practiced and skilled he became until he was slipping the panda's glans in and out of his gullet in a regular rhythm and with a very lewd popping sound, timing it properly so he could also swallow down each potent shot of pre whenever it emerged from his throat. The flavor was somehow intensifying, the fluid coming out becoming even more viscous, and the panda was making increasingly strangled and delightful sounds--especially whenever he quite deliberately slipped his tongue tip beneath the bear's foreskin to flick and lap at his frenulum. He could feel it, feel those weighty orbs pulling up close to his brother warrior's body, feel his shaft becoming even more rigid and meaty...

And right before he knew Po would explode, he sent a surge of golden chi through his palms and fingers, right into his balls--locking up the muscles there too, blocking and holding back his load.

"What?!" The panda's cry burst out of him as if he'd just been stabbed in the rump. "No, doooooooon't...!" It was the same as he'd said during their battle for the Dragon Scroll what seemed a lifetime ago now, when the nerve strike had been unable to penetrate flab and fur and had only succeeded in tickling him...but the way he said it now was quite different. Not on the verge of bursting out laughing, but hoarse, husky, and desperate.

Even Tai Lung didn't know if this was some obscure form of vengeance so long after the fact, or if he simply enjoyed knowing he literally held the panda's pleasure in his paws and wanted to extend it as long as possible. All he knew was he wanted to...keep it up as long as possible. So after pulling back to work his sore jaw, get his breathing back under control, and let Po slowly come down from his dazed high, he almost gently tapped those churning balls to release the chi blocking them...and then once again began licking, lapping, and sucking that slippery shaft.

Once again he lost track of time as he became lost in his devoted ministrations--after how worked up both of them had become, and how long he personally had been denying his attraction to the bear, he was determined to make up for it and give them both what they were owed. All he knew was the increasingly delicious aroma and taste assaulting him, how it burned into his nose and sang on his tongue, so strong it had his own member harder than steel, constantly spurting and dripping pre as if he hadn't even released at all. He knew if he got the chance, if their significant others would allow it, he'd be sampling Po again as often as he could. Who d'you think you're kidding? Jia would pay for the chance to watch this. And with a little coaxing, Tigress might not be far behind. Or maybe she and Jia would be interested in a bit of mud-wrestling...

Distracted by that very arousing thought, he almost missed it when Po's nuts started clenching up against his groin again. Just in time, he managed to strike them again with another burst of golden light. Now he knew the bear was whimpering. "Please...please, Tai..." he begged. "You gotta unblock me..."

Rising back up and sitting back on his haunches, the master of the Jade Palace smirked slyly. "Come now, Po. Don't tell me that doesn't feel damned good. Doesn't it?"

It took several minutes for him to answer, and when he did it was clearly with extreme reluctance--but also an odd hunger. "Yes..."

"Well then. Perhaps this will put it all in perspective...how many yuan are you willing to bet that there's not a man down in the village who could withstand such a thing as long as you have, let alone multiple times?" He allowed the genuine admiration he felt to creep into his voice; if their roles were switched, he would likely be able to weather it too...but he couldn't quite be sure... Regardless, he was proud of him.

Looking up with a sweaty brow and flushed cheeks, Po finally managed a small but genuine smile. "Ya got a point there, big guy. Okay. Okay, keep goin' then."

"Don't worry, it won't be much longer..." Of course he wasn't going to tell him just how much longer.

This time, when he was once again in position and almost lovingly suckling that even more slippery and sticky, reddened length, Tai Lung did something he once had never thought he'd do to any man, let alone the Dragon Warrior. Carefully, gently, but with deliberate and skillful motions, he stroked and caressed, rubbed and kneaded, around and over the tight, dark opening between the panda's rumpcheeks...and soon enough, in time with each bob of his head and swallow around Po's glans he was working that thick digit in and out, penetrating deeper and gradually loosening the muscular ring that, gods willing, would be accepting his own ebony leopardhood in due time.

It was easier than he'd thought it would be--either because Po was already so aroused or because his massaging touch was just the right mix of soothing and firm--so that by the time those orbs were throbbing powerfully and practically radiating heat in his palms, that ring had also become incredibly pliant and relaxed, allowing him to plunge in and out of that almost molten opening with an ever-faster and vigorous speed, all the way down to the knuckle. Not that one finger was anywhere near enough to make space for Tai Lung's maleness, but one step at a time.

