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"Seeing Red"

"Look, Elisa I don't know what you're talking about. I haven't been to Green-Wood Cemetery, hell I haven't even been to Brooklyn in the last month."

Brooklyn looked into Elisa's eyes, having just awakened from a long day's slumber to her accusing him of being spotted the night before. She was already irritated, he could tell with the fact that her arms were crossed. A gust of cool night air brushed back her raven dark hair, which brushed the bangs of her hair across her face. "But I heard at least three eyewitness statements of a large red demon-like monster hanging out at the cathedral over the last few nights. It's almost unmistakeable."

"You have been wrong in assuming before, Elisa." Goliath said. "Brooklyn was keeping watch here last night, protecting the castle while the rest of us were on patrol."

Elisa's mouth hung open as though she were about to say something, but realized that he was right; there was a time where she had mistaken Thailog for Goliath. "You don't think one of the clones--"

"Nah, that's impossible." Brooklyn shook his head. "I mean none of them are red, right?" He said. "Maybe I should go check this thing out."

"Ya think you'll be needin' some backup, lad?" Hudson, who had been standing nearby asked as he approached the other three. "I don't think you should do this alone."

"No, it's about time I patrolled out that way anyway." Brooklyn said. "I'll check it out, if I need help I'll come get you guys."

"Alright here." Elisa said, reaching into her jacket and pulling out her cell phone. "Just call if you need anything. The castle's number is programmed in--"

Brooklyn put up a hand and shook his head. "Thanks, but I think I'll be fine." He said. "I'll check it out, and hey if it's friendly, maybe we'll have a new friend come tomorrow morning."

"Just be careful." Goliath warned. "Not all of our kind are friendly."

"Even if he were our kind..." Hudson added.

Brooklyn nodded slightly, flicking his white hair back before leaping from the battlement and spreading his wings to the gusts of wind from below and taking off.

The night sky was rather clear with an impressive full moon out on complete display as he made his way toward the borough that was his namesake; taking care to stay high enough to remain out of human sight, he knew that while the humans of New York had begun to tolerate their presence, that he shouldn't take it for granted. He didn't want to scare the humans into doing irrational things like they were prone to doing. As he crossed the bridge separating the island of Manhattan from Brooklyn, he veered toward the familiar peaks he immediately recognized as the largest graveyard in the city. Taking care to avoid being seen, Brooklyn silently landed on the top of a mausoleum, hiding in the shadows of its dome-shaped roof and surveying the land around him. It was just after dark, and the idea of humans still wandering the graveyard wasn't entirely out of the question.

This place was massive and sprawling with plenty of good spots to hide, but instead of taking a roof-by-roof approach, Brooklyn spotted a marked trail that led through the cemetery and decided to take that instead. It was a rather warm night, even the cool breezes that came through the graveyard did little to comfort him and after a bit, he ran his arm across his forehead and sighed. "Man, Brooklyn. You really know how to pick the best nights for stuff like this." He said to himself. "Find a demon in the graveyard after dark on one of the hottest nights of the year. Brilliant idea."

The sound of something falling to the ground turned the gargoyle on his heel as he tried to find the source of the noise. The way it echoed, it could have come from anywhere. Brooklyn frowned a bit and continued down the path toward a large cathedral that stood above the other structures off in the distance. "Hello?" He called out. "Is anyone there?" Brooklyn paused, waiting for some sort of a response. "I'm a friend... or at least a potential friend. My name's Brooklyn."

He felt rather stupid, wandering through a large cemetery at night alone, calling to someone or something that might as well be blood thirsty wasn't the best idea either. But he was sure that whatever it was might be more receptive to a friendly voice than a sneaky gargoyle...

As he approached the cathedral, Brooklyn made note of the manufactured gargoyles that lined the roof and swallowed the lump in his throat. He sighed and called out again; "Hello? Is anybody there?" He asked, but still was met with silence. "I'm beginning to wonder if this whole thing is just some tabloid rumor." He said to himself. "It doesn't look like anyb--" He paused and narrowed his eyes toward the cathedral's shadowed roof. For a split second there, he'd thought maybe he had seen a white glow moving along the rooftop. He looked toward the sky again; there were some clouds that had moved in, partially obscuring the moon and adding a bit of darkness to the area. Brooklyn didn't like this one bit, it was too bad the chill to his spine didn't provide any relief from the warm night air.

Suddenly, he saw something standing on the roof. "Hey!" He called out as the creature stopped his trip along the cathedral. It turned to look at him with glowing white eyes that seemed unlike anything the gargoyle had seen before. "Why don't you come down here? I'm not going to hurt you."

"You will not hurt me?" The creature responded in an amused tone of voice.

