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   Kyle drummed his feet gently against the legs of the wrought iron café table he was sitting beneath, gazing at the golden beams of afternoon sunshine as the breeze ruffled his coal black hair. The mocha coloured umbrella spread above his head was mesh, making the sunlight dapple across him and the round table, twinkling as it played over the smooth little cobblestones that were set into the table-top. The teenage feline was dressed in casual clothing; a comfortable, slightly faded pair of black jeans over his battered trainers, with a charcoal t-shirt and a slightly baggy but soft sweater or almost plum violet pulled over everything, making the slightly cold breeze ruffling his black fur more tolerable. He clutched the handle of the coffee cup before him, staring at the swirling of white foam over the surface of the hot cocoa that had been served him.

   The white whipped cream was melting into the darker chocolate brown, creating mocha swirls as he sipped, watching the people wander through the promenade around him, the shopping mall lurking like a hulk in the distance beyond the row of shops. Kyle checked the time at the face of the large double sided clock topping a black painted post nearby, watching the hands tick slowly toward 5:00. He idly wondered if his intended companion was going to show up at all, nerves fluttering through his middle as he rubbed at his nose. The feline glanced around, watching the shoppers pass by, his eyes seeking out a handsome feline male with deep silver-gray fur, reminding him of Evan, making him wonder what his vampire lover was up to. He assumed his younger brother Nikolas would have gotten home by now, figuring the two would find some way to keep themselves busy, blushing vaguely at the tips of his ears as he found himself thinking what a few of those methods might be, depending on whether or not their mother was home for the evening.

   Kyle’s amber yellow eyes wandered more as he sipped at his hot drink, uttering a slight yelp as a paw settled on his shoulder, almost making him drop his mug. The black furred paw was firm, but gentle, Kyle hearing a familiar even tenor as he sat his mug down with an adrenaline palsied twitch of his paw, looking up into a smiling face, offset with bright green eyes. A wash of bright white hair, slivered here and there by black strands cascaded down on either side of the male’s downward pointing face, which was rounder than a feline’s, with smoother cheekbones, a blunt, slightly tapering muzzle and a bright dusty rose coloured nose. Small black, rounded ears were nestled in their hair as he raised his other paw and languidly slid the forelocks of his snow white hair behind them, grinning at the startled feline, â€Hi Kyle.â€

   â€H-hi Damien,†Kyle smiled nervously, watching the lean black and white pelted male slide his hips into the chair across the small table from his own, a long, wide, extremely fluffy tail of black striped with white down it’s length from the base of his spine twitched as he made sure to brush it aside as to not sit on it. The green eyed skunk smiled at the golden eyed feline, resting his strong paws on the table-top. Kyle glanced at the skunk’s clothing, similar to his own: a pair of jeans, a gray long-sleeved shirt with a black and white patterned scarf resting around his throat dangling down his chest. The skunk was taller than he and broader, rangy and lean, with the build of an athlete, as opposed to the feline who had the lean, almost skinny build of someone who sat in the band rather than on the field.

   Kyle looked to the handsome skunk, his stomach doing another little squirm as he met Damien’s eyes but kept himself from staring directly at him, smiling shyly. The skunk’s lopsided grin was nonchalant, exposing one of his fangs as he leaned into the table, slouching slightly, â€I’m glad you decided to take me up on my offer.â€

   â€Me too, I mean, glad I came, to meet you, for coffee, like you asked me to…â€

   Kyle flushed as his words jumbled slightly in a rush, giving a tiny giggle as Damien nodded, pushing his hair away from his face again. The rangy skunk male went to the same school as Kyle and Nikolas, the same age as Kyle, and both two older than the feline’s younger brother. Evan was almost 2 and a half centuries older than all of them, but Kyle didn’t feel the need to share that with anyone readily who didn’t know already as to the feline’s true nature. The two were friendly with one another, though barely closer than some acquaintances, their last meeting at the spectacular Halloween Dance had been memorable, but for reasons differing for both of them.

   The Halloween Dance had been attended by the usual contingency of students and teachers in costume, but also by a group of actual monsters; ghosts and ghouls, skeletons, vampires, werewolves and other spirited creatures of the underworld that had come to call on the mortal world party at Kyle’s behest, showing him deference as one of their own, their chosen mortal forged as a link between the underworld and the world of mortals. Damien and the rest of the school, save for a few select individuals had had no idea of the source of their ghoulish entertainment, believing them to be merely costumed performers and figments of special effect trickery. Kyle had thus far felt no need to relieve anyone of that impression; he found it less complicated to merely say it was all an act.