The noises coming from Po's mouth now were like nothing he'd ever heard before, certainly not from the bear...alternating between high-pitched cries and huffing, rumbling growls that wouldn't sound at all out of place uttered by the snow leopard himself! Something about that thought made Tai Lung even more fiery with lust... Yet again he felt that pulsing building up inside Po's sac and shaft, harder and more intense than ever before--and as heard his brother warrior's voice drop another pitch and his sounds became muffled between clenched teeth, he struck the panda's balls a third time with his nerve strike.

"Oh, _ FUCK _ you, Tai!! You fucking, fucking bastard!!"

In spite of himself the snow leopard started laughing. "I wondered what it would take to get that out of you. Such language, panda. You kiss Jia with that mouth, do you?"

The ferocious growl, the one which proved Po was as much a predator as Tai Lung himself, never left his voice, even as it was also joined by a seductive fierceness. "That's not all I do. But if you don't let me cum in the next few seconds, then as soon as I'm able t' move you're gonna find out just what I can do t' your manhood."

There was enough of a genuine threat in those words to give the snow leopard pause and make him swallow hard. But it wasn't just because his friend had taken another level that he relented, he told himself--he'd intended it all along. "Well if you're going to be that way about it..." And as he bent down to exhale once more and draw his tongue tip salaciously against the still quivering panda shaft that was right on the edge of release, he unblocked the chi holding his groin muscles in place.

In an instant Po let out a sound so close to a roar that the spotted feline couldn't call it anything else. The force of the orgasm must have been enough, along with the unblocking, to break through the paralysis, because the panda was suddenly moving again, although only to arch his back and clench his fists in the ground as he cried out again and again into the humid air. Tai Lung couldn't focus much on that though...as his field of vision was literally eclipsed by white. It wasn't just shots, it was veritable geysers of cream fountaining from his quivering tip, each one larger and thicker and more copious than the previous! They shot high and they shot far, past the panda's head to form a growing puddle on the nearest path...splattering all over his snarling face...soaking his broad chest and muscular belly...pouring down the sides of his cock to drench his already sweaty groin in the bear's essence.

And as Tai Lung finally dared to push his muzzle into the seemingly endless flow, he found it to be even stronger than his pre had been--so salty and starchy from all the vegetables and noodles the panda ate that he would have choked even on a lesser amount. But after getting used to it, he found himself craving that taste, going back for more...and so he took that mushroom head into his maw and let it gush along his tongue, gulping greedily, drinking down his reward that he'd worked so hard for, and through so much pleasure to bring to Po, as the minutes passed and the bear finally achieved what he'd been longing for--in a way that proved once and for all he was just as manly as the snow leopard, so far as he was concerned...

Finally, after many long minutes, Tai Lung sat back with a gasp and a groan, licking his lips and muzzle clean of panda seed, then rubbing his paw over his face to similarly wipe it out of his eyes and fur. Looking up at the weary but triumphant Dragon Warrior, who was weakly struggling to hold his head up off the ground, he smirked broadly. "Well now. I think you can say that was definitely worth the wait, Po."

The panda laughed, a blissful smile still curling his lips as he braced himself as best he could with one paw. "Ya got me there, Tai. But do ya mind if next time, I'm th' one who decides how long and how often I hold back? I know you're a slave-driver an' ya love t' push me, but I think that'd be a better way for me t' learn."

The snow leopard nodded, a bit smugly. "Fair enough. But don't think that just because I won't be continuing that any more, it means I'm finished with you. Not by a long shot."

Surprisingly (and which also made him rather proud of his brother), Po didn't act reluctant, petulant, or resentful; instead he actually smiled, slowly at first and then more broadly. "Read my mind, buddy. You plannin' what I think you are?"

Tai Lung followed the bear's gaze downward to where his ebony leopardhood remained harder than jade, standing out proudly between his spotted, thickly-furred thighs, and he chuckled, purring with throaty seductiveness. "I most certainly am..."

