Family
#5 of Sequence
Get the references or I will hunt you down and gut you alive.
R.I.P. from Seattle, Washington
People pass, people move on and forget the departed. Deeds forgotten, deeds remembered, death brings grief to all and wipes away petty differences. You may be gone, but your legend will never die.
-Diesel Dragon
Milo just watched his younger brother struggled with his siblings, trying very hard not to slice through there still soft scales with his claws. Even dulled, for Milo knew his brother kept then relatively dull to not cut his unarmored friends, they were sharp enough to slash through the hatchling's soft scales. They wouldn't harden until puberty kicked in, about another six months.
Milo came in, shutting the door behind him. Trevor pinned the little dragons eventually, and growled at them, a little angry. He never did like surprise visits, and didn't like being attacked by anyone. Both little dragons were scared by there older brother's response, and curled a little at his withering glare. Milo smiled. "Quite the thriller, aren't you?" he said, smile staining his words.
Trevor snorted and let the young ones up. "Beat it." He looked at his brother. "You look like hell, you know that?" Milo said with a smile "That's what she said." Trevor shook his head "You always have to say that, don't you?" Milo laughed
"Well, whatever." Milo said. Trevor snorted. "Aaron, Vince, this is my jackass of a brother, Milo." They both said hello, and Trevor led his brother to the kitchen and tossed him a drink from the fridge. "What are you doing here? Your email said you wouldn't be here for another week."
Milo shrugged. "I couldn't wait. Things came up." He opened his can and took a sip. Trevor shook his head. "A little warning would be nice next time..." he sat down at the table with his brother and wrapped his tail around his legs. He could see his young siblings playing in his backyard. They chased each other around for a while before sitting in the shade.
"Milo...they are out of Italy why? They shouldn't have left until sixteen, just like us." Trevor asked. Milo's voice took a flat edge. "Issues came up." Trevor knew exactly what this meant, and nodded. "When do you move next?" The dark red dragon took what seemed like forever to answer "Three days. Then we move on." Trevor nodded "Am I in any danger?"
Milo shook his head. "No, but stay low anyway. Father would be furious if he learned that you had been killed in a drive by." He stood, and Trevor saw a scar across Milo's belly, and felt a pang of painful guilt. The scar had come from a failed attempt on his life, and Milo had taken a knife across the gut for him. Trevor had been ten, and Milo fourteen. They had tried to get at Trevor, because his plates hadn't formed and his scales soft. Milo's plates had just formed, and weren't completely hard. He had just barely survived. His sister, who had tried to stop them, hadn't.
Milo caught his gaze and frowned. "It wasn't your fault. She died trying to catch them and trace them back. She would have wanted it that way, helping the family." He hugged his younger brother, comforting him the best he could. "She wouldn't want you beating yourself up." Trevor nodded, bottling the feeling rushing through him. Milo released him and called the little ones in Italian. They came running inside. "Say goodbye to you brother for the day, we have things to do." They both hugged him, and said there goodbyes.
Trevor watched them get into a stretch limo, and wondered how his brother could ride comfortable in the car. He shook his head and closed the front door. Aaron and Vince were watching TV, and Trevor crept back to see his mate.
She still wasn't up, but it was early. He snuggled against her, and she rolled over to kiss him. When she did, a moment's hesitation from Trevor tipped her off. "What's wrong with my dragon?" he sighed "I can't hide anything from you, can I love?" she shook her head and sat up. He stayed lying down, and started to tell her of his sister. She laid her head on his chest as he told the tragic story to her, his words weaving a web of guilt years old.
"Oh honey, don't beat yourself up. She died trying to help you, and your brother loves you enough to take a knife for you. You know how much I love you." She said, kissing him. "I know... I miss her though... My memory of her is as sharp as a scalpel, and I don't think I will ever forget her." Trevor said.
She moved on top of him. "Then don't try." She ran her hands across his chest lovingly. He relaxed as she ran her hands all over his body. He jumped a little when she slid her hands under his waistband and squeezed his balls. "Not so hard, those are sensitive..." She responded by doing it again, making him gasp. She smiled and inserted two fingers into his slit, making him buck once. She ran them over the head of his shaft a few times before taking them out and licking them, loving the taste.
