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It was an accident.

Completely unintentional.

He had sprinted into the tree house, desperate to use the bathroom. ManePear wasn't opposed to peeing outside, having done so during long stakeout missions, but he tried to keep up the semblance of civility since he was home and had a bathroom. Plus, as he had someone else living with him, he didn't want to accidentally expose himself to them.

His ears didn't catch the running water of a scalding shower as he pushed inside, hands already unbuckling his cargo pants to free himself.

But he sure had gotten an eyeful of Wemmbu's mortified face, his scream, and his nude, smooth body. The transparent shower curtain does nothing to block it.

He had yelled back, eyes unable to look away as Wemmbu's hands tried to cover his intimate bits. But it was too late.

ManePear had to pee outside anyway.

—

It was hard to sleep. He had tossed and turned for the past few hours in his bed, mind constantly drifting back to what had happened earlier that day.

His brain kept flashing Wemmbu's naked body and the unexpected piece of anatomy he had kept a secret. I mean, he had assumed Wemmbu was a guy, seeing as he was quite masculine and generally used male pronouns.

Well, he is. He's no less of a man than he is just because he doesn't have a dick. Your dick doesn't define you, or some shit like that. But does Wemmbu's pussy define him? No, probably not.

ManePear groaned, hands pressing against his face as he tried to will the image away.

He was purple down there, too. He didn't expect his pubes to be purple as well, but it should've been obvious. I mean, his own were more a dark blonde than the bright blonde of his locs, but that's besides the point.

And he thinks there were definitely signs of his missing appendage. Or lack of. Is it wrong to think that men normally have penises? Is that too close-minded?

Anyway. For starters, he preferred to wear tight pants with his elaborate outfits. He had never seen, well, any sort of package. It's not like he was purposefully searching for any kind of print, but as a guy, sometimes you're measuring yourself up to others. Isn't that normal?

Second, his flexibility. Okay, maybe that's not a good factor in determining if he has a cock or not. He knows FlameFrags can do a perfect split without any struggle, and he is confident that guy has a dick. He grew up with him.

…Not like that. He doesn't want to think of his little brother's dick.

Finally, uh…he doesn't have a third reason. Really, this whole time it'd just been a subconscious idea that Wemmbu was just packing a really small package, and that's why he was so strung up and chaotic in the first place. Something about acting tougher than you are to make up for it? It's not an exact science—but he at least thought it had been accurate for Wemmbu.

Nope. A cute, puffy cunt was what lay hidden under layers of fancy outfits and heavy netherite armor. And he sighs as he feels his cock stir with interest as he decides he may as well let the image project itself if he can't stop thinking about it.

And it's interesting because Wemmbu isn't dainty, he's strong and has some muscle mass. Compared to himself, he is leaner. He's more of a sleeper build kind of guy, which is arguably just as difficult as getting jacked.

Another thing. Why is he now interested in Wemmbu? Well, it's not like he wasn't, the guy is sexy as shit with a skinny waist and a tight ass. And his face is just as pretty, with black eyes that stare into your soul and puffy lips with sharp canines that can shred your throat apart in seconds. Fuck, his killing potential is just intoxicating.

Even before he had betrayed the PrinceZam Empire, he'd always thought Wemmbu was quite beautiful. PrinceZam had seemed to like him a lot, but was just incredibly paranoid about his kingdom, though everything had been going well. She had definitely brought it all down by themselves by sending FlameFrags on Wemmbu. And she was frankly, an uptight prick. Never letting him mess around. Always having to be serious and stone-faced? Nah, not his style.

And he couldn't help his satisfaction and excitement when Wemmbu had ultimately looked for him, begging with his pretty, sharp eyes and fluffy lashes to train him.

And now he was here, dick hard and mind being bombarded with a million different questions and thoughts about Wemmbu's cunt.

And the same guy had avoided him all day after that. Eyes wide and tail low to the ground, fearful. He questions whether Wemmbu had a prior negative experience because of his body. Which sucks because it's not something he has control over. But he'd given him space, staying in the more public areas of the tree house, like the living room or the backyard, to see if Wemmbu would want to speak to him first.

He didn't, opting to hide on his floor of the tree house for the rest of the day.

His hand inched toward his dick, guilt pounding in his chest. The guy was sort of a close friend, and he was his teacher. Isn't that kind of wrong even if you are very close in age? Power imbalances and whatnot?

Would Wemmbu even want to fuck him? Ride his cock with fervor or let himself be held as ManePear dragged and pushed back inside?

He'd be lying if he hadn't considered bedding the purple demon before.

But anal was such a hassle. He's more of an in-the-moment guy, not a 'pick a calendar day and be ready' guy. Having a cunt just made his access easier. It's why he preferred sleeping with women, at least it was quicker to get them wet and on his cock than with guys who had to fast beforehand or risk any…unfortunate accidents. He was all about speed, and if getting his dick wetter was at play, he preferred to take the easy route.

He supposes he values the efficiency of it all.

He supposes that's not an issue anymore, though.

And right now, the most efficient way to get his cock drained was sleeping right above him, legs tangled in their sheets and helpless. But he would never do that; he's not a monster.

So for now, he'll settle for the next best thing, his trusty hand. Maybe some other day, he'll get the chance to fuck the cunt that he's sure will stay haunting his dreams for the foreseeable future.

—

The next few days, it was as if the shower incident had never happened.

Wemmbu had just talked to him like nothing happened, and to his relief, ManePear had decided not to bring it up. Though he's sure Wemmbu noticed the puzzled look on his face before he decided to just roll with it.