Of course, what he had in mind might not have been what Po expected after all, beyond "more sex," since instead of grasping the panda's legs and hoisting them up on his spotted shoulders, he straddled the bear (something he could not have done even a year or two ago, before Po lost so much weight) and placed his rigid cock atop Po's soft-furred belly as he wriggled his way up toward his face. He couldn't tell if the look on the panda's face was from the snow leopard's size or what he was offering him, but those green eyes were wide and his mouth was open and watering. Tai Lung smirked to himself.

When he was in position, he reached down and did something he never thought he'd be doing, but it felt so right--grasping the back of Po's head and pushing him up toward his waiting groin. "Open wide, panda," he purred. "You're going to have to if you expect to take it all...and if I can, so can you." He waited for the implications of that to sink in, and when the panda's jaw hung open even farther from the shock (why, yes, a cat his age could still bend well enough to pleasure himself, thank you very much!) he took advantage of it and thrust forward--driving that slick black flesh between his lips and right along his tongue with a lusty snarl.

Even as accustomed to and knowledgeable in sexual matters as he had become, the snow leopard couldn't hold back the gasp of shocked pleasure. The sensation that someone else's touch--their breath, their lips, their tongue--was being applied to his most sensitive parts instead of his own was always so different, so exquisite...but while Tigress had of course done this for him many times before, this was different yet again. Since after all, even a relative novice as Po was still remained another man, and thus knew how to pleasure men in ways no woman could. And when you added in what he'd learned from Jia...

Shuddering from head to foot, Tai Lung lashed his tail vigorously, letting out a long, low moan, and it took all his self-control not to simply slam himself down the panda's throat to the root and dig his claws into the back of his head to forcefully grind his nose in his groin fur. As it was, he still jerked forward, his shaft lurching in Po's mouth, and he felt an extremely powerful burst of pre shoot out along his brother warrior's tongue. For a moment the bear choked a bit on the amount, but then as he looked down he saw Po's green eyes had become intent with the sort of hunger usually reserved for devouring all the leftovers at the Dong Zhi feast--but this time it was the lustful sort. Shoving his muzzle forward and up, he took in as many inches as he could...and for a moment the spotted feline let his jaw drop at just how much the panda could handle.

But then he was lost to his rapture as he felt Po's tongue working at his maleness--and this time he did grip the back of that black-furred head. As if they'd rehearsed it, at the same time the panda reached up and grabbed onto the snow leopard's spotted rumpcheeks to pull him closer, Tai Lung angled and thrust in a pose of primal passion, letting out a low grunt as his glans brushed up against the back of Po's throat. Before the panda could choke he drew back, letting himself throb and his pre pool up on his tongue...only to drive in again, and again, and again.

Even though he retained control, however, the Dragon Warrior proved just how nimble and skilled he was, for with every thrust in and out of his muzzle, that tongue was doing its work--sometimes slithering and sliding deftly along the underside of Tai Lung's pulsing shaft, sometimes coiling around it to stroke and caress his ample length even as it formed another tight, wet opening for him to penetrate, and sometimes slipping beneath the snow leopard's own foreskin to swab and lap with gusto at his tender swollen glans. All of it was so determined, so intense, so very overwhelming in its pleasure that the master of the Jade Palace found himself on the verge of letting out rather unmanly mewls and whimpers. For a fleeting moment he had to think, petulantly, that once again Po had proven himself a natural at something it had taken Tai Lung months to perfect. Not that their skills weren't equal now, if his suckling of the panda earlier were any indication...

How long they continued like this, he had no idea, lost as he was in the endless bliss flowing through his loins and building up to a crescendo inside him. He only grunted and growled ever deeper, needier, and more ferally as he built up to a rutting force in Po's muzzle (rather like his very first time taking Tigress in that mountain cave) and the panda in turn braced himself against the ground so he could sit up enough to swallow the feline with greedy, fervent gulps. A bit deliriously Tai Lung even thought that the way they were perfectly matching each other in eagerness, strength, and spiraling arousal, combined with how their bodies bent and curled together in their lust, was making them even more like Yin and Yang to each other. But all he could do was drive in faster, deeper, popping himself in and out of that questing mouth and even, once Po could handle it, his throat...until he could feel himself swelling even thicker and harder, his balls drawing up, and he knew he was close. Po knew it too, drawing his tongue rapidly over and around the tip of his glans, one paw still gripping that pistoning ass while the other started groping and kneading Tai Lung's aching sac.

