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"Thank you." Said Vilews, nodding to the two movers who began moving boxes from the moving truck to his new home. The two workers, fox-men, grunted. The house was bare, but still had the scent of new plaster clinging on it. Vilews' sensitive nose worked as he looked through his new home, taking in the range of aromas from the new granite countertops, the calk, all the new scents.

His black coat flapped slightly as he padded upstairs. He wore a tight shadowlike T-shirt, all the best to show off his abs and pectorals he put so much work into. His dark cargo pants were ripped in several places, exposing grey fur. They were also modified for his grey, fluffy tail. Amber eyes glittered with delight as he approached the studio he had specifically designed. The pupils of his eyes contracted into slits as he strode into the rays of light that filtered in through the large windows.

"I wish I had my guitar..." Vilews said, to noone in particular. There was a sound behind him, someone tromping up the stairs. His ears, pierced in many places, twitched to face behind him. A small grunt preempted the entrance of a mover.

"Oh, sorry." Vilews apologized, stepping aside as the mover sat down the box.

"No problem." Said the mover, as he went back downstairs. Vilews went back downstairs, dodged around the assembled boxes, and burst out into the dying sunlight of Main street. A cool zephyr blew Vilews' hair to the side, temporarily blinding his left eye as his hair covered it. He worked his way down the street, trying to find a bar he could kill some time in.

He found one, after a few minutes of walking. A neon sign buzzed above the bar. 'The Eagle's Hole' was outlined in red lettering, with a small drawing of a nest under it. 'Wonder who runs this place, eh?' Vilews thought, as he swung open the door and went inside.

It was a higher-class bar, more of a taproom than a bar. It was a bit busy, with people lining the bar and a few of the tables in the center of the room. Vilews approached the bar, and saw a feathered man, complete with wings on his back, pouring drinks.

"What can I get you, son?" The man asked, his beak clicking as he spoke. His eyes were friendly, filled with kindness. He smelled of alcohol.

"Er...vodka." Vilews said, looking around. The low din of conversation filled the air, making it hard to really hear anything. A stage was built into one corner of the bar, with a few spotlights on the ceiling above it. A glass was set before Vilews.

"Here, son. I think there's an empty booth over there, if you're alone." The hawk-man said, as Vilews took the vodka. "I'm Brandon, by the way."

"Alright." Vilews tossed down a five, and the barkeep gave him change. "Thanks." He walked over to the empty booth, and sat. He grinned slightly as a severely bibulous dragon man stumbled onto the stage.

"Thish...ish a song I'd like to shing...for my boyfriend..." The drunken dragon fumbled with the microphone, then started a slurred version of The Bravery's 'Tyrant'. The song began playing from a stereo system, but sans vocals.

A draconian slid into the other seat of the booth Vilews was sitting in. His scales glittered slightly in the low light, and his slitted eyes grinned at Vilews. He wore a dark green t-shirt that had the logo of a band emblazoned across the front, and a pair of faded denim jeans.

"Hello," The dragon said. His voice was musical. 'Probably a singer,' Vilews thought. "I'm Li'el."

"Alex Vilews." Li'el offered his hand, and Vilews shook it. He noticed the man's hands were quite soft, but he marked it down to lotion.

"You looked lonely over here, so I thought I'd come by and pay you a visit."

"Ah." Vilews watched the drunken dragon sway and pitch as he sang.

"He's way off key." Li'el commented, grinning as the dragon almost fell off the stage.

"Eh? Do you sing?" Vilews asked.

"Yeah. Do you do anything?"

"Mm-hmm," Vilews took a sip of the strong drink. "Guitar."

"Really? Interested in being in a band?"

"Hmm...yeah, I guess so."

"Good. And," Li'el seemed to frown a bit. "Do you know what kind of bar this is?"

"A drinking bar? Looks normal."

"Well, in decoration, it is. Just to ask, are you gay?" Vilews stared at the singer, a furry eyebrow raised. "If you don't mind me asking."

"Oh, no. No. I'm...er...bisexual. But I've never been gay." Vilews stammered. 'Damn, did I just insult the guy? And why the fuck am I telling him so much...'

"Ah. I see." Li'el took a notepad from his pocket, scribbled something, then tore it off and handed it to Vilews. "If you don't mind..." Vilews read the note. It was a phone number.

"A-alright." Vilews' heart nearly seized. He was being courted by a gay man. "I'll...yes." The drunken dragon on stage finally passed out, and was dragged off the stage by his friends. Vilews stood, spotting a guitar by the song selector machine. He walked up to the machine, put in his money, and chose his song.

'Hangar 18', by Megadeth. Vilews had just played this song, in the bus station while he was waiting for the bus. Too bad his own guitar was in a case in the house. Vilews kneeled before the machine, and chose to have the guitar left off the song. A scaled finger also chose for the lyrics to be left off.

"How about I join you?" Asked Li'el.

"Er...alright." Nodded Vilews, and stood with the guitar. His heart was still going insane when the song started. He strummed the intro, while Li'el sang.

