Kilar : Part 1
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Piko has just started university, and he's got the worst roomate ever. He's known Kilar for years, and thinks that spending a night with him might be better than being abused ... but when Piko admits his attraction to his friend, who could know what was about to start ...
Piko sighed as he ruffled his claws through his dark headfur and caught on a snarl. For a moment, he pulled at it, before it came a way and he raked his head harder than he had intended. The mirror reflected his wince of pain as he pulled the fur back into the band around his wrist and allowed it to flop for a moment in a ponytail. Then he simply gazed, through his glasses as his reflection.
The Grey Wolf wasn't much to look at, he admitted it to himself. Weak grey eyes peered out from behind glass lenses, his beard was a little pathetic, and his hair looked a little daft with the jedi braid that he'd adopted over the summer. And now -
"Hey Fag, get outta the bathroom" Piko winced and shuddered as he heard the door nearly bounce of its hinges by the blow struck upon it by his room mate. He'd only been there one night, and already he hated the black wolf. Marl had come in late, drunk and with a fairly attractive husky. Piko had rolled over, but he didn't think he could cope with it again. "Get outta the bathroom, Fag" Marl snarled again, and Piko dragged his shirt over his head.
"Alright, I get it" he murmed back as he slung his trousers over his shoulder. He opened the door and stood for a moment, before he was barged out of the way.
"Get some pants on, Fag" Marl said as he began to ruffle his hair up in the popular alpha male hairstyle of the year. Piko looked down and tried to wrap his head around the concept. Marl was stood in a bath towel, and he had a problem with Piko wearing a pair of boxers? He didn't want to get a replay of the last nights bruising, so he pulled on his trousers and slipped into his trainers. Without wasting a beat, he opened the door and was gone.
"Piko-ma-bob" Someone squealed as he jumped the last step of the staircase, and from behind launched a Meep, a black feline, who tackled him and purred into his tail "Mummy's here now"
"Meep. Can't breathe" Piko said from under her rucksack, acutely aware of his glasses nearing cracking point.
"Hmm? What?" Meep cooed as she unwrapped herself from his tail. "Oh, 'squuesi" She got up and he bench pressed himself to standing. "Can you believe that we're in the future!" Meep giggled as she skipped about Piko, her bobbed hair bouncing ridiculously as she went.
"Yeah. Crazy huh?" Piko said with a slight guilty feeling as he ran a paw over the bruise he had gained from Marl's knee.
*
"What you say Fag?" _"Can you keep it down, please?" Piko whimpered as he clung to his pillow. The larger wolf leant in close, drink on his breath, and the smell of the husky about him._ "Don't you think she's good looking? Huh? Fag?""Some of us are trying to sleep" Piko said again, putting his knees up between himself and the angry Marl, who's raised fist came down into Piko's side. _"Think yourself lucky I'm educating you. You don't question what I do, Fag. I can be as loud as I want, and you can't say differently. Right Fag?""No""If that's how its gonna be" The fist came again, onto Piko's side. The tears came fast and the world spun away as_ Marl and the husky laughed
*
"Piko?" He snapped back into reality as his other friend, Kilar asked him a question, concern layered over his normal rough voice. Kilar blinked for a moment, expecting an answer.
"What was the question?" Piko asked, a little weak kneed as he remembered every place Marl's paws had hit him.
"How's the room assignment? Mine's pretty decent" Kilar said as he hefted his art pad over his elbow.
"I got put with an Alpha. I'm not cut out to deal with him Kilar"
"Guys, I've got to get to induction for science. If you see Lilo, tell her to find me in Physics" Meep said as she bounded off. The two males stood apart for a moment, then raised eyebrows as they looked across at each other.
"Right. An Alpha you say? If you want, you can bunk of my floor if that's fine with you?"
"What about your room mate?"
"Lucas has a girlfriend. He actually didn't want a room placement, but I'm sure I can score you his bed, if you want" Kilar put a pale paw on Piko's shoulder and said kindly. "I don't think he'd mind too much"
"I .. I dunno" Piko shook and brushed away the paw. Kilar said nothing, as he flicked his own braid behind his ear and then checked his watch.
"I have to get to Art induction, then I have programming later. Are you going to be alright?" Piko had visions of the fists again, and he cowered, his ears turning flat as he saw Marl out of the corner of his eye.
"I'll camp on the floor" he blurted out. Kilar saw Piko's eyes flick in the direction of the black wolf, and he frowned.
"Hold these" he told Piko quietly, before he went over and tapped Marl on the shoulder.
"What do you want?" Marl snarled.
"I would like you to leave your new room mate alone. That includes any damage caused by those fists of yours"
"Oh really?" Marl said, his hackles rising.
