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Gian hummed quietly to himself. A smile graced his lips, an extra bounce to his step as he walked to English class. It had been one week since his shower with Nathan and their relationship was going great. The slight tension between them from before was now gone. Gian couldn't describe it, he just felt better, they felt better. It was a warm, happy feeling in his chest, a satisfaction he had never experienced before. It was like he was in a pleasant dream. In fact, he had worried he was dreaming for the first couple days. But it just kept going, and getting better.

Last night they had gone out on their first "date." The two had gone out for dinner at Carl's Jr. and went to a movie after. They didn't watch the movie so much, however. Gian - damning himself after the fact - had nodded, confirming it was okay, when Nathan began stroking along Gian's shaft through his pants. Most the movie had been spent quivering, clinging to Nathan, who sat without the slightest indication of his actions. Gian had squeaked, patted Nathan, tried to stop him toward the end of the movie, but it was too late. Twenty minutes later Gian had walked out of the theater and straight to the restroom, his hoody pulled extra low to hide the wet dribbles from cum that had escaped his foreskin.

Nathan had felt terrible, but couldn't help but smile at Gian after they'd both left the bathroom. Nathan had gone in to relieve his soda-filled bladder and afterward had waited outside for Gian. Gian took a good while longer in the restroom, cleaning in one of the stalls. As they left and began walking toward their homes, Nathan had complimented Gian on the rather attractive scent of cum on him.

Nathan had stuck his tongue out as Gian gave him a death glare. To buy back the blue dragon's favor Nathan had bought them dessert at Gian's favorite place, a small gelatto shop that reminded Gian of home. Their first date ended with a quick sneak kiss at Gian's house and Nathan heading home from there.

Gian had spent the evening laying back in his bed, swooning, glowing. Life was complete at this point, he was sure. This was the most blissful and happy life could be.

Gian sat patiently in his class, waiting for the older rabbit female to arrive and teach the class. Gian had become rather used to the teacher's constant tardiness. Class almost always began five or ten minutes late, not that he or any other students minded, spare one overly ambitious student. She was ... that kind of student. The one who took over a book's discussion until asked to "give the others a turn" by the teacher; even once asked to run an "urgent errand" and deliver some books to the library on the opposite side of campus.

Gian caught Mrs. Tilbet, the class' teacher, heading in from the corner of his eye. He leaned to his side and fished their latest book from his bag. Propping it open in front of him he pretended to be ready for their discussion as he promptly zoned out. His mind wandered back to his yoshi. His wonderful first kiss, first intimacy, and quickly becoming his first love.

Gian considered what he was going to do with Nathan. How their relationship would move. He didn't know how it would work with his or Nathan's family, but he was sure it would somehow. Things are always supposed to work out for true love.

Gian's thoughts stumbled as Mrs. Tilbet called on him. He meekly grinned to her.

"Could you repeat the question please?"

She sighed, rolling her eyes. "Please explain what the roses represent in this book. A suiting question for you, mister Rosato."

Gian chuckled softly, "They represent death. Or at least, the possibi-"

He was abruptly cut off by an orange and black paw shooting into the air, the calico feline two seats to his right, "It's the PROSPECT," the feline stated loud as she could, "of death, and how the roses blooming repeatedly represent the possibility of death, or suicide, as an escape for Montaour in each point of his life."

The teacher moved her glasses up, thumb and pointer finger rubbing either side of the bridge between her eyes.

"Alright, class. Literature discussions are now to be treated as quizzes. I will give one question to each student-" a groan sounded among quite a number of them, "And anyone cheating by sharing answers, or-" her glare focused upon the calico, "answering another's questions will be considered cheating and thus receiving a zero that discussion's points."

The calico perked, "That's a GREAT idea Mrs. Tilbet! All the lazy students will have to contribute now!"

Gian smiled meekly again, looking to the teacher. Her eyes were tightly shut. Gian was sure she was borderline aneurism at that point. She took a breath, looking to another student.

"Now, Jeffery..."

Gian smiled to himself. Off the hook. He turned back to his book, the papers he had on the desk behind it, where he was 'taking notes', a few scribbled words and sketches of Nathan covering the page.

Gian returned to his locker after class, dropping off the book he'd read and exchanging it for his mathematics book. To his left, a few lockers down, was a resounding slamming sound. He looked over and faltered. The slam had come from a large orange cat who was now glaring at Gian. Gian recognized him. The feline sat next to him in the English class he had just left. The feline was a senior, taking the course because he'd failed it his first time, and now needed it to graduate.

