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Ryu sat up in bed, and looked around the dark cabin.

They were on their way to the seaside town of Lyp, and then from there south to the Empire. But for now, there were several more days of sailing ahead of them. Ryu wasn't sure he could stand it that long. Sure, at the beginning the breeze and smell had been a refreshing change from the dry desert he had been in, but after the second night of waking up covered in salt flakes and dried sweat it started wearing on him.

Ryu ran a hand through his hair, which dislodged a small amount of the dried salt that had accumulated there and made him look like he had a bad case of dandruff as thousands of tiny salt flakes cascaded down to land on his bare shoulders.

Ryu grumbled as he swung out of his bunk, making sure to land quietly so he wouldn't awaken anyone else. He slid into his pants and tied his belt around his waist, choosing to go without a shirt. No use in wearing anything more than necessary, especially with the humidity. He looked over at the other bunks, checking to make sure everyone else had remained asleep. His companions in the other three bunks were still fast asleep, and Ershin looked to be sleeping still, down the hall.

There were only four beds for the six of them (not including the three brothers whose ship they were on, as they had their own quarters), so they had drawn straws to see who had to sleep in the hammock made from cargo netting. Ershin had said it did not need to sleep in a bed or hammock, and removed itself from the drawing. Cray had lost the draw last night, and thus should have been in the hammock, either asleep or grumbling at Ryu to stop making noise. The hammock was, however, empty.

Ryu hummed to himself tunelessly as he looked around the ship. After all, if he couldn't sleep he might as well find the other person who was awake, and also make sure Cray hadn't fallen off the ship or something. Ryu checked the deck first, but found only two of the brothers, one on lookout duty and the other steering. Neither of them had seen Cray, so it was unlikely he had come up on deck, which was good news on the 'drowning' angle.

It was a fairly small ship, so that left only one other place that Cray could be. Ryu walked over to the open hatch leading down into the darkened hold, his bare feet making almost no sound against the worn planks. It was even more humid down there, and the salt smell was stronger than ever. Ryu hesitated for a few seconds, before he climbed down the rungs to the hold.

The wood beneath Ryu's feet was damp and swollen from the water and humidity, and the only light was shining through the hatch Ryu had just came in though from a small lantern in the room above. Ryu carefully walked down the raised center walkway, his feet slipping slightly against the slick wood. On both sides of the main walkway an inch or so of water had gathered, either from a tiny leak or just plain condensed water, as the humidity in the hold was almost enough to make Ryu gag with each breath.

Ryu reached the middle of the hold and carefully slid around the large wooden pillar there to look around the other half of the hold area.

Cray was in fact down there, and Ryu couldn't quite figure out what he was doing. His pants and vest were tossed carelessly to rest on a wooden crate, and Cray stood in the water, with one of his hands wrapped around his tail about an inch away from the base, while the other held a comb with short, stiff bristles. Cray was twisting his upper body and craning his head around, as if to get a good look at his tail.

Ryu blinked as Cray jerkily spun in a circle, and his feet moved in what Ryu could have called a graceless dance, as each time he got into the right position to view his tail he had to move his hips back into alignment which pulled his tail out of his hands, which made him try the whole thing over again. As Cray tried for the third time (that Ryu had seen, at least), though, one of his feet slipped on the water covered floor and Cray fell to the floor with a loud curse and a splash. Ryu was standing far enough away so that only a few droplets landed on his skin, but Cray looked absolutely drenched.

Ryu bit down on his lip to prevent his laughter from escaping, but when Cray looked crosseyed at a bedraggled strand of hair that had fallen between his eyes and tried to blow it back into position with a breath only to have it slide back down in between his eyes, Ryu failed. Ryu let loose a quiet laugh that he stifled a half-second later, but Cray had noticed who was there by that time.

"Ryu," Cray glared at him, then lumbered to his feet, being careful not to slip again. "What are you doing down here at this hour?" Beads of water trickled down Cray's bare arms to collect at his fingertips then drip down into the pooled water in the hold, and Ryu followed their path with his eyes. Cray folded his arms over his chest.

Ryu blinked, and then refocused his gaze on Cray's face. "I couldn't sleep. I noticed you weren't asleep either so I went looking." Ryu paused for a second and watched more rivulets of water trickle down Cray's bare chest. "What are you doing down here?"