Finally he could take it no more--gritting his teeth until it seemed he would grind them down to nubs, the snow leopard arched his back and thrust in harder than ever, only to draw back before his head swelled too large and blocked off Po's airway completely. Gush after gush of voluminous feline seed shot from his ebony cock like fireworks going off, so much that in moments Po's mouth was overflowing, but no matter how much musky fluid poured down his chin and covered his chest, he still kept gulping and swallowing down the rest, something Tai Lung would never have expected; even Tigress couldn't always handle the strength of his flavor, but Po seemed to love it from the way his tongue kept darting about, licking and lapping up every stray drop and spurt.

The sensation was so strong on his oversensitive head that he did at last let out a long whimper, though he managed to turn it into a lusty, hoarse moan. Falling forward but catching himself with paws planted in the garden soil, he shuddered and trembled above the panda, his hips still instinctively rocking up and down, in and out, though now in a more gentle, rocking motion...riding out his orgasm and feeding Po what he hoped was the best meal of his life. You'd damned well better not be hungry after this...

Gasping and panting, he finally pulled out after a few more minutes, sitting back to rest on his haunches atop the panda's broad, thickly-set chest (which he had to admit Jia had been right about--it was quite the comfy perch). As he worked to recover from that overpowering release, chest heaving and sweat trickling down the sculpted contours of creamy-white pectorals and abdomen, he stared in a mixture of awe and admiration at Po, who was breathing just as hard and, to judge by the musk in the air, was just as aroused still as he was. "You were right, panda," he gasped, managing to get a bit of his trademark dry wit back into his tone. "You did do a few rather amazing things to my manhood."

The Dragon Warrior laughed softly, rubbing his paw over his face to wipe away what leopard seed he couldn't reach with his tongue, only to lick that up too in a surprisingly salacious manner. "Told ya so. I'm what they call...gifted." What otherwise would have come across as extremely annoying smugness now only sounded like exactly what it was--pure confidence in a talent most assuredly demonstrated. "And that ain't th' half of what I can do, buddy..."

"I believe you, Po," Tai Lung purred, dark and throaty and burning with a possessive ferocity. "But I hope at least some of those gifts involve a certain set of muscles beneath your tail, panda..." He trailed off meaningfully, looking down at the onyx saber which remained unyielding and proud between his bulky thighs. Damn do I love my constitution. "Because that's just where you'll be receiving your next lesson."

For several moments the panda stared at him with a look of extreme wariness; his eyes flicked down to that maleness that waited, throbbing and yearning to enter him, and he swallowed hard as nervous fear hovered on his face. But then this faded into determination and a definite proud eagerness, and he nodded firmly. "Darn right they do. So why don't ya start teachin' me, an' I'll show ya how good a student I am at more than kung fu..." Winking, he reached down between them and wrapped his paw around Tai Lung's length, squeezing it with a strength that as always surprised him...and made him shudder in arousal.

Another few moments passed as he gazed downward at the bear pinned beneath him, a growl of carnal hunger building within his sweat-soaked, heaving chest. Then he placed his paws on those broad, black-furred shoulders and began to slide his hips downward...dragging both his rigid leopardhood and his aching, churning sac down through the remnants of Po's incredible load, as well as the cleft between the panda's thick, hefty pecs. By the time he had worked his way over the Dragon Warrior's belly and had ground his package over and past Po's own ample maleness, he was quite thoroughly wet and dripping with the natural lubricant and his paws had moved farther downward onto his brother warrior's chest. Bracing himself, he grinned down naughtily.

"Time to put your yuan where your arse is," he purred with a dark, silken ferocity. And gripping the bear firmly to keep him perfectly in place, he slid the last few inches down...and as his uncut, oozing head speared beneath the panda's own well-filled balls, he worked it upwards again, pressing and grinding until the plump dark glans forced its way into that virginal opening with the clenching of his spotted thighs and rump.

Needless to say, those green eyes widened like noodle bowls, for even with the slickness that only increased with each passing moment, he was still incredibly tight while Tai Lung was extremely thick. But the snow leopard bent closer and exhaled a rumbling growl along with the words, "Relax, panda. Just breathe like you're meditating." Instinctively Po obeyed and he watched the anguish and tension that had been filling his eyes melt into relief, bewildered wonder...and longing bliss. Tai Lung rather feared a similar look was on his blocky features, for in spite of himself he couldn't hold back a moan as he felt that thick, muscular ring give way, letting him slide further into a wet heat and pressure like none he'd ever felt before. Suddenly he found himself having to breathe the same way, and he bit his lip as his hips shifted, starting to grind and work his member around in slow circles to stretch the panda open.