   The skunk had been dressed like a roman gladiator from the movies, complete with leather and harness and enough bare fur to fuel many an adolescent fantasy. Damien knew of the feline’s lover, even if not the specifics, but the two had shared a dance and even a kiss, much to the flustered feline’s disbelief. The skunk had invited Kyle out for coffee some time, which left the feline where he was, sitting across from the handsome black and white furred male, slightly nervously tapping his foot as the other male’s bright grass green eyes surveyed him thoughtfully, â€It seems funny to be here dressed in normal clothes, normally when I’m out with Evan he’s dressed like a female.â€

   Damien chuckled, shrugging, â€He’s cute, and hot, where’d you find a honey like him?â€

   â€Oh, we met at a Halloween party.â€

   Kyle smiled softly, at least that part wasn’t stretching the truth.

   Damien nodded smirking, â€You seem to like your males in costume. Someone has a fetish?â€

   The skunk’s smirk gave away his teasing tone, but Kyle uttered a strangled sort of cough, flushing to the tips of his ears, remembering the skunk’s costume from the dance. Damien glanced up to give the feline time to recover as he gestured to the passing server, ordering a coffee for himself and a refill for Kyle, grinning, â€You’re cute when you blush Kyle.â€

   â€Oh stop,†Kyle covered his muzzle demurely, feeling his ears go scarlet.

     The skunk smiled waving his paw, â€No, really. You’re cute.â€

   Kyle bit his lip, tapping his foot harder as he watched the server arrive with their two fresh mugs, watching Damien play with the handle of his cup, â€I can’t believe you’re that interested in me. I mean, you’re…â€

   Damien’s rounded ears twitched softly as he grinned, leaning closer to the feline as he stammered, â€I’m what?â€

   Kyle cleared his throat nervously, â€Well, you’re popular… and you play sports, and you’re handsome… I just don’t understand why you’d be interested in someone like me.â€

   â€Oh come on Kyle,†Damien grinned more, flashing his fang again, â€This is the 21st century, and I don’t think it’s healthy to preserve those old school-yard status quos of jocks versus nerds and goth kids. I play sports, but I like science too, football and basketball are just things my dad and I are into.â€

   Kyle perked an ear, â€Oh?â€

   â€Yeah, my old man and I don’t really relate in too many ways. So I try to meet him half way with something of interest to him.â€

   The ebon furred feline sniffed delicately, â€I know how you feel, not relating to your father anyway…â€

   â€Yeah, your mom is single, isn’t she?â€

   â€Yes. It’s just been her, Nicky and me for as long as I can remember. My father stays away, mostly.â€

   â€Half-assed phone calls at Christmas and birthday and cards stuffed with money to make it all better, eh?â€

   The skunk’s tone was conversational, but his smile had faded a bit as Kyle nodded, â€Yeah, pretty much. Love money.â€

   â€I’m sorry to hear it Kyle. His loss, I suppose. I certainly wouldn’t say no to spending time with you now and again.â€

   The feline blushed again, biting his lip as he gazed down into his mug, swirling the contents. He inhaled softly as he felt the skunk’s foot find his own beneath the table and nudge it gently, Damien’s face inscrutable as he moved his foot and leg, rubbing his shoe over Kyle’s battered trainer. The cool breeze suddenly felt warmer as the feline felt the colour rise in his face and ears once more. He playfully nudged the skunk’s foot back, smirking at the easy grin on Damien’s muzzle, blushing fitfully. Kyle inhaled as the skunk abruptly reached across the table and stroked his paw, swallowing as he felt Damien’s smooth, warm paw-pads grip his fingers.

