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Gary muffled the jangling of his keys as he turned the lock and entered the house quietly. It was completely dark, and he was certain his roommate was sleeping; the last thing he wanted to do was wake up a tired gryphon.

He wasn't very practiced at this - usually he was home a lot earlier, with time to shoot the breeze with his roomie, Lane, before the two headed off to sleep. But his new job was starting to occasionally put him on the late shift, and once or twice a week he was getting back in the dead of night. It wasn't very pleasant, and he was hoping they found someone else to fill the role soon. But he needed the money, so he didn't complain to his bosses about it - not yet, anyway.

Everything seemed to go well this time; he remembered the first couple of times he'd come in so late he'd made way too much noise, but this time he kept himself quiet and was quickly in the bedroom, able to see his sleeping roommate bundled in his bed. Lane was a head taller than Gary and a good forty pounds heavier, but he was very friendly and outgoing and a lot of fun to be around at parties. Gary and Lane had been friends for many years, since elementary school, and he couldn't imagine a better buddy to go through life with.

Of course, being two guys who were known to have "flexible" sexuality and living together, they got plenty of jokes about being a couple. In truth, they'd never been together and had never really had any intentions of getting together; they were excellent friends, but never talked about taking it to another level. Besides, they weren't even that much a match for each other's tastes in male partners; Lane tended to have a thing for girly-boys, while Gary preferred smaller men. Still, no one could deny that they were very close, almost as close as they could get without being partners. They slept in the same bedroom, and both preferred to sleep in the buff at that. They had on occasion showered together when time was of the essence. It wasn't uncommon for them to walk around the house in various states of undress, and the other wouldn't even bat an eye. They were at a point where such things didn't really matter.

Having successfully navigated the house without waking Lane, Gary stripped himself down and snuck his way into bed. The slight whistle of Lane's breathing was quite the soothing sound; he was infinitely glad that Lane didn't snore, Gary had slept with a brother who snored for years and it drove him up the wall every time he got woken up by it. Lane was almost perfect to sleep near, however, quiet and usually pretty still. As tired as he was, Gary was asleep in almost no time.

He awoke again with a jolt when something landed on his bed. It was still dark, and he couldn't see that well, but when the covers got yanked off of him, he felt a furry body almost on top of him, and instantly he knew there could only be one culprit. "Lane! Cut that out, I was trying to-"

He froze when he heard a growl from the gryphon. This was completely unlike Lane, and Gary knew he hadn't woken him up so it couldn't have been anger at that. He tried to turn, but the weight on his legs was keeping him from getting all the way around, and a moment later Lane's hands grabbed his and forced him back face down onto the bed. And then it got worse: he felt a long, slick object near his exposed rear, and a jolt of shock when he realized it was the gryphon's penis, sliding against him obscenely.

"Lane! What the fuck are you doing?!" He got no response other than a tightening of the grip on his arms, the claws digging in almost enough to draw blood. The engorged cock was sliding roughly along his cleft, threatening to enter at any moment; indeed, it seemed almost like Lane was almost getting in by accident, he didn't seem to be taking any time to position himself. That was fine by Gary, he wasn't ready for something like that and the less Lane focused the better chance he could get out of it.

Though he was pretty well pinned, Gary managed to turn his head around just enough to look up at the gryphon. He couldn't yell at him like that, but he hoped that an angry stare would snap Lane back into his senses. However, when he finally got a good look at his roommate's face, his eyes widened in shock; the gryphon's eyes were half-lidded and glazed over, completely devoid of any sign of awareness.

Oh my god...he's...he's still asleep?

He tried to turn more, to get a better look at Lane's face, and realized his mistake too late; his shift had raised his rear up just enough, and with a powerful, oblivious thrust Lane was halfway inside him. Gary cried out as pain struck him, definitely unused to such fierce penetration, but there was nothing he could do; Lane had him locked down, and the only control he had was trying to loosen himself up so that he could ease the discomfort.

Lane barely gave him time for it, pulling out and thrusting in hard again, and again, gaining depth with each buck. Gary gritted his teeth, willing himself to try to relax as the pain started to ease, only to clench again when his prostate got rammed, sending a jolt through him. It took everything he had not to stay that way, to relent and give the gryphon access so that that barreling cock wouldn't do him harm.