As he carefully worked his groin back and forth, up and down, Po peered up at him with a look that suggested confusion as much as ecstasy. "I don't believe it...you know how t' do this?" His eyebrows lifted.

Chuckling softly beneath his breath, Tai Lung grinned...slowly and barely discernable at first, but increasingly broad and cocky. "You do recall the time Chen dropped by and wanted to have a rematch with me, this time in private?" And what a sweaty, skillful, excitingly passionate match that had been!

He waited until he saw the dawning of understanding in the younger male's eyes, knew that Po understood exactly what he was implying, what the Emperor had been hinting at when he'd said the snow leopard would return the favor 'somehow' for the tiger intervening to protect Tai Lung's privacy after his wedding. As soon as those widened eyes registered the truth, he laughed more throatily and suggestively, then thrust again--back arching and moans of rapture escaping his lips as he felt even more of that forge-like heat constricting around his member, even as it gave way under the pressure of his hips to claim that narrow passage. It felt utterly amazing; he had to have more.

"Nngghh...I gotta hear this one sometime..."

"Just keep it under your dou li, and I'll tell you everything...brother." Tai Lung leaned in, once more angling his hips and pushing forward, and kissed Po deeply yet again. Once the snow leopard had finally hilted himself (which took both a deliciously long, slow, sensuously erotic time and yet also no time at all), he had another trick up his proverbial sleeve. "Mind you, I don't think any dou li could conceal this."

He reached down and gave the bear's huge sex a squeeze, prompting a delightful moan from Po. Releasing it, he then took his time to lift each meaty leg, his paws caressing them gently, and drape them over his shoulders so he could drive good and hard into the enormous panda, just the way his hips needed to and his urges demanded. "If you want me to slow down or back off at any point, just say so, panda." Smirking teasingly, he chuckled as he pushed a bit further in without warning, making his partner squeak in surprise. "This is one lesson you don't want to take too quickly, even if you are a fast learner."

Gradually the rumbling feline began to draw back his hips and move in and out, intently watching Po's expression which was largely one of pleasure. Tai Lung suspected it might have been due to the bear's cock being stroked and rubbed between the snow leopard's abdominals and the panda's own cushioned belly, but he also couldn't help but notice that Po was focusing less on relaxing purposefully, clenching and tightening even as his ass seemed to generally loosen up. It was encouraging, as was the combination of desire and tenderness from his sworn brother.

As he began to rock more quickly, he slowly bent down over the bear, his paws reaching for Po's...and with a gentleness and softness that startled him but also felt quite right, he started nuzzling and kissing around his neck and face before locking lips with him once more. He groaned into that hot mouth as he moved, relishing the feeling of their bodies sliding against each other's, fiery and slick and wonderfully messy. The scent of rut was still coming off of them abundantly. In the spirit of the mood, Tai Lung's paws soon disengaged from Po's and slid under the bear's shoulders to embrace him tightly as he further increased his speed. Po was no less enthused, also pulling the cat closer and probing his big tongue competitively against the snow leopard's.

How long they stayed like that, he had no idea; all he knew was that he never wanted it to end. And it wasn't just because of the burning needs in his loins that, after how long his enforced absence from Tigress had made him go without, still needed to be sated...he wanted this. Po had been the first one to trust him, to believe in him...and yes, to love him. He was his best friend, his brother, but he thought it might have gone beyond that now. Tigress was his wife, his beloved, the other half of his soul...but there was still something unique and special in his relationship with the panda that he could neither describe nor explain. Like Yin and Yang, they too were two parts of a whole, each equally needed for balance...and right now, he couldn't imagine anything less than being joined with him in a manner so intimate and loving.

