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Souls of the Night Vol3
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I jerked up from my reading material in the Clan's briefing and conference room as Lex opened the door with more force than he needed and slammed the door against the wall. I pushed the law texts aside. They were just a pastime until my beloved came back from his therapy session anyway - as a human, I probably wouldn't have to deal with them as much.
I chuckled as Lexington pulled himself onto my lap and wrapped his arms around my neck, enveloping me in one of my cherished web-wing wraps.
"Heyyy," I purred." - It wasn't that bad."
"I don't want to talk about it," he mumbled, rubbing his face against the crook of my neck and the little horns on my lower jaw.
"Therapies shouldn't be discussed with others until the doctor and patient feel it would be helpful. I would never ask you about it," I said and stroked his back comfortingly. Why was he so massively uncomfortable about this? Okay, I've had my own bad experiences with psychologists and psychiatrists, but after the first or second session, I really got the impression that Dr. Davis was really good and understanding. She didn't push anyone in any direction, she didn't want to fob anyone off with pills and she seemed professionally calm, patient and hungry to really get to the heart of the problem in a gentle way.
"We should come together again on Thursday," Lex said and shifted his weight a little on my thighs. Which unfortunately led to his crotch rubbing against mine because he was sitting on me with his legs spread out. I gasped at the friction and couldn't stop my exhalation from sounding like a moan. It was one.
Lex pulled away from me a little, but only with his upper body and that was worse than if he had continued to rub against me. Because his demon grin with his demon fangs and his huge eyes shining with delight just looked SO devilishly pleased. He was about to kiss me and take things even further when I shoved my hands under his butt and stood up in a hurry. It was amazing how strong I had become. Not only because I was a gargoyle for weeks but also because Broadway had beefed me up so well that at a height of one seventy (gargoyle height on digitigrade feet - as a human I was just under one sixty) I already weighed 106 pounds. I was no longer critically underweight. But everyone said that for a gargoyle with more limbs and, ideally, more muscle mass, which weighed more than fat, I should gain another twenty pounds. Better more if it was up to the clan. But ... They were calculating for a gargoyle - I was calculating for the human Nathaniel. And I didn't want to get flabby.
I giggled again when Lexington kissed my neck as I stumbled down the hallway with him. But he quickly realized that it didn't go to the elevators and thus to my room or his. I awkwardly pushed open the door handle to the clan's dressing room with my tail and sat him down on one of the benches between the lockers in the middle of the room. He let go of me and looked around in bewilderment. Before a grin stole onto his features.
"You're extremely naughty, Mr. Sharif. But I like it." He began to undo the buttons on his trousers and I took a step back with my hands up, feeling an unnatural heat (which I had learned to accept as my own magical heat and to control better in most situations) rise in my cheeks.
"Lex, I didn't bring you here for this! You know the clan is coming for the second round of patrols tonight. Come on, stop teasing me."
He looked at me, then pushed his bottom lip forward. By Allah, he was so cute. Was it possible to get Rykers just for being cute? So he wouldn't see how red I was getting and that my forearms were steaming a little with arousal, I turned to my locker without a name and opened it.
"And I thought you'd play it risky and we could make out a little before the others came," Lexington muttered.
I laughed. "Lex, I've changed a lot but I still don't want the others watching us have sex."
"Sex? Who said anything about sex?"
I closed the door of my locker and jumped to the side startled as Lexington stood right there looking at me. My gargoyle ears were SO sharp- but 12 weeks of gargoyle versus 60+ years- I was simply no match for his sneaking skills. He was grinning pretty smugly because he had scared the jumpy blue misery that I was.
"You and I both know it wouldn't stop at snogging. Not when you've got that look on your face."
"My puppy eye look?"
"No! Your I-want-to-do-it-with-you-right-now-with-no-regard-for-morals-or-propriety look."
"Oh, THAT look." Lexington looked at me in just that way, one of his upper fangs dug into his lower lip in that cheeky way that made me envious and eager to claim those lips for my own, and I backed away, my black Kevlar vest pressed protectively to my chest as he took a step toward me. With that gentle, sensual sway in his hips that flowed smoothly and so naturally from his tail up his spine, reminding me how flexible he was. But he made no move to force himself on me. He had only taken the step to get to his own locker, opened it, took out his own Kevlar vest and threw it on the bench behind him. While I stood there with my heart pounding and a heated excitement simmering under my skin.
"You're a tease," I grumbled almost silently.