Trevor was amazed she did that. Nobody else had ever done anything like that to him. It hurt, but he liked it. His cock was sliding slowly out of him, and Larual started to paw him off before he was fully up. When he was at full length, she took his whole member into her mouth, making him groan and let his head fall back. She worked his shorts off completely, letting them fall to floor. He didn't mind.
She worked his meat expertly, swiveling her tongue around the head, then all the way to the base, making him twitch and jerk as she pushed his limit. She went faster, squeezing his balls again. Trevor suppressed a roar as he was pushed over the limit, filling Laurel's mouth with hot dragon cum. She drank all of it down, and smiled at Trevor. "Nothing like hot dragon milk in the morning..." she murmured. Trevor stared to calm down, panting. "That was not needed..." he managed to say "But thank you."
They got up and Laurel went to shower. Trevor sprayed himself with body spray to cover the smell of dragon cum. It worked quite well, and he put on some boxers and black cargo pants. He left his chest bare, as he did most of the time when at home. He picked up his cell and typed out a text to Amelia before going into the living room. Aaron and Vince were playing one of his systems, and Aaron, even with a hangover, was winning.
Aaron won the round of the shooter, and Vince let out a curse. "How is it you can win, even with a fucking hangover? That shouldn't be possible, damn it!!" Vince was obviously unhappy with the outcome of the round. Aaron just smiled stupidly. Trevor went to check on Rick, and found him curled up with the husky. They were an adorable couple, but if the husky hurt Rick in any way, Trevor would tear him in half. Rick was a friend, an adorable one, but a friend. He would be damned if he let one get hurt.
Trevor shut the guest bedroom door and went to the living room to see the duo playing another round. The two were very competitive, and it made Trevor laugh. He then went to make breakfast, planning the rest of the day. Trevor got a pan out, some butter and a large carton of eggs. He made enough fried eggs for everyone except himself. He had eaten a large meal a day or so ago, and didn't need eat for another day or so.
He cracked a few eggs into a large bowl, then got milk, baking soda and flour, putting the eggs away. After a few seconds though, he got some sugar and cinnamon from a cupboard. He began to make pancake batter, and was stirring it when Aaron came into the kitchen. He got some water and sat at the table, texting somebody. Trevor got out his griddle and heated it up, focusing on cooking. Even will the cutting edge kitchen appliances, he hand nearly lost the tip of his tail many times, or ripped a hole in his wings, or burned himself.
When the griddle was hot, he poured a batch of pancakes onto the surface. He retrieved a spatula from the proper drawer and flipped them when it was time. The smell of breakfast drew the guests to his large oak table. He started bacon on another griddle while everyone talked. Laurel had cleaned herself of her activities with Trevor, of that he was grateful. When everything was almost done, he got a glass boat and filled it with syrup, placing it on the griddle. He had this made for just this reason, and watched as the syrup bubbled and heated up just as everything was ready.
He loaded five plates with food and took them to the table. Everybody was happy and talking. The husky looked a little freaked out by the warm welcome. It appeared that he was accustomed to being kicked out after a one night stand. Rick told a joke, making the whole table laugh. Trevor let them all start to eat before cleaning up and putting everything away. When that was done, he went back to his computer.
He opened up the email system he used and started another email, this one to his father. He was about halfway through it when he was hugged from behind. "What are you up to, big guy?" It was Rick, the ninja otter wrapping his arms around Trevor's neck. "Hello, little marine mammal... Did you sleep well?" Trevor said, answering Rick's question with another.
"Well, considering the circumstances, I slept perfectly. What about you?" Rick said, running a paw over Trevor's exposed chest. Trevor tried to ignore it, but even with the morning's release, he yearned for more. He shook his large head and continued his email. Rick chuckled "Am I distracting the big dragon?" he said playfully, running his paws lower on Trevor's chest. The red dragon shivered and said "Very much so. Do you need anything, or are you just trying to seduce me?"