And so training continued. ManePear was surprised at how much Wemmbu had improved. He was getting quite accurate at his stun slams, and clearly excelled at the faster elytra-rocket-mace combo. Though he was also good at using wind charges, Wemmbu understood his flaws, noting that he tended to use his rockets to quickly get kills versus making them last. That'd be an issue for longer, more outnumbered fights, so it's good that he was perfecting his mace techniques with wind charges.

He watched as Wemmbu gained higher and higher ground, boosting himself off the strategically placed armor stands. Sure, Wemmbu would get better training from fighting actual players, but the basics were good to review every once in a while.

ManePear was distracted, though, hand holding a totem as he stared into the distance, deep in thought. He had seen a mafia member sneak into a hidden base, and he was sure it'd be filled with plenty of targets for Wemmbu to practice on.

Wemmbu seemed to notice as he flew down, mace slamming onto his skull and popping said totem and laughing manically as he watched the green sparks surround and quickly heal the damage caused by his mace. He landed in front of ManePear, eyes creased as he reached for his munitions. He should get out of there while he still had the chance.

He was quick to pale as he realized he didn't have a rocket or a spare wind charge to jump back away. And he yelped as ManePear grabbed him roughly, throwing him down and holding him still as he breathed angrily.

Wemmbu only smirked.

"What was that one rule? Fight without honor? Do it if it gives you the upper hand?" The demon looked quite pleased with himself.

"Does it look like you have the upper hand, Wemmbu?" ManePear smiled as he watched Wemmbu's proud face fade.

"…No," Wemmbu stared up at him, before beginning to look around at the predicament he'd put himself in.

"How are you going to get outta this one, Wemm? No mace, no sword, no axe, just your body. Are you sure you can defeat me with just your strength?" He pushed Wemmbu's arms tighter to the ground as he began to wiggle, trying to force ManePear to let him go.

He was looking to prove a point. Don't do stupid shit like attack your teacher without having the ability to get away. Better yet, don't attack people you have no chance of winning against unless you're sure you'll get them on your first try.

Wemmbu had the habit of charging headfirst with absolutely no plan, which he was also aiming to train out of him. He chuckled as Wemmbu pushed harder, chest rising to hopefully put more strength in his pushing. His forearms felt like they were bruising, and his face flushed at the embarrassment of being unable to break free from ManePear's hold.

How long would he keep him down? Until he gave up and admitted his stupidity? No. There had to be a way to get out of this. He kept thrashing, eyes closing as he tried to rack his brain for an idea.

Wemmbu internally smirked as he forced his features to look nervous as he looked to the side, exposing the expanse of his pale, purple neck. He felt ManePear's hold loosen, and though he could feel the lion hybrid staring through his blindfold, it still wasn't enough. His own tail scraped against the ground before moving up to feel up ManePear's thigh.

It was funny to see the way his breath hitched, because for all he knew, Wemmbu's body was simply freaking out as it tried to escape. He didn't consider the possibility that Wemmbu was teasing him on purpose. He gripped harder as he realized he'd loosened up, and Wemmbu gasped provocatively as he felt the sensitive skin held harshly. Still, he didn't let go.

He'd need to push this one step further. This had to work, or else he'd look like an idiot.

He brought his hips up, pushing his legs out and hooking them around ManePear's waist as he pressed his crotch to the lion's own. He smirked satisfactorily as ManePear sputtered, hands loosening just enough for Wemmbu to tear his arms away, using his leg strength to throw ManePear to the side.

Wemmbu rolled over quickly, laughing sporadically as he pushed himself up, his claws dragging sand up from the training ground. He broke into a run, chuckling as he threw a speed potion, heart pounding as he heard ManePear give chase after him.

Sure, it was a little dirty. But another rule was to use any method to win. ManePear should be proud of him! He had demonstrated these rules perfectly!

He jumps onto a tree near the grounds, using his elytra to glide onto an armor stand and windburst off of it. He lands gracefully on the first layer of the tree house, standing proudly above it as he watches a flushed ManePear breathe heavily under him.

Finally. He had bested ManePear at something. And the satisfaction burned in his veins, made his stomach flutter warmly, and made his heart beat quickly with adrenaline that he was starting to enjoy experiencing.

ManePear looked at him as if he were prey, and he couldn't help but feel a shiver as he realized he was running his eyes over every crevice of his body. He subtly clenched his thighs, feeling a small tingle as ManePear drank him in.

"You have to come down sometime!" ManePear called up, crossing his muscular arms. And Wemmbu almost drooled at the veins that bulged on them, sweat getting into the creased, dark brown skin. "You're screwed once I catch you!"

"Hah! If you can catch me!" Wemmbu yelled down, sharp canines poking out as he grinned.

"Bet," and Wemmbu's brow rose as a heavy grin formed on ManePear's lips. Guess he'd be sleeping on the roof tonight.

ManePear walked off, tail swaying excitedly as he made his way into the tree house.

It seems his chance would come sooner than he thought.

—

It wasn't too bad on the roof. It was nearing the end summer, so sunbathing on the leaves, along with the cool breeze, felt amazing against his naturally cold body. At least with this little challenge he'd started with ManePear, he didn't have to go out and kill any mafia players. He could relax as he made sure the lion wasn't trying to sneak up and pounce on him.

So far, it'd been pretty uneventful. He hadn't left the tree house, nor could he hear him shuffling inside. He was probably waiting right behind the door to ambush him. If he thought Wemmbu was that stupid, he was honestly offended.

But his stomach did start to grumble, the previous event having given him quite an appetite. It wouldn't be too hard to escape should ManePear try to corner him, but he didn't think he should take any chances. He had a couple of golden apples to hold him over; he could last without real food until the lion got bored and called off the challenge.

