Patience of Virtue
Basil and Rufus continue their wicked ways in the halls of the Academy...will they be discovered?
Alright, I felt inspired, and came up with this neat little idea. Continuing the adventures of the tiger pair from my latest one-shot, so don't forget to check that out as well! *smiles*
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If Basil had learned anything about his friend Rufus during the two years they had already spent in the Cantanta Academy, one of these things was that whenever the tiger grabbed his arm and beckoned him to follow, it would always end in some sort of mischief.
Today was not an exception. Rufus had cornered him on one of the galleries that connected the stone buildings together. The tall, swishy-tailed tiger had glint in his eyes and a grin on his muzzle, both indicative of a very good mood indeed, and infectious as well.
"Come on!" the tiger had told him, his paw companionably taking a hold of Basil's robed arm.
"Where?" Basil had questioned, even as they were already on their way to a destination unknown.
"You'll see!" the tiger had beckoned, pulling his fellow cat along.
Now Basil was quite breathless and quite curious still as they stood still, backs pressed against the great oaken door Rufus had already bolted once they had entered the room. To Basil's surprise, the room, judging by the presence of the stone slab on the center, had to be one of the small chambers where samples were prepared for the demonstrations in the anatomy laboratories. The realization made his chest feel weighty, and he drew a quick, deep breath through his nose to try and pick up any cadaveric smells. Much to his relief, he only picked the smell of damp and old wood, telling him that the room had not been put into its dedicated used for quite some time now.
Much calmed down by this find, he could turn to his friend and start seeking explanations to yet another strange run through the halls of the Academy, leading them into this secluded place. The immediate thought that entered the young tiger's mind was obvious, and thus, thrilling as well. It was not unusual for Rufus to take his friend into a hidden place on the premises and coax him into a bout of carnal deeds, so familiar to the pair and much enjoyed, naturally. Even now, the sight of the confidently smiling tiger made his blood quicken a little, with the promise of pleasurable acts in his mind. Basil couldn't even find it in himself to chastise himself for immediately going for that conclusion. Perhaps his friend had something to tell that required utmost privacy. Maybe he had a secret to share. Basil liked secrets, especially those Rufus could come up with, because often they were concerned with embarrassing gossip about their fellow students or teachers.
The fellow tiger's eyes were unreadable yet, however, and that prompted words from the robed cat, looking curiously upon his friend now.
"What is the purpose of this now, then, Rufus?" the tiger smirked, stating his mind easily.
Rufus' grin broadened when his paw came down onto Basil's shoulder and gave it a companionable pat.
"You'll see," the tiger smiled.
"You always say that!" Basil chuffed. "Do not keep me waiting!"
His friend's eyes glinted and his ears flicked, prompting Basil to knuckle him playfully over his chin, without any strength behind the phantom punch, but just enough weight that his friend would feel the stroke of silky fur over his own. Basil purred at the sensation himself and craved to kiss that smiling muzzle. It was a sweet feeling.
"Waiting..." Rufus mused, his whiskers shaking with his breaths.
"Yes!" Basil declared. "You make me into an impatient creature, you do!"
Rufus swiped his friend's ankles with his tail, slipping under the hem of the robe that almost swept the floor, and smilingly pushed his paw into his deep pocket. As Basil watched keenly, Rufus withdrew a small leather pouch and held it in his palm.
"Heheh," the tiger chuckled.
Basil flicked his ears curiously and sniffed the air, as if to make sure that it wasn't something delicious to eat that was hidden inside the pouch.
"What's that?" he asked.
"A gift," Rufus replied, his head held proud as he clutched his little pouch.
"For me?" Basil's eyes warmed.
"Oh yes," Rufus smirked.
Basil's smile broadened.
"To be enjoyed right away?" he beamed.
"Almost," the tiger winked in reply.
Basil snuffled at the teasing tone, while his eyes still remained lingering on the little surprise pouch.
"Still planning to keep me waiting then?" he pouted, staring at his friend with suspicion.
Rufus showed his teeth in his smile.
"Perhaps..." he licked his lips, brilliant pink against the white of his teeth.
"Gah!" Basil exclaimed, his tail tapping the floor.
Rufus reached over and ruffled his friend's mane with his free paw, before he let it fall over Basil's arm and gave it another of his customary squeezes. The tiger was smiling still, listening to his friend's softly purring breath for a moment.