His paws roamed over Po's back and shoulders, kneading and groping, stroking and rubbing; instinctively he began to nibble and gnaw on the slope of the bear's neck; his growls and grunts, while still fervent, needy, and virile, slipped into a flowing, reassuring rhythm. Even as he continued angling his spotted hips to impale the panda with his impressive shaft, each motion eased by layers of his slippery pre and accompanied by a very audible and rather delectable sound as that fluid was forced out of the Dragon Warrior's rump to spill onto the garden soil and stones, he found his muzzle descending along Po's sweat-dampened chest. Even before he knew he was doing it, the snow leopard had one of the panda's nipples between his lips again, lapping and suckling at the hardened, tender flesh until his brother squirmed beneath him and let out even more satisfyingly pleasurable cries. He smiled to himself--Tigress enjoyed this same sort of activity, and truth be told so did the snow leopard, but now he knew one more he'd be partaking of this with.

"Tai..." The panda's voice was husky, rasping, desperate but also lowered into that deeper range which he found so surprisingly arousing. "Gods...is this...is this how it feels for women?!"

He chuckled. "Well, obviously I can't say for certain, but judging from the noises my Cai Yun makes...I'd say it's at least comparable."

"Who knew...guys could make each other feel th' same way?" Po's flushed face peered down at him, an indescribable look upon it--bashful, a bit giddy, but also extremely passionate. His black-furred paws reached down to latch onto Tai Lung's shoulders, tugging him closer. "Must be...a Yin an' Yang thing..."

"Oh, it's about to get even better, panda," he purred with a bestial growl as he planted his paws on the ground, bracing himself for what his loins demanded. "It's a good thing you're so bloody padded..."

The bear started to protest indignantly--then arched his back and cried out as Tai Ling slammed in all the way to the hilt once more, only to repeat it again, and again, and again...each time harder, faster, deeper, building up to the same sort of frantic lust he and Tigress had fallen into the night of their first time together. And as he'd learned on that oh-so-memorable occasion with the Son of Heaven, he ground and gyrated and churned his ebony maleness over a particularly pleasurable nub of flesh deep inside the panda's body, stoking their fires ever higher until there was no possible way they could keep from giving in to it for long. Drawing his tongue around and over Po's nipple relentlessly, he peered up from beneath his bony brows to rest his intense, golden, and supremely cocky gaze on the panda's own bright and pleading eyes. Only a little more of this, and he won't be able to help himself...

He was right. Hissing between his teeth as he gritted them together, Po whimpered and let out a growl of his own. "C'mon, Tai! Do it, I know ya wanna. An' ya know darn well I can handle it. Gimme all ya got!"

"I thought you'd never ask," he replied smugly--and instantly he let go all restraint, unleashing the full force of his prodigious muscles and the strength he had built over twenty years of solitary confinement, now turned to a quite different end than he'd ever intended for it. Pound. His hips rocked the panda's body, even with the bear still pinned in place by his paws. Grind. His aching groin rubbed against Po's upturned rump with increasing pressure, as if they could truly become one, and still he dug his feet into the graveled pathway just so he could enter a little deeper, stretch him a little wider, ride him just that much harder. Slam. Every inch buried inside...throbbing, pulsing, unyielding, hitting every pleasurable spot he knew of...

Suddenly, without warning, the panda arched again, letting out a cry that was half-roar, half-howl. He was aware of Po's cock jerking between them, radiating heat like a blade just taken from the forge as it burst with shot after copious shot of ursine seed to soak and splatter them both, but the way the Dragon Warrior's insides clamped down around Tai Lung's member made him forget everything else--even Tigress wasn't this tight! Knees trembling with the potent grade of rapture burning through him, the snow leopard was catapulted into orgasm even before he knew it, and somehow the loss of control as he was so surprised and carried along for the ride made it even more wonderful than it otherwise would have been.

For minute after minute he fired off his load into the panda's clinging depths, his whole body shuddering, twitching, shaking from ear to tail tip as he moaned, snarled, and let out one beastly cry after another...and when he could hold himself up no longer but still felt his cock throbbing and releasing the contents of his tightly-clenched balls, he let himself sink down onto the ground, taking Po back in his arms and clutching him close. Face buried in the panda's broad chest, gasping and growling softly, he ground himself once more against his brother's rump and then lay still, unable to move...simply relishing the feel of being so close to him, connected to him, surrounded by his intense heat and tightness, while his creamy essence continued to pump out and soak both their thighs and sacs...

