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Things have been disappearing from Cloak's house. It had started off slow, small innocuous things, such as one sock from a pair, an old t-shirt, things that one would expect and not look too deep into. It wasn’t often either, weeks in between the disappearances.
It was fine, Cloak didn’t think anything of it, losing things is normal, a part of the human experience and all. Though, these thoughts changed when bigger, more bold things began disappearing, or more accurately, being stolen. A blanket, a pillowcase, things that he used everyday. How was he supposed to ignore this?
He looked around for these things, of course he did, not particularly wanting to jump to the worst possibility imaginable right off the bat, but, that was when he noticed warning signs that he really should’ve seen sooner, if only he started worrying sooner as well.
Muddy footprints on the hardwood flooring, sticks and leaves around the front and back doorways, items knocked over, things in places that he could swear he did not leave them last time he touched them. It bothered him. All these signs clearly point to who did it, and the idea of who the perpetrator was only unsettled him.
Confrontation was not in his books, he never was confrontational to begin with, always hiding away from the commotion any time it may threaten him. So, he did what he thought was the next logical conclusion, locking everything extra tight and hoping it would stop without him having to actually do anything about it.
He knew this was stupid, obviously he did, but would any sane person want to go and try to stop someone who hunted you and others for sport? Obviously, this plan didn’t work. Things were going missing in groups now, multiple things at a time, the window lock busted in two and covered in mud now, a constant draft being let into the kitchen.
It was getting hard to ignore, so many of his things were missing, things he needed as well, like some of his favorite clothing, things he wore every day. So, he decided to do the next logical move. Well, only really logical in his head. He was going to sneak to the perpetrators living space, just to really confirm that this is who was doing it.
The next night, Cloak prepared himself for the stealth operation he was going to successfully complete, hopefully. He armed himself with only a flashlight, not wanting too many things on him to keep him light and fast, as well as not wanting to get into a fight if he could help it.
The journey there was, honestly not very long, explaining how easy it was to come to his house every single night in order to take things. Though it wasn’t a long walk, it still was a dangerous one, the forest clearly wasn’t expecting much of any people to be walking through it, especially not at night. There were roots everywhere, forcing anyone going through it to have to watch their step, in order to not place their foot in the wrong place and end up with a twisted ankle.
The flashlight came in handy for this, lighting Cloak’s way until he neared his destination, a cave. He quickly flicked it off as he got close, not wanting the light to reflect into the sparsely lit cave and give him away. He crouched low to the ground, feet away from the mouth of the cave. The only noises he could hear were crickets and the swaying of tree branches against each other.
Looking into the cave, it was difficult to see what was happening inside. The only thing making light within it was a barely working lantern, clearly on its last legs, the metal of the base covered in a thick layer of rust, a little flame struggling to stay alive in the middle.
The little light that was produced illuminated a figure in the center of the chamber. It was hard to discern the fine details, but who this figure was was easily made out.
In the cave, surrounded by Cloak’s belongings, was Pursuer.
Immediately upon seeing him in the middle, Cloak crouched down further to the ground, instinctively holding his breath, afraid that any sound at all would alert the almost predator-like man of his presence.
Despite the initial rush of fear though, the sight that slowly revealed itself as Cloak’s eyes adjusted was.. A strange one, to say the very least. Pursuer, a creature that constantly brings death and carnage to the civilians, was curled up in a tight ball, surrounded by Cloak’s belongings, his blanket tight in the creature's hands.
The sight that initially paralyzed Cloak was… strangely causing other reactions in him now, the seam of his jeans uncomfortably digging into his now swelling groin. He shifted slightly, trying to alleviate at least some of the pressure. A mistake, really. As he shifted, all of his weight pressed down onto a branch lodged under his other foot, snapping it.
The reaction was instant. The moment the sound reached Pursuer's ears, he instantly snapped up, head whipping around to try and find the source of the sound. Luckily, Cloak reacted quickly, drawing away from the mouth of the cave and ducking behind a nearby tree. The situation in his pants was uncomfortable, but being ripped to shreds by Pursuer would be a far worse fate. So, swallowing his discomfort, he carefully stood up and started running.