"Patience, friend."
Basil chuckled.
"I would have some if you didn't tease me so much, Rufus!"
"Then I won't," Rufus whispered, now leaning close.
Basil took the plunge and tipped his muzzle forward just enough to brush their lips together. Rufus, much to the tiger's joy, purred into the kiss and allowed it to linger for several moments before he let their maws part from the kiss. Basil felt heat over his cheeks, as well as in all the right places as well. Hs breaths rumbled.
Rufus' eyes seemed to have new warmth in them when he looked at the tiger by him.
"Get out of that robe and I'll give you your gift, Basil," the tiger whispered, quietly, sensually, and dangerously.
Basil's heart leaped in his chest as he heard the tone that he was so familiar with...the same one that always made sure that Rufus never had much trouble coaxing his friend to do as he wished, and Basil was quite happy following these little commands, for knowing that they usually ended up in something that was highly pleasurable for both of them. Thus, it did not take him long to begin to tug on cords and deal with sleeves, so that in only a few moments the tiger stood there only in his undergarment, consisting of a long linen shirt that fell down to his knees, and nothing more. There was even a parting on the cloth on the back for his tail, currently swaying a little as he stood there. Basil knew that he front of his shirt would have a noticeably bulge on it as well, and he saw Rufus' eyes linger there as well, and felt extra pulsing in the length of flesh that had already pushed itself out into the open from its protective sheath. His breaths deepened as he stared at his friend, so openly appreciative of Basil's own form, he was sure.
"Now?" Basil spoke hopefully.
Rufus flicked his paw.
"Stand by the table and put your paws on it, Basil," the tiger rumbled.
Basil's footpaws felt almost unsteady as he took the few ambling steps required to reach the grey stone slab. It felt cold under his paws, and sent a shiver up his arms, and into his spine. Instinctually, he pushed his backside out, just a little, to make sure that the fellow tiger would see its inviting curve. His excitement grew with every passing moment as he expected that the tiger would come up behind him and play with his body until he could not do anything but beg for Rufus to have him right there and then. His breath quickened the moment he saw Basil step over and settle behind the tiger partially bent over the stone slab.
Basil could not keep back his curiosities, and kept his eyes trained on the tiger standing behind him, now fiddling with the mysterious pouch. He pulled open the cord, and once his paw reemerged, he was holding a glass vial on his palm. Basil's ears flicked with surprise. That was definitely not an especially surprising revelation, considering that a good helping of oil was most often a part of their carnal ritual...unless Rufus preferred to use his maw to do the anointing in an even more personal manner.
"That's it?" the tiger breathed out.
Rufus chuckled and patted his friend's rear with his paw.
"Hush."
The tiger uncapped the vial and drizzled some of the slightly golden fluid onto his palm. Basil felt a twinge of pleasurable tension under his tail, in the muscles hidden there he knew might soon be put into use by his friend's lustful activities...and he could hardly wait.
"Alright, but don't...keep me waiting for too long, please," Basil moaned, looking over his shoulder.
Rufus only smiled.
"Stay still."
Basil felt the folds of his shirt move as the tiger tugged on them to make room and better expose his rear for Rufus' lustful gaze. That came only a moment before he felt touch, warm and silky, and slick, too, stroking along the parting of his rear. The tiger breathed out sharply, always well affected by the touch that was coming from Rufus' expert paw.
"Ohh...."
Rufus, his smile never wavering, pushed his fingers under the tiger's tail and stroked his slick pads over the bare skin he found. Basil purred and pushed himself against the touch, hoping that the tiger's fingers would rather find him from within and not just from outside.
To his dismay, the tiger's paw left almost as soon as it had found him, and left him standing there, tail curved to the side, and bare, exposed for the tiger's whims. Basil's eyes found Rufus', looking curiously at him from his vulnerable posture.
"What...?" he breathed.
Rufus waved the pouch.
"Just making you ready for the real gift," the tiger licked his lips.
"Hurry..." Basil breathed out raggedly.
Rufus' paw sunk into the little secret pouch, and while his friend watched, something white emerged. Basil's eyes widened.
"What...what is that?" the tiger exclaimed.
Rufus picked the open vial from the stone slab and poured some of the oil over the white object now held in his palm.