So lost was he in the power of that orgasm and its aftereffects that he didn't realize for some time that the dampness in his fur came from more than sweat and sexual fluids; it wasn't until he both heard and felt the rumbles--and realized they weren't caused by his own growls and purrs--that Tai Lung looked up to discover that at long last the oppressive heat of Dashu had been broken by a summer storm. Peering up as the sky opened up and the clouds sent their life-giving rains downward in soft but incessant sheets to cascade over the gardens, he had to smirk to himself. Well. Rather convenient, that, washing away the...evidence. The gods decided to be kind today.

Sighing heavily and contentedly, he wrapped his arms securely around the panda and held him close. What once would have been impossible for him to contemplate--being so affectionate and demonstrative, so emotionally vulnerable, with someone else...with another man...with Po--was now something he enjoyed, something he realized he couldn't be without. Squeezing his brother's shoulder, he panted softly in the falling rain and smiled warmly. "Well now...I don't know about you, panda, but I think that finally took the edge off. A little. For a while." He grinned cheekily.

Po wheezed a bit, then began to laugh. "Jeez...now I've got two of you who can't turn it off?!"

Tai Lung spread his paws amiably, even as he couldn't keep the proud insouciance off his face. "You should know by now: it's a feline thing."

"Yeah, yeah, I know, absolute perfection." Despite the annoyance in his voice and the way he rolled his eyes, he got the distinct impression Po actually did think such a word applied to his best friend and his lover Jia. "But yeah, you're right. I finally feel like I can take a bath, or go t' bed, or, yanno, walk without springin' a stiffie every time I turn around. Not that I don't still wanna do stuff with ya."

The snow leopard chuckled good-naturedly, his ill temper of earlier now completely gone and forgotten for some obscure reason. "You'd better still want to, after something as absolutely incredible as that. Or I might just have to pin you down and lay claim to you all over again."

"You say that like it's a bad thing." The Dragon Warrior poked him in the side, paused, and then added in a very artful, suggestive tone, "Besides, if nothin' else, I gotta return th' favor an' see just how well the mighty Tai Lung can take bein' my f?ntáo."

For a few long moments the spotted cat stared at him in disbelief, his hackles rising in spite of himself. Then, slowly, he took a long, deep breath and chuckled, grinning at him. "You know, of course, that if anyone else said that--"

"Except Chen," Po observed casually.

Tai Lung huffed. "He's the Emperor. You don't say no to him."

"Of course not."

"It's completely different."

"Yup."

"Are you mocking me, tubby?"

"Sure am, schnookums."

Ears flattened, Tai Lung growled furiously, then forced himself to calm down (and retract the claws that had begun to dig into Po's shoulder). He could hardly fault the panda for finally proving he had the guts and heart for such bantering when he himself had been encouraging his brother to stand up for himself and show his strength of character. "As I was going to say," he replied diffidently, "while I would take exception to that from most men...I have to admit that I absolutely would enjoy trying that with you, Po." His tone and expression both softened as he felt warmth rising into his cheeks. "Though if you don't mind, I'd rather we called each other xi?nghu? xi?ngdì for that. Wouldn't you?"

Po blinked, then smiled that kind, affectionate smile which had melted his heart of stone from the beginning. He could also see the lump in the bear's throat. "Yeah. Yeah, I'd like that a lot. So I take it that means there is gonna be a next time?"

The master of the Jade Palace smirked and ground against him, making the presence of his still-mostly hard leopardhood inside the panda's ass quite known, as well as rubbing his sticky abdomen against the panda's own maleness. "What d'you think?"

The bear smirked right back, slowly shaking his head. "Well then, you'd better be plannin' t' stand by me when I ask Tigress an' Jia's permission for this."

Tai Lung snorted. "You've got to be joking. D'you really think I'd try and hide something like this from Tigress?" He paused, then grinned even more naughtily. "Besides, they'll probably want to watch. Or join in."

The look on Po's face at that prospect was beyond description...but he didn't have long to look at it, since after only a few moments those deeply-reddened cheeks were buried in the snow leopard's creamy white chest fur as if he longed to never come out again. And as the rain continued to fall upon them in a gentle shower that seemed to wash away all cares along with the results of their passion, the snow leopard could only embrace Po, holding him tenderly close, while his laughter echoed around the peak of the Jade Mountain.