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Man in the Mirror

“Cool,” Alex gave a little smirk as he picked up a hand mirror in a pile of other vanity objects. The lion was looking through the antique store for gifts for his boyfriend. His boyfriend was a bit of an old soul and had the aesthetic of a Victorian queen. The more extravagant and detailed, the better. Rococo or Baroque, whatever the little minx wanted at the time. Alex couldn’t tell the difference, but the lion’s little minx could spot the differences like it was as clear as a zit on someone’s nose.

Alex looked at himself in the mirror, changing the angles to check out his sharp features. The lion knew he was hot, and he enjoyed looking at himself, and so did his little man. The lion’s mane was a glorious gold, his eyes blue as the ocean, his muzzle thick and dusted with stubble. He would need to shave soon, but the dark hairs really accented the sharp cut of his jaw and Adam’s apple.

“Damn Alex, you sexy dog,” the lion chuckled and winked at himself in the mirror before setting it down and shoving his hands into his old letterman jacket. He needed to find something for his boyfriend soon. Their anniversary was coming up fast, and he wasn’t going to be one of those guys that forget the important stuff. Sure, he knew he was vane, but he wasn’t an asshole. The whole reason he was looking at mirrors in the first place was because his little minx was obsessed with the magic mirror from Beauty and the Beast, and he wanted to find one that fit the bill.

The lion continued to parous the shop, finding the arrant mirror there, a candelabra here, a tapestry there, but he wasn’t finding exactly what he wanted. Sure the original mirror looked nice, but it wasn’t what his boyfriend would have liked. It was a bit too simplistic.

“Hey,” Alex approached the front counter, the old display cases glowing with their backlights, showing off the jewelry’s sparkle. “Do you have any other hand mirrors? I saw the one in your display over in the corner, but I was hoping for something more complex.”

“A silver mirror not good enough for the misses?” The old sheepdog behind the counter folded up his paper and put it down, his glasses the only indicator of where his eyes were.

“He’s more into really gaudy stuff,” Alex corrected the store clerk. “The hand mirror is beautiful, but it’s not exactly what I’m looking for. You got anything that a Victorian queen would use?”

“Maybe not a queen, but a lord’s lady,” the old man scratched his chin before standing up, the man was thin despite his copious fur. “I think I have just the thing. What kind of budget are you working with.”

“Let’s see the merchandise before we start haggling,” Alex smirked.

“Pretty and smart,” the shop keep chuckled before opening a trunk from behind the desk. “I got this from a vendor just this morning. Swears it’s magical in origin, if you believe that kind of stuff.”

“A magic mirror?” Alex cocked a brow.

“Yeah, it’s a real beauty,” the old shep came back up and had a gorgeous brass hand mirror. The handle looked like a wood nymph weaving tarnished ivy up the mirror into fleur de lis and a heart shaped crown. The brass wasn’t polished and had natural tarnish on it and even some green oxidation around the handle and in some of the deeper crevices. “Here, be careful, it’s heavy.”

Alex wrapped his fingers around it and felt the heavy weight of the brass. He brushed his thumb over the sides, the edges and the leaves that flanked its sides were sharp and had light oxidation. He quickly flipped it over to inspect the back and it had an intricate flur de lis on with flowers branching off it.

“Huh, looks a little rusted,” Alex looked up at the man.

“It’s an older authentic piece, but I understand your concerns. Let me pull up the lot number and get some specifics.”

The old man pulled out a three ring binder with hundreds of leaflets inside. He flipped over to the appropriate vendor and pulled it up.

“Ah, Magic Mirror, it’s your lucky day,” the shep smirked. “It’s part of a lot from a vendor that’s closing down. Everything they got is half off. I can give you a good price on it.”

“Oh really? What’s the original price?” Alex smirked.

The two haggled back and forth for a bit, but in the end, both were happy with the exchange as the old man packaged up the mirror and tied it off with some twine. Alex put the parcel under his arm as he made the walk back to his car, a spring in his step at having found the perfect gift.