"A pleasure gift," the tiger replied.
Basil's tail smacked the floor.
"You...you can't be planning to..."
Rufus lifted the now glistening object up so that both of them could see it perfect detail. It was perhaps six inches long, perfectly white and completely smooth, with a pointed tip and a bulbous end that seemed to have some sort of a purpose to it, though Basil wasn't so sure about that. It seemed to be as thick as his thumb.
"You'll like it," the tiger spoke simply.
Basil flicked his ears sharply.
"I'd much prefer something else, I must say," the tiger snuffled ruefully, looking at his fully dressed friend.
Rufus smirked.
"You'll get that as well, but I promise you, this will make it even more...worth it," he spoke.
"I don't see how," Basil snorted.
Rufus stepped forward and aligned his paw in a rather meaningful manner that silenced his friend. Basil, bent over the slab, could do nothing but stand still and wait for what was to come. Rufus' free paw fell over his back and game him a rub there, over the rippling muscles.
"You'll see."
The tiger pushed. The object felt odd and cool against Basil's slick hole, much different to the usually warm digits or other body parts that might attempt to penetrate his tight opening. This strange, lifeless object was nonetheless going into him, being pressed forward by the tiger behind him. His muscles could only resist it for a moment before they parted and allowed the whole strange device to enter him, sliding deep inside his body and stretching his muscles in a few breath-shattering seconds that ended with the bony-looking object completely embedded inside Basil's backside.
Basil let out a deep breath as he felt his body squeeze down on the strange object within himself. As that happened, it pressed against something inside him, that same place that was always touched whenever they were mating, and made his hard prick jump. A pleasurable sensation followed, lingering in his underbelly.
Rufus withdrew his paw from under Basil's tail and placed it over his friend's back, to join the one already rubbing there. He was breathing rapidly as well.
"How does it feel?" the tiger whispered.
Basil breathed out deeply. He wasn't sure how it felt. He felt full, though not quite as much as when being taken roughly from behind by the fellow tiger in question, but still, there was no mistaking that something was deep inside him. His body couldn't quite agree with the odd object spreading his muscles, and this constant tension was making the device jump and shift inside him, prodding against his pleasurable place with every movement. The sensation of fullness and the occasional pressure created a weird sensation within him. All told, it almost made him shiver.
He could not lie.
"It...ahh...it feels...good..."
Rufus squeezed the tiger's rump and gave it another pat.
"I knew you'd enjoy it."
Basil snorted.
"You experienced with it then?"
Rufus chuckled.
"Maybe I am."
Basil smacked his friend with his tail, and as a result, encouraged his impaled backside to squeeze on the invading object once more, eliciting a moan from the tiger. Rufus simply laughed still.
"It is quite interesting, isn't it?"
"Odd more like," Basil replied. "But it's good."
"Good," Rufus grinned. "You can dress now."
Basil stood up and turned to his friend in an instant, eyes wide and his muzzle wide open. His eyes stared at his friend standing a pace away. A rumble rose from his chest.
"What?"
Squeeze.
Gasp.
Rufus pocketed the empty pouch into the folds of his robe and shrugged.
"I am sorry, but I did lie just a little, my friend," Rufus spoke.
Basil grunted.
"You lied?"
Rufus nodded.
"Indeed I did...when I said that I would not make you wait," the tiger rumbled. "But I must admit that...I will."
Basil made a face.
"What do you mean? What is the purpose of this game?"
His prick throbbed, and his backside throbbed, as the mystery device pressed into his sensitive places. The heat in his belly was making it more difficult to be scowling at Rufus.
Rufus cupped his friend's muzzle into his paw and smiled.
"Just like I said," he murmured, "you will have to wait...but once the wait is over...that thing inside you is going to make sure that you will be more ready than you'll ever be."
Basil flashed his teeth.
"You're not saying that..."
Rufus licked his lips.
"When the evening bells toll, we will be back into this room, I will remove that thing from you, and you'll see stars," the tiger husked.
Basil opened his maw to complain, but the tiger's lips felt too good, and the kiss that followed, all too pleasant to interrupt with something like complaints about his friend's wicked ways.
Even as he purred into the kiss, his body tensed.
He leaked.
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Heheh, To Be Continued is in order here, I think!
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