Fire and Water
Preface: I'm really sorry to have to do this but some of you may have already heard I'm leaving, and yes I am. But I don't give a shit what happens at this point so I'm posting this story. Sorry if it seems a little rushed :X I tried to take it easy but still get it done so I could leave you guys something good.
This story will be told in first person the entire time and if it seems hard to follow that's because I wrote this in stream-of-consciousness style like Faulkner.
If you don't like gay sex then why are you here? I put M/M in the tag line.
Edit: I managed to snag more time so I hope to have at least one more story up before this Angel is gone for good.
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Fire and Water
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Opposites attract.
Or at least that's what I've been told. The sun dances with the moon and you always ending marrying the person you swore you wouldn't touch with a ten foot pole. I'm going to have to assume that's how I ended up here outside my orca's apartment. He knows how to get a guy going courtesy of 12 years of experience as a prostitute.
My paw runs up his back feeling the muscles through the tight windbreaker and he pants into my ear. The cold January air heats into a steamy blast as in runs over my fur with each expulsion from his lungs.
I can still taste dinner in my mind. My whale's family is gone, six feet under after his dad got drunk and picked up a shotgun. He's never had a mom to comfort him, a dad to admire, siblings to play with. Drug dealers and whores were his teachers, the unforgiving streets his bed.
I brought him to my parents' house for dinner, truthfully I was nervous. They welcomed him in with open arms. After my sister came out as a lesbian there's been more tolerance in our family.
I'll never forget this evening. Never. I kiss my orca's dark round muzzle. He laughed and ate with us like one of the clan. I can't remember there being a non-feline in our family tree. My parents are both purebred tigers. My older brother married a white tiger and even my sister chose a leopard as a life partner. How could I have known what they would think when I walked through the door clutching a whale in my paw?
Broad aquatic mammal shoulders made it necessary to move seats over at the table but it was a good Christmas dinner, made sweeter by my mom's recent release from the hospital. We had held off celebrating the holiday as she had taken ill. But with an apron on and barking orders with a gentle grin she seemed immortal.
He nuzzles me back, rubbery skin feeling intoxicating against my fire colored forehead. A stray white fur clings the neck of his shirt. When we decorated the tree he lifted one of my-
Our nieces onto his shoulders so she could put the angel atop the viridian colossus. He looked so perfectly wonderful standing there, small ivory kitten giggling as she was held so high above us all.
He gasps my name as he leans back against the door and pulls me close, firm grip on my gold tie like a leash. I feel them or imagine I feel them. The eyes of the other people at the apartment complex. I'm not sure how much of my lover's history they know but they know he's gay and that doesn't quite sit right with them.
I don't give a fuck what they think.
He holds my face and presses his lips against mine again. I can taste the champagne on his tongue and I'm glad we took a cab, alcohol and gasoline killed four kids from my high school. They thought it would be great to down a couple of beers and drive out to the lake. They ended up driving across the lines on the road and off a bridge.
His tongue probes my jaws over every tooth and rubbing against my rough tongue. Warm orca muzzle shudders against my boxy tiger one. His skin is exponentially more sensitive than mine and I know how much he loves the feel of me. My naughty paws wander down his chest.
Ladies stare in jealousy when I walk by with him, paw in paw. Some days he teases them and wears sleeveless shirt so they can see his big arms. And beaches? They get to stare at his dark skin reflecting the sun and the gentler white shade across his belly. It's all natural bitches, my whale takes his workouts seriously. Every guy I know wishes they had his genes.
He runs a hand over my shoulder, knuckles worn and scarred. After his dad went ape-shit my orca grew up on the streets. Most furs I know start working around 16. You get a job at the movie theater or at Sonic or you work at the gym. He was only 8 when a man first paid him for sex. He learned to sell himself, dressing as invitingly as possible.
When he was 15 he started working for a pimp. Selling his ass to help sell crack. It breaks my heart, he didn't deserve the shit that happened. Eventually the cops caught up with him. They offered my lover an ultimatum: perform in a sting operation or face jail time.
You can go to college and get a degree and even go to Hollywood and make more money that god but still not act as well as my orca. He wanted out and he wanted me. I cringed in my room worrying about him as he tore down the trafficking and solicitation ring, those that didn't kill themselves are sitting in an iron cell.
Shortly after that he moved up north to be near me. I helped him go back to school. He's doing alright for someone who never graduated from high school. Most have graduated from a university by his age, but most furs haven't had to claw their way up from being a child prostitute.
He invites me inside as I smile. No one can wine and dine like my whale. Though normally he invites me out somewhere romantic.
But everything was romantic this evening. The stars burn like alien torches and the snow is freshly fallen, not a paw print to be seen as it lies like a coat of sparkling gems. We left the cheer of my parent's home for the wind-whipped darkness and he fell to a knee. I extended a paw to help him up.