The clouds began to clear from the moon to reveal the crouching creature above and Brooklyn was stunned. The demon was well built, it was evident even in this pose that his thick torso was rather fit, which fell off into a slimmer waist. The gargoyle's head was lacking of hair but also came to a slight point near the top and a blunt beak on his face. He had a pair of dark wings on his back, each of which came to a point near the top that fell forward like spikes on either side. He was also very naked, the demon's dick swung in the breeze like a metronome that caught the gargoyle's attention almost immediately, forcing him to clear his throat to take in the sight. "N-not if I don't have to." He said rather nervously now. "I'm Brooklyn, by the way."

"So I heard." The creature said scratching his claw along the shingles he was leaning against, ripping them apart. "They call me Fireband."

"Firebrand? What kind of a name is that?"

"What kind of a name is Brooklyn?" He imitated.

"Listen, I want to be your friend. Introduce you to our clan leader Goliath. It's hard to find any of our kind anymore, I'm sure he'd be glad to--"

"I am not interested in your kind." He said. "At least not in the interest of joining you."

"What do you mean? You're a gargoyle, aren't you?"

The creature grinned. "Not like you." He said.

"What do you mean?"

"I come from a different place." Firebrand said, sounding vague. "Another world inhabited by creatures like myself."

"How did you get here?" Brooklyn asked.

"A better question would be--" Firebrand suddenly moved so fast that Brooklyn barely had a chance to react before the beast was upon him, pinning him back against a gravestone, the two gargoyles weren't only chest-to-chest now, but crotch to crotch as the slightly taller demon pressed against him. "What to do with you?"

Brooklyn put his hands back to rest against the stone pressing against the back of his legs, Firebrand's weight was keeping him somewhat off balance, and he could feel the cold metal of the bracers on the other gargoyle's arms. His heart was racing suddenly as he looked into those pure white eyes. Truly, he wasn't like any other gargoyle he had met before. Firebrand's grin widened some as Brooklyn stammered. "W-what do you--" He felt Firebrand's hands move and slip under his loincloth, making him jump in surprise as the claws grasped the base of his balls and squeezed them tight.

"Wearing coverings like a human." He said crudely. "It is not becoming one such as yourself." He made short work as he tugged Brooklyn's belt and his cloth fell away. Firebrand didn't even look down at what he'd uncovered, he merely gave a satisfied growl. "Skin red as fire, we should be proud of our appearances."

Firebrand's cock was already beginning to harden, and Brooklyn's followed in response. Firebrand pressed forward and Brooklyn leaned back, feeling their shafts cross like swords against each other's stomachs. A fiery heat radiated from the strange demon's body as Brooklyn realized where this sudden heatwave must have been coming from and he couldn't help but moan as the other gargoyle bit his neck teasingly. "Pl-please, what do you want?"

The demon smirked coyly at the whimpering of Brooklyn's voice and pressed himself forward. Brooklyn cried out as he fell to the ground behind the grave and watched as Firebrand deftly hopped onto the stone, then dropped down to the ground at the gargoyle's feet. He knelt at Brooklyn's legs, dragging a single claw up the length of the shaft and indulging with delight the stream of precum white that dripped from the top. "Just you." He answered very subtly as he lowered his beak and wrapped his mouth around Brooklyn's shaft.

Brooklyn gasped in surprise at the sudden warmth that swelled around his member. His legs kicked slightly as he laid back with a soft moan, feeling Firebrand's almost serpent-thin tongue as it tasted every inch of his shaft and even flicked a few times around the orbs at the base. The demon's shoulders raised slowly as he took long deep breaths, diving his mouth deeper along the male anatomy, one claw grasping the base with a firm grip while the other ran up the gargoyle's stomach and chest with enough force to keep him from moving around. Brooklyn saw the demon's back raise some, giving notice to his tailless form. His slightly pointed head moving from side to side and applying different pressures to Brooklyn's throbbing meat. He didn't know what to do but lie there and moan, scratching at the grass under him as he felt Firebrand's feverish claw begin to dig into his torso's flesh, scratching it with each long lift of his face, then return down to the very depths. His throat flexed, Brooklyn could feel it penetrate the demon's innards as though he were mating with him. It was so slow, so concise that it was a tease just to keep him barely from exploding deep into the demon's throat. That changed though when Firebrand's hands firmly took ahold of the gargoyle's backside and he began to play with Brooklyn's fleshy ring. Slowly, Firebrand pressed his fingers lewdly into Brooklyn's rear, pressing past the barrier of muscle and into his ass; a feeling that brought a sensation of pleasure and pain at the same time. Brooklyn's chest heaved up with anxiousness and he began to cry out for more.