***

“Okay, so you take the polish and you do what now?” Alex kept looking over at the tutorial on the screen to see if he could polish the mirror. He knew Ron would love it either way, but he decided to try his hand at polishing the old metal to really make it shine. The lion pursed his lips looking down at the mirror and debating his next move. He caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror and picked it up before looking deep into it.

Alex could see himself in the mirror, and the longer he looked into his own eyes, the less he recognized them. Then all of a sudden, the face of a rat pushed up against the glass.

“Holy shit!” Alex almost dropped the mirror before clutching it to his chest.

“Hello?” a muffled voice came from his chest. “Don’t be alarmed.”

“What the fuck…” Alex slowly pulled the mirror away from his chest and looked into it, this time, the back of the mirror was a swirling vortex of ghastly greens while the face of a rat hovered in the center of it all.

“Thank you,” the rat said, his voice echoing a little as though he were in a large hall. “As nice as your chest is, I don’t particularly care to be pressed up against it.”

“Wait…you’re actually a magic mirror?” Alex cocked a brow. “Like, for real?”

“Not so much an enchanted mirror, but more of a soul trapped in a magical prison.” The rat’s head motioned like it was shrugging. A surprising feat since it had no shoulders.

“Woah…so, can I, like, ask you stuff?”

“I mean, you can,” the rat cocked his head. “But I can only tell you what I already know, and I’ve been out of the loop for quite some time. I’m surprised you were able to activate me. You must have natural potential for magical aptitude.”

“Uh…thanks?” Alex scratched the back of his head. “I mean, I think that’s a good thing.”

“It is,” the rat continued, his stoic expression simply confirming in his monotone.

“Sweet,” Alex smirked. “So…I guess…what’s your name?”

“I’m not entirely sure what my name is or was,” the rat answered. “Though may I ask you for your name?”

“Oh, sure, Alexander, my dude!” Alex chuckled. “So you’re trapped in there?”

“Yeah, but I’ve made my peace with it. Such thoughtful questions. Most mages ask me things about the afterlife or the arcane, and not much about myself.”

“I mean, you’re a magic mirror, right? I think that’s a lot more interesting than myself. Now that you mention it though, what kind of magic stuff can you teach me?”

“Anything and everything involving enchantments, basic necromancy, divination, and some other basic tools for a mage, such as yourself. How much knowledge do you have of the arcane?”

“Um…I didn’t even know magic was real until about…two seconds ago? So I would say none.”

“How quaint,” the rat cocked his head. “Impressive you called me forth with the magic you had dormant inside you. Would you like me to teach you magic?”

“Sure! Do you have anything that could help me get a new gift for my boyfriend?”

“Boyfriend? So brazen to talk about your secret lover like this.”

“Well, I don’t know what era you’re from, but here it’s not so big a deal anymore. People are openly gay all the time. Were you gay when you were alive?”

“They did call me fay quite a bit,” the rat simply rolled his eyes. “Though I was married to a woman, I also found men attractive.”

“Sweet, so you’re bi,” Alex smirked. “I mean, I’m gay as they come, but I can get behind the B in LGBT.”

“Bi?” the rat asked.

“Yeah dude! Bisexual means you’re attracted to both men and women.”

“Sounds ludicrous, but if you say so. I haven’t had a window into the real world for quite some time.”

“Sounds like it, but I can get you up to speed,” Alex smirked. “Show you a thing or two. Hey, would breaking this mirror set you free or something?”

“No,” the rat answered with a bit of urgency. “No, breaking the mirror would break my soul. Please be gentle with my vessel.”

“Woah! Sorry dude,” Alex gently set the mirror on the carpet and sat down, his tail swaying behind him excitedly. “So, what should I call you for now?”

“I’m not quite sure,” the rat pondered for a moment. “Alexander does sound like a fine name. I’ve heard of it before, thought the name wasn’t’ popular in my time.”

“People shorten it to Xander all the time. Would that work?”