"Welcome to our fortress tall," he sang, "take some time to show you 'round. Impossible to break these walls, for you see the steel is much too strong. Computer banks to rule the world, instruments to sight the stars."

"Possibly I've seen too much, hangar eighteen, I know too much..." Vilews gritted his sharp teeth as he played the solo. His fingers slid along the neck of the guitar, as his thin fingers worked the strings. He began to get into the beat of the song, pacing the stage and twitching his tail to it.

"Foreign life forms inventory, suspended state of cryogenics. Selective amnesias the story, believed foretold but who'd suspect the military intelligence, two words combined that can't make sense. Possibly I've seen too much, hangar eighteen, I know too much!" Li'el stepped back from the microphone as Vilews worked his magic on the guitar. It was a long solo, and by the end of it, his arms throbbed. The crowd cheered, apparently loving the performance.

"Up for another song?" Li'el asked, grinning a bit at Vilews. He nodded.

"I'm ready." Said Vilews, but his body said 'Hell no, you aren't!' Vilews usually ignored his

body, though. The crowd chanted the name of a song, and Vilews sighed deeply.

It was 'Red Lottery', by Megasus. Li'el's horny eyeridges shot up at the song's name.

"I've never heard it." He said, looking in the machine for it.

"It's old metal." Vilews informed. "Maybe we're better off not playing it."

"I never let the crowd down when they want a song played." Li'el found the song, turned off vocals and guitar, and pressed 'play'. Vilews played the song, even if it was too slow for his liking. Li'el sung it, even though Vilews could tell he didn't like it either. His voice echoed in the bar, as did Vilews' guitar. His fingers worked the strings like ghosts playing across the neck of the guitar.

They finished the song with a displeased sigh. People were calling out more songs, and they played almost all night. Someone even asked for Primus' 'Jerry Was A Racecar Driver'. They got away without playing 'Freebird', though. Closing time rolled around, and Vilews put the guitar back.

"I wondered, have you ever been in here?" Asked Li'el, as they left.

"No. Never been in this town." Replied Vilews. He leaned against the brick facade of the building, and sighed slightly. It had been a long night, and he was tired.

"Really? Visiting someone?"

"Got a new house."

"That's why I've never seen you around before."

"Oh, shit," Vilews said, tapping himself on the forehead, "I've got to unpack."

"Want to crash at my place? You look tired." Asked Li'el. Vilews stared at the sidewalk. He'd been saying he was bisexual, and that was it. He was saying, not doing. The only time he had gotten laid was after prom, with another felid named Laura. He'd never seen her again after high school. 'Go for it, Alex. Pursue it. You've never had it, how do you know you won't like it?' Vilews thought.

"Alright. Guess that's better than me calling you, eh?" He said, with a small smile parting his thin lips.

"You were going to?" Li'el said, surprised.

"Why not?"

"I thought you said you'd never...loved another man?" Said Li'el, as they walked.

"I never have. So, that must mean that bit of me's a virgin."

"Ah. So...you want to..."

"If it takes us there, then I will." Vilews said. They turned the corner, walked another few houses, then stopped.

"This is my house..." Li'el said, unlocking the door. It was a low, single-story affair, painted a dark green. As they entered the living room, Vilews caught the scent of paint.

"You painting?" He asked, looking around. Two couches faced each other, one with it's back to the door. A plasma screen TV hung on the wall.

"No. I do a bit of art painting, if that's what you ask."

"Ah? What do you paint?"

"Landscapes, mostly." Said Li'el. He strode into the kitchen, as Vilews sat on one of the leather couches. "Want something to drink?"

"What do you...er...have?"

"I have some bourbon. Some scotch, too."

"I'll have a little scotch, if you don't mind."

"Good choice. Same thing I'm having." There was the clink of glasses, and Li'el came back in with two glasses of the amber liquor. Vilews took a sip, savored the burn of the liquid as it traveled down his throat.

"So, where'd you come from?" Asked Li'el.

"New York."

"Really? I've always wanted to go there."

"It's not all it's cracked up to be, unless you stay on Broadway." Vilews responded, taking another sip. He could feel the awkwardness in the air, but there was also the scent of arousal on Li'el. It aroused him slightly.

"Oh. But what brings you to a backwater hick town like Broadriver?"

"I like small towns. I don't really like having skyscrapers all around me."

"I believe it." A long pause fell between the two. Vilews looked at Li'el, and he looked back. He reached out a hand, setting his glass on the endtable, and stroked Vilews' chin softly. His scales scratched on his fur, making a quiet rasping sound.

"You're beautiful..." Li'el murmured, and Vilews closed his eyes halfway, loving the stroke. He purred, deep in his chest, and closed his eyes the rest of the way.

"You are, too." He heard the rustle and creak of the couch, then smelled Li'el a bit more. He cracked an eye, and saw Li'el had moved a bit closer. Acting on impulse and lust, Vilews closed the gap, kissing him softly. He returned it, stroking the side of Vilews' head. He purred louder. 'You're kissing another man, Vilews!' His mind screamed at him. 'This is wrong! No, it isn't. I'm going to be like this. I love his touch, his scent...' Abruptly, Li'el broke off the kiss.