Lane was oblivious to this, and relentless; he was now almost completely in, only the bulging knot having not made its entry. Gary gulped a bit as he felt it smack against him; he'd never had something like that in him, and he had the suspicion that there was no way he was getting out of this without that happening. Despite the predicament, however, he was actually finding he was getting some pleasure out of it; the gryphon's intense work on him was arousing him much more than any other time he'd ever tried this with another guy, and his own cock was rock-hard and letting off a bit of pre every time his most sensitive spots got whacked, which was proving to be quite often.

For as harsh as it was, Lane went for a surprisingly long time; Gary felt like that knot had been pounding against him for better than ten minutes before the gryphon picked up the intensity one more notch. Suddenly he was actively trying to force it in, the inflated flesh pushing insistently against him, bringing back some of that original pain. Gary tried to relax, but with his arms pinned down there was nothing he could do to spread himself and try to ease the entry; he simply had to clench his jaw harder and try to force his body to accept the intrusion. After a couple more minutes, he felt the first part of the knot get in, only to be pulled back. The next thrust it got through a little more, and he had hope that it was going to be over soon.

Then Lane reared back and slammed almost his entire cock length into him, getting the knot at its widest width into him, and also slammed Gary's prostate once more. Completely unprepared, Gary tensed up hard as he came, semen soaking his sheets as he tried to clench around that expanded flesh, discomfort ratcheting up as he almost begged for relief. That finally came with one more push that forced the knot fully inside him, allowing his hole to close up some around the base. Lane cawed out as his own seed started filling Gary, grinding against him as he took the gryphon's seed helplessly, still moaning from the throes of his own orgasm.

Finally, after the seemingly endless ordeal, Gary felt the furry weight collapse down on him. Lane appeared to be back into still sleep, through still locked inside of him; Gary hoped he wasn't going to shift too much, because that knot was still thick inside him and it wasn't coming out for...he didn't even know how long. Somehow, though, the warmth of the fur and the soft breathing of his placated roommate helped fuel his own return slumber, and he passed out still full, his last thought hoping that he wouldn't be awakened again by the same thing.

---

A week later, the two were out on the back porch, drinking and reflecting on the visit to the doctor. The news was...surprising to both of them, and they still weren't quite sure what to make of it.

Gary was still trying to figure it out. "I didn't...even think that was a real thing. I mean...sexsomnia. It sounds so fake. Like an excuse to get out of a rape charge. 'Oh, I wasn't trying to have sex with you, I was asleep.' If you'd've come home telling me that I don't know that I woulda believed you."

"I dunno that I could even have said it, honestly," Lane agreed. "I'd've come in, taken one look at you, and just said they didn't know. Because it would've sounded too fake. Oh, hey, I've fucked you twice because I was asleep and out of control, but hey, now you know I'm a messed-up freak. But man, I'd rather know what it was than not, even if it's confusing as fuck."

Gary took a swig from his beer. "I'm glad you let me come with, so that I could hear it from the doctor himself. At least he explained it in a way that made sense...wish he could have given us some other options for dealing with it."

Lane nodded and sighed. "I know, right? Like, I can't take the benzos, and he didn't mention any other treatments. I'm supposed to just let it happen, not do anything about it because I'm too sensitive to tranqs?"

There was little Gary could do but shrug. "Hell if I know. Maybe there's something on the net about it?"

"Hmph, I'm not sure I'd want to know who talks about sexsomnia out there. Probably a bunch of yahoos saying they wish they could get that much action while they were awake. Like it's not fucking rape or like they'd remember it or something."

"Well, hell, what else can you do? Gotta deal with it until you find the treatment, there's not really any other choice."

A snort from the gryphon. "Are you kidding me? You're gonna say that when that means I could invade your bed at any random night and plow your ass?"

"Well...I'm not so sure I wouldn't be fine with you plowing my ass right here and now, for that matter."

Lane jerk his head around towards Gary, disbelief written on his face. "Wait, what?"

"Dude, c'mon. We live together, we're about as close as anyone I've ever seen, we like a lot of the same stuff, and everyone we know wonders why we bother looking for anyone else. We're basically a ring and regular sex away from being married. And you're the first person I've ever bottomed for where I actually enjoyed it, even if it was weird circumstances. Why not just go with it?"

"But...hrm..." Lane stared off into space, the gears in his mind creaking along. "...I guess...I don't have a problem with that. I mean, I guess we are pretty close to that already...and I suppose if I'm going to be screwing you I oughta be awake for at least some of it."

"I'll drink to that." Gary raised his bottle, and a moment later Lane clinked his own against it.