   He shifted in his seat as the skunk caressed his paw, gripping it gently, feeling their fingers rub together, his tail flicking in a series of jerks back and forth. Damien smiled, watching the blushing feline, squeezing his paw as he nudged his foot along Kyle’s calf, â€Do I embarrass you?â€

   Kyle coughed, uttering a squeak as he bit his lip, feeling the skunk’s warm, strong paw around his own, â€N-n-no, you, I mean, you sorta intimidate the shit out of me.â€

   Damien laughed gently, squeezing the feline’s paw harder and drawing it back a distance toward him across the table, â€I wish I wouldn’t, I’m not gonna hurt you, you’re too damn cute.â€

   Kyle hid his muzzle, blushing hard again as he shook his head, â€I’m not!â€

   â€You are.†The grinning skunk tugged the feline’s paw, â€Do you… Wanna take a walk?â€

   Kyle shifted a bit, unconsciously squeezing the skunk’s larger paw as he gazed into his disarming green gaze, feeling his anxiety melt down several notches, nodding with a jerk of his head, â€S-sure…â€

   The feline groped in his pocket for his wallet, but Damien waved his paw, laying a pair of bills down and weighting them with his mug, â€I got it.â€

   Kyle stood, smiling shyly as Damien extended his paw once more, â€Come on Kyle.â€

   The feline gingerly took the skunk’s paw, gripping it lightly and meowing in surprise as the skunk swept him along, grinning and walking along beside him. Kyle allowed himself to be steered, striding with more confidence along with the skunk, gazing around with his brilliant golden eyes. They were walking down a side-street he wasn’t familiar with, the nicely manicured lawns and handsome houses resting on either side of the street, the trees with their golden, orange and reddish brown leaves still clinging to their branches lining the avenue. Damien guided Kyle over another street and down to a cul-de-sac to an attractive two-story house, painted a stormy slate gray with a dark tile roof. A slightly battered but well cared for Volvo sat in the drive and they skirted around it as Damien led Kyle not through the front door, but through a handsome wrought iron gate and into a neat, back garden with a small patio, playfully jumping from stone to stone as they walked along the path around the house.

   The skunk turned the knob on the French doors in back of the house, pushing them open and gesturing for Kyle to follow him, â€Come on in, mi casa es su casa.â€

   The feline smiled nervously, stepping over the threshold into the kitchen within. The house was warm and bright, if slightly cluttered, looking lived in. The kitchen and dining room had peach walls and neutral tiling, with a cream coloured fridge that the skunk tugged open and withdrew a pair of cans of cola from within, handing one to Kyle. As the fridge banged shut softly a blur of black and white around the corner and materialized into a short, slim female skunk, resembling the taller male but with hazel eyes and longer hair. She skidded to a stop, â€Hey Damien.â€

   â€Hi Amanda. This is Kyle.â€

   The feline waved to the slimmer skunk who giggled, nodding, â€Nice to meet you. I think I’ve seen you and your brother around school, but I don’t know. I’m just a freshman and all, and I don’t really know too many people outside of class.â€

   Kyle smiled and nodded, rubbing his nose, â€Yeah, there are a lot of people there. But yeah I mean it’s possible.â€

   Damien tossed his sister his can of cola, fetching another one out, â€Where’s mom?â€

   â€In the studio. Last I checked she was in ignore everything mode; Dad’s still at Auntie Martha’s, won’t be back till late.â€

   â€Cool, thanks.â€

   The shorter skunk giggled gently, sweeping back out of the kitchen once more, â€Have fun!â€

   Damien led Kyle deeper into the house, passing through the sitting room and down the hallway, sliding open a panel door and looking in. Kyle glanced over his shoulder, noting the bright room was half converted into an art studio, with sitting room furniture on one side and the other half being bare wood floor with a giant drawing table, stacks of blank canvases leaning against the walls along with half finished and finished paintings and sketches, bookshelves lined with books and bits of art related miscellanea like little articulated wooden stick figures and cans filled with brushes and pens. A free-standing easel sat near the open windows, facing the door so all Kyle could see was the back of another female skunk, again shorter than Damien, plumper than her daughter with longer white and black peppered hair tied into a tight tail at her nape. The feline could see a brush in her paw, along with a painter’s palette in the other, daubing paint in wide strokes across the canvas before her.

