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It was fifteen minutes before class started, and chaos reigned outside the school. Throngs of students heading inside, grumbling and leaving behind messes as was their wont...but today, a group that couldn't have been less interested in class, because there were more exciting things going on right out in the back.

A large group of students was massed together, eagerly trying to get as close as they could to the war of words that was on the verge of escalating into blows. And stopping it was not on the agenda. The commotion was attracting plenty of attention, all centered around the two cliques, one of humans and one of anthros, chanting for bloodshed. In the center of it were a lizard and a human, arms raised, ready for a fight.

"Knock that scaly bitch out, Troy!"

"Put that black boy on the ground, Beck!"

The taunts and jibes weren't exactly being registered by the two, not that they didn't intend to go at it. They'd just heard it all before, and were focused too much on each other to pay much attention to them.

Troy make the first move, taking a quick swing to try to throw Beck back. Beck saw it coming, ducked it, and grabbed Troy, trying to take him to the ground. The two grappled, Troy getting a bit of leverage and throwing Beck off of him only to try to engage on his own terms. He almost got Beck on the ground, the lizard only staying upright with a quick move that threw Troy off to the side. They grabbed each other again, and this time they did go down, both playing an equal part in reaching the ground. The rolled around a bit, each trying to get the upper hand, as they heard cheers and whoops from around them.

Then, in a brief moment, they each felt something they hadn't before; their bodies grinding close to each other, they each noticed a stiffness down there, in a spot that left no question as to what it was.

In an instant they tore away from each other, scrambling to their feet, hurling colorful language at each other, though carefully avoiding any mention of what had happened. Though their backers weren't expecting this sudden turn, they quickly got into the spirit, joining in the repartee eagerly. A minute later the teachers came out to break everything up, and everyone scattered, Beck and Troy shielded by their gangs to avoid getting punished.

---

"Man, that was some wicked shit, Troy," Daniel said approvingly, raising his hand for a high five. Troy returned it, grinning as normally as possible. "Dude, how do you do it? That fucker's too big for anyone else to handle."

"Hell, it ain't that hard. Gotta tackle him in practice all the time, so I already know how to get him on the ground."

"Can't believe you two gotta play on the same team," Janice said with a shake of her head. "How the fuck're ya gonna do that?"

Troy waved it off. "Fuck, who cares? He's offense, I'm defense, we don't gotta share the field unless we're in practice and I'm taking that bitch down."

"Good, we wouldn't want you killing each other on the field. Wait until school for that!" Another high five was in order for Caleb.

"Hey, what was the deal out there?" asked Daniel, suddenly looking at Troy pointedly. "You two suddenly got away from each other like you were on fire or something."

"It's nothing, man."

"Ah, c'mon, you can tell us."

No, I can't, Troy thought to himself. It was easy enough to come up with a lie on the fly, though. "Just Beck being a fucker like usual, he was goin' for a crotch grab to try to get me to yield."

"Fuckin' really? What an asshole!" Brad half-shouted. "You oughta get back at him, we can hold him down while you knock his teeth down his throat!"

"Hey, hey, can't take it that far! You know the cop's're just lookin' for a reason to break out the SWAT gear on guys who look like me. Besides, that'll get me kicked off the team for sure, and like he'll I'm gonna let him be the guy who wins out there."

"Ah, don't worry, Brad's just pissed that Pick busted him in the nose last time they threw down," Janice laughed. "It's all cool, right?"

"Yeah, I'll get back at Beck my own way, don't worry." Though Troy wasn't about to tell them that he didn't really know how. He could shit on Beck all he wanted, but he couldn't lie to himself, he'd had a boner, too. What the hell was that about?

---

"Fuckin' assholes, acting like they own the place," A boar named William, typically going by Grunt, was seething in the aftermath of the bout between Beck and Troy. "Ya couldn't put that kid down?"

"Ease up, Grunt, he ain't no pushover and you know it," the fox Darla chided him, getting the boar more surly. "B'sides, it ain't like Beck let him walk all over him."

"Really wanted to bust that clown in the lip, give him something to remember me by," Beck said with a bit of a hiss. "Just gotta hold back, leave him roughed up and not have everyone coming after me."

Pick, the rat, laughed hard at that. "Man, fuck that noise. You oughta just deck him next time, man, be done with it."

"Shut up, Pick. You know that'd get me yanked from the team, and no way am I gonna risk scholarships for a fucking human."