The trip back to his house felt much quicker than the original trek to the cave, clearly aided by the fact that Cloak was running for his life. Sweat was dripping down the back of his neck as he made it back into his house, quickly closing and locking the door.
Heading upstairs, he quickly shed his outer layer, now just in a shirt and his jeans. Fear was still coursing through his body of course, who wouldn’t be scared. But, he was also still feeling that strange tingle, itching up the back of his spine, the back of his neck heating up despite the drying sweat that was supposed to be cooling him down.
Entering his room and shutting the door, he sat down on his bed and tried so very hard to ignore the raging hard on straining against his jeans. This wasn’t right. Why was his body reacting like this? That.. thing.. Hunted down and killed people constantly. He felt almost betrayed by himself for feeling like this. He hated Pursuer, or well, he was supposed to. Clearly, his dick had other plans. It was hard to even focus, all of his blood draining downwards.
With a sigh, Cloak scootched back on the back, laying himself down with his back propped up against the pillow. This problem clearly wasn’t going to go away on its own, and it's not like he has even done anything like this recently, not having the time to himself. So, he unzipped his jeans, slipping them off after kicking his shoes off the end of the bed.
He let out a small noise of relief, quickly slipping his boxers off as well, setting them to the side and shivering at the feeling of the air on his sensitive cock. Cloak closed his eyes for a moment, trying desperately to at least calm down a little bit. He was way too worked up for the situation.
He slowly inched one of his hands to the base of his cock, gently gripping it, sucking in a small gasp of air. A bead of precum was already forming at the tip of his cock, slowly moving his hand up to collect it onto his palm, spreading it down his shaft, slicking himself up.
Cloak opens his eyes again, watching as he works his hand up and down his cock. The pre wasn't much to make the glide of his hand any smoother against himself, but the delicious friction of it sent a full body shiver through him.
Thoughts of the earlier scene started flooding through his mind as the scene from earlier flashed through his head. Pursuer, curled up with his things, completely engulfed by items that are his. Cloak grit his teeth, the urge to make Pursuer one of his things as well just causing him to start thrusting up into his own hand.
Cut off groans were falling from his mouth now, more and more thoughts of Pursuer flashing behind his eyes. His eyelids flutter shut once more, his brain now imagining Pursuer’s mouth was what was wrapped around his cock, instead of his hand. He would look so pretty that way, between his legs, it would be like he belonged there.
Cloak could only tense his body, he was so close now, wanting nothing more than to cum to the thought of the creature. He was so caught up in his fantasies that the shuffle emitting from the corner of the room was barely audible, his sharp ears just barely picking it up. His eyes snapped open, hand stilling completely, to his dismay. The room was completely dark, only illuminated by the moonlight streaming in through the open curtains. There seemed to be nothing else in the room, the noise from earlier completely gone as well. He really would’ve thought that he was going crazy, if it wasn’t for the just slight outline of a person that he could see slowly manifesting from where he heard the sound.
The sight was unmistakable, really. Who wouldn’t recognise the sight of a predator unveiling itself to it’s, ready to dig its teeth into tender flesh. Cloak almost jumped out of his skin, he didn’t think that the creature of his current sexual fantasies would manifest in the corner of his room, but here he was.
The look in Pursuer’s eyes was one that he hadn’t seen before, and he has seen this creature countless times, often when his claws were lodged within Cloak’s musculature. Pursuer’s pupils were completely blown out, irises turned into crescent moons around them. He was hunched over just slightly, his large frame encompassed the entire corner, and if he stood up fully, the top of his head would likely be brushing against the ceiling.
“Why- are you here..?” Cloak's voice was tense, not only from the fact that a very violent creature was standing in his room, but also from the strain of being so close to fully letting go just moments before. Despite the look on Pursuer’s face, the rest of his thoughts were completely unknown to the man. For all he knew, the creature was just revving up to kill him right then and there.
Those thoughts shifted when, instead of reaching out to dig into Cloak’s flesh, Pursuer practically shrank further into the wall. He looked almost embarrassed now, as if he had planned to watch Cloak and then just leave. The thought softened Cloak just a little, and he sat up from where he was leaned on the bed, pulling the last remaining blanket over his lap, wanting to ease the situation.