“Sounds good to me.”

“Sweet,” Alex smirked. “That way if anyone sees me talking to the mirror they might just think I’m talking to myself.”

“Sounds like a plan Alexander.”

“Nah, just call me Alex,” the lion smirked. “That’s what my friends call me anyway.”

“A friend? This era must be much more free than the one I came from.”

“For sure, my dude!” Alex gave the glass a little fist bump. “We keep it chill.”

“Yes…chill…” The rat head cocked to the side. “And what of the mages of your time?”

“Most of them are in Vegas doing shows, but they ain’t real magicians or anything. They just do party tricks and stuff.”

“Ah, fake magi for parties were common in my era. Real magic couldn’t be used for entertainment.”

“Alright my guy, we got to get you all caught up,” Alex pulled out his phone. “See, this is probably a lot like your magic mirrors, but this one is connected to the internet.”

“So you do have magic?” The rat questioned.

“Nah dude, it’s science. This thing is made of metal and glass, and powered by electricity.”

“Electricity?” The rat questioned again.

“Oh man, Xander, I’ll have a lot to teach you too.”

***

Alex and Xander’s training began. One offered information about the real world and the other about the arcane. Alex learned quickly he could do some basic enchantments, like making stones glow or have dice fall on specific faces, even make it so he always drew a specific card from a deck as long as he shuffled it. Xander was a sponge, soaking up information about the world and adapting to the new world.

The lion never did give his minx boyfriend the mirror, opting to give him something else. Alex and Xander were becoming fast friends, even if their interactions were transactional in nature, the two were warming up to each other quickly.

“Hey bud,” Alex asked one day. “Why are you always so stoic. We can be watching a killer movie and you don’t even jump. What’s all that about?”

“I need to be calm and collect. Emotions disrupt the crystalline structure of the glass. If I show too much emotion, or if I let my feelings get the better of me, my prison could shatter.”

“Dude! Really?” Alex continued his magic training, this time trying to slow time around a watch to get it off a few seconds. “That blows.”

“It’s simply the circumstances of my situation. Like I’ve told you before. I’ve made my peace with it.”

“Well…can I get you out?”

“I would need a body for that,” the rat man sighed. “My body has long since decomposed and returned to the earth. The only thing that’s left of me is my soul.”

“Well…what if I let you take my body? Temporarily of course. You know, let your emotions out so you can just chill.”

“That would be wonderful, but I couldn’t ask you to do that.”

“My guy, I’m offering. I can’t let my favorite teacher be trapped in an emotionless prison forever.”

“You would do that, for me?” Xander cocked his head.

“Yeah, I would. How long can we switch bodies for?”

“So long as the conditions are right, you could swap us on a full moon during the witching hour. I would only need a few hours to assess your body’s arcane abilities and I could switch us back whenever you want.”

“Well, how long we talking? I could use a break to just chill and meditate. Sleeping for a few hours sounds good to me.”

“I don’t actually sleep in here. A body needs rest, but a spirit doesn’t sleep the way a body does.”

“Well, do you meditate and dream?”

“Yes and no,” Xander responded vaguely. “It’s hard to explain, but it’s more like daydreaming while being half asleep, and you have to keep your emotions under control or you’ll crack your prison. In short, yes, but not really sleeping.”

“Okay, and how long would it take for you to asses my body for your magic stuff?”

“A few hours, maybe a day if your magical network is atrophied.”

“Well, then what’s the problem. I could give you a day in my body.”

“I guess the experience could be educational all around,” Xander pondered it. “You would know more about your spirit, maybe even feel it once you know how it can be touched.”

“Yeah, it’ll be great,” Alex smirked. “And if it makes me more magically inclined, that’s a huge plus!”

“Well, you’ll learn more in that one day than what I could teach you in a month…practical application can be so much more efficient. If you’re willing to do this, I would be very grateful, and It would help you as well.”

“Then let’s do it!” Alex pulled up his phone. “The next full moon is only a few days away.”