"Really"
"How about I give you a knuckle sandwich for this?" Marl said harshly. Kilar calmly put his paw out and stopped the blow, before twisting it away.
"Strength doesn't make an Alpha" he said quietly, before walking away. Piko had to admit that looks were deceiving. Kilar had been arm wrestling seniors when he was in his third year of secondary school, often beating them. Yet Kilar had never aspired to become an Alpha. He's maintained the skinny build of his teenage years, and now, he looked weaker than he really was. He also looked pretty good. Piko caught himself thinking and turned away the thought.
It was normal. Two male friends from high school. Both geeks. Both not so into girls. Both not too keen on getting wasted on an evening normally ended up at each others houses playing computer games and talking long into the night. Piko had never thought about it long enough to come to a conclusion, but Kilar did have an enticing profile in the light of a blue screen computer.
"Now then. Camp out on my floor. Commencing at five this evening? I can cook if you like" Kilar said as he swiped his pad from Piko and twirled away. Piko said nothing, feeling a little choked up on what he'd suddenly realised.
He was a fag.
What was he going to do?
*
He appeared outside of Kilar's flat, to find the leopard room mate locking the door.
"Excuse me, but are you Lucas?" Piko asked quietly.
"That's me" The leopard turned and gave him a broad grin. "And you must be Piko"
"Yes sir" Piko said automatically, then bit down on his tongue.
"S'okay. I'll let you in. Kilar'll be back in a bit. He went to go and get some eggs for the fridge - the one thing I forgot" The lock clicked open, and Lucas pushed the door open, before pushing Piko in. "Tell Kilar I'm off, 'kay?" And then he was gone. Piko was jealous. The room was larger, with a separate portion set off for the kitchen and lounge area. Lucas had obviously brought the television and the game player, whilst propped against the threadbare sofa was the photo album the group had made of memories. Kilar had obviously been missing home.
But he couldn't be jealous for long. The photo album reminded him of home, and home brought sadness. He hiccupped for a moment, then the door opened and Kilar walked backwards into the room carrying a paper bag.
"Lucas said you were here"
"Sorry" Piko murmered, putting down his rucksack to grab the bag from Kilar's hand.
"Why thank you, old chap" the timber wolf said with a sparkle in his amber eyes. He began to chew on his braid as he swept the papers from the surface to put down the shopping. Then he paused, and he looked up at Piko. "you alright, old man?"
"Never better, why?" Piko avoided Kilar's gaze.
"Because I can smell your pain. How badly did the Alpha hit you?" And there was Kilar's bluntness surfacing. Piko felt his insides buckle, as he realised that Kilar had known all day what had happened. "That bad, huh?" Kilar's voice cracked a little at Piko's silence. Piko didn't know how to reply, except stand.
"Well this calls for a computer game" Kilar tried to brighten his voice, but he didn't manage it very well. He scratched at his short head fur and shrugged his shoulders. Piko could see the muscles rippling under the tight t-shirt Kilar had thrown on, and then he slapped his wrist mentally. Kilar wasn't stupid. If he could read Piko's pain, he'd read Piko's glances.
*
It had been a usual evening, like they'd had after the exams before their respective summers. Computer games, home cooked pizza and then laying out on the lounge floor on blankets, talking about whatever random things flew through their heads. Eventually, Piko heard Kilar's breathing deepen, and then slow entirely, with soft snores every now and then. Piko tried not to think, but his brain made him turn to look at his friend, who now lay on his back, arms behind his head and his chest rising and falling evenly. There was a slight bulge in his shorts that extended to the waistband. Would it hurt, he thought, to have a quick peek?
He immediately slapped away the idea, rolling over so he couldn't see his friend. But the thought remained. And the thought made him hard. He tried not to think about it, but gradually, he swelled. And then he rolled on his back and tried to make it go away. A furry palm rested on his stomach and Kilar said sleepily
"Piko, is something the matter?" Piko stared at the paw, that was partly resting upon his stomach, and partly on the rising swell in his shorts.
"No-nothing's wrong" Piko said with a shiver.