   Damien leaned into the doorway, â€Mom!â€

   After a moment the other skunk twitched her long, wide black and white striped tail, not turning her head, â€Yes Damien, what is it honey?â€

   â€Just seeing what you were up to.â€

   â€Painting sweet-heart, I need to get this finished by tomorrow.â€

   The skunk turned on her stool, her white highlighted muzzle smudged with bright paint. Her eyes were the same bright green of Damien’s and she smiled, slightly distractedly, her mind still on her work, â€Who’s your friend sweetie?â€

   Damien smiled, pointing over his shoulder, â€This is Kyle. I know him from school, he’s in the band.â€

   The skunk’s mother waved to the shy feline who smiled and nodded. Damien stepped back through the doorway, grinning, â€We’re gonna go study for a couple hours. Do you know when dinner will be?â€

   Kyle glanced at the handsome skunk, making note of the fact that neither of them were carrying their book-bags, but Damien’s mother smiled anyway and nodded, â€Might not be for a while sweetie, so you have plenty of time to do your work. Dad won’t be in till late.â€

   â€Cool, sounds good.â€

   The skunk smiled to his mother and slid the door closed again, guiding Kyle to the broad, curving staircase on the other side of the den, leading him up and down the long hallway at the top. He passed half a dozen other doors, pointing, â€Bathroom, linen closet, folks’ room, Amanda’s room, guest room, and stairway to the attic, and of course, my room.â€

   The skunk swung the latch, pushing open the door at the very end of the hallway, ushering Kyle inside and shutting the door, grinning, â€Make yourself at home.â€

   The skunk’s bedroom was tidy, painted in a light gray with deep blue carpeting and drapes, with a wide dresser, double closet doors, a desk and a TV stand. In the far corner his double bed sat, covered in darker gray bedclothes piled with pillows at the head, the dark blankets slightly ruffled. Kyle couldn’t help but notice the skunk’s bed was against the exterior walls, sandwiched between windows. Damien kicked his shoes off and then flopped down on the bed, grinning up at the feline who shifted his feet and looked around nervously. Kyle kicked his own trainers off for lack of anything else to do and glanced to the skunk, â€So what are we supposed to be studying? After all, I was supposed to be at band practice, but I think they’ll live without me this week.â€

   Damien shrugged, leaning back on his arms as he looked to the slender feline, â€I thought we could study some anatomy.â€

   Kyle’s ears went flamingly crimson as he looked gapingly at the reclining skunk, snapping his muzzle closed and almost fumbling the cold can he was holding. Damien levered himself upright and gently plucked the can from the slender black haired feline, setting it down on the bedside table with his own, gripping Kyle’s wrist and tugging him closer. The amber-eyed feline stiffened as his knees bumped the bed’s edge, Damien’s green eyes flashing, â€We’ll be alone for hours. Sit down with me.â€

   Kyle sat with a bump, sinking into the mattress and uttering a gasp as Damien pulled him closer, shivering as he felt the skunk’s toned form press gently against him, â€D-D-Damien… I-I… I don’t know if…â€

   The skunk shrugged, gripping him gently by the wrists, his bright emerald eyes flashing as he pulled the feline closer, pressing less then demurely against him, â€I remember the dance. You kissed me, and I know you meant it.â€

   Kyle chewed his lip softly, his ears tucking and then swiveling as his tail jerked in tiny flicks, showing his turmoil as he nodded softly, â€Well, yes I did but…â€

   The skunk gently caressed the dark feline’s cheek as he whispered, â€No strings. I promise. I won’t stand in the way of you and your pretty feline boi-toy. But, I think we could be very good friends with benefits. Don’t you?â€

   The slender feline shivered gently, chewing his lip as his fur and nape tingled, thinking of Evan, but feeling the skunk’s firm body against him. He raised his gaze to the lean skunk’s hopeful face, his tense spine twitching as he felt Damien’s warm breath on his cheek, their faces were so close. He gently squeezed the taller male’s fingers as Damien squeezed his paws with his own, licking his suddenly dry lips and then jumping as the smiling skunk flicked his tongue out and licked them for him. Kyle let out a soft breath, closing his eyes as his lips met Damien’s again, pressing them together, rubbing their muzzles slowly and gently back and forth.

   The ebon furred feline squirmed gently, gasping into Damien’s muzzle as the skunk squeezed his ass, his teeth parting enough for the skunk’s tongue to dart into his muzzle. He curled his own warm tongue around it, feeling Damien explore his muzzle, his agile appendage sliding over his teeth and the roof of his mouth. The rangy skunk’s breath was hot, panting over his face as Damien’s paws roamed freely across his backside, squeezing and rubbing through his jeans. Kyle uttered a sigh into Damien, slowly rubbing into his exploring paws, kissing back heatedly now, thrashing their tongues together. As they parted with a pant, a thin string of clear saliva linking their lips for a split second, Damien withdrew just far enough to wriggle free of his long sleeved shirt, throwing it off to one side, exposing his broad, lean torso and belly to Kyle.