He just had to make sure he didn't mess up or fold first. He decided to go further up. ManePear would likely make a ruckus as he tried to climb up, and all Wemmbu would have to do is glide down and climb back up. Rinse and repeat. With the loss of his wings, he had to be more resourceful, and his clawed hands and feet made climbing and parkour particularly easy.

ManePear was frankly all muscle, and the faster he tried to reach Wemmbu, the faster he'd fall through the leaves. Wemmbu smiled in satisfaction; his idea was simply perfect. He lay on his side, propping his head up with his arms behind them as he made sure to block the sun with the thick leaves.

A small nap wouldn't hurt; he'd be able to hear the lion from miles away.

—

Fuck. Wemmbu was an absolute prick.

Sure, he had been giving him a hard time by not letting him up. But, using his anatomy to his advantage to catch him off guard? Knowing it had caused an awkward moment between the two of them? He was incredibly resourceful, even if he was a tease. If there was anyone who had picked up on his rules the best, it was him. Absolutely.

It had been cute watching him squirm helplessly. It'd been hot watching him expose his frail, smooth neck. The marks he could leave on the blank canvas, the feeling of Wemmbu going limp against him? It made him growl pathetically as he felt his cock harden again. He had just walked out of a cold shower.

And Wemmbu slotting them together? He was shocked the demon hadn't felt his slight hard-on. Even more when he didn't notice his bulge as he looked up at him. There was nothing like feeling the heat through his pants, and he knew it'd feel better without any of the fabric.

Wemmbu would absolutely get fucked, there was no doubt about it. It was what he deserved after getting him all riled up without apologizing for it. …If he agreed, of course.

It's like he forgot that he was a top bounty hunter, or maybe he was counting on that. Either way, the best way to catch him would be to let him lower his guard. The demon would have to leave the roof sometime, and he'd be there, waiting for him.

He sighed, stepping back into the bathroom to take another shower.

—

Well.

He hadn't expected a storm to roll in!

He pushed himself under the leaves, watching as the training grounds started to darken as the sand became moist with water. It wouldn't be long before the rain penetrated the leaves above him, and his lower half had unfortunately been caught as the storm rolled in before he had crawled to shelter.

He'd have to go inside, or risk freezing to death.

That was kind of an exaggeration, but it would suck to warm himself up adequately to avoid his toes and fingers going numb. He struggled with regulating his temperature, and the freezing rain and stiff winds wouldn't do him any favors.

Wemmbu's sure ManePear has noticed the shift in weather as well, the air only getting colder as the sun starts to set in the distance.

The purples and oranges melt into each other as the moon takes over for the sun.

He sneakily jumps down to the leaves on his floor of the tree house, sliding his window open as quietly as possible and poking his head inside to make sure ManePear's not in the room waiting to ambush him. He confirms the coast is clear and gracefully maneuvers his way inside, legs going first and landing softly onto the wooden floor. His hands land as well, crawling softly towards his bed as he tries to listen to where ManePear might be.

The silence is unnerving. He's not afraid; he doesn't think ManePear will hurt him. But being stalked like this makes him feel small, a feeling that he's been wanting to get rid of since he'd first been betrayed. It's strange how the large man makes no sound to come upstairs when he's likely heard him sneak into his own room with the superior hearing he possesses. Wemmbu should've heard a creak by now.

But he counts his blessings, padding softly to his closet to pull out a set of dry clothes. Just a simple t-shirt and pajama pants. Maybe ManePear has decided to set a truce for the night? The lion could burst through the doorway any second, and he finds himself holding his breath as he mistakes the wind shifting the house for footsteps. Wemmbu sighs in relief as nobody enters.

This is sort of a fucked up game of hide and seek, and he wonders what kind of punishment ManePear will give him if he catches him. Forcing him to max enchant the extra armor he takes from the mafia by chaining him to a mob grinder? Making him mend every weapon and piece of armor in the house? Clean the entire house from top to bottom? Honestly, a beating would be preferable.

He signs as he leaves the room, aiming to take a hot shower, hoping that ManePear decides to let him rest for the night. He's more than happy to continue the challenge tomorrow.

—

Perfect. It was all perfect.

The rain bringing Wemmbu inside had been the cherry on top. He knew that without it, the End demon would be happy to sleep under the stars, staying far from his reach.

And of course, he thought he was safe on the leaves just because he hadn't attempted to climb up. The great thing about a hunt is bringing your prey's guard down and striking when they least expect it. Why would Wemmbu think he'd pause just because it's nighttime? Does he think that enemies trying to kill him will stop when the sun sets?

The winner will always take every opportunity to win, however dishonorable it is. And he aims to be the winner.

He moves to dangle his legs on the support beam he sits on while hiding in the ceiling. He's surprised that Wemmbu didn't look up, but it wouldn't have made much of a difference since he'd be able to jump down on him anyway.

He listens as he hears him in the bathroom outside the room, water running through the pipes in the wall as Wemmbu takes his shower. It'll be funny when he lies down to sleep and looks at the ceiling, seeing the lion waiting for him with a wide grin.

His ears perk up as the shower shuts off, and he waits patiently for Wemmbu to come back to his room.

—

The shower felt amazing against his freezing skin. He warmed up quickly, finally able to feel the tips of his toes as he walked back to his room. He dries his hair with his towel as he walks, tail swaying softly behind him. He glances suspiciously around the room, checking his closet, below his bed, and outside his window to make sure the lion isn't waiting for him.