A ring. He, he had a ring. My blood froze but not from the ice. I don't think I've ever cried so much as when he slipped it on my finger. His arm was around my waist, holding me as close as possible all the way back to his truck. We'll tell everyone tomorrow.
His keys are in his front pocket and my digits slip in and fish them out. He moans as my tongue runs over his nose, he's glad we moved my stuff inside before going to dinner. Not that I kept much mind you, I sold most of my furniture so my boxes were mostly clothes and books.
Still hugging him I unlock the door. I felt a condom in his pocket when I pulled out the keys. He won't need it, not yet. We step inside and he locks the door behind us. I drop his keys on the counter as my lover embraces me from behind, burying his muzzle in my neck scruff.
I tell him he's such a flirt, he replies that I'm so beautiful I invite it naturally. Blushing hard I stare at the floor as he takes my paw. He kisses me, but differently this time. Outside they were warm and gentle touches, this time it was harder, with a certain hunger beneath it. His tongue pushed against my lips as I surrendered. He wrapped me in a hug as he ravished my muzzle. The erotic heat of him panting into my mouth, I felt my eyes tearing up.
Blood pounded in my head, both of them. Embarrassed I could feel myself hardening, pressing out from my pants into his crotch. He smiled with our mouths pressed together for another moment. He's telling me how cute I look when I blush, his hand brushes my whiskers as he tells me we're going at my pace.
I nod for more as he grins again. He leads me across his apartment and my life seems to spin before my eyes.
I'm a kitten sitting in a swing. I don't want to go inside, the summer evening is warm and calls to me. Fireflies spin around my head.
The door clicks as he opens it.
The first day of second grade my mom came to eat lunch with me. I remember standing there and waving frantically as she spotted me. She was always so graceful, her paw clasped mine and she handed me my food.
The blinds are drawn, this is our moment.
In fifth grade I was sitting in class. The intercom cracked like a splintered bone. The principal tried to remain calm knowing some of us wouldn't. Miles away from us in New York the Twin Towers fell. My teacher's son died that day. We gathered around her for a comforting hug.
The bed is made with new sheets and a thick quilt.
As a freshman I started noticing guys. Women never interested me the same way. In the locker room I would sneak peeks of the guys. Big musky titans of my wet dreams, I longed and lusted for just a touch. The internet helped relieve me; it brought the stuff of fantasies into my bed room.
My orca closes the door behind us, still grinning.
After college I met him at a gym, go figure. He was so gorgeous. Muscles bunching and straining, flexing in a divine rhythm. I almost came in the shower just seeing him naked. The water ran down his dark back and over his dorsal fin. He met my gaze and I expected a fist in the face. He asked me to dinner. The rest is, oh you know.
I sit down as he towers above me. I can smell his musk, his arousal and the dominant pheromones emanating from his skin. I unzip his jacket and let it fall to the floor. Slowly I lift his polo shirt to reveal his abdomen. There are a few scars. Knife fights over food and some from things he won't even tell me about. He's done things that he can't forgive himself for.
I rub my orca's stomach but pull away when he flexes his abs. He smiles reassuringly and puts my paw back on his skin. His body is mine, I'm free to explore every inch. I've hugged him shirtless but I never imagined this was how it felt. My paw moves up to his rippling chest and I pinch a nipple.
Scooting back to give my lover room I start to undress. Unbuttoning my shirt he watches me expose my chest. He knows what it means. I can't speak for other furs but felines are defensive about our abdomens. If one allows you to see his or her belly it's a sign of intimacy, they trust you not to harm them.
I slip off my tie and cast it aside. My shirt follows. I've always had problems taking my clothes off in front of others, for fuck's sake I can't even undress in front of my doctor. My orca makes it different. His eyes are running over me and he likes what he sees. Reaching out he brushes my chest fur before playing with my nipples. I've got sensitive nipples and he knows it.
We're still wearing pants but he pulls me into his lap anyway. Our muzzles meet as I hug him close. I've never felt this, this surge, it's frightening. Quick as a flash his inky round muzzle kisses its way down my neck. I start purring. Not the content purring when I'm full or secure. It's a thunderous rumble even I've never heard before. It's the feline song of passion and I want him to draw more of it out of me.
I twist my head and allow him more access to my neck; he takes the invite and starts nibbling. The rumble vibrates through my ribs into him. He says it tickles, he confesses to enjoying it. My ears go red, I wasn't sure how good a lay I am compared to the many many many others he's had.
My fiancé plays his way down my throat until he gets to my collar bone. A lick and he descends. His muzzle rubs over my pelt and he closes his eyes. His nerves are just about exploding in pleasure. He enjoys just the feeling of my skin against his rubbery flesh.
He kisses my chest, devouring it, consuming it, savoring it. I gasp suddenly. I can feel him harden in his pants. His testicles are inside and they must be burning by now.
I pull his face out of my chest and kiss him once the nose. I grip his pants and unbutton them. I pull the zipper down anticipating everything that will come next. He lays me down and slips out of his pants. They're thrown off the bed leaving him in his boxers. The room is full of his scent. My ears flatten against my head as his dominant musk covers me.