Gian gulped, unsure of why the feline glared at him so. It didn't matter after a moment, however, as a meaty, gray hand landed on the feline's right shoulder. The feline turned his glare back to its owner. Gian almost giggled as the cat's face turned from hatred to horror in record speed, the eight foot tall elephant principal clearing his throat.

"Excuse me, Thomas... did your locker insult you? Or perhaps injure you?"

The feline gulped, staring up to the behemoth of a man.

"N... No sir. I just ... Uhm... Y'see, the hinge was stuck and..."

Gian chose not to stick around, turning and heading the opposite way to his mathematics class. He felt a slight flutter of worry. Maybe the feline had seen his sketches? There was one of Nathan and him kissing. Gian wasn't the best artist, but maybe it had been discernible.

He tried to push it from his mind. Math was hard enough without worrying and distraction.

Gian's breath pant hard against Nathan's lips. Both their mouths were part open, panting upon one another as they pressed chest to chest. Three days later, Gian was at Nathan's house. They were nude, sweating in their passion. Arms around one another's chest, Gian and Nathan had their cocks within one another, so to speak. After a good bit of fiddling and stretching, their shaft heads were pressed against one another, filling the chamber of their foreskins with pre, mostly due to Gians' contribution. Docking was something Gian had found earlier online, and had been eager to try it. The way Nathan was panting, sweating, kissing shyly, squeezing Gian's and his chest together... Gian knew he'd hit a good one.

Of course, he still wasn't entirely used to Nathan's aggression. Gian groaned out happily and suddenly felt Nathan's hands slip over his shoulders, to his chest, mid-groan. Gian was promptly shoved onto his back, a gasp of both surprise and pleasure as their foreskins separated, a splatter of pre trailing from Gian's navel to his neck, a bridge connecting the bottom of it to Nathan's engorged cock head.

The yoshi moved atop Gian, growling lustfully as he pinned Gian's shoulders to he bed. He half laid atop Gian, positioning until their cocks were against one another. His eyes met Gian's, the mismatched orbs cautious. Gian panted softly, nodding; it was okay with him. That was all Nathan needed until he was huffing and panting, thrusting against Gian, frotting with his blue lover.

Gian's hands went to Nathan's back. He wrapped his arms tightly around the yoshi and squeezed. As Nathan thrust against his shaft Gian's foreskin was pulled and pushed back and forth over the head, stretching his frenulum and sending jolts of pleasure down his shaft and up his spine. His toes curled and splayed, stroking against the yoshi's toes, intertwining them.

Gian felt a tingle growing deep in his belly. He gasped a breath to warn his lover, "Nathan... almost..."

He didn't seem to need to warn as Nathan forced his snout down. The tan muzzle pressed firmly against Gian's neck base and shoulder, biting gently. The yoshi thrust forward, peeling back its own foreskin and began shooting gooey strings of semen over Gian's shaft and belly.

Gian's body quivered. His tail curled up, pressing Nathan's back and hips, pushing the shaft further forward. If he was not close enough already, the scent of seed invading his nostrils and the feel of hot, sticky spunk was more than enough to set him off.

With his thrust, when Nathan had peeled back his own foreskin, he pushed Gian's up over the head. As Gian's hips pushed upward, grinding their shaft bellies together, he felt his foreskin collect the shooting wads of cum. He felt the seed push out his hood and upon his belly in splutters and dribbles, making a mess, dripping down to the bed on either side of Gian and pooling in his navel, the yoshi's shots coating Gian's chest.

Nathan's weight collapsed upon Gian, the yoshi going mostly lifeless, spare the hard beating of his heart against Gians' chest and breath against Gian's neck. After a few moments of recovery, he sat back up a little.

"Mine, this time!" he stated strongly, grinning to Gian.

Gian giggled as the yoshi's snout descended and began cleaning his chest and belly. Gian's tongue was long; it could hang several inches out his muzzle. But Nathan's was unimaginable. It made long, sweeping swabs against Gian's belly, collecting up their loads.

Sitting back on his rump, Nathan gave a satisfied smack of his lips.

"Man... we DO go great together!"

Gian laughed happily, lifting his leg and pushing his foot at Nathan's muzzle, playfully shoving his lover backward.

"Shower, now."

Nathan nodded in agreement, slipping back off the bed. They walked nude to the shower, just one door from Nathan's bedroom. The shower went off without a hitch, spare Nathan washing Gian's rump just a bit too thoroughly, nearly sending the blue dragon to the ground.

They left the shower, dressed, and were studying together at the kitchen table a good hour before Nathan's mother came home. Informing Gian it was a bad night to be over, she quickly sent Gian home.