“Then I’ll teach you the spell so we can switch places.”

***

“Okay, time to get to it,” Alex smiled and placed the mirror in the center of the circle.

“Now be careful to channel your energy through the blood,” Xander reminded him.

“I got this my dude, don’t worry,” Alex smirked and pricked his finger and let a single drop of blood drip onto the surface of the mirror. “Now, time to start the incantation.”

Alex and Xander started chanting the same incantation, their voices echoing each other, the spell more like a song in Latin. They needed to stay in time, the metronome in Alex’s phone keeping them in sync. Alex felt a gentle pull, but it wasn’t pulling his body. Xander warned him about this, and to just keep chanting without fighting the feeling. Alex felt like he was floating, weightless as he was carried on a gentle current. It was cool to the touch yet he didn’t feel cold. It was like he was an ember on a boat being gently ferried down a river, his voice echoing with Xander’s as they sang in harmony, their voices becoming one, before splitting off. Alex felt like he was being lifted out of the current, light piercing his eyelids. It was moonlight, strong and bright. Their chanting ended and Alex opened his eyes.

He had to blink to really focus. It was like he was in a hall of mirrors only the reflections ran off in all directions and into infinity, and there was a singular mirror before him that looked out into the world. He placed his hand against it. It was warm, the silvery light of the moon filtering in. The ghastly greens had changed to ocean blues, his soul coloring the magic of the mirror.

“Woah…” Alex smiled, his body tingling all over, or lack thereof. He was just a soul, his entire form billowing smokes and a head attached to it. He finally understood Xander’s anatomy in the mirror. That swirling vortex wasn’t the magic, but his lower half as he gazed up into the mirror.

The sound of tinkling filled the mirror world, as though wind chimes made of glass were shaking in the wind.

“Alex, stay calm,” a voice echoed through the window as it was lifted up. Alex’s own face coming to greet him, only his eyes weren’t blue, they were an emerald green. “You can’t get too riled up. That tinkling sound is the mirrors reverberating to your emotions.”

“Oh,” Alex took a deep breath, or whatever spirits do, and let it out slowly. “Got it.”

“Good,” Xander smiled into the mirror. “I forgot how noisy a body can be. I was used to my quiet contemplation, but now…do you normally hear your gut rumbling?”

“Sorry, been a while since I ate something. Figured I’d leave my calories for you to have. Got some cake and stake in the fridge for ya bud.”

“How thoughtful,” Xander smiled. “I do have to say, you have quite the impressive magical network. Your body naturally flows with energy, like you’re in tune with the ambient magic around you. It’s quite…exhilarating.”

“Really?” Alex cocked a brow in the mirror. “Sounds pretty crazy. I had no idea.”

“Well, it’ll be much easier to teach you now that I know how your body works, but it’s a lot more powerful than I first surmised. I dare say you would rival some of my old masters.”

“Sweet,” Alex could feel himself getting excited, the sound of that glass tinkling in the distance. “So, how much emotion can you show in here, cuz I can hear the glass right now.”

“You can show a little,” Xander shrugged. “Nothing huge, but mild exclamations and joy are fine. It’s frustration and anger that really disrupt the glass.”

“Gotcha,” Alex winked. “I’m a pretty chill dude, so I got this in the bag.”

“While you’re in there, try to use your magic. You’ll learn quite a bit on how to channel things with visual cues.”

“Hey, you go enjoy your sexy ass self,” Alex winked at his own face. “I’m going to play around and then maybe take a nap. It’s my day off. Just make sure you put me in front of the TV before you go.”

“Ah yeah, here you are,” Xander placed the mirror on the couch, his hands feeling so surreal while occupying a corporeal form. “I guess…I’ll just go eat.”

“Yeah bud! Enjoy yourself! If you have any questions, just ask my phone.”

“Alex…”

“Yeah?”

“Thanks,” Xander smiled warmly before heading off to the kitchen to eat his first meal in centuries.