He must already be asleep; a mace to the head still causes dizziness and fatigue to those who survive thanks to their totems. Though he had expected ManePear of all people to be able to walk it off. He must've opted to leave Wemmbu alone; after all, tomorrow was another day with lots of opportunities for mischief, fun, and violence.

He chucks the towel in the corner of his room, feet stepping onto the orange and white carpet, toes gripping the fibers to ground himself. He walks to shut the lights off, body ready to sleep after that relaxing shower. He feels an ache in his back, probably from trying to force his way out of ManePear's grasp earlier.

He leans back, trying to crack it as he sighs with little success. He opens his eyes as he stands, and he freezes as they land on the form of a smug ManePear. He doesn't know how a man made of pure muscle can fold himself so snuggly above the beams, but he realizes he doesn't actually care as that same man jumps down right on top of him. He tries to run, body turning as he heads for the window. But gravity is faster, and they crash onto the ground. Wemmbu whimpers as his nose collides with the floor, feeling hot blood begin to flow onto the ground and down his face.

ManePear laughs on top of him, seemingly proud of himself.

"You thought this was over, bro? I told you I'd catch you!" His laugh shakes the room.

He hears a soft groan, and his laugh fades as he watches Wemmbu shakily support himself on his forearms.

"ManePear, your fatass is too heavy for this. Fuck, I think you broke my nose." Wemmbu mumbles, bringing his hand to his face to try to stop the blood that drips from his nose.

"What? Really?" He quickly gets off of Wemmbu, helping him turn and sit up. ManePear winces as he sees the blood, guilt drowning his features.

"Oh shit, bro, I'm so sorry—," he tears his blindfold off, bringing it to Wemmbu's nose and letting Wemmbu take it to press against it.

He sits nearby awkwardly as Wemmbu feels around his nose, hand flinching away at a particular area, and he confirms that yes, it's broken.

"Wemmbu, I didn't mean to hurt you, bro, I was just trying to catch you off guard—"

Wemmbu lets out a strained laugh, eyes crinkling up as his tongue swipes out to lick the blood off his lips.

"Mane, you definitely caught me off guard. It's fine, just bring me a golden apple so I can fix it."

ManePear nods rapidly and jumps to his feet to run downstairs.

Wemmbu sighs, shaking his head as a smile forms on his lips.

What a dumb ass.

It's kind of cute.

What?

—

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, wait—!"

ManePear's hands fall back immediately, eyes full of guilt as Wemmbu covers his face with his hand.

He sits criss-crossed in front of Wemmbu, whose to the foot of the bed, currently complaining and whining about his broken nose.

"I'm sorry, bro, but we have to set it before you eat the apple, or it'll set crooked,"

"I know it just hurts every time you touch it."

It looked gnarly. Wemmbu's skin was already purple, but the bruises that had formed under his eyes made it look like ManePear had beaten the shit out of him. The dried blood on Wemmbu's shirt surely didn't help his case.

"I'm sorry, it's just hard when you keep flinching back."

"If you were more gentle, I wouldn't have to flinch back," ManePear pursed his mouth, eyes squinting at Wemmbu, who rolled his eyes at him.

But he had no right to complain about his attitude; he'd broken his nose after all.

Well, actually.

"This wouldn't have happened if you didn't mace me at the training grounds." ManePear huffed, crossing his arms matter-of-factly and smirking at Wemmbu.

Wemmbu sneered before cursing as the scrunching movement had pained his nose.

"Okay—yeah, maybe I shouldn't have done that, but who hides like in the roof and jumps on a guy half your size?" Wemmbu closes his eyes, head turned up, and hands clenched as he fights the fresh wave of pain tormenting his face.

"Umm, I guess I didn't really think it through. I was supposed to like, fall from the roof at the foot of your bed when you lied down, and then you looked up, and well, yeah…"

"You're so—. Okay, I think I'm ready now, just be careful," he looked back down, leaning forward closer to ManePear.

He kept his eyes closed, breathing in shakily. He didn't know when ManePear would touch him, but he knew he'd keep flinching away if he saw ManePear's hands coming.

"…Do you want a countdown—?" He leaned closer, left hand settling on the top of Wemmbu's head between his horns and holding him still. He feels Wemmbu flinch at the sensation, then still.

He bites his lip, his other hand hovering near Wemmbu's face.

"That might be nice—Oh fuck!" Wemmbu yelps, head held in place as ManePear skillfully sets the cartilage.

The hand on his head holds him still, and each pop of the cartilage brings a wave of pain before ManePear is satisfied with the result. He leans back, eyes squinting as he tries to determine if it's straight and even. He has a lot of practice. FlameFrags got into lots of fights as a kid.

"There, it's done."

He hands Wemmbu the golden apple, nervous as he watches him eat it quickly. The bruises quickly disappear, the swelling subsides, and Wemmbu's face looks just as flawless as before.

"You're a dick," Wemmbu mutters, slowly touching his nose and relaxing as it doesn't bring any pain to him.

ManePear huffs, it's kind of true. But he doesn't have a response that seems appropriate. He looks outside through the window, noting that the sun has set deeply and that the storm outside is quite heavy.

He looks at Wemmbu, who flinches harshly each time thunder from the lightning shakes the sky.

"Are you afraid of lightning?"

"…It brings bad memories." Wemmbu feels an itch on his back, where his wings should be. Where an elytra sits smooth and lets him glide and soar, paling in comparison to the flight he could take before.

"You know, I used to be scared of the top bunk," ManePear begins, waiting for Wemmbu to acknowledge him.

"What? Like a bunk bed?" He squints his eyes, turning to look at ManePear, ears flicking at the storm outside.