Gian spent the next few days thinking rather intently on Nathan. Too much, in fact, almost walking into a parked truck on his way to school, nearly failing a test at school. By the twelfth day of their relationship Gian had come to a decision.

Gian returned home after school Thursday since Nathan's mom was home that day. He dropped his bag in the kitchen, as always, to do homework later. Grabbing a granola bar he headed upstairs to his bedroom. As he reached the top of the stairs he heard Santino's voice.

"Cosi stretto..." (So tight...)

The words coupled with high pitched squeaks and pants. Gian rolled his eyes. Santino had been dating a rapidash for a good year now. She was really nice - Samantha, Gian recalled - but for almost a year they'd been having sex now. Very loud sex, with Gian's and Santino's rooms next to one another. Gian knew their parents knew about it to boot; they had all had "the talk" a while ago, and Gian's mom had said as long as she wasn't home, and wasn't getting grandkids this early. Her attention focused on Santino during this talk.

Gian flopped back on his bed. He pulled on his headphones. He didn't really care anymore. At least today was a squeak and moan day. They were far preferable to Samantha's scream days. For the first... eight months or so, it was always screaming. Gian had much preferred the past couple months, with squeak and moan days almost as often as scream days.

Of course, when it first started happening, Gian was much more perturbed by it. The first few times, he couldn't help but get an erection from it... even masturbating to it twice. The scent afterward didn't help when he'd gone to Santino's room to talk to him about it.

After a couple visits, it had gone to Gian drowning out the sound, and then after a few months, not caring.

He relaxed with his headphones in, smiling to himself. He could still hear some sounds, but his mind wandered away to Nathan. Oh, how he couldn't wait for tomorrow, to talk to him.

Gian waited out behind the school for his yoshi. Yes, his... he had decided. He waited next to a tree, waiting for Nathan to get out of class. His last class always ran late and Gian tended to be waiting for at least ten minutes. Resting against the tree, eyes closed, he heard the sound of shoes upon grass. Hopping up, he smiled happily to his lover.

"Nathan! Nathan!" he exclaimed happily, dashing the last couple yards to Nathan and hugged him tightly.

"I want to tell you something Nathan." He exclaimed excitedly, "I ... I love you, and I decided that I want you to be my fir..." he trailed off, not finishing his statement. His heart beat so quick, wanting to tell Nathan that Nathan would be his first, the one he loved enough to give his virginity to. Even after two weeks of being together, their years together as friends now, how he felt... but...

Something was wet against his neck. Hot.

Gian's breathing quickened, his heart pacing. He slipped back, looking to Nathan. Nathan's green and purple eyes were each red, tears running down the Yoshi's cheeks.

Gian's blood turned to ice. His heart felt like it was faltering.

"N... Nathan...? What's wrong?"

Nathan smiled best he could, leaning in, kissing Gian's nose.

"I ... I love you too Gian. Uhm..."

He took a slow breath, raising a hand to wipe his eyes clear. Worry and dread grew stronger and stronger in Gian, his mind traveling to the worst.

"Gian... Well, Mom found out."

Gian paused, gulping. He nodded slowly.

"And ... She's sending me to a Catholic school."

They both stood still a moment. Neither of them wanted to talk further. They both knew they had to. Gian knew what he had to ask, but he paused. He squeezed tighter to Nathan, resting his cheek against Nathan's shoulder, his eyes shutting tightly. He felt hot tears burning his eyes, running down his cheeks and muzzle.

"H... How far?" he asked. He knew the answer, but...

There was a pause, a moment he thought ... maybe, maybe it would be one here.

"Across the country."

Gian felt his heart stop. Literally, stop... he felt it miss a beat. His chest felt empty for a whole second, like he had died.

Then it beat again. His eyes were blurred with tears as he looked up to Nathan.

"No..."

Nathan nodded slowly, crying harder now. He kissed Gian's nose again, squeezing the blue dragon against him.

Again, Gian had to ask.

"When...?"

Nathan paused again, taking a slow, shaking breath.

"Tomorrow."

"Can we..."

"No internet... no cell phones..."

Gian's whole body felt numb, so cold. His chest hurt, his mind going dead. They stood there a moment, holding one another. Gian prayed that moment could just stop... that they could just be there forever. He prayed to God, please, just let it...

Nathan's hands gently pressed Gian away, pushing him back. Gian looked to Nathan's eyes, their gazes locking together. Nathan kissed Gian's nose once more.

"I ... I have to pack... Mom's waiting for me in front of the school. I love you Gian... I love you so much, I'm so sorry..."

Nathan closed his eyes. He turned. Gian heard one last "... sorry..." before Nathan began jogging to the school again.