***

Xander enjoyed a bath, a wine that wasn’t so great, but got the job done, and he felt more like himself for the first time in a long time. The lion was currently standing in his bedroom and looking at the mirror on the back of the door. Alex was quite the fine specimen, his powerful body sculpted by years of hard work and natural genetics.

It was odd looking at Alex’s face with his own stoic expression. He seemed so much colder, but with just a few small changes, the golden lion had a sexy smirk, his abs flexed as he felt them up, his hand with his thick, strong fingers, slipping higher onto his pecs and then up into his still wet mane. Even matted with water he looked sexy. He took a deep breath, excitement thrumming through his veins. Then he noticed the tent under his towel.

Xander blushed. Sure, he was naked before, but he tried to avert his eyes while he was in the bath. The thick layer of bubbles and lather fit for a king of his era was common place in this time, so it’s not like he was looking at his friend’s naked form. Though now…did he dare?

Xander looked both ways before letting the towel flop to the floor. As a rat man, his memories of being small and insignificant were washed away with the surge of pride at looking at the body he now housed. His dick, even only half hard, was at least eight inches of proud lion meat. His thick, heavy nuts hung low from having soaked in the warm water. His hand slipped down as he grabbed the base of his shaft. It felt heavy and warm, so different from what he remembered of his old body. If anything, he would fuck his fist, never making it to his thumb. Now, he couldn’t hold half of it with just one hand.

A deep sense of pride burned up his chest, his cheeks glowing pink with more than just flustered nerves. He slipped his hand further forward and then back. He could feel his fingers bounce on the throbbing veins of his friend’s virility, and the way it tingled up his spine, deep in his loins, it was electric.

Then he purred, his entire body vibrating with the sensation. It was deep and powerful, strong and virile.

“Oh my lord,” Xander’s voice rumbled from deep in his chest, his one hand coming up to his nipple and giving a soft gasp, growling in lust as he started to stroke his dick faster and faster. His body tingling with pleasure as he stroked. His large foot paws fanned, his claws coming out as he dug them into the carpet, his hips thrusting into his strokes, his balls drawing up, his mind ablaze, his veins humming with pleasure as his heart fluttered.

“Oh…oh my god,” Xander’s eyes went wide as he stroked himself off, tweaking his nipples with his other hand. Pleasure surged through him, his body twitching as the pleasure built faster and faster, higher and higher, more potent with each stroke. Wet stroking filled the room as pre dribbled from Xander’s cock, that angry eleven incher throbbing with the young vitality of a man in his prime. He stroked hard and fast, lubing his cock up with his own slick until.

“Shit!” Xander grit his teeth, the pleasure spiking so fast he couldn’t control it. He gripped down hard on his cock, but it only throbbed harder before a thick rope of potent jizz smacked the mirror. Rope after rope smacked that mirror, covering the lower half in milky strands as they rolled down like angel’s tears over his reflection.

Xander gasped, gulping air as he calmed himself. He stumbled backwards before sitting on the floor, his cock leaking onto the carpet as he looked over what he just did. He lifted his hand, his fingers a stringy mess of cum. His mouth watered as he leaned in and licked it. It was warm, but cooling fast. He lapped it off his fingers, the musky flavor filling his muzzle and tainting his breath. He huffed, the smell filling his senses and his dick twitching to half mass again. He didn’t want to come down. It felt too good to rest in his afterglow. One thought soured his high though.

He would have to hand over his body back to Alex soon.

“Maybe just a little longer,” he told himself. “Just a little while longer.”

***

“You said I would only be in here for a day, tops,” Alex was trying to keep his cool, but he was starting to get a little angry at his friend. “It’s been three days.”

“I know,” Xander said, putting his hand up to calm Alex. “Your body is just a bit more difficult to control than I thought.”

“Yeah, you’ve been saying that for a while now,” Alex rolled his eyes. At first it was exciting to have a body that was so naturally strong. “But it can’t be that difficult, can it?”