   The feline grunted softly as he felt the skunk’s paws seize his sweater and yank, succeeding in prizing both sweater and t-shirt over his head, leaving his hair ruffled as if wind-swept. He felt Damien’s paws fumble with the thin leather belt around his hips, helping him with the clasp that sometimes stuck, popping it open and rumbling gently as the skunk popped his fly with a seasoned twist of his wrist and yanked his fly down with a soft zip. Kyle uttered a squeak as the skunk grabbed him by the hips and pulled him over onto his back, pushing him into a reclining position as Damien rolled easily onto his knees and shucked the lean feline’s jeans to the floor. His ears blushed like rubies as he had forgotten he was wearing a pair of ludicrously bright violet thong briefs, making the skunk pause appreciatively and nod with an approving, â€I like those.†before grabbing their waist-band and jerking them down and off past his ankles, tossing them negligently aside.

   Damien reared back, spreading his thighs as he yanked open his jeans waistband and fly, doing an impressive maneuver that was almost a little hop in place to toss them off over his feet. He then shucked his own pair of tight black boxer-briefs off before pouncing onto the feline who gasped and moaned gently as Damien’s blunt muzzle buried into the side of his throat and bit down, sucking hard enough Kyle knew he would have a hickey beneath his ebon fur. The feline retaliated by flexing his paws and running his claws down the broad skunk’s back to his tail-bone, leaving a set of pink welts. Damien took his turn gasping and gave a rumble, which was amusing for a skunk, grinning at Kyle, â€Mmm, you know how to play.â€

   â€A little,†Kyle panted at Damien as he ran his paws over the solid skunk male’s back and hips gently, feeling his curves and the flexing of his lean muscles. He cupped Damien’s firm ass and giving it a squeeze, gazing at the skunk’s rippled abs, a nice six pack, with his broad pectorals, tipped with pale nipples that perked through his dark fur, â€My God, you’re stacked.â€

   â€Oh I work out a little bit,†said Damien

   Kyle rumbled gently, feeling Damien’s lean form rubbing into him, biting his lip as he felt something prodding his hip, peeking down between them and oo-ing a bit as he saw the culprit grinding into the outside of his thigh. The skunk had a handsome cock, long, with a thick base, pale, veined sparsely, tapering toward the tip with nice, smooth glands. The skunk’s nice, heavy balls dangled below in their white velveteen peach-fuzz furred sac. The twin orbs of warm, primal flesh tightened up a bit as Kyle slid his paw down and gave them a tentative caress, kneading them in his fingers softly. Damien moaned, in a soft, low register, biting his lip as he as his firm hips and thighs bucked reflexively, making his thick cock plow into the feline’s thick ebony fur.

   He looked down at the feline’s beautiful body, though neither as massive or muscular as his own, he found it very pleasing. Kyle’s long, limber arms and legs, pleasing thighs, curved hips and narrow waist, his flat, just ever so slightly rippled with his broader chest, smooth and inviting with it’s slightly paler nipples perking through his fur. The skunk gazed down at the feline’s dusky, dark skinned cock, not as long or thick as his own, but quite a handful, it’s soft, smooth black length giving tiny little twitches as Kyle shivered, matching his heartbeat. The slanting golden autumn sunlight through the window shone against the handsome feline’s deep, lustrous ebon pelt, catching it so that every curve and indentation seemed outlined in a mellow amber glow. Damien kissed along Kyle’s throat, nipping it softly as he ran his strong paws all over the slender feline’s body, caressing and stroking him, bringing him to diamond hard, panting arousal.