"Nate, for not wanting to do it, you look terribly disappointed right now," he said. His grin was questioning and a little impish at the same time.
He was still standing in front of his locker, whereas I had sat down and now had to look up at him. I was already wearing the dark pants and dark gray T-shirt that was normally worn for patrols. Lex stood there, his arms still tucked into his shirt but most of the magnets already open and his half-exposed muscles and smooth green skin made my nostrils twitch involuntarily. I felt the heat rush to my face. "I - I like doing it with you. Every night. Gladly. Just not here."
"I know that you like it. I even got you to do it open air with me. That was good, wasn't it? It's a gargoyle thing. Makes everything a little more natural," my lover said, and the way he lectured about sex, knowing I was so into it, made white steam rise from his scalp too and made me take several deep breaths to calm down - which hardly helped because I smelled my own horniness AND Lexington with my goddamn super gargoyle nose. In our rooms, or when I could be sure that no one would really surprise us - like on our own patrol route in the outskirts, I gladly accepted his advances. I even expected them sometimes, even if it was highly self-centered and yes, slutty.
But Lexington reacted so positively every time I expressed my pleasure in these situations, either verbally or with my body, that I was no longer ashamed. But only in front of him. I was very ashamed in front of everyone else. Imagining Nathaniel Sharif as a sexual being who gave in to his own desires like that - even demanding them - had been unimaginable until a few weeks ago. And part of me was afraid of this hungry gargoyle part of me. I tried really hard not to give in to it all the time. I would be human again in a few days when Alexander came back. I didn't expect to be so ... horny and lustful then, but Lexington probably wouldn't mind too much because I assumed that his own passion would diminish somewhat. He had admitted to desiring the human Nathaniel Sharif in the same way - but ... I couldn't imagine that NOTHING would change between us if I were normal again. All things would probably change. If Lexington still wanted to be with me - in that way - that would make me happy. But even just keeping him as a friend would be more luck than Nathaniel the human usually had, maybe even deserved. To be lovers - life partners even ... that would be much more difficult in an interspecies relationship. The conflict-shy Nathaniel hated the thought and recoiled at the idea. But I couldn't stay a gargoyle. That would be ... just wrong.
When Lexington changed after his dark gray T-shirt now his trousers, I looked away.
"You're pretty hot, Nate. Should we call the fire department?" Lexington teased. I grinned without looking at him waved away the light smoke rising from my skin.
"A boy I like is changing in front of me. I don't want to stare."
"First of all, it's only down to my underpants. And secondly; you've seen me change before." I looked up and he laughed at me. He was so gorgeous when he laughed with those teeth and that overbite.
"I know. But that was different. Just ... stop looking at me like that. And get dressed so I can't smell your skin anymore."
I turned my head away again as he chuckled softly and I heard him zipping up his trouser legs and pulling his vest over his head.
"You make it sound like I'm doing something to you. I'm not releasing any beguiling hormones if that's what you think."
"And if you were, maybe you wouldn't tell me," I said, and the word hormones alone created images in my head.
Suddenly I felt him in my back. Against my back. He leaned against my spine and I could feel the rough fabric of his Kevlar vest rubbing against me, even though I was already wearing my T-shirt. And worse (or better), some piece of equipment in his numerous pockets - maybe a taser, maybe a flashlight - pressed between my shoulder blades, not only causing my wings to expand in a sweeping motion and suddenly fill the entire room, but also pressing into this small area, which was an extremely sensitive, erogenous zone for gargoyles with back wings. Instantly I felt my tail twitch (both the back AND the front and damn, my pants were suddenly three sizes too tight).
"Lex!" I exclaimed and reached back. I got hold of the shoulder pads of his protective vest but I had no idea whether I wanted to pull him away from me or squeeze him tighter (over my shoulders, pull him into my lap and devour him with burgeoning sexual lust). My lover moved his hands forward, slid his arms under my armpits and let his claws dance across the fabric over my ribcage. His warm breath and boyish but excited voice tickled my ear.
"I don't need pheromones. We have a breeding season and that's when partners react to the scents of their counterparts. Otherwise, not so much. But we can be together outside of that. You'll have noticed."
"Maybe my season is now," I whispered, running my hand carefully over his head.
"Don't think so. Unfortunately."
Damn, I should have spent the last hour burning in the dungeon or on the battlements instead of reading, I thought with lustful despair. Despite the thicker gargoyle skin, I got goose bumps all over my body and shivered under his caressing, teasing touch.