"Heh. You're growing hard" Kilar said with a sleepy sigh as he lay down again, his arm propping up his head. His breathing deepened again, and Piko tried to lie down, but he could feel the other wolf's breath stir his fur. He crossed his legs and tried to think about nothing. "Hey Piko" Kilar said softly. "I'd love to suck you off, you know"
"What?!?" Piko leapt back, and skidded across the floor backwards. Kilar slumped to the floor, his eyes closed and his breathing deep and even. Kilar was sleep talking? Kilar never sleep-talked. Ever. He never had. Piko covered himself with his paws and sat, staring at his friend. His eyes took in the light tan fur across the middle of his bicep, the curve of the muscle beneath the fur and skin. The long fingers that lay splayed on the floor, curved in sleep, the nails pared and smooth. The ears with the odd brown spot on the tip, that poked out from the bed-mussed mass of Kilar's light brown head fur. The noble slope of the nose that led Piko down to the lips, that parted lightly as Kilar took in a deeper breath then exhaled. Trying to avoid thinking about those lips, Piko glanced down, and then wished that he hadn't. Kilar's movement had ridden down his shorts, and now the head of his penis poked above the band. In the dim light from the television screen, Piko could see it was slick, and he felt a knot grow in his middle. Kilar looked so peaceful, yet so inviting. Piko looked up his friend's body, and connected with Kilar's eyes - that reflected the dull grey light back at him.
"Something wrong Piko?" Kilar asked gruffly, swallowing back the rough patch in his throat.
"You talk when you sleep" Piko said slowly.
"What did I say?" Kilar looked more alert - anxious and yet perplexed. Piko tried not to look at his friend as he said
"You said you wanted to suck me off" He hid his head in his hands, not believeing what he had just said.
It was the laugh that threw him. A small chuckle from across the room. Through his fingers, Piko could see that Kilar had sat up and covered himself again.
"But Piko, didn't I tell you that I was gay?" He had not, and Piko shook his head sharply. Kilar's face dropped, and his eyes grew wide. "Oh. Oh god. Oh, Piko. I'm sorry" Kilar covered his muzzle and his eyes nearly popped out of his head. Piko could say nothing, except the knot had grown in his stomach and it was getting larger too. He could feel his shorts stretching against him as he continued to swell, glad he had drawn up his legs. "Lilo found out before the summer. She - " Kilar chewed on a knuckle as he tried to put his thoughts into some sense of order. "She ... caught me ... thinking of ..." Kilar's face grew into a look of pain, and he turned away.
"Of who?" Piko asked, kneeling up. He had an idea, but he needed to hear Kilar say it.
"You. She caught me thinking of you and ..."
"Yes?"
"And jacking off. I'm sorry" Kilar drooped his head and huddled up, ashamed of what he had said.
"Kilar -" Piko slid forward, reaching out to his friend. He had to tell him. The knot had grown now that it hurt. He had to say.
"No Piko. I'm ashamed of what I am" Kilar said thickly.
"Kilar. Just now. I'm sorry. I -" Piko shuddered as he put his thoughts into words. "I was thinking of what you said. And-" He looked down. "It made me hard"
"Excuse me?" Kilar said with an intake of breath. He turned, to find Piko shaking as he hung his head.
"I was thinking about touching you in bad places. I -" Piko looked up and smiled a little. "I was thinking about how it would feel" Kilar's scared expression dimmed and he turned to face Piko, his own penis straining at his shorts.
"You -?" He looked at Piko's waist and then up again.
"Have been thinking about you all day" Piko admitted, a smile across his lips turning into a sensual curl. Kilar's eyes softened, and then he bent down and drew Piko upwards, his mouth reaching, grasping, gasping. They met, both drowning in the air, dying to feel each others lips upon theirs. They met with a bumping of noses, Piko's upwards motion turning Kilar onto his back, and he pressed him to the floor, paws everywhere except where they wanted them to go. Piko drew breath and looked down to find he had pinioned Kilar to the floor by his wrists, his legs straddling Kilar's waist. They were both breathing hard, and Kilar's eyes were shining as he looked up at his object of devotion.
"Why didn't you tell me?" Piko asked as he caught his breath.
"I was ashamed. I was ashamed of what you'd think. I was frightened of how you'd react. I didn't think you would-" He looked up and down, and grinned. "-react like you did"
"Neither did I" Piko admitted. "Marl called me Fag yesterday. And then -" He blushed. "This morning ... you were just ..."
"Go on" Kilar egged him on, reaching up with his neck, trying to steal a kiss.
"You were all I could think of" Piko said hoarsely, then bent to kiss the wolf beneath him."
"Why did you think I didn't want to be Alpha?" Kilar suddenly said.
"I didn't know. I assumed you-" Piko stopped and thought.
"I wasn't interested in the girls. Kinda pointless when you ... have to, you know?" Kilar said breathlessly.
"Explains everything" Piko murmured, dipping to nuzzle Kilar's neck. He nipped his throat, and then licked it, caressing it. And Kilar moaned a little and strained beneath his paws. Their hips swayed closer, and Piko jerked a little as he felt something hard brush him.