He whips off the undergarment. His penis is fully engorged. Pink with strong veins it has risen from his slit into full view. The moment pauses. I've seen his penis before, but not like this. I love it and I can't help myself. I love him and his beautiful penis. It makes him look complete and masculine.
My orca's body is a wall of muscle above, casting a wide shadow over my frame. He undoes my pants and I don't stop him, I've stopped everyone else who's tried but this time, I don't resist. He helps me out of my trousers and flings them away. He rubs my thigh, black skin contrasting against the orange.
I'm scared. I'm sweating. I'm wishing I wasn't so damn nervous. He takes my paw in his. He's whispering it's alright. He would never hurt me. I smile up at him as he pulls my boxers off.
I'm naked in the presence of another male. My doctor doesn't count, he sees tons of naked people, it goes with the job.
I'm thinner than my whale is. I never bulked up but I've got some muscle like all tigers. He's pressing his nose to my belly, inhaling to deep to bring my scent into him. I shudder with a sudden chill that's replaced by a strange desire. I can feel his hunger, echoing through his touch. I embrace it; I'm tired of living in fear. He face moves lover over my belly, he kisses my penis, hard and erect from its sheath.
I almost pass out as he opens and takes my length into his muzzle. I yowl once in surprise before settling into a different note of purring. It's the song again, humming through my skin. He slurps and bobs, eyes never leaving mine as I pat his head. My balls churn as he fondles them.
I'm drooling a little and he grins at my loss of control. Lust wells up from inside my stomach spreading through me. It's a foreign sensation but my lover is here to guide me.
My rough phallic barbs tease my orca's throat as he suckles, I've always wondered what's it's like to blow a cat. I'm flexible enough to suck myself off but I've never done it, I don't know why.
With a soft pop he smacks his lips and gives me a lick before moving down. I arch my back and raise my hips. Quickly I snatch a pillow and slide it under me to raise my waist further and grant him better access to my body.
Ecstasy. Bliss. His muzzle is pressed between my cheeks lapping at my tail hole. I purr with greater force as he probes my cherry softly. I cry out his name not caring who hears. I don't bother trying to reign myself in anymore. I beg for it, for him, for everything.
His tongue slips into my ring and I almost explode all over my belly. My fiancé's mouth muscle twists inside me and lubes up my ring. He pulls out before pushing his way back in getting me a little more open with each tongue thrust.
My furry cheeks are wet with his saliva. He lapping like a thirsty animal, driving me past my limit before stopping then continuing. He lifts his head and raises his orca lance. I take a deep breath as my tail relaxes. A lot of feline body language is in the tail. He understands the go ahead.
His veined monster pushes against my tail hole. I close my eyes and start to cry. He's leaning over me, his warm chest against mine as he licks my ears. I hold him close. His heart beats in time with mine as we dance. His cock head pops in and he holds the position, allowing me time to adjust to his size. I squeeze my ass slightly and he resumes pushing. His orca hood slides in a few inches before pulling out, each time stopping with only his head inside me.
Before I can stop myself I grasp his hips and force him into me. His slick maleness stabs hard as he hilts himself, our waists kissing. I cry out for him, he plants his hands on either side of my chest, pinning my paws to the bed, and rocks backs and forth. He whispers gently into my ear, it's alright as he kisses my muzzle, he's here to comfort me. Deep whale thrusts probe me, searching in earnest until he strikes it. I yelp in surprise as a spark of pleasure rockets through my spine. My love aims for the same spot and drives himself home.
Now my claws are out. Scratching at him and howling I need the rush. Cats are notoriously rough lays, more than a few tops bear scars of a night with a feline sub. He outclasses me strength wise so he forces my paws down. My fangs are drawn and I try to take a bite. He counters with closing his muzzle around my throat, dragging my scruff down, holding my head in control.
Hot spikes lash at my insides as he paints my bowels with spurts of pre. My balls rub against his belly and my cock is rubbed between my fur and his skin. I clench his hand tight, feeling the ring pressed between us as my balls tense up to my waist.
I'm screaming now, in fright as much as pleasure. My orca holds me through my orgasm as he gasps and releases himself. I can feel his boiling essence blossoming within me, a steamy geyser oozing out my tight ring.
Tiger seed glues us together, it's smeared through my fur and hangs off his chest in white ropes. I blush but he rolls us onto our sides. He kisses me, this time softly. He whispers he loves me. I know he has said it to a lot of men, but he means it to me.
A curious calm envelops me as my afterglow recedes. I thought I would feel cheap and dirty after being deflowered but as my lover holds me close, warm fluids squishing, I feel desired and wanted even having surrendered that which I cynically mistook for purity.
I put my head down on his chest. I never thought I would choose someone like him, we're polar opposites. A veteran and a virgin, a kid from the wrong side of the tracks and a kitten from a white collar house, we're so different.
Like fire and water.