And his words worryingly tickled my erection out of its shell altogether.
"Although I would love it if you came in heat like our females. If you think it's hard to keep your hands off each other now, wait until everyone is flirting and cuddling. The human inhabitants of the castle even had to make a trip to Europe during the weeks of the last breeding season and if something makes David Xanatos uncomfortable - then it really is too intense." He chuckled and his hands slipped under my T-shirt. But even deeper, into the waistband of my pants and my whole lower body tightened as his hands rested on my lower abdomen just below my belly button. "I would make you heavy with egg, I would fill you until my seed would take hold and you would be bulging. And I'd spoil and pamper you in every way imaginable and you'd glow in your heavy glory and the hatchling would be as beautiful as you," he whispered and where his one hand pushed my head towards him so he could kiss me, his other wanted to slide deeper between my legs.
"Whoa, guys!, a familiar voice suddenly uttered, making my eyes widen. Broadway and Brooklyn were standing in the doorway.
"Keep it PG in here. The kids are coming," Brooklyn grumbled, and for once his eye patch came in handy because it limited his peripheral vision and all he had to do was turn his head away without having to give up his pose with his arms crossed disapprovingly. Broadway, on the other hand, had his hands over his eyes. And when Goliath appeared behind them with his mouth open, that was the last straw. With a flaming puff!, my head - my hair to be precise - suddenly caught fire and as red as I must have been, I must have looked like a burning match. Lex backed away from me while I ran into the shower room with the Kevlar vest in front of my abdomen - instinctively trying to find the nearest source of water before the sprinkler system above me went off and soaked everything. I threw the vest off me and turned on the nearest shower faucet, no time to remove any of the clothes - and with my magical fire blazing hot but not consuming my skin and hair, I wouldn't have gotten my T-shirt over my horns unscathed anyway.
"I'm sorry," I gasped as the cold water hit me, giving me a different kind of goosebumps that also caused my obvious arousal to subside.
"It's okay, Nate," I heard Brooklyn call from next door. "We know who's usually at fault in these situations." I rubbed my hair in frustration, letting my dreadlocks soak in while the real gargoyles next door scolded Lexington. Although I felt that I was also responsible for what we were doing. If only this gargoyle body wouldn't be so susceptible. I heard other members of the clan come into the locker room over the pattering water and then while I was using one of the large towels in the shower room and how Lexington was not very perceptive to Goliath's and Brooklyn's quiet but admonishing lecture not to turn the whole castle into a playground for our activities and that there had to be certain boundaries. I felt the same way. God, I was embarrassed! And my favorite girl, Heather, didn't do any better when she came in - on two legs for once - and held out my new duty gear (the second set from my locker).
"Thank you, my darling," I said. "I'm sorry to hold up your patrol. ... I had to take a shower ... really badly."
She flashed her cute monster smile. "It's okay. We're not human, Uncle Nate. I know how eggs are made."
I could feel myself getting red and hot again, even though the water was still dripping from my dreadlocks.
"That's not what we did," I gasped.
"I know two boys don't do that. You don't have girl parts. But when two boys love each other and feel like making eggs with each other even if they cant make eggs, their front tails raise their heads. The front tails are their boy parts. Tachi explained that to me. Did you know that this also happens when only one male and one female want to make eggs together? she said smartly and stared at me, eagerly awaiting my answer.
I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. ( Cry - definitely cry and crawl into a dark hole until I was a human being again who didn't find it so damn erotic (and a little depressing) when my boyfriend did kinky egg-talk.)
"Uhhh, I wish Tachi wouldn't explain that kind of stuff to you," I said, whimpering and taking a deep breath as I turned my back to her and changed my clothes. I kept my wet underpants on and I didn't have to blow-dry my hair either. It was already early May and even if the winds were fierce hundreds of meters above the ground, I wouldn't get sick as a gargoyle and everything would dry quickly. I hurried but felt Heather's gaze on my back. It took some getting used to, but I quickly realized - at least since I was really involved in patrols - that none of the gargoyles cared much about nudity in front of each other. Which was understandable if they had worn loincloths and the like until the two-thousanders. Now they wore full human clothing out of habit - and less because they had a real sense of shame or compared themselves to others. I also managed to strip down to my underpants in front of them - it was easy to forget my normal insecurities with them when you were one of their own and it obviously meant nothing to them to see someone with little clothing. Only Lex and I swinging our erections around - no one wanted that - totally understandable. When I came back into the locker room, Brooklyn was just finishing his last sentence.