"Yeah. Long, long ago, when my parents were still around, FlameFrags and I had a bunk bed. Being the oldest, I naturally got to choose which bed to sleep on."

Wemmbu listens carefully, hands on his thigh, picking at the seams on his old pants.

"Obviously, I chose the top bunk, the best one. It wasn't until night time when I climbed up it for the first time. That feeling of rising, the wood digging into your feet as you climbed the ladder, and the tightness of being so close to the roof, so far from the ground. It felt horrible."

"Did you keep the top bunk?"

"Of course, I couldn't let anyone know I was scared of it. Anyway. One night, I had to pee. And I was so used to just running off my bed to the bathroom that I sort of threw myself off the top. I was still half asleep, didn't realize I was at the top."

Wemmbu's eyes widened slightly, slowly realizing where this was going.

"Dude, I broke my foot in like half. That might be an exaggeration, but it was bad. FlameFrags woke up from my dumbass hitting the ground and ran to our parents, and I was taken to this fancy ass doctor who managed to fix it. It ended up costing them a crazy amount, though." He pauses, hand bringing the long, golden locs that had fallen in front of his eyes back.

"I couldn't bring myself to go back to the top. I avoided my bed like the plague, sleeping in the living room or hiding from my parents so they wouldn't send me up there." ManePear went silent, eyes pondering.

"And then?" Wemmbu prompted.

"My parents were dead." He responded dully. "Our village was raided by piglin bandits; all the adults in our village were warriors and proudly went to fight, knowing the risks. They fought until the end."

He was quiet as Wemmbu reeled back in shock, black eyes widening. Because what. This had gone from zero to one hundred so quickly.

"That night I had snuck away to the blue forest a ways from my village. I did it all the time; there were never any issues. FlameFrags had been sleeping in the top bunk; he felt like the King of Kings on it, since it was 'my' bunk." His voice cracks at the end, finger coming up to wipe the tears forming at the edges of his eyes.

"And the only thing that had survived the damn carnage in our home was the bunk bed. Flame was hiding completely still underneath the blankets that had charred at the edges. The blue frame, made of warped fungus, was the only thing besides FlameFrags that was fireproof."

He sighed shakily. Wemmbu placed a hand on his forearm, eyes offering sympathy.

"It saved my brother. Maybe me as well. It's kind of dumb; the bunk bed isn't alive, but in my traumatized kid brain, I interpreted it that way. And now I'm no longer afraid of the top bunk."

"I'm sorry. I understand how it feels to lose your parents." It was sweet but closed off. And ManePear was curious, but he nodded his head, appreciating the sentiment.

"Yeah," he coughed, willing the pain in his chest away as he looked back outside. "Look, the storm is gone."

"…Thank you. For distracting me. Normally, I just shut down, just…thanks. Even though you broke my nose." He jabbed, extending his legs and leaning back onto the foot of his bed.

ManePear snorted softly, eyes tracing the long, slender legs that seemed to fight the pajama pants that enveloped them. It's when Wemmbu crossed his legs at the knees that he looked up, realizing his staring had not gone unnoticed.

"You know, it's quite easy to see where you're looking without that bandana." He sounded smug, eyes squinting at ManePear, who quickly looked away.

"I—sorry. I didn't mean to—," he looked back quickly, voice cutting off as he felt Wemmbu's bare foot caressing his own leg. He could feel his body warm and his face flush as his body hyperfocused on the feeling.

Fuck. He was too easy. He was getting hard from Wemmbu's foot rubbing his leg.

He uncrossed his legs, scooting towards Wemmbu, who sat up, head tilted to the side as his dark, sultry eyes traced the curve of ManePear's arm muscles illuminated by the moonlight.

He rose and put his arms on the mattress, caging Wemmbu against it, who simply leaned back, eyes making contact with the lions. His legs spread wide, letting ManePear into his space, who angled his hips down to grind his clothed cock against his own clothed cunt. The soft moan that slipped out of Wemmbu felt glorious.

He wrapped his arms around ManePear's neck, bringing him close to nibble his jaw and neck, taking turns in letting ManePear lick his face with his rough tongue. Strong hands grabbed below his thighs, bringing Wemmbu to sit on his lap, perfectly slotted cock to cunt.

He felt so small, lean body engulfed by the thick, muscular makeup of ManePear's form.

His clawed hands ran through the thick locs, pads feeling the tight texture and softness as he followed the hair down, letting his palms feel the strong muscles fighting against the old tank top. He leaned back hesistantly, breathing ManePear's exhales as he tried to calm his racing heart. He could feel himself pulsing, his panties soaking as he got more and more aroused. He's sure ManePear can feel his wetness, and it only makes him produce more slick.

Their lips didn't meet, and Wemmbu felt a pang of disappointment before remembering what was coming next.

He grinds down, sharp teeth accentuating as he grins. ManePear's hands travelled to his hips, pushing them down as he pushed up roughly. He suddenly grabbed Wemmbu's waist harshly, lifting him to sit on the mattress as he stood to his full height. Wemmbu joined his legs, hooking his fingers and dragging his panties and pajama pants in one go as he watched ManePear slip his hand down his shorts, pulling his heavy cock out. It bounced appetizingly, and he groaned as he stroked it.

His eyes focused on Wemmbu's pussy, eyes tracing his toned stomach down. He traced his hip dips, his belly button, the slight pudge he had over his pubic mound, the straight purple hairs that perfectly led down to the small clit that had peeked out from its hood. Clawed fingers gently spread his labia, playing softly with the flesh and tracing softly around his vaginal hole. The hairs were moist, and his folds and inner thighs glistened with slickness against the moonlight.