"You'd better not, if I have to watch him get all the glory while you just fuckin' rot I'm gonna go postal on this place," Fitz the rabbit muttered. "Already sucks the big one, humans always getting more respect and shit..."

"Don't even joke about that, Fitz," Grunt said sternly.

"Hmph."

"Gotta say, though, ya looked right silly goin' all crazy at the end there," Pick said with a grin. "I almost thought you'd just woken up and found Darla in bed with ya!"

Darla just laughed at that. "Thought you were gettin' eaten by fire ants or something. What cheesed you off so bad, anyway? He use that word again?"

"It's...nothing. He just made a move that I thought...well, that he was going for a cheap shot."

It took a moment but Pick was the first to catch on. "Aw, hell no! That fuck, trying to do the dirty to you! The hell's his problem?"

"Simmer, dude." Beck waved it off; any more talk and he might let something slip. "You know how it is, he knows he can't beat me legit so he tries to fight dirty. He won't try it again, he knows I'm on to him now.

"Whatever, man. He tries that against me and he'll lose a few teeth, know what I'm sayin'?"

Beck let the others talk the talk from there. He couldn't wrap his head around any of it. Troy shouldn't have gotten that way, and neither should he...but what had happened had happened, it couldn't be denied. He'd have to prove somehow that it was nothing, just a fluke...maybe there was a way.

---

Class came, and the fight from before took a backseat to the tasks of the day. Fortunately for the administration, Troy and Bock only had one period together, the last one, so there was a minimum of sniping and disruption between them. Their spats were well-known, and all the warnings and detention in the world weren't settling anything and everyone knew it.

Without question, if they hadn't gotten involved in their cliques it never would have started. The whole hoopla hadn't started with them, but they'd each gotten roped in by friends, and the heat had gotten them in line without much difficulty. The two of them, though, were maybe the fiercest rivals of all, each taking a dislike to the other quite quickly and eager to fight. They got into it at least once a week, though often just more talk than action.

It didn't help that they were both on the football team. Beck was a powerful running back, known for bowling down defenders and having just the right amount of agility to back up that power. Troy was a defensive back, great with a jump to knock down the ball and liking to hit hard. Beck was taller and stronger, but Troy was hardly small, giving their matches a reasonably fair physical balance.

They'd only ever gone beyond a tussle once, on the practice field. Troy had gone a bit too hard, leveling one of the receivers, who happened to be one of Beck's closer friends on the team. the wolf had been fine, but it had set Beck off, and the two threw a few punches before being separated. They'd each gotten a lecture about proper behavior, with an additional one for Troy about avoiding dirty plays, and while they didn't face any major consequences and the incident was chalked up to an overflow of emotion, the coach made it clear that they had to watch themselves if they wanted to stay on the team. Since then, despite the dirty looks and growing animosity, they'd adhered to an unspoken rule to never go beyond a quick scrap.

A few looks and words were exchanged in the hallways between class, but they never truly fought within school. They knew better than to tempt fate than that, because they knew they were being watched closely whenever they could be. The lack of overlap in their classes meant it was a lot easier to keep them at peace, but even in the last period they did share, they just tried to avoid each other, even when their friends tried to cause trouble. Neither Beck nor Troy was stupid - they kept decent grades, a requirement to stay on the football team, and their B averages were better than some might expect; and they were both savvy enough to know when they were liable to get into trouble and how to avoid that. About the only time they really did get into it was before school, on rare occasion after but usually football practice prevented that. They kept their dispute off the field, though it was clear they went a bit out of their way to outdo each other during scrimmages.

This time, there were plenty of looks between them through the course of the last period. Though neither would admit it to the other, they both wanted to settle what they started that morning, the unusual incident keeping it fresher in their heads. As usual, they stayed away from each other, but while the teacher was distracted, Beck saw a piece of paper passed his way. Opening it quietly, he read:

Montag Cabin 4 PM Alone

One look over to Troy was enough to tell Beck who'd issued the challenge. He gave the other a surreptitious nod, then went back to the teacher, who seemed to suspect something had been going on behind her back. Beck didn't let anything on - the last thing he wanted was to be caught before he had his chance to settle the score.

---

It was easy enough for each of them to get away from the others in their cliques - excuses of homework and other obligations made it easy enough to duck away. Rather than doing that, however, they each headed out to the woods behind the school, taking the winding trails out well beyond the range of anyone who might disturb them.