"- know that you want to get as much out of his time as a Gargoyle, but you also have to think about his comfort zone. And those of your clanmates and the humans in the castle. And it mustn't interfere with your duties."
Lexington, who raised his arms with a grin as I came to him to pull the Velcro straps through the holes in his wing skins (just so I had something meaningful to do and didn't have to look at anyone) said:
"Speaking of duties: I quote the immortal words of the former Timedancer and current Clan leader during the last breeding season in 2008 when I caught him in a compromising situation in Xanatos` bedroom: "At least I still had my pants on." And I guess the same was true for Nate and me, now."
Angela and Broadway, who had just helped each other change, and Tachi, who had stuck her beak in her locker, cackled cheerfully as Brooklyn and Katana exchanged annoyed glances.
"Congratulations. You've earned yourself a chaperone for that," Brooklyn said with a shrug (and a small sardonic smirk in Lexington's direction) before turning to Nashville, who was perched on one of the benches checking his equipment.
"Nashville- you three take over everything south of Bronxville including Yonkers down to Central Park. The wide area will be good for Lex to get down."
"WHAT!" shouted Youngster and my friend simultaneously and completely scandalized.
"Or maybe it would be better if you didn't fly any more patrols together. The passion of a new partnership has been a distraction for many," Goliath said thoughtfully, raising an eyebrow questioningly. Lexington, who had just wanted to bitch like a mad gremlin, dropped onto a bench, grumbling in offense. There would be no more discussion from his side. But there would be from Nashville's side. Where he had become quieter and quieter over the last two weeks - to be honest, I had seen less of him except at meals - he was now back to his petulant, sharp-tongued self. At first I'd been pleased that he didn't put his two cents in every time I did something stupid or awkward, but now I missed that and wondered if he'd only been so involved with me because I'd been having this unusual problem. Maybe it was only now that he realized how annoying I was to him? Maybe I was starting to be a nuisance to everyone. Involuntarily, I wanted to reach for Lexington's bone bar between his flying skins to hold on to it. But I forced myself not to. Soon I would be human again. I knew he felt destined to pamper me, but I couldn't invite him too much. That would just be unfair to take advantage of his nature.
"Let them make out on every other rooftop - leave me out of it. Why are you punishing me?" Nashville continued to nag and had stood up in the meantime. The two males, who looked so much alike, stared at each other and you could tell that Brooklyn was trying hard not to be too dominant towards his son. Although I had no current body hair, the few hairs on the back of my neck stood up.
"I'm not punishing you, Nash," Brooklyn said placidly but firmly. "I just want everyone to do their duty. And if you're there, both of them can concentrate better. And you work better when you're not patrolling alone."
"I'm NEVER out patrolling alone."
"Bronx or Fu-Dog don't count. If they break a few ribs or bite someone because you're using them as a back-up and they go into protection mode, the lawyers come crawling out of their holes again." Nashville covered the ears of Heather, who had just climbed up on him, and hissed.
"Brooklyn, I don't want to play cock blocker for my uncle and Hercules!"
"If ... Nashville is so unhappy with this, then he shouldn't be forced. I'll ... I'll pull myself together, Brooklyn. Really," I tried to reassure him.
"Honestly, Nate. YOU are the last person I worry about."
"How about chastity belts with electroshock functions," Tachi suggested in her dry, gruff humor, exchanging a feigned underfrequent growl with Lexington.
"That would be an option!" said Nash.
"Nashville, I don't want to argue with you. Either you accept my requests as clan leader or I'm dragging you to Doctor Davis. We all know summer nights aren't good for you and it's barely May."
"THAT has nothing to do with it!" the light blue gargoyle man snapped indignantly.
"We notice you're starting to get melancholy and withdraw again. Please Nash - you know what's better for you if you're honest."
Nashville looked at him for a few moments, his face petrified. Heather, sitting on the back of his neck, rubbed her face sadly against his stubborn hair and all at once everyone in the room seemed ... burdened.
Then Nash exhaled in frustration.
"I don't question your orders, Leader. I don't need to talk to the Doc. It's all good." He set Heather down, patted her on the head again, then wandered out onto the helicopter platform.
"Fine. Okay." Brooklyn said, exchanging another unhappy look with Katana and a nod with Lexington, and turned to the others to assign precincts for the night.
Thanks for reading, Q.T.