Rick turned him around and looked into the dragon's yellow eyes. "Does it really matter." then kissed him full on the lips. Trevor nearly melted, surprising himself. He didn't know he wanted to be kissed so much. He tasted traces breakfast food in the otter's mouth, and his breath smelled like syrup. Trevor had never tasted a kiss so delectable, and returned it in full, making Rick moan. His paws found Trevor's pants button, and undid it. Trevor was already slightly aroused by the chest rub, and a few inches of limp dragon cock was hanging down in his boxers. Rick's soft paws found this and started to massage it.
Trevor moaned, relaxing into the wonderful attention. Trevor found himself on the bed, Rick on top of him. The mammal slide the big reptile's shorts and boxers down with his foot-paws, completely exposing his hardening dragonhood. Trevor let his bassist's paws explore the otter's back fur, running hard, long ivory claws through short, soft, muddy brown fur. Rick removed his own tan cargo pants, revealing nothing underneath. He pressed himself against the reptilian, kiss still going strong.
When the kiss finally did end, Trevor was fully hard. Rick was panting, hit own member growing out of its sheath. Trevor licked his paw, then started rubbing Rick slowly, making the otter twitch and moan. Rick grabbed the dragon's meat and angled it to his tailhole, then slowly slid onto it. Trevor moaned and let his tongue fall out of his maw. As Rick hilted, Trevor let out a hissing moan of pleasure, arching his back and spreading his wings a little.
"You like that, don't you?" Rick said, his voice dripping lust. He slowly slid the dragon cock out of him, then even slower back in, enjoying every ridge in the shaft. He felt the pointed head prod his prostate and gasped. He shut his eyes and started to ride the dragon, softly at first, but speeding up as soon as his tailhole let him. Trevor moaned a little louder, nearly melting into the mattress. He let his mind drift, and his eyes closed. Rick started to pant, still not used to having a sizable dragon cock in his rear.
As the otter rode him harder, Trevor found himself thrusting up into Rick as he came down, shoving his dick deep into the furry mammal. Trevor dug his claws into Rick's sides, making him gasp in pain. The big dragon made Rick bounce harder and harder, until he was growling, the hot, tight otter ass pushing him toward his orgasm fast. Trevor thrashed his tail, messing up his sheets.
Trevor gripped the otter's sides harder, and Rick started bleeding. Blood slid down Trevor's claws, dripping onto his legs and thighs. He started to breathe harder and make Rick ride him harder. The room filled with the smell of blood, and Trevor felt a new, deep set lust stir. His heart rate jumped a bit higher, and had nothing to do with the sexy otter on his lap.
Rick stopped, worried. The dragon's body tensed and his pupils expanded. Rick recognized the signs. He slowly extracted the dragon from his rear and got off his lap. He went into the bathroom and started the shower. He showered and bandaged the claw marks in his side. Rick had a few carnivore friends, and had seen this happen before. Trevor needed to cool off, and that required time. He was not satisfied, but it would have to wait. Being blue balled was better then being ripped apart.
When he got out, Trevor was still on the bed, but his member was back inside its slit, and he was back to normal. Rick started to dry off and went over to him. "Hey...Are you going to be alright?" The red dragon nodded, suddenly tired. He got up and sighed, pulling his boxers up. "Sorry Rick. I-I need to calm down..." The large reptilian got up and stumbled into the bathroom, starting the shower.
Never before had he reacted so badly to another's creature's blood. He had smelled blood on man occasions, and even tasted it a few times, but never wanted to kill for it. He wasn't sure what was going on with him. He got into the shower after shedding his boxers, putting his large horned head against the wall, the tiles feeling good on his head. He washed and got out a while later, still thinking.
In the living room, Rick had just sat down and was playing a game when the husky stood and stretched. "I should head home. Rick, you are an amazing fuck, and I hope to see you again." He said goodbye to everybody, and after a hug and some whispered dirty words, left.
Rick was a little unhappy to see him go, but kept playing his game. He couldn't stop worrying about Trevor, and kept losing the game. He eventually got off and said he needed to go home as well, which he did. He said goodbye, and after Amelia said she would tell Trevor his goodbye, left after the husky.