Gian stood there. Tears streamed down his face. His jaw hung open, his chest breathing so shallow.

"No..." He said to no one.

He stood there. Ten minutes. Fifteen. He just hoped Nathan would come back. It was a mistake, this just ... didn't happen to true love.

Twenty minutes.

At thirty, he turned to the tree. His bag rest at its base. He gently lift it to his shoulder. He walked, dead, out the back gate and toward his home.

Gian unlocked the door to his house. He dropped his bag in the kitchen, walking to the back of the house. His arms shook, his tail rigid, stiff against his walking stride.

Gian continued out the back door. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he registered the sounds of Santino and Samantha being there. He couldn't care less.

Gian kept walking to the backyard, to the corner where Santino's practicing equipment was kept. Gian stared at a red punching bag. He leaned forward, resting his head against it. Tears rolled down the red surface. He just rest there a moment, then leaned back.

"Why?!" he screamed, demanding an answer from the blank red surface, from God above and the earth below.

For the first time since he moved to America, he hit the practice equipment. He punched into it over and over, socking the red surface, one after another, screaming at it between his punches.

After a minute, he felt something land on his shoulder.

"No!" he screamed and turned, blindly punching at it.

A blue hand, lighter in color than his own, gripped Gian's wrist. It pulled gently, guiding the fist up and over Santino's shoulder. The older twin looked down to Gian. Just a few inches taller, he easily took it as Gian collapsed forward into his bare chest, Gian losing his balance with his attack shifted aside.

Gian wrapped his arms around Santino's neck, catching himself, his weight half hanging, half pressing against Santino. Santino stood bare chested, and barefoot, holding his brother, wearing a pair of jeans.

"Giancarlo, what happened?"

Gian tried to speak, but he couldn't. His face buried against Santino's chest, the younger brother sobbing uncontrollably. Santino squeezed his brother gently, holding him as the younger dragon cried. He held him there a good twenty minutes before Gian could take enough breath to tell Santino what had happened. Santino listened quietly, studious as he always was.

"I am sorry, fratellino..." (Little brother)

Santino kissed atop Gian's head, hugging Gian tighter. He lead his younger brother inside, to Gian's room. They sat together on Gian's bed for a good while, Gian holding against his older brother, crying quietly.

Eventually, Gian quietly told Santino he was going to sleep for a bit. Santino nodded.

"Fatti forza, fratellino" (Be strong, little brother)

Gian nodded a little and laid down in his bed, holding his pillow tight to himself. He closed his eyes, taking a slow breath. He could still smell Nathan... He began crying again. Tears slowly streamed down his cheeks until he fell asleep.

Gian woke up a couple hours later and lay in bed. He felt like doing nothing. He just lay there, thinking of Nathan. He wondered if Nathan was still packing, if he was thinking of Gian... if he was laying in his bed, crying as well...

After an hour of laying in bed, restlessly turning, a familiar scent hit Gian's nose. The masculine scent of his father. Gian turned to look into the room, rather than facing the wall. His father sat down on the bed, smiling to Gian.

"Hey there, little guy." His father's large, orange hand reached out. The large, built man was of wargreymon typing, making him look like an older Santino, built and of orange skin and darker red hair. The orange palm rest upon Gian's shoulder and rubbed gently.

"Stai bene? Santino said you didn't feel good." (Are you doing alright?)

Gian nodded slowly. "Yeah, Dad."

"What happened?" the father rumbled consolingly.

His father's scent was very comforting to Gian, the feel of a warm palm upon his shoulder. Gian took a slow breath.

"Well..."

A faint tap came from the door frame. Gian looked over, his mother standing there. A shorter woman, she greatly resembled Gian, though her build was a bit more stocky, resembling a veemon.

"Can I come in, piccolo?"

Gian took a moment, then nodded. His mother came in, sitting on the edge of the bed as well. Gian looked between the two and closed his eyes again. He slowly explained that Nathan and him and become involved, and what Nathan's mother had done. During his story, he ended up in his mother's arms, his father resting a palm on his thigh consolingly.

"I'm so sorry piccolo..." his mother cooed to him. "That woman was always a bad person... I knew she wouldn't."

Gian felt an odd relief. His family were fine with him being into another male, which was wonderful. But more so, there was still love for him, if even from his family. Both his parents hugged him tightly, and Gian tried to dry his eyes. They all headed to the kitchen for dinner.

The following Monday, Gian felt a bit better. He felt like he was on auto pilot, just walking from class to class, barely paying attention. His chest felt empty, his mind wouldn't stop thinking of Nathan, his heart wouldn't stop longing for him. But the sharp pain of it was dulling, at least. English, mathematics, PE... He felt odd running that day. He just ran, and ran, his mind blank. By the end of the period he had run three and a half miles without too much a struggle. He was surprised, though it was faint in the background of his mind's thoughts.