“I’m sorry Alex,” Xander sighed. “We might have to wait a little longer before I get the hang of your magic.”

“I mean, I guess there isn’t much else to do, but to put on another show and practice my forms.” Alex sighed. “I’m starting to see why you were so grateful for switching places. This place is cool, but it’s getting a bit old, fast.”

“Yeah, I know,” Xander looked down, his green eyes glittering. “Though, hopefully you won’t be in there much longer.”

Xander took the mirror to the bedroom. He then put his finger in his mouth, slicking it up with his spit, before drawing a circle on the edge of the mirror.

“Hey, what’s that?” Alex cocked a brow.

“Just a simple binding spell,” Xander took in a deep breath. “Alex, I’m not going back.”

“Back where? To the store to pick up that protein powder? Come on, it’s not like I can do it myself while I’m in here.”

“No,” Xander sighed. “What I mean is that I’m not going back into the mirror.”

“Why, did you find a way to free yourself?”

“No,” Xander looked sternly into the mirror.

“Well, then how…” Alex’s eyes went wide, the mirror world tinkling. “No.”

“I’m sorry Alex, but I’m not going to let this era pass me by, nor this body. I’m taking this chance at freedom, at a new life.”

“But it’s my life!” Alex snarled, the sound of the mirror world clinking louder.

“Yeah, I’m sorry about that,” Xander shrugged. “But I I’m not going to spend an eternity in that mirror. I’d rather live my life and die in this era than go back to that hell. Sorry Alex, but this is goodbye.”

“You son of a—”

Xander wove his hand over the mirror, Alex’s face vanishing as the binding spell silenced him. He knew Alex could still see and hear him, but he couldn’t force himself to be seen or heard as long as the mirror was bound.

Just then, Xander’s phone buzzed.

“Hope you don’t mind Alex,” Xander lifted the phone to show off what he had been messaging to his boyfriend. “But I invited my man over for some fun. Didn’t know he was so kinky.”

The mirror vibrated.

“Stay calm in there Alex, or you’ll break,” Xander smirked, scrolling up the chat and showing he sent a dick pick of his fat cock lining his boxers. “I’m excited enough for the both of us.”

Xander knew he was being cruel, but if Alex knew anything about why the rat was locked in that mirror, he never would have agreed to switch bodies with him. To be fair, Xander didn’t remember either.

Xander went to the door to invite his minx boyfriend in.

“Hey there Alex,” Ron smirked, the tall, lanky form of the minx standing in the doorway with his overnight bag. His cute little rounded ears and button nose were adorable, only made cuter by the sly smirk he had. His fur was silky, chocolate brown, his eyes dark. He wore tight sweatpants and a crop top with a windbreaker over the top. “Been a hot minute. You said you were only going to need a day—”

Xander pulled Ron close, the big lion still a full head above his sculpted minx. Ron wasn’t tinny, probably a swimmer’s build with tight muscle, but nothing particularly bulging, except his thick, juicy cheeks. Xander gave a low, lusty growl as his fingers gripped those cheeks, his claws digging into those sweats and tearing them.

“Oh my dearest Ron,” Xander murred, pulling the minx close, his one hand cupping that ass while the other guided his muzzle to his, their lips smacking as they kissed deeply. It was electric, Xander having been touch starved for so long made it so even the lightest touch caused static to roll over his nerves, his spine to tingle and his heart to race. It was like a drug and he never wanted to quit. “You’ll never be rid of me again.”

“Oh my,” Ron blushed deeply. “How forward. Normally I’m the one pouncing on you.”

“Darling,” Xander brushed his thumb over Ron’s cheek. “I’ve had some time to think, and I decided it was time to reinvent myself.”

Xander used his powerful arms to scoop up Ron, the minx nothing more than a light bundle for the lion to man handle. The lion found the minx’s mouth with his own, their lips gently smacking, his tongue lulling deep inside his muzzle. He brought him to his bed, laying him down like he was a precious bouquet.”