Cray reached down with one hand to tug on his tail, which was now wrapped half-heartedly around one of his legs, and Ryu had to focus very hard on keeping his gaze above Cray's waist. But Ryu did have excellent peripheral vision. Cray held his tail in his hands, the tail which at this point resembled a wet yellow striped sock more than anything else.

"I was trying to get the salt out of my fur. It's been driving me nuts since we started this little trip." Cray released his tail, and it swung back behind him. "It's almost enough to make me feel sorry for Scias." Cray sighed, and glared at a waterlogged barrel lying in the hold. "All the salt in the air sticks to my fur and when it dries out salt crystals form all over. If I don't get those out they get bigger and bigger and they're stuck to the fur and... it's terrible."

Ryu had noticed that Cray had been more irritable than usual, but he hadn't thought much of it. Ryu thought for a few seconds. "I could help you, if you'd like."

Cray seemed surprised at that. The two had never really gotten along. "Huh?"

"Well, I'm not going to get back to sleep any time soon, and it didn't seem like you were having much luck by yourself, so..." Ryu trailed off.

"Well, uh... sure, I guess." Cray handed the comb (which he had kept in hand when he fell) to Ryu and then turned around, letting his tail hang limply between his legs. Ryu surreptitiously looked at Cray's body while his back was turned.

Cray was really muscular, Ryu realized. Cray's legs were solid muscle, and had a fairly heavy coating of blond hair. Ryu looked at the juncture where Cray's tail attached to his body. The tail connected right above Cray's ass, and there was a trail of blond fur leading upwards for several inches before it tapered off to nothing but sparse hairs. The muscles in Cray's back were just as well-defined as his leg muscles, and Ryu watched Cray shift around for a few seconds before Cray spoke, his back still turned.

"It's best if you start at the tip and work your way up to the base." Ryu looked down guiltily to fix his gaze on Cray's slightly swinging tail. He reached a hand forward to grasp Cray's still damp tail in one hand, while he started to pick through the fur with the comb in his other hand, occasionally dislodging chunks of salt.

It was true, Cray's tail really was full of salt crystals. Because of the incredibly large amount of salt in the ocean and the high humidity, Ryu occasionally woke up with a extremely thin coating of salt on his skin, but it broke apart and flaked off almost as soon as he stood up. With Cray's fur, it would become a much larger and more uncomfortable problem. There were small chunks, roughly the same size as Ryu's smallest fingernail, everywhere in the thick fur of Cray's tail. Not only that, but his tail was also salt-encrusted, so hundreds of tiny salt flakes would cascade down every time Cray twitched his tail. Cray's fall into the water had half-dissolved some of the crystals, but most were still stuck firmly on Cray's tail.

Ryu was halfway up the tail before he noticed Cray was purring. It had started out as a quiet hum, but had grown to a rumbling growl as Ryu kept working. Cray probably didn't even realize that he was doing it, Ryu mused, as he freed yet another small chunk from Cray's fur. Ryu slowly worked his way up Cray's tail, the comb and his fingers carefully pulling out chunks of salt and clearing the majority of the crusted salt off Cray's tail. Meanwhile, Cray craned his head back and his purr got even louder. Ryu started to blush. They both had a slight sheen of sweat on their bodies from just the high heat and humidity of the hold, and the comb was starting to feel slightly slippery in Ryu's hand. Ryu was embarrassingly aware of the fact the Cray was erect, not just from the occasional glimpses he got as Cray shifted around, but also because he could smell Cray's arousal.

He had less than a handspan left to go before he reached the base of Cray's tail. Ryu reached out a hand to feel the bottom side of Cray's tail and was surprised to make contact with Cray's upper thigh. Cray's purring abruptly dropped to a low moan at Ryu's touch. Ryu hastily drew his hand back and continued brushing out the last bits of salt from Cray's tail. Now, however, his hand occasionally made contact with Cray's thighs and ass, and Cray found himself biting back moans whenever he felt Ryu's hands against his bare skin.

Ryu carefully worked out the last salt crystal that was stuck right at the base of Cray's tail, which involved lots of careful picking at the hair while his hands brushed over the globes of Cray's ass. Cray bit down hard on his cheek to prevent himself from groaning out. Eventually, though, the crystal loosened and fell to the ground with a soft splash before slowly dissolving in the inch of water at the bottom of the hold.