He climbed onto the bed, leaning over Wemmbu, who lay under him, hand still playing with his cunt. He brought his legs up, brow rising as ManePear wrapped his hands under his knees, effectively folding his thighs to his chest and exposing his puffy cunt. His cock tip playfully tapped against his folds, watching the hole twitch as he teased. It was his turn to mess with him.

The length rubbed through the folds, slicking them, and he intentionally let the tip catch in his hole before popping out. He received a hearty whine from Wemmbu, who was aching to have ManePear's massive cock inside him. He smiled evilly, watching Wemmbu's eyes flicker between ManePear's face and his meaty cock running circles around where he needed it the most.

"…Looks like I have the upper hand, Wemmbu," he commented slyly, letting his cock rest over the pussy, effectively smothering it.

Wemmbu glared at ManePear, realizing he was practically trapped the same way he'd been before.

What was the point in bringing it back up?

"I just want you to admit one thing."

"What?"

"Say 'Never start fights unless you're sure you'll win.'"

"I'm not saying that…I did win."

"You cheated, you knew I was distracted by your cunt—and you teased me with it!"

"If you knew how to knock, that never would've been an issue in the first place," Wemmbu countered, hands falling back beside his head as he stared at the lion. "And I was just following my teachings…you know? The ones you've been drilling into me?"

"Say it, or I won't fuck you." He was stern, hands loosening their grip from where he was pressing Wemmbu's thighs to his own chest.

Threatening to leave him empty.

"I think that would be worse for you. I have…options to relieve myself, but you? Your hand is your best bet." Wemmbu cocked his head, horns catching the moonlight and his purple hair shimmering appetizingly.

His tail swayed against the mattress, comfortable.

So he knew he'd jerked off to him. But he had a point. It was worse for him if he didn't get to fuck him.

Wait. What does he mean by options? His own tail snapped behind him, emphasizing his irritation.

"Options?" Maybe he shouldn't ask questions he doesn't want answers to.

"There are lots of people I can call up, Mane. I'm sure anyone else wouldn't be hesitating like you are." Okay, there's maybe one person who would, but ManePear doesn't know that.

He smirks as he sees ManePear's face darken. Yes, that was the exact reaction he was looking for. His large hands squeeze the thick flesh of his legs, claws protracting and catching on the skin and soft scales that lay on his sides and ended before the plushness of his inner thighs.

His thick cock was hot, covering his mons pubis all the way to his belly button and then some. At the right angle, you could almost confuse it for Wemmbu's, seeing as it hid his cunt so perfectly.

Even if he had experience with sex, ManePear's penis was just incomparable. And riling him up before preparing himself wouldn't end well on his end. Ah, but it was so amusing to see how his words affected the lion. He was so easy, so malleable, so tame…

"Hmmm, we can make a deal? If you do a good job, I'll say whatever it is you said you wanted me to say." Skipping around the words serves to irritate the lion further by making it seem he didn't care at all.

ManePear thinks. They both get what they want regardless, and Wemmbu will definitely say the phrase… He's sure of it.

"Deal." He moves his hips back, aiming to align himself with Wemmbu's tight hole.

"Wait, dude—," a clawed hand covers his vagina, cocktip colliding with the knuckles.

ManePear raises an eyebrow but pauses.

"You…you're too big," he cringes when ManePear grins proudly, "I need to be stretched out before we can even attemptanything."

"Yeah." He loosens his grip, bringing Wemmbu's legs down and massaging the spots that have become sore from the tight hold.

His eyes focus as Wemmbu begins to circle his folds, hand light as it spreads his labia, avoiding his puffed clitoris. He brings an arm over his face, turning his head to the side as his ministrations quickly become embarrassing.

The slickness, the warmth, the sweet scent, and the way Wemmbu's hips flinch when his claws drag on a particular sensitive spot draw ManePear in. His own hands come down, feel, thumbs dragging the labia majora to the side and exposing the demon's fluttering hole and clit. All the while, Wemmbu continues sliding his fingers back and forth, flinching at the way ManePear's heavy breath brings a chill to his body.

ManePear kneels down, bringing his face close to his pussy and shamelessly sniffing as close as physically possible. It draws a small whimper from Wemmbu, whose arm shifts to look at ManePear, nervous as to what he'll do next.

"Your pubes are purple too."

"…I'm purple everywhere."

"I know that, just confirming a couple of things."

"I should've known you were a pervert."

"Okay, bro, I didn't walk in on you showering on purpose," a hand draws back, pointer finger hovering above his hole as he talks, "I really had to pee, and I didn't remember that you were living in my house until I ran in there."

"You ran in, unbuckling your cargoes. I had thought for a second you were literally—ah—about to jerk off right in front of me." Wemmbu lets out a laugh, chest rising and bed shaking as the memory pops up.

"Yeah, ha-ha. And here I was, feeling bad for you because I thought I'd scared you." He pouted.

"The shriek you let out! Oh my god, I avoided you because I didn't think I could hold my laughter in if I saw you—" he yelps as a thick finger pushes in, his walls tight around the unexpected intrusion.

"Maybe you'll tell me the truth later…" he draws it out, pushing back in and marveling as the slick lets his finger enter easier and easier each time he thrusts it back and forth.

Wemmbu writhes, leg drawing up and foot gripping the edge of the mattress as ManePear plays around with his pussy.

One finger transitions into two, pushing back and forth, and fingers now retracted, feeling the plush, velvety walls as they curl inside. Wemmbu's own fingers continue touching himself outside, fingers lightly tracing his clit and spreading his folds further as ManePear continues.