“Oh my, Alex,” Ron murred. “You’re so gentlemanly.”

“Call me Xander,” the lion purred.

Alex watched as his boyfriend was put down on the bed, his lips curling back into a snarl as he growled, his claws raking against the glass.

“How dare you,” he growled. “Stop!”

Xander blinked, he felt the anger coming from the mirror, the energy radiating off of it, the way it hummed.

“Something wrong?” Ron asked breathlessly.

“No,” Xander smiled back down at his lover. “Everything is right where it needs to be.”

Xander leaned in and kissed his man, their bodies grinding as they made out, the massive lion pinning his minx to the mattress. Every attempt Ron made to get on top was thwarted with a loving kiss, a gentle grip, or a tender bite.

“Don’t worry darling,” Xander purred. “I’ll take good care of you.”

“Oh fuck, Xander,” Ron moaned as the lion nibbled on his neck, sucking and smacking on his sensitive tendons, leaving marks and hickies. He never let Alex do that before, but he was tingling from his toes to the crown of his head. He couldn’t deny the voracious man atop him. He wasn’t just consuming him, he was savoring him, tasting his every edge and curve. It was like Xander was committing every vein and love bite to memory, so he could paint Ron by memory with his tongue.

“Yes my dear?” Xander purred in Ron’s ear, his hot breath making his spine tingle.

“Fuck,” Ron struggled against the foreplay, his entire body alight with the sensitive and attentive licks and kisses of his lover. Xander was like an entirely different person. Normally Ron would ride his dick on top, cowgirl style, but this was like he was slowly being unwrapped, a flower being plucked one tantalizing petal at a time.

Every kiss breathed, “he loves me” and every nip purred “he loves me not,” but in a way that was more of a biting love note, like a tease. Every petal removed bloomed another in it’s place, the lion atop the minx teaching him exactly what a tender tongue and voracious love of life could lead to.

Xander felt like he was a little rusty. He couldn’t even really remember the last time he had sex, but he knew how to love. He knew how to cherish and to be devout, but this was something different. His heart beat deep, his body knowing his mate, and he wasn’t going to let a beauty like Ron go another day without knowing what it felt like to be worshiped and devoured all at the same time.

“Fuck, Alex, come on, I need it so bad,” Ron panted, his breath heavy and hot, his cock an iron rod soaking through his sweats.

“Come now darling,” Xander purred into Ron’s ear. “That’s not my name.”

“Fuck! Fuck me Xander!” Ron gasped.

“That’s it, my love,” Xander purred, kissing his ear so softly it caused the little round appendage to flick. “Ask and you shall receive.”

Xander pulled up, and before Ron could really do much, the lion flipped his minx over, his hands gripping those large orbs and tearing open his pants. Those thick slabs of cake jiggling out of his sweats, his tail already hiked up to give Xander access to his quivering hole. The lion ditched his shirt before continuing.

Xander leaned forward, his abs coming to rest down on Ron’s back, his fingers running up under his shirt to pull it off while lulling his tongue between the minx’s shoulder blades and coming up to his neck to kiss and suckle on the most sensitive spots. He tossed the shirt aside, leaving them both topless.

“Fuck me Alex!” Ron moaned, pushing back with his ass.

“No darling,” Alex tenderly nipped his man’s ear. “That’s not my name.” He slowly wrapped his arm up underneath the minx’s armpit so he could grip him by the neck. “Say it right, my love.”

“Oh my…oh god, Xander…fuck me please,” Ron twitched, his body alight and his spine felt like it was plugged into the powerful chest bearing down on his back.

“Does that feel good darling?” Xander purred as he ground his hips down onto that ass, his dick hard and throbbing.

“Oh fuck yes, yes babe, please, fuck me please.”

“Yes my dear, Ron,” Xander purred, his hips rolling, his free hand pushing down his shorts and freeing his thick slab of meet. “You ready for me?”

“Yes Alex-I man Xander. Yes please Xander, get inside me.”