Ryu carefully combed Cray's fur back to its rightful position, which let even more tiny salt flakes fall from Cray's tail. Ryu paused once he finished combing the tip of Cray's tail. This was the part where he left, he thought. He just wasn't quite sure how he could do it, when he knew perfectly well that Cray was very aroused and naked right in front of him. So Ryu threw common sense to the wind and reached forward with a hand to trail his crooked finger down the crevice of Cray's ass and then around to softly brush against Cray's heavy balls before reaching upwards to carefully stroke Cray's hardened cock.

Cray groaned loudly as Ryu slowly stroked his cock. A second later, Cray had pulled away and pinned Ryu to the hull. From this vantage point, Ryu could see that Cray's cock was oozing precome. Then, Cray surged forward and bowed his head down to nip at Ryu's neck. Cray drew back after a few seconds, and Ryu found himself now leaning forward to bite and suck on Cray's skin, which was unsurprisingly laden with the taste of salt and slippery with sweat.

Ryu was exceedingly aware of the heat of Cray's body as they pressed together, and the slick hull of the ship slid against his back. Cray's straining erection pressed against Ryu's stomach, and Cray was practically panting in Ryu's ear. Cray's hands dropped down to fumble with the loose knot on Ryu's belt, which quickly undid the knot and pulled the scrap of fabric through the beltloops. Ryu's pants slid down his legs to pool at his feet, the fabric quickly getting soaked by the water in the hold.

Cray ground their erections together and Ryu arched back, his hands clawing at the small of Cray's back. Cray leaned back, his breath coming in heavy gasps, then spun Ryu around so the younger man fell against some of the cargo in the hold. Cray stood in front of him and stroked his own cock, then spread the copious amounts of precome on his fingers. He carefully moved his fingers between Ryu's legs to prod at the tight hole there. Ryu shuddered, and his muscles involuntarily clenched as Cray slowly eased a finger into him.

Ryu bit down as Cray pushed another finger into him and wiggled them around a bit. Ryu leaned up on his elbows and spread his legs, giving Cray better access. Cray pulled his fingers out with a wet sucking noise, then stroked his cock again to spread his precome all over the shaft. Cray grabbed ahold of Ryu's legs and slowly pushed the tip of his uncircumcised cock into Ryu's ass.

Ryu moaned as the thick head of Cray's cock eased into him. Cray planted his arms on either side of Ryu's shoulders and pushed forward, shoving more of his dick into Ryu. Ryu felt Cray's cock slide deeper, until he could feel Cray's pubic hair pressed against his ass. Ryu looked up to see Cray draw a shuddering breath, and he took the opportunity to press their lips together in a tight kiss. Ryu threw his hands over Cray's shoulders as Cray began thrusting slowly.

With each thrust Ryu slid a bit against the damp wood on the crate he was half-lying on, and he absentmindedly thought of the possibly of splinters before a particularly savage thrust sent a ripple of mixed pleasure and pain through his body. One of Cray's hands drifted downwards to rub and squeeze around the head of Ryu's cock, and Ryu bit down on his tongue at the sudden sensation. Cray's thick fingers slid down Ryu's slippery shaft before forming a fist at the base as Cray started to stroke Ryu's cock in tandem with his own thrusts. Ryu leaned back and squirmed under Cray's touch.

After a fairly short amount of time Ryu felt his orgasm approaching, and he bucked his hips, sliding his cock through Cray's enclosing fist. Cray responded by carefully squeezing his fist, practically milking Ryu's dick. Ryu felt his muscles clench up as he started his release, and his cock shot several sticky ropes of come that landed on his chest.

Cray looked down at Ryu and slid his fingers through the lines of come on Ryu's chest, his sensitive fingertips feeling the hard muscle under Ryu's skin. He thrust erratically into Ryu, and he felt his breath come in ragged pants as his hand trailed upward to reach Ryu's nipples, his hand now slippery with Ryu's ejaculation. He roughly pinched down on one of Ryu's nipple and the resulting breathy moan sent him over the edge as well.

Cray slammed his hips against Ryu and came with a long groan, his come spurting deep into Ryu in several long spasms. Cray shuddered as he felt himself ejaculate in Ryu, and he stood in that position for several seconds before he carefully pulled out, his orgasm fading. Cray panted, the humid air of the hold suddenly seeming cloying. Ryu let his legs fall to the ground, his breath also coming in gasps.

Cray coughed, as if clearing his throat, and spoke softly. "I guess we get along better then we thought, huh?"