They push deep, spreading his walls apart and making his juices squelch and dribble out around the stiff fingers. His thick tail taps against the mattress, and his other hand curls and drags the covers with his claws.

Pleasure paints his features, tears forming from his black, shimmering eyes as the pleasure slowly builds. He lets out a gasp as a third forces its way inside, stretching his rim as it claims its spot beside the others.

His thighs move to close, held apart by ManePear's other hand, who holds one down as the other begins thrusting harshly inside, fingers curling and pressing against a bundle of nerves that have Wemmbu's walls clenching around him. The other thigh presses against his face, flinching away before leaning back as ManePear licks and nibbles at the flesh.

"You're so wet, Wemm. All for me, bro?" He smiles as his pussy clenches once more, embarrassment and pleasure melding into one.

His fingers remain curled as he pulls them almost all the way out, straightening and filling Wemmbu up nicely as they slide back in. He whines in reply, hand pulling away from his clit as he gets dangerously close to an orgasm. He sighs as it ebbs away, hell if he'd be the one to come first after challenging ManePear.

Which is why he squeals as ManePear's other fingers begin rubbing his clit heavily, rolling it between his thumb and pointer as his other hand keeps fucking him. His thighs snap shut around ManePear's head, whose eyes have a satisfied mirth as Wemmbu's sloppy cunt sings and he moans loudly.

Wemmbu's clawed hand reaches for his wrist, trying to still its attack on his clit, but he's too weak.

"Oh fuck, fuck—fuck!" His hips flinch forward, shoving the fingers deeper, his thighs squeezing, and his toes curling as he comes. Tears fall softly, and he chokes on the pleasure as ManePear continues, fingers becoming white and creamy with his come.

His hands grip the locs that dangle from ManePear's head, tickling his sweaty skin. He pulls harshly, and ManePear finally takes the hint. He pulls his fingers out agonizingly slow, watching the overstimulation rack through Wemmbu's shimmering body.

Wemmbu's thighs fall back apart, legs hanging off the edge as he breathes shakily.

Fuck. That was really good. And he came first. How embarrassing. He keeps hold of the blond locs, black eyes hazily locking with ManePear's purple ones. The lion simply looks at him, mouth turned up softly as he waits.

He turns his head away, catching his breath as he slowly lets go of ManePear's hair. He moves to sit up, tail sliding between his legs, and tries to bring some modesty to his nude from the waist down body.

"You still okay with this?" ManePear asks tentatively, watching Wemmbu slowly return to earth.

"Yes, I just…" What can he respond that won't be incredibly embarrassing?

He closes his legs, hands resting on his knees as he thinks. ManePear stands up, knees dark from kneeling. The cleaner hand runs through Wemmbu's hair, running the loose hair behind his ear and dragging his finger along the cartilage. It draws a shiver from the purple one, and he leans into the touch as he feels the heat build again.

ManePear's wipes the soaked hand on his shirt, bringing it under Wemmbu's chin and making him look up.

The gentle sensations on his face make Wemmbu flush, and ManePear thinks his eyes would be dilated if the iris and sclera of his eyes were any other color. But the black void is beautiful and mysterious, allowing Wemmbu a kind of secrecy about his emotions, save for his emotional outbursts. Of course, don't tell him anger and violence count as emotion.

It's the only thing he wishes might be different about him; he wants to read him better, see him better. His window into his soul is secret and impenetrable. But there are plenty of ways to let himself in.

Will Wemmbu let him in?

Is that what he wants?

He leans down, tail swaying as he gets his lips inches away from the demon's. He feels cold breath meet his own lips, and he's unsure if he should cross the line.

Because finger fucking himself isn't crossing the line. A kiss is intimate. And you can argue that sex is intimate, fingering and dragging your cock against a willing cunt is intimate. But really, lust, sex, and attraction are a minuscule, sometimes irrelevant half of love.

You can have sex with any random person you meet at a tavern or at a party, but there is no love until you get to know them, eat with them, fight with them, train them, grow with them, and a lot of other things.

Kissing him will shatter the thin, crackled pane of glass between them. And he feels that this isn't the direction Wemmbu wants to take this. His eyes catch Wemmbu's tongue, darting to his lip, possibly in anticipation. And he isn't sure if this is the direction for himself.

Wemmbu leans in, cold, small lips brushing against ManePear's hot, thick ones. He tests the waters, not quite committing. But it's enough. And he moves his head further into the hand, caressing his hair, his horns, and his lips, which meld and slot almost perfectly in between each other. Fangs clash slightly, not quite willing to give up their dominance in this fight.

It's always a fight one way or another. Not as gentle as a dance, not as aggressive as a war. A…friendly spar between two willing mouths.

Wemmbu opted to back down, letting his mouth explore instead, his slender tongue gliding over the massive canines, incisors, and molars, all of which had a decent sharpness to them. It felt delectable letting his tongue catch on the tip, knowing the blood would drive ManePear crazy.

He let his fangs catch on ManePear's lip as he pulled back, watching blood bubble up through the small cuts they left.

Wemmbu's clawed hands land on ManePear's v-line, index fingers following the cut muscle and focusing on the tight, blonde coils that created an adorable bush around his not-so-adorable cock and trailed up under his shirt.

His hands traveled up, finger pads feeling the chiselled muscle and raised scars, eyes following the happy trail that seemingly continued up.

"I thought you dyed your hair, didn't know it was natural."

"I could say the same thing? Blonde is more natural than purple, bro," he adjusted his stance, watching Wemmbu bite his lip as he lifted the shirt over his large pecs. The hair was never-ending, bringing a fluffy look to ManePear's body.