   The lean skunk stroked Kyle with one paw, squeezing him gently, watching the rise and fall of his smooth chest heighten and sharpen, uttering a grunt as he felt the feline’s own paw fumble up and grip his pale cock, tugging it. Damien’s green eyes flickered upward a moment as he arched into Kyle’s tugging, squeezing grip, his thick cock giving a jerk as it hardened with his lust, straining into the feline’s paw as his hips shivered and ground back and forth. The black pelted bodies bucked and pressed against one another, shivering and twitching as the skunk and feline stroked one another, Damien panting out into Kyle’s muzzle as they kissed deeply again, â€Oh fuck, Cannaught… You are so beautiful; I need to fuck you…â€

   The skunk shifted, loath to tear his muzzle away from Kyle’s as he nipped his lip hard, sliding his firm hips between the feline’s legs and lifting his knees, moaning as he felt Kyle’s lithe body under him. The ebony feline arched, deftly wrapping his long legs around the skunk’s waist, squeezing as Damien lowered his broad body down against him, pressing their chests together. Kyle uttered a shrill mewling sound as he felt the skunk’s long, taut cock slide down between his thighs and slip into the V of his backside between his rump-cheeks and under the base of his tail. He bit his lip as the tapering tip of Damien’s cock, slick with his own pre-cum maneuvered, then found the sweet-spot of smooth, warm tender skin and his hips pushed forward.

   Kyle’s muzzle dropped open in a howling moan of half pleasure half pain but the skunk was quicker, muffling the feline with a pillow gently. Kyle’s body was bucking and twitching as the skunk’s sleek tip probed inward against the resistance of the ring of muscle attempting to keep him out. Damien hissed gently between his teeth as he increased the angle of his hips and pressed harder, hearing Kyle’s muffled moaning reach a peak just as the tip of his cock jolted past that slight resistance. The feline gave a thrash beneath him, a flare of stars wavering inside his eyelids before the discomfort faded by light-years. He could feel every smooth, taut, veined inch of the black and white male’s cock, sinking into his body as he bit down on the cushion muffling his sounds of passion.

   Damien lowered the pillow, hissing in Kyle’s ear as he pressed deeper, â€Why didn’t you tell me this was your first time on the bottom?â€

   Kyle gasped softly, his rump tingling as he clenched and squeezed around the skunk’s cock, his muscles adjusting to the new sensations. He arched hard as the deeply sheathed skunk cock moved in response to Damien’s hips, the tip skating across his prostate; making his own cock stiffen like a ramrod and ooze a large drop of pre-cum into the skunk male’s fur. The slender feline whimpered a bit, clutching himself to Damien as he shook his head, trying to relax as the broad skunk above him began rocking his hips, gently, slowly, â€I-I-I… Just didn’t think about it. I’ve had stuff up there before, but n-never someone’s cock…â€

   He felt his ears grow searingly hot, biting his lip as he moaned into Damien’s shoulder and throat, bucking against him, â€Oh gods… If one of your family members walking in right now…â€

   â€I’d tell them to wait in line,†The rangy skunk growled gently and drew his hips back, banging against Kyle as he sped up, deepening the motion of his hips till they were thrusting together in a steady, even rhythm, â€And they won’t. They knock.â€

   The skunk licked Kyle’s lips and throat heatedly, kissing him all over his throat and face as he listened to the slender feline grunt and pant, each pant being punctuated by a jolt of his body as Damien bucked against him, â€Fuck Kyle, you are tight, you don’t bottom a lot, do you?â€

   Kyle moaned and panted before he could focus long enough to answer, â€N-n-n-n-no.â€

   Damien grinned, increasing his speed and the depths of his thrusts, reaching down and playing with Kyle’s tight cock idly, â€You’re on top with that feline boi of yours?â€

   â€Yes!â€

   The skunk grunted as he thrust particularly deeply, his balls smacking into Kyle’s tail-base with a soft sound, â€You and your brother were both fucking him that one night, do you two often fuck in the same bed, tag-team, eh?â€

   â€S-s-sometimes†moaned Kyle lost in the moment.

   â€Ha, I knew it. Your brother is fine Cannaught, you look so much alike and he has a great ass too.†Damien huffed and rumbled into Kyle’s throat, kissing it as he kept banging away with his hips, â€Ever think about fucking him?â€

   Kyle blinked as he bucked and jerked under the thrusting skunk, the question throwing him off his rhythm, â€M-my brother?â€

   â€Yes,†Damien grinned hissing as he rocked his strong hips faster, feeling the feline’s body clenching tighter as his cock twitched in the skunk’s paw.