“.. Come here.” The sound of Cloak speaking again perked Pursuer’s head up. He looked conflicted for a moment, before striding over to Cloaks bed. It was almost graceful, really, the way he closed the distance in a few steps.
“You haven’t done this in months… I thought you were just going to bed..” Cloak jumped a little at Pursuer’s grainy voice, it sounded strained every time the creature talked, as if his vocal cords were trying their hardest to work after not being used for a long period of time.
“I- How would you know that? I thought you were just taking things but.. Have you been watching me sleep?” The accusation caused Pursuer to slump more, looking almost like a dejected puppy. It was disorienting, seeing such a predatory creature giving a look that you would expect to see on a child when being denied something.
“Oh my god- Oh whatever, just… come here... closer.” At this, Pursuer inched over, seeming almost hesitant at first. Though, as if something snapped, the creature sprang forward. Cloak almost yelped, afraid that Pursuer finally made up his mind and decided to just kill him. But, the sensation that followed was not the one that he expected. Pursuer’s scaly body was wrapped around his, his nose shoved into the crook of Cloak’s neck. The ticklish feeling of the creature taking in deep breaths sent a strange feeling down his spine, one that did not help the fact that he was still hard, despite the fear.
It was unexpected, but he quickly reacted, wrapping his arms around the large frame of Pursuer’s back. The texture was strange on his palms, but not bad. It felt like petting a snake, the scales being surprisingly soft and pliant under his hands, not hard like he would’ve expected them to be.
His thoughts about Pursuer were cut off by the wet feeling of a tongue gliding up the side of his neck. The subject in question was licking stripes up and down Cloak’s neck, seemingly enjoying the taste of the dried sweat from earlier. Cloak shivers at the feeling of this, but doesn’t push Pursuer away. Instead, he wraps his arms around him tighter, encouraging him to continue.
The gentle licks started turning into nibbles, only exciting Cloak. It was a dangerous game that they were playing here. Pursuer’s teeth were sharp, sharper than any knife that cloak had in his kitchen. If the creature got just a little too excited, he could easily shred his neck and the entire room would be painted with his blood. Surprisingly though, Cloak didn’t seem to mind this thought. At this moment, he only wanted the creature as close to him as possible.
As he pulled Pursuer further in, he felt something rubbing against his leg through the blanket that was holding onto his lap for dear life. He couldn’t look between them from this position, but from the shape, size, and position of it, he could make a good guess.
Cloak removed one of his arms from around Pursuer, reaching down and blindly grabbing for the other’s appendage. He found it easily enough, and quickly wrapped his hand around it. He had never seen Pursuer’s cock before, he kind of assumed he didn’t have one. But, from touch alone, it seemed as if he had a sheath, hiding his cock away when he doesn’t need to use it.
Pursuer’s cock was heavy in his hand, twitching as he slowly started stroking it. The creature's reaction to this was instant, jaw twitching, sharp canine catching on Cloak’s neck and nicking it. A small trail of blood quickly rose from the divot, though he couldn’t find it in himself to care at the moment, the rest of Pursuer’s body squirming against him as well. The creature gave an apologetic lick to the minuscule wound before sitting up, strong thighs straddling Cloak’s hips.
Cloak stared at Pursuer's face, measuring his reactions as he continued evenly pumping his cock. Pursuer was letting out labored breaths, hips twitching every time Cloak’s hand grazed his tip. Cloak’s own cock ached between the two of them, begging for some attention as well. He quickly shifted the two of them the best that he could, pushing the blanket to the side before positioning Pursuer back into his lap.
His cock was just a bit bigger than the others, but they were both dripping pre the same amount. Cloak tried wrapping his hand around the two of them, but found that his palm was not nearly large enough to pleasure both of their cocks. So, he reached over and grabbed Pursuer’s hand, gently wrapping it around the two of them.
“You got this, don’t you baby?” Cloak's words came out much more needy than he intended them to, but Pursuer didn’t seem to notice. The reaction from the other was instant, as he swallowed the drool that was pooling up at the corners of his mouth and tightened his hand, stroking the two of them at the same pace that Cloak was using on him previously. The sensation of Pursuer’s hand was incredibly different from that of his own. Contrary to the larger scales on the rest of the body, the ones on Pursuer’s palms were much smaller, and also strangely silky. Not only that, but it felt absolutely incredible on his cock.