"RRRRRHHH!" Brooklyn's claws dug deep into the ground, almost ripping the soil apart as he began to eject his cum into Firebrand's maw. His eyes went bright white as he came, thrashing his head about as his body went into convulsions of seed, spending deep into the demon's throat, and even spilling over from his muzzle.

"Very nice..." Firebrand complimented, releasing Brooklyn's still-shooting shaft and letting it spit across both of them. "Full of fervor and vitality." He licked his hand with his still white tongue and stroked his own shaft with it. "But, Brooklyn. You know what they say, it's better to give..." He left off the punchline as he threw Brooklyn's legs onto his shoulders and pushed inward all of a sudden.

Too sudden for Brooklyn, who cried out in pain as the demon thrust into him so hard that his back scooted across the grass slightly. The demon lustily persisted and pulled the gargoyle's legs back toward him, thrusting in so hard now that it was more a sense of urgency than anything else. "Oh yessss...." He moaned. "So very tight..." He moved his arms up now and grabbed Brooklyn by his shoulders, rocking forward and plunging harder down into the gargoyle's ass, making him cry out and growl just a little bit louder, their glowing white eyes making contact as Brooklyn's long hair tousled across the ground under him. Firebrand's claws dragged themselves without restraint down Brooklyn's torso, leaving deep scratches as his wings spread out. Slowly he rose up, pressing himself inward deeper with every lustful gasp for air.

Brooklyn felt like his legs were about to pop from how hard the other gargoyle was riding him, his wings were spread, but lay flat across the ground while Firebrand's continued to spread, then curl in the enjoyment of the moment. Deeper, and harder, Brooklyn was getting hard again at the feeling of warmth pushing into his ass he couldn't help but roll his eyes back in the passion of a good fuck. He began to growl, egging Firebrand by moaning "Harder" or "More" with every single loud slap against his ass as the other demon's body writhed and moved deep within him. Another sensation that Brooklyn could feel was Firebrand's precum pouring out from between them.

There was a "meeting of roars" as it were, as both males climaxed at once. Brooklyn's semen shot across his chest, shooting against his face like he'd gone weeks of being pent up, even though Firebrand had relieved him of that only a few minutes ago. It leapt across his thighs and chest, pooling into his stomach muscles all at once. Firebrand literally felt like a bomb of lava shot off in his ass, for two or three resounding pulses, Brooklyn wasn't sure to cry out in pain or pleasure. Firebrand released his cock from the gargoyle's ass and began to coat him in a mixture of his own seed as well as it spit across him. Firebrand grinned as he rubbed his spent shaft against Brooklyn's, coating the both of them in the combination of their seed before the pulses slowly died down and eventually; Brooklyn, being exhausted from this rigorous night's romp, closed his eyes and dozed off to sleep.

He'd awakened sometime later, curled up in the grass of the cemetery alone. As he sat up, Brooklyn looked around to see that Firebrand was nowhere to be found. Groggy and with an ass as sore as to be expected from being ridden so hard, the gargoyle got up, collected his clothing and cleaned himself up in the water on the way back to the castle. Still unsure if Firebrand was actually real, or if he'd imagined it and made a mess out of himself from being pent up for so long.

Returning to the castle, he was surprised to see Goliath at his perch, getting ready for sunrise to come. The leader greeted Brooklyn with a wave and the second in command landed a perch above him. "Oh, hey Goliath." He said.

Goliath raised an eyebrow. "Brooklyn, you've been gone for hours, the sun is due up soon."

"I know. Sorry about that. I got... side tracked." He admitted.

"What about this monster people have been seeing? Were you able to find anything out?"

Brooklyn shook his head unsure. "Nothing concrete." He said. "I'd say we should keep an eye out for him though--"

"Are you alright? Why are you covered in scratches?" Goliath asked.

Looking down at the various bite marks and scratches across his body, Brooklyn had completely forgotten about how rough Firebrand was. "Oh, I fell through a tree." He lied, sparking much confusion in the older gargoyle's eyes. "Yeah, I suddenly lost the wind completely and just came crashing down. They'll be healed by tomorrow night."

"Hmm. Well, alright." Goliath said. "Just so long as you are safe. So there is nothing to worry about then?"

Brooklyn looked in the direction of the borough of his namesake, remembering almost exactly where the graveyard was and wondering if Firebrand was still there. "No... I don't think so." He said at last.

Soon, the sun rose and the Gargoyles fell into their stone sleep again. From across the water, Firebrand looked toward the high rise building on which the gargoyles' castle rested and he leaned against the thick trunks of the tree he'd picked his resting spot in. Soon it would be time for him to return to his world and leave the realm of humans behind. He grinned as he still tasted Brooklyn's seed on his tongue and he inhaled sharply. "Brooklyn with skin as red as fire, someday I will return for you." He said with a wide grin across his narrow face before vanishing into a ball of flame.

THE END