“Yeah, let’s forget about Alex,” Xander purred deeply as he rolled his hips back, his thick head pushing against Ron’s pucker, the minx’s tail wraping around his man for support. A thick wad of pre oozed out of his cock tip and lubed that hole. Xander gave a deep pur and pushed forward. “Almost there.”

“Fuck! Get it inside! Get it inside me Xander-OOoooooohhhh fuck…” Ron’s eyes rolled back into his skull as he was pinned down, that thick meat slowly sinking into his hole and spreading his cheeks.

“Does that feel good darling?” Xander purred. “Better than ever before?”

“Oh fuck yes,” Ron moaned.

Alex snarled, trying to hold back his rage as he saw the exact moment Xander entered his man. It was like watching someone expertly work over his man in a way he never could. He felt inadequate and also cheated. He slammed his fist against the mirror, a deep growl forming in his throat.

Xander glanced over at the mirror as he sank his dick into that hole, a thick crack raking it’s way across the mirror. Xander simply smirked and rolled his hips forward, Ron giving a high pitched moan that covered up the sound of more cracks frosting the mirror.

“That’s it darling, let me do all the work for,” Xander murred into the minx’s neck as he rolled his hips nice and deep. Slow at first, but then the soft plap of his hips smacking those thick cheeks started to fill the air. That cock was surrounded by warm, silky walls, gripped and flexed on as Ron’s prostate was expertly played with. With Alex’s muscle memory and Xander’s personality, the entire landscape of their lovemaking had changed, and Xander was going to delve into those trenches and ride those peaks.

“Stop it! Stop!” Alex shouted, pounding his fists against the mirror, trying to break free, the lines of the mirror getting deeper, the glass all around him humming and shereaking, begging him to stop, but Alex didn’t care. He was a rabid beast, snarling, slamming his fists against the mirror as it continued to crack and fissure.

Xander was panting into Ron’s ear as he continued to roll his hips faster and faster, his thighs loudly plapping into Ron’s cheeks as he screamed his pleasures. He had never had so many involuntary screams rip his throat open, never had he been so close while having his dick pushed into the mattress. Normally he would have to ride his man in order to come so he could have more control over the orgasm, but now, he trusted Xander completely with his pleasure, his hot breath filled with promises of love and pleasure.

“Yes my love, my darling, I’m getting close, do you feel it?”

“Yes! Yes don’t stop! I’m almost there!”

Xander grunted before his balls started to get tight.

“I’m going to cum,” Xander moaned. “I’m going to cum inside you!”

“Yes! Cum inside me baby! Cum in me Xander!”

Ron lifted his legs up as best he could, trying to pull his man in closer, begging him not to pull out. Not that he needed to. Xander’s nuts drew up, his panting maw slowly curling into a roar, his purring growing into growls.

“Yes! Take my kittens! Yes!” Xander shouted before his balls bounced, his cock lurching forward and unleashing a torrent of cum.

“STOP!” Alex shrieked. He slammed his fist against the mirror, the world screeching like rebar breaking. Cracks sliced through reality, new facets forming to cut the world to ribbons. Alex slammed his fist one more time and everything shattered.

“Don’t stop! Yes! Fill me up!” Ron moaned, his cock spewing his load into the mattress as he felt the thick hot ropes of his lion lover breeding him nice and deep.

As soon as Xander’s initial orgasm tapered off, he found Ron’s mouth land they made out deep and passionate, their tongus dancing as Xander rolled his hips, milking his orgasm for every dorp of seed.

“Oh shit,” Ron broke the kiss. “Your mirror!”

“What?” Xander blinked and looked over at the mirror, the glass shattered and spilled over the nightstand. “Don’t worry about it my darling. The only face I need to see is yours.”

And so they continued well into the night, making deep passionate love. Xander was much more sophisticated and clever than before, and Ron loved every moment of his devoted and caring man. Alex was a fond memory, and sometimes Xander dawned his old letterman to play the part, but in the end, Ron would always come back to his loving caring Xander.

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