It was a well-known thing to all the school's students that if you went far enough in the woods, you'd leave the school grounds and end up on private property. At some times several years ago, a guy named Montag built a cabin out there, apparently mostly by himself. The wooden structure was crude, rustic, and mysterious, and naturally most of the student body was fascinated by it. Montag had disappeared about a year after finishing the cabin, leaving the building to be reclaimed by nature, but it was commonly known to be a place for students to go on dares or for other stupid reasons. Neither Beck nor Troy had actually been there, but it was impossible not to know where it was after how many people had told them about it.

The door wasn't locked, making it easy for Troy to get inside. It was pretty much one solid room, not even a bathroom, which he guessed was because Mantag didn't know anything about setting up plumbing. No electricity, either, the only light in the room was from the windows. An old lantern stood on the table but he doubted it worked. There was a ratty old bed on one side, a table on the other, the latter of which he shoved to the side to give them more room. All in all, not a nice place, but one where they wouldn't be bothered.

Beck showed up a few minutes after Troy, looking around the shack in disgust. "What the hell do people see in this dumb place?"

"Hell if I know. But no one's coming to look for us here."

"Good, then I can give you the thumping you've been trying to get outta me for months."

"I'm not scared of you, lizard."

"You oughta be."

"Why? You haven't beaten me yet."

"I haven't lost, either. And now there ain't any refs around to stop it before I get the upper hand."

"You think you can handle me, then come at me."

Beck growled; he hated being taunted. Quickly he pulled off his shirt, not wanting to let it be destroyed and catch hell from his parents. He saw Troy do the same, the dark-skinned human showing a nice physique comparable to his own, though he seemed more interested in the display of bravado than anything. The tow raised their hands and squared off, staring each other down as they circled, daring the other to make the first move.

Troy swung first, a quick hook that was easily dodged, as was Beck's follow-up. Though unsteady, they quickly became bolder, swinging harder and faster, with intent to hurt. It quickly became obvious to Troy, though, that he wasn't going to come out on top in a fistfight - Beck was taller, stronger, and it was clear he could hit harder, and most likely Troy's blows wouldn't have as much effect. He landed a couple light shots on Beck, but it wasn't doing anything noticeable to the lizard.

Before he could get one to the jaw or something, Troy dove in and tackled Beck, taking him to the ground in more of a move they had used outside the school. He had the edge for a brief moment before Beck shoved him away and turned around on him, grabbing him and getting him pinned for a moment before Troy rolled him over and got out of his grip, scrambling back to his feet while Beck did the same. One brief moment was all they needed to re-engage, Troy not even trying to throw a punch before grabbing the lizard bodily, trying to take him to the ground while Beck tried to get him off.

Soon they were back on the ground, and they weren't bothering trying to get back up, instead just trying to get on top of the other and get them to yield. The grappling was full-on wrestling now, like earlier but with less restraint. With no concerns about being caught and no one to impress, it was purely for personal pride, yet that wasn't stopping either of them. And neither one was truly getting the upper hand - for every demonstration of Beck's raw strength, Troy's quickness and smaller size found a counter, and the two repeatedly traded positions on the floor.

But the closeness of their sweat-slicked bodies was bringing on something new. Once again, each of them found themselves getting aroused, the bulges in their pants impossible for them not to notice, for themselves or each other. Yet, they continued, neither one acknowledging it out loud, trying to pretend it wasn't happening, to preserve some dim measure of pride and dignity...until they found themselves on the ground, Beck on top of Troy, the lizard finally in position to keep the human from moving around too much. Their bodies were right up against each other, the bulges in their groins rubbing each other, and as Troy tried to get free it got them rubbing even more...

It was like a dam bursting in both of them. Troy suddenly shoved Beck off, the two getting back to their feet and looking at each other. Again neither acknowledged it, but the tone had changed between them. Neither of them were really in control of themselves now, their thoughts being overridden by hormones and unfamiliar lust. Almost in unison, they pulled off their pants and underwear in a frenzy, tossing them aside and leaving themselves fully bare to each other.

There was a brief moment where the two stood there, panting, examining each other's bodies. Both fully erect, Troy's hanging like normal and Beck's jutting from its slit. Then, almost in unison again, they rushed each other, starting anew with their wrestling, this time with nothing in the way. As they closed together, their cocks rubbed each other directly, wetting each other with the dribbles of pre they let loose as the grinding kept them hot and bothered. Neither was trying to avoid it now, letting the pleasure join into their struggle for dominance.