"Let's move to the bed, eh?" He murmured, standing slowly. Vilews followed him to the bedroom, his heart trying to beat it's way from his ribcage. He still tasted Li'el, his musk lingering in his nostrils.

The bedroom's walls were painted a crimson red, the bedsheets black and silky under Vilews' touch. He found himself shaking slightly. Li'el laid on the bed, and Vilews followed suit. He rolled over onto him, holding himself just above Vilews. He kissed him again, this time more passionately and intensely. Vilews felt a reptilian tongue worm it's way into his mouth, and he received it with his own raspy version.

Vilews felt a warm touch venture down his chest, and to the hem of his shirt. His heart jumped at the touch, and again as he felt his shirt lifted. He let Li'el take it off, revealing his lightly muscled chest.

"You work out, don't you?" Asked Li'el, pulling a bit back from the kiss.

"Yes..." Vilews struggled out. He was getting quite nervous, and felt his member beginning to stir. Li'el kissed him once more, his tongue wrapping around Vilews'. Another touch migrated down his furred chest, around his navel, farther...

He gasped, his eyes snapping open. Li'el unbuttoned Vilews' pants, breaking the kiss again to pull them off. Private Johnson stood at attention in Li'el's pants, stretching the fabric. He pulled them off, stripping to bare scales. Vilews took his boxers off, relishing the strange sensation coming from laying nude in another man's bed.

"Oh, my..." Li'el said, stroking up Vilews' thigh as he moved between his legs. "Whoever's up there blessed you, eh?" Vilews stood at full mast now, his cock reaching up almost seven and a half inches.

"I guess so..." Maundered Vilews. He moaned long and low as Li'el took his meat between his lips. The scales on Li'el's lips inflamed more passion from Vilews, and rose even more as he took it deep into his mouth. The pleasure was overwhelming as he wrapped his nimble tongue around Vilews' cock, and began to suck gently.

"Ohh...shit..." Vilews let the curse roll off his tongue as Li'el pleasured him, looking into his lover's eyes with a sense of 'there's more where this came from'. Li'el sucked up Vilews' meat, until he came to his head, where he came off with a soft pop.

"How's that feel?" Li'el asked, sliding up beside him.

"Great...felt great..." Vilews said, breathing heavily. He was far from coming, but his heart didn't get the memo. Li'el opened a cabinet above Vilews' head, and pulled out a small tube. He couldn't read the label, but he could only assume it was lubricant.

"This will hurt for a little bit..." Li'el said, opening the cap on the tube and squeezing some clear gel on his throbbing cock. "But it'll stop. Turn over, please."

"Okay..." Vilews did, rolling to his hands and knees. He lifted his tail, allowing Li'el entrance to his nether regions. He felt a slight pressure on his tailhole, but it didn't hurt.

"Here I go..." Li'el said, pushing into his tailhole. Pain shot through his ass, making him slump forward and cry out. The pain faded a bit as Li'el thrust, pushing as deep as he could, his scales brushing against his grey fur. His cock throbbed deep in Vilews' tailhole, but it was the best pleasure he had experience in his life.

"Does it hurt anymore?" Li'el moaned. Vilews shook his head.

"No...feels great...excellent..." Li'el began thrusting faster, his cock sliding in and out of Vilews tailhole. It got even better when Li'el began stroking Vilews' cock, slowly and lovingly. Fire began deep in his belly somewhere.

"Oh, god...harder..." Cried Vilews, arching his back slightly with a new wave of pleasure. The fire intensified, but he struggled it back.

"You going to come?" Li'el queried, gritting his teeth.

"Yeah...soon..." The thrusts came quicker, each harder than the last. It began to hurt again, and a warm liquid began trickling down his balls, dripping onto the sheets...that wasn't come...

"You're bleeding..." Said Li'el, as calmly as if he was commenting on the color of someone's shirt. Both lovers moaned, long and low, gritting their teeth in unison. Warmth exploded in Vilews' tailhole, as Li'el delivered his seed deep into his bowels. He came also, the thick liquid spurting from his cock and spattering across his chest. Li'el pulled out slowly, and with a wicked grin, Vilews clenched his asshole, feeling a few more drops of come squirt out of Li'el's cock.

"How was that for your first time?" He asked, smiling down at his lover as he laid beside him.

"Best...best sex...I've ever had..." Panted Vilews, a wide smile on his face. "Am...I still...bleeding?"

"Doesn't look like it."

"Why'd..."

"I did a bit of damage, I'm sorry, but it won't hurt next time we have sex." Said Li'el, taking a bit of come from Vilews' chest and licking it off his finger. He appeared to like its taste.

"It's alright..." Vilews stared up at the ceiling, sleep fogging the edges of his vision. Li'el stood, took a rag from the kitchen, and wiped the blood from the sheets.

"Go ahead and crawl in." He said, as Vilews nearly drifted off.

"Alright." Vilews replied, and got under the sheets. He fell asleep quickly, dimly registering Li'el getting into the bed with him.