Cloak placed one hand on Pursuer’s shoulder, while using the other to steady himself on the bed. They were both panting heavily, Cloak’s eyes slipping shut here and there before snapping them open again, wanting to burn the look on Pursuer’s face to memory. Pursuer’s cheeks were flushed a lime green color, sweat beading on his forehead and dripping down his temple, though his eyes were completely focused, though still blown out. It seemed as if he was trying his absolute hardest to avoid scratching Cloak with his claws, and this absolutely melted Cloak’s heart.
“You’re- Doing so good, keep going.” This praise made Pursuer speed up his hand, a small trill-like whine leaving the back of his throat. It sounded beautiful. Cloak wanted to hear more. Pursuer leaned slightly down, placing his free hand right next to Cloak’s waist. He was twitching, seemingly quite sensitive, with more of these whines echoing into Cloak’s ears.
Pursuer’s mouth was hanging open, jaw slack as he focused completely on the pleasure sparking between the two of them. Cloak couldn’t help but find this adorable, his resolve was so close to snapping, so close to just shoving his cock into Pursuer right then and there without a care in the world. He needed him. Bad.
Cloak gently grabbed onto the hand Pursuer was jerking them off with and held it still, causing the creature to let out a little whimper of disappointment at the action. Cloak hushed him, and guided him to change positions. Pursuer was now underneath him, looking up at him with all the trust in the world.
Cloak took Pursuer’s thighs into his hands and softly spread them, revealing the tight ring of muscle that was located right below his sheath.
“Pursuer- Pursuer tell me… are you okay with this? Do you want me to keep going?” Cloak’s voice was almost a whisper now, but no matter how quiet it was, it couldn’t escape Pursuers ears.
“I… please…” As soon as the words were croaked out of Pursuer’s mouth, Cloak bent down and captured the others lips in his. Pursuer’s mouth was extremely wet, as well as being abnormally warm, but he couldn’t care. It felt like heaven to him, as they became acquainted with the taste of each other's tongues.
Pursuer whined when Cloak pulled away, but quickly quieted himself as Cloak reached into his nightstand. Pulling out a bottle of lubricant, Pursuer noted the fact that it seemed as if it was barely used, this observation only making him let out an almost purring noise.
Cloak chuckled slightly before repositioning himself between the large creature’s thighs, gently stroking his hipbone before popping open the bottle of lube.
“If this hurts at all at any point, just say stop, and I will.” As soon as Pursuer nodded, Cloak was pouring lube onto his fingers, rubbing them together to warm up the viscous liquid. He set the bottle to the side, though not too far in case he needed some more, and gently prodded his middle finger against the creature’s clenching hole.
The first finger slid in without much resistance, though that wasn’t much of a feat itself, considering their size difference, his fingers were much smaller than any part of the other. He slowly rubbed the single finger against the creature’s inner walls, feeling much more fleshy than his scaly outsides. The reactions he was getting out of Pursuer were already quite delicious, though he was sure that he could easily draw more out soon.
With how easily the first went in, it wasn’t long before he slipped a second inside, feeling how his hole slightly resisted the second intrusion. Pursuer’s thighs clenched a little, but slowly relaxed as Cloak scissored his fingers in and out of him. He really should have been taking more time while doing this, but his aching cock urged his fingers in and out of Pursuer’s hole quicker. Though, the other didn’t seem to mind this one bit, claws gripping the fitted sheet on the bed so tight that it would probably be ripped by the end of the night. The sounds leaving him were not something to scoff at either, drawn out whimpers and cut off moans, it seemed that Pursuer couldn’t decide if he wanted to let the whole world hear him, or if he wanted to keep himself quiet. Cloak would really prefer the first though.
Cloak took a moment to quickly explore the inside of Pursuer, his fingers massaging and prodding around, clearly looking for something in particular. His discovery was made apparent when Pursuer violently twitched and let out a particularly needy moan, eyes snapping shut. Cloak filed this information away for later, and continued prepping him.
A third finger soon joined the other two, an obscene squelching sound now filling the room from the pace in which Cloak was fingering his hole. Pursuer was squirming, his cock twitching, but it seemed he was too focused on holding onto the bed for dear life to relieve himself.