   Kyle flushed brightly, jolting through a wild humping stride of Damien’s hips, panting raggedly, â€M-m-maybe…â€

   â€Kinky. I like it; I’ve always wanted to fuck twins.â€

   The rangy skunk smirked, his expression dissolving into an expression of growing bliss, his entire thrusting body thrumming with passion and tension. His flexing hips driving him deeply into the panting, bucking feline form below him, feeling Kyle’s heels digging into his back, spurring him on harder and deeper, wanting and needing more. He stroked Kyle tightly, hearing him pant and moan heatedly, his lithe body heaving and bucking in passion, damp with their mingled sweat and fluids. Damien shivered, feeling that familiar hot, electric tingle build in his belly and thighs, his muscles tightening and tensing, the rippling warmth flowing through him as he clenched his teeth, huffing against Kyle, â€Fuck Kyle… I’m gonna cum!â€

   The shivering feline felt the twitching within him, the tremble and fluttering jerk of the skunk’s body as it reached its peak, feeling a split moment’s hesitation as no one had ever came within him before. The momentary pause was rampaged over as he felt the skunk’s tension, the lust at the sight of Damien’s taut, flexing, heaving body working over him driving any hesitation away in a blink and he just nodded, clutching himself tighter to the handsome skunk pinning him to the bed, holding on as the magic moment arrived with a roar of heat.

   Kyle shuddered as he felt Damien go taut over him, arching like a bow as he slammed his thick, pale cock home to the root within the clenching body beneath him and his body let go with a heave, a loud rumbling groan and a gasp. Kyle sighed out after the exquisite sigh, feeling the foreign throb within him, then the stuttering eruptions of heat washing through and within him. He could feel the handsome skunk’s heat within him, the mesmerizing sensation of someone else climaxing within him, the throbbing, tight and twitching, then the rush of warmth and heat, followed by a satisfied glow. Kyle could see what Evan and Nikolas appreciated in the release of a lover within them, his mind swamping with lust as Damien humped into him deeply and desperately, burying his seed as far as he could.

   The room was thick with heat, the windows slightly misty as their mingled scent and pheromones swirled densely. Kyle was shivering hard as Damien just kept fucking him, not slowing, even on his climax, angling those strong, broad hips lower, making his now slick, sticky cock-tip prod and caress over the feline’s internal pleasure switch. The skunk kissed him hard, shoving their tongues together as he continued to squeeze the black pelted feline’s dusky cock tightly, jerking it in hard, smooth tugs, â€Oh, fuck yes! I’m gonna fuck you till you cum Kyle…â€

   Damien moved his muzzle against Kyle’s as he bucked down into the arching feline, pumping his smooth, black cock hard and fast, squeezing the base, making the feline moan and pant, tensing as he came close to his zenith. The air was dense, reeking of arousal and semen, Damien’s strong form clashing against Kyle as he continued to batter the slender feline’s ass, prodding his prostate quicker with his thick, taut cock. Kyle grunted, his hips bucking with a mind of their own, his body clenching and fluttering around the pale length pistoning in and out of him. He cried out softly, clutching against Damien as the skunk worked him tightly, â€Oh gods, I’m gonna... Damien, you’re gonna make me cum!â€

   â€Mmm, good, come on baby, give it to me!â€

   The rangy skunk thrust deeply once more as he felt the sleek feline cock in his grasp spurt a heavy clot of pre-cum over his paw before it twitched his grip, then exploded. He groaned as he felt the spray of silky feline cum, Kyle’s cock erupting into hot, milky jets between them, some of the sticky droplets squirting up into the panting feline’s face, making him close his eyes as he shivered hard, his body clenching tightly. Damien felt those fluttering muscles squeeze his thick cock tight, shivering hard as he felt his already over stimulated cock spasm again, blowing several more jets of seed into the thrashing feline. The skunk’s softer orgasm made his eyes roll up white for a moment as he continued to milk and squeeze Kyle tightly, coaxing the sticky jets out over and over till the slender feline’s body relaxed slowly.

   The two lay tangled in a heap of damp, sticky black fur, panting into one another as they kissed and nuzzled, feeling the tension of climax melt away into a warm, soothing afterglow. Kyle tossed his damp hair away from his face, holding himself against Damien as the skunk caressed his chest, spreading the little wet spots in his fur farther along his pecs. The lean skunk lifted his paw to his muzzle, licking at the clinging ropes of feline spunk that clung in his fur, tasting Kyle’s sweet, slightly salty musk. He teasingly stuck his finger into the feline’s panting muzzle, grinning as Kyle sucked on it, nursing his fingertip affectionately.