He opened his locker and began to change, pulling his shirt off. He pulled on gray shirt and dropped his PE shorts and jock strap to the ground. Stepping out of them, he pulled on his briefs and jeans. He leaned down and picked up his PE clothes, tossing them into his locker, the talking of the students around him tuned out, until he heard a repeated, much louder, "Hey!"

Gian looked up and to his left. There stood that senior, the orange feline. Next to him was a donphan anthro. Both had shit eating smiles across their faces; a devilish, hating smile.

"Yes?" Gian asked, blankly.

The orange cat laughed, the donphan joining in.

"I heard your Aussie fag got deported."

Gian felt himself go cold again. He stared at the orange tabby, who came closer. He reached out, poking Gian on the "V" upon his forehead.

"I told, y'know."

Gian went from cold to hot in an instant. The poor tabby couldn't see it coming; how was he to know what kind of training Gian received in Italy.

Gian's fist went straight into the feline's gut, faster than Thomas could react. As the cat doubled over, Gian's knee came up to Thomas's chest, causing the feline to fall backward. He turned his head to the side, violently vomiting his lunch upon the floor.

"I HATE you!" Gian screamed to the feline. The few others in the locker aisle backed away, watching surprised at the small dragon's act.

The donphan came closer, grabbing Gian's shirt.

"That was stupid." he said in a low, grunt of a tone. He must have been a senior, but he looked like he could have been well into college.

Gian cried out, punch after punch landing on his face and head, the donphan's knuckles like stone. He grunted as he was thrown back against the locker, his face burning and aching. He began crying, it was all too much. His love gone because some jerk and atop that, being beaten by the same jerk's friend. He sat there, sobbing, holding himself.

Thomas had righted himself, standing next to the donphan now. He recovered pretty well, breath a bit short.

"He he he... What a faggot..."

A blue hand came over the donphan's shoulder, grabbing its mostly grown tusk. He grunted in surprise as he was pulled to turn around. A pale blue paw wrapped around his trunk.

"Come osi tocarlo!" (How dare you touch him!)

Santino's hand pulled the trunk closer to him as his right fist landed right into the donphan's throat, choking the donphan. He dropped straight down, where Santino's steel-toed boot dug into its chest, forcing his breath through his aching throat.

Santino turned as Thomas punched at him. Sanitno raised his left hand, gripping Thomas's inner forearm, shoving it outward. It landed into the locker to the left of Santino as the infuriated brother punched Thomas in the gut. The cat, already weakened there, went half limp, just enough for Santino to lift Thomas's arm, stepping under it, and twisting the arm into a hard chicken-wing, forcing Thomas to stand straight. Santino's other palm came to the back of Thomas's head. He turned and slammed Thomas's face into the metal locker, and again, and again, before he dropped the feline to the floor as well.

Santino's eyes glared between the two, his pupils narrow. Gian stared, scared of the deadly eyes his brother had.

Santino rasped in a voice filled with hate, "Io ti ammazzerò!" (I'll kill you!)

Santino kneeled, his hand slipping toward his boot.

Gian's voice rang out, "Santino! Santino, stop!"

Gian reached out, grabbing Santino's arm. Santino paused, looking to Gian. He slowly breathed out, his hand raising. He stood up, lifting his brother with him.

"Lo juro..." he took a breath. "I promise... If you ever hurt Gian again, I'll make you pay."

The two looked on with frightened expressions, staring at Santino as he walked Gian past them, Santino's tail lifting and carrying Gian's backpack. As they exited the locker row the PE coach walked up. He looked to Gian, then down the row. He looked to Santino.

"... Who started it."

Santino looked to his brother.

"... Gian defended himself. I stepped in and stopped them from attacking him."

The coach sighed, shaking his head. "Great, on a fucking Monday... Principal's office, now."

In the end, Santino and the two bullies were given a week's detention and each of their parents met with. The bullies' parents couldn't care less, and Santino's supported him defending his brother, but promised to talk to him. The principal, knowing Gian to be a sweet guy, and Santino to not pick fights, let them off with a warning.

Gian slowly recovered. For weeks he sat alone and was quiet, but he became more cheerful and slowly returned to himself. The school year ended with a sore memory of Nathan, Gian drawing a heart around Nathan's yearbook photo. He ended up spending the summer in Italy, visiting family, the memory slowly losing its grip on him, letting ... most of him move on. Nathan had been so much to him, and now, his first heartbreak.