Unable to wait a second longer, Cloak removed his fingers. Pursuer whimpered at the loss, but quickly quieted himself as Cloak grabbed the bottle of lube once more, pouring a generous amount onto his cock and stroking it on. He wanted the initial penetration to go as smoothly as possible.
He positioned himself in between Pursuer’s legs once again, one hand placed comfortingly on his hip, while the other held the base of his cock. The blunt tip of his cock was eagerly waiting at Pursuer’s stretched hole, Cloak making sure to keep deep eye contact with the other as he began pushing in. His cock was much thicker than his fingers, the stretch sending shocks of pleasure though Pursuer’s body. It was too much and not enough all at once.
Pursuer tried grinding his hips down, wanting Cloak to push further inside, but the position they were in made that a little difficult. Cloak was eager to fulfill his wish though, pushing his way deeper and deeper inside. The stretch was incredible, Pursuer couldn’t help but moan at how nicely Cloak’s cock filled him up, pressing right into every spot that he needed it.
It didn’t take too long before Cloak was balls deep inside Pursuer, his hole welcoming him so eagerly, gripping down so nicely. If he wasn’t careful, he would blow his load right then and there. He stilled himself when he was fully in, taking deep breaths to calm down, while also watching Pursuer carefully, not wanting the creature to be in any pain at all.
“Please-”, The sound startled Cloak. “Please move..” Pursuer sounded desperate, and really, Cloak didn’t need to be told twice. With both hands now gripping onto Pursuer’s hips, he slowly pulled out. Pursuer whined, thinking for a moment that he was just going to fully pull out, before Cloak thrusted back inside, groaning at the feeling of how warm and tight Pursuer's hole felt as it clenched around his cock.
The reaction from Pursuer was instant, head falling back and a whorish moan echoing through the room. Cloak couldn’t hold himself back any longer though, and quickened his pace as soon as he could. The feeling was like heaven, along with the sight. Pursuer was drooling now, too far gone to care about that, legs falling further open as if that would pull Cloak deeper inside.
So many sounds were filling the room, the squelching of Cloak’s cock bullying Pursuer’s hole, the slap of skin upon skin, the almost strained moans of Purser, and the groans of Cloak. To anyone listening in, it would most likely sound disgusting, but to Cloak and Pursuer, these sounds only turned them on further.
Cloak was embarrassingly close, though Pursuer was not far behind. Pursuer felt like nobody else that Cloak has had before, insides boiling hot, but not to the point of discomfort. It only made him want to never stop this, wish that he could hold back his orgasm forever in order to just stay in this moment as long as he would like.
His thoughts were cut off when Pursuer let out a moan that almost broke off into a sob, cumming all over his chest and stomach, release seeming more clear than the average human’s. Cloak slowed his thrusts slightly as Pursuer rode out his orgasm, so intense that it seemed like he was on the verge of crying. As his cock slowly finished pulsing, Cloak picked his pace back up.
“I’m almost there- just a little longer baby.” Pursuer whined at this, but didn’t tell him to stop or push him away, relaxing into the sheets and letting Cloak reach his peak. Cloak wasn’t far behind, really, being close to cumming for a while now. With a final deep thrust, he released inside the other, Pursuer keening at the feeling of the fluid covering his insides, marking him as Cloak’s. That’s really what he was after, since the beginning.
Cloak hunched over the other as he came down from his orgasm, shivering at the feeling of Pursuer’s hole clenching down on his now softening cock. He pulled out slowly, and watched as his finish beaded up and dripped out of Pursuer. The other only let out a content sigh, sitting up and grabbing Cloak.
Cloak let himself be manhandled into laying down on the bed, too spent from their activities to really resist. He knows he should probably clean them up, but doubted it would really be possible to pry Pursuer off of him at this point. Pursuer had arranged Cloak onto his back, the creature having his head on his chest, and arms tightly wrapped around his waist.
Pursuer was already dozing off, and Cloak could feel the grips of sleep entering himself as well. With his last moment of consciousness, he placed a gentle peck on Pursuer's temple, and hoped that the creature would still be there when he woke up.