"Oops" Kilar said with a devilish grin. "My mistake" Piko sniggered, then sat back. He was sat above Kilar's knees, and the penis and sheath were just below him. With a sudden lustful feeling, he traced where he knew Kilar's shaft was with a claw. Kilar closed his eyes and sharply took a breath, his hips tensing. Piko hooked the shorts with a finger and drew them down, marvelling at the length of his friend. The head was drawn back, and the shaft was oozing with precum. Piko didn't know what he was doing, but he bent his head and licked at the head.
"Oooh" Kilar moaned, turning slightly. Piko then put the head into his mouth and sucked. Instantly, Kilar pushed Piko off and sat up, his shorts sliding a little. "Sorry, but that hurt"
"What?"
"Imagine something pressing hard on your erect penis"
"Oooh" Piko winced, instinctively crossing his legs. "Sorry"
"No harm. Just ... allow me" His friend flipped him over, and then pulled down Piko's shorts in a slow teasing fashion, revealing Piko's shaft and licking it tenderly at the base. He kissed his way to the tip, and then, almost seductively, he touched the tip with his tongue and then wrapped his mouth around it. Piko's eyes nearly popped out of his head as he felt the tongue gently coil its way around the head, pulling slightly, sending shivers down his spine. With a free hand, Kilar began to stroke the shaft, gradually feeding the penis into his mouth, before pulling back out and away - softly introducing Piko to the sensation he had longed to do for over a year. Piko's eyes closed and his breathing sharpened, the scent of male and lust filling Kilar's nostrils. As he started down again, he felt a hand gently take the back of his head and - to his surprise - push. Kilar followed the motion, taking most of Piko's penis into his mouth and his throat. He knew that Piko could not see him, and that Piko wasn't fully in control - obeying his calling, lust gradually permeating his senses and getting round Piko's sense of right and wrong. How could this be wrong? He cradled Piko's balls in his hand, stroking and lightly pressing, not wanting to hurt the one person who he'd wanted, needed for so long. A groan escaped Piko's mouth as his head went back, a laugh catching in his throat as Kilar sucked a little harder, the pressure increasing on his package. Kilar grinned to himself, and then began to move. Up and down he rode, guiding Piko through, gently teasing, yet earnestly waiting and willing for him to come.
He heard Piko's breathing turn to ragged, gulping breaths as he felt him begin to buck beneath him. He pulled off, worried that Piko was in pain, but Piko's eyes were closed in bliss. Kilar curled a hand around Piko's shaft and began to pump it, watching Piko's expression tighten in a smile as he lolled back onto the arm of the chair, a hand running through the long hair that Kilar found so attractive on the younger looking wolf.
"What ... are ... you doing to me?" Piko managed to gasp out, his hand pressed to his forehead as he groaned and bucked and squirmed.
"What we should have been doing before" Kilar whispered, increasing the pace. Piko's eyes flicked open and then he caught his breath as he spasmed, hot white cum pooling on the top of his penis and then beginning to slid down the erect shaft, being rubbed slowly now by Kilar's experienced hand. He twitched, and then took a deep breath, his body failing him as he sagged emptily. He smiled weakly as his mind took in the situation. Kilar let go of his friend's penis and licked at the cum, doing it for show, licking his lips afterwards. Piko's mouth dropped a little, and then he pulled his best friend down to him and kissed him, tasting himself on Kilar's tongue as they danced around each other, savouring their first true kiss - one filled with love and trust and post sexual enjoyment.
"How did you do that?" Piko whispered, nuzzling the chest fur of his friend, both laid out on the hard floor, their shorts down at their ankles, and their shafts touching by coincidence, rather than design. Their t-shirts were across the room, flung their Kilar's exasperated fit of desire as he wanted to see all of Piko, to feel all and to see where his hands stroked the fur of Piko's chest.
"With practise" Kilar said with a laugh, scratching Piko's head with a claw. "Its something you pick up as you wack yourself off every once in a while"
"Not that. With the tongue" Piko said sleepily, his paw tracing circles on Kilar's hip.
"That? I made that up as I went along" Kilar said honestly, not wanting to admit that Lilo had thought to give him some hints after he'd admitted the whole story to her.
"Hmm ... was nice" Piko purred, rolling onto his back to stare at the ceiling. "But what do we do now?"
"Take each day as it comes" Kilar said softly.
"No. Not that ... what are we?"
"A pair of fags?" Kilar said with a laugh, ducking as Piko tossed his boxers at him.
"I know that. But what are we? Casual lovers or what?"
"Whatever you want, my friend" Kilar said with hope in his voice, the word Lovers being held back, wanting to see where Piko was heading.
"Hmm ... Secret Lovers" Piko murmured before he lay back flat and then drifted off to sleep. Kilar lay down also, a smile crossing his face as he too drifted off to sleep.
***