After a few more minutes, Beck suddenly got the upper hand, sweeping Troy's leg and catching his arm, twisting him around and driving him face down onto the bed. Try nearly broke free from it, but with Beck having both hands at his disposal he managed to get one on Troy's back and the other holding his arm behind his back, using his strength to keep the human pinned. He pulled his cock back, pointing it toward's Troy's ass, ready to claim victory.

Troy gave one last effort to try to fight him off; he had heard stuff like this hurt, and he didn't want to let Beck get away with it if he could help it. But as that slick rod punched its way into his sphincter, his back arched, and he let out a cry, and he stopped trying to get Beck off of him. There was definite discomfort, considering his total lack of experience, but there was something else overriding it, a need, almost primal, demanding more from the reptile.

With the resistance in his victim gone, Beck wasted no time driving himself in to the hilt, spreading Troy's hole wide and nailing his prostate in the process. He kept Troy pinned as he pulled out and slammed in hard, unconcerned about lasting long, he just wanted to get his release at this point. Troy was tight, it felt amazing around his cock, now he got why people liked doing this sort of thing.

Beck ramped it up as fast as he could go, spurred on by Troy's arms clinging to his own. The human was also on the verge, the assault on his prostate driving him close a lot faster than he could have imagined even without extra help. The two were letting out loud grunts every time Beck went in, unable to do any more than that with their brains occupied by their impending orgasms.

Troy let loose first, spilling a large load all over himself at his angle. White shots spilled against his stomach and chest as his fingers clenched at the sheets and his ass clenched at Beck. That was enough to set the lizard off, hissing as he rammed in and fired off, hot fluid seeping into Troy, a strange and pleasant feeling as he milked Beck for everything he could. They both rode out their climaxes, panting hard as they felt the pleasure fade back into fatigue.

They both stayed in place for a couple minutes, before Beck let go of his grip on Troy, pulling himself out and taking his arms off the human. Troy unsteadily stood up, turning towards Beck, the two just looking at each other for a minute, a sea of uncertainty between them after a moment neither of them had been expecting. Then, the two of them came together, embracing each other tightly and diving into a forceful kiss, twisting their tongues together as best they could given their physical differences, an expression of the sudden burst of emotion they shared. They stumbled back onto the bed, unwilling to break apart as they rolled around on it, lost in each other's taste and the feel of their bodies against each other.

Finally they broke apart, both of them panting again, but more in wonder and satisfaction. They were both hard again, and didn't need to say anything to agree to take care of that. This time there was no scuffle; they'd already established their positions, and neither one planned to argue them. Troy shifted so that he was on his hands and knees, legs spread in invitation for Beck. The lizard wasted no time, shuffling over and getting on top, pointing his spear at Troy's waiting, dripping entrance. With a quiet hiss and a tight grip on Troy's hand, he slammed in all the way from tip to base. There was no going easy, he knew Troy could handle it and he wanted it like that.

Indeed, Troy wanted no part of gentleness, he moaned out loud at the hard pounding and pushed back into Beck, goading him to ramp it up even more. Beck was pretty much at his limit, though, shunting himself inside that tight ass as hard as he could already, and he welcomed the efforts by the human to get into it more. The two of them kept at it as hard as they could, Beck gripping Troy so tight it drew slight blood from his hand, Troy not minding it the least as he felt his prostate stabbed enough to send lightning through him, the pleasure building to the point that neither ever wanted it to end.

It had to eventually, and this time it was Beck who went over the edge first, driving himself deep and sending his second load into Troy with a cry of satisfaction, pumping lizard cum deep into him. His free hand quickly swooped down and took hold of Troy's cock, pumping it hard and fast until the human yelled out, shooting everything he had left onto the ratty bed, his body tensing around Berk once again and maximizing the pleasure of his climax as long as he could.

Finally, the two of them were totally spent, and collapsed onto the bed. Beck rolled them over so that they were on their sides, still keeping himself within Troy, his arms wrapped around him as they laid together as close as they could be. No noise except their breathing could be heard, starting out fast and hard and eventually trailing off into normal as the exhaustion faded. Minutes ticked by in silence, only broken when Beck shifted forward, leaning his head on Troy's shoulder. "Truce?"

Troy had enough wherewithal to nod. "Truce."