   Kyle rested beneath the broad skunk, purring idly as he ran his lean paws over Damien’s firm, rangy body, feeling his taut, smooth backside, running his fingers through the skunk’s soft, gigantic tail-fur, giggling. Damien lowered his muzzle to Kyle’s for another long, slow kiss, smiling softly as he gently caressed his hips, â€You’re sweet, and beautiful, and fuck a good lay.â€

   The feline giggled, blushing, then both of them froze in place as a car door slammed loudly, almost preternaturally loudly, echoing across the window, â€Oh fuck…â€

   Almost as if on cue Amanda’s voice drifted up the stairs, â€DAMIEN, dad’s home! Might wanna hurry up and finish your studying!â€

   The broad skunk jumped from the bed, hastily pulling himself from Kyle with a soft squelch, his green eyes wide, but not panicked as the feline’s bright amber ones were. He tossed a towel to Kyle, shushing the feline gently before raising his voice, â€Thanks Sis, we’ll be right down!â€

   He snatched up a towel of his own and began a frantic cleaning and rubbing of his fur, drying himself and then casting around for his discarded clothing. Kyle mimicked the skunk, the inflection in his sister’s shout standing out in his mind as he smirked despite the situation, â€Early warning system?â€

   Damien barked out a laugh as he forwent his boxer-briefs and simply hiked his jeans up his hips, having a brief struggle in containing his still half-masted cock sufficiently enough to zip his fly, â€Yea, she’s sweet like that, but it still costs me 20 bucks per warning.â€

   â€Charitable.†Kyle giggled, as he hurriedly yanked on his underwear and jeans, jerking his shirt over his head as Damien uttered a muffled curse, getting tangled up in his own long sleeved garment. They both thrust their feet back into their shoes and Damien rummaged frantically in a drawer before pulling out a battered can of body spray, â€Hold still.â€

   He criss-crossed the can all over Kyle, releasing an eye watering cloud of the spray to settle on his fur and hair as the feline smoothed his rumpled hair back, â€How do I look?â€

   â€Like you just had sex. But it’ll do.â€

   Damien crossed the room in two strides and yanked the door open just as the bottom of the stairs creaked. He backtracked to the bed, thrusting Kyle down into a sitting position with a thud. Then tossed him a textbook from the nearby shelf, fixed a grin on his muzzle as the feline opened the book, making sure it was right way up, adopting a passive smile. A taller, stockier version of Damien with very short black hair and glasses appeared in the hallway, resting a paw on the knob to the master bedroom as he spied Damien and Kyle, â€How’s it going son?â€

   Damien grinned, giving his father a thumb’s up, â€Hi Pop, how was Auntie Martha?â€

   â€Oh, same as ever, bitch and moan. Who’s your friend?â€

   The younger skunk waved a paw back at Kyle, â€This is Kyle, he’s from school, he’s in band.â€

   â€Studying hard, eh boys?†The older skunk gave a nod of approval as he waved at Kyle, then twisted the knob and vanished through the bedroom doorway, the portal clicking shut behind him. Kyle let his held breath whoosh from his lungs as he flopped back onto the bed, Damien’s fixed grin degrading into a vaguely relieved expression. Amanda came into view, flouncing up the hallway with a delighted grin on her face as she leaned on the jamb of Damien’s doorway, â€Phhhew, you two reek, better not go to dinner stinking of studying…â€

   Damien smirked, giving his younger sibling a gesture that made her giggle and shrug, holding out her paw, â€Yeah, yeah, gimme!â€

   â€This is blackmail you know.†The older skunk frowned in a bemused sort of way, flicking a crumpled 20 dollar bill into her palm but he chuckled, â€A little more warning would be nice in future.â€

   Amanda shrugged, â€I didn’t know he’d be home. And thank-you.â€

   The younger skunk giggled again and traipsed off to her own room, closing the door as Kyle stood, his knees shaking from exertion and adrenaline. He cast a wary glance at the hallway before kissing Damien on the chin, â€I think I should bolt, don’t wanna get you in trouble.â€

   â€You wouldn’t. But I suppose we should call it a ball here.â€

   The broad skunk looked disappointed, giving Kyle’s ass a squeeze as he kissed his cheek, â€But I had fun. Maybe I can come over to your place next time.â€

   Kyle chuckled, blushing as he nudged the skunk’s foot, â€I think Evan and Nikolas might like that, far, far too much.â€

Fin