"Jeez…so defensive!" He grabs ManePear's pecs, squeezing the hard flesh and looking up to see the lion's reaction.

He laughs loudly when ManePear squints his eyes at him, lightly pulling Wemmbu's hair.

"Sorry, sorry, I just couldn't help myself," Wemmbu drops one hand back down to his thighs, letting the other drag seductively down ManePear's chest, claws scratching his tough skin.

He stops close to his dick, letting his claws barely graze the sensitive skin and chuckling when he sees ManePear's stomach muscles flex and his cock twitch as it searches for his touch.

"You've been ignored for a hot minute, let's fix that."

—

Wemmbu turns himself around, keeping himself up on his knees and hands.

"Okay, even with your stretching, I'll still have to slowly push inside myself, umm, go ahead and put the tip inside," Wemmbu bends his back a bit, ears listening as ManePear walks forward.

He pauses, angling his hips and grabbing his cock to guide the tip to Wemmbu's fluttering pussy.

"And just sort of, oh, push in gently until you can't or I—uhhn—tell you to stop…"

"Aye aye," ManePear replies, having already been pushing inside as Wemmbu spoke.

He watches the moonlight illuminate his folds, watching the slick glisten and where it coats his inner thighs. His glands finally make their way inside, and he grabs hold of Wemmbu's hips as he pushes his length further. He's gentle, aware of what he's asking Wemmbu to take.

He gets about midway before Wemmbu brings his hand behind, motioning for ManePear to stop. He breathes shakily, legs shaking as his cunt spasms around the thick dick making its way inside. He tries to talk, a soft moan slipping out instead, words melting as they leave his mouth.

They stay still for a couple of minutes, listening as the pitter-patter of the rain begins once again outside the tree house.

ManePear's cock feels so good, warm, wet walls clenching around him as they try to accommodate him. His hand moves to Wemmbu's tail, squeezing the flexible scales around the base. It writhes around, wrapping around Wemmbu's thigh as it's fondled.

Wemmbu seems to like it, pussy pulsing as ManePear drags his dull, retracted nails along the ridges. The other hand massages his cheeks, feeling the soft flesh meld around his fingers. Any more training and they'll lose the appetizing fat that forms them. How unfortunate.

Slowly, Wemmbu begins to push himself back, then forward, fucking himself slowly with ManePear's cock. He stays still, letting Wemmbu take the lead as he rocks back and forth. He doesn't let the cock leave for long, pushing back as quickly as he pulls forward. He moans quietly, hands gripping the covers as another inch slides inside.

ManePear leans forward a bit, which allows Wemmbu to not exert himself as much as he continues. But it also causes Wemmbu to push back deeper, cock slipping in more. It causes a loud mewl to come out, and Wemmbu stops moving again as he tries to relax more.

He's so close to being fully inside, and ManePear juggles the idea of just snapping his hips and sheathing himself fully inside the tantalizing walls of Wemmbu's cunt. But this is about trust.

Right now, Wemmbu is trusting him to listen to his request. This vulnerability he's showing after one of the worst betrayals in his life. How could he, in good conscience, add onto that?

He focuses again, looking at where his cock is in, cunt stretched to allow him in. The hand gripping Wemmbu's tail lets go, trailing down to rub the folds stretched around him. He chuckles, seeing Wemmbu flinch briefly, cock sliding out a bit, and groaning as he has to push back again to get back to where he was.

"I can't…push back further, ah, Mane… Can you…?" he spoke, words as shaky as his body.

He felt weak, his hips unable to push back any further.

"Yeah. I gotchu," he cringed slightly at the wording, but he moved his hand down, encouraging Wemmbu to spread his legs further apart.

He didn't exactly tell him what to do. Wemmbu wanted him to push the rest of his cock inside, but was he okay with a sharp thrust or did he want a gentle slide?

His hand came back up, lightly tracing Wemmbu's spine and causing him to bow beautifully as it reached his nape. He moved his long hair to the side, looking at the scales that shone with a purple sheen against the moonlight.

Welp. He should be more specific.

He gripped the tail again, pulling slightly. He did an experimental roll, letting his cock slide out slightly before shoving back inside the previous length. Wemmbu gasped, head turning on instinct to look at ManePear. He went lax as the hand resting on his nape gripped the soft scales, practically scruffing him. He whimpered softly, his shoulders relaxing and his arms briefly buckling before he focused on keeping himself up.

He thrusted shallowly, not ready to pull out all the way, relishing in the way Wemmbu's pussy sucked him back inside as he pushed back. The tail writhed, spade tip curling around his arm. Wemmbu moved an arm under himself, fingers ghosting his clit as ManePear rocked into him.

"Uhn, Mane, Mane, it feels…," he mumbled incoherently, brain refusing to work with him.

"Yeah? It feels what, Wemm? Use your words."

"It's, oh fuck! Mane! You—" he moaned out, feeling ManePear thrust his entire length inside, harsh grip on his tail pressing him closer.

His walls danced in a frenzy, pushing and pulling his cock as they were forcefully parted. Wemmbu felt so full, hand moving from his clit to feel his stomach. His clawed finger shakily ran over his midsection; it felt like ManePear was in his stomach, pushing his organs away.

Of course, that wasn't anatomically possible, but it felt like it. He was thankful that ManePear remained still when he was sure the lion probably wanted to fuck him already. He peered at the window, taking in the darkness of the outside. He looked at his arms, noting the shimmering of his scales and his hair.

"Wemmbu."

"Uh?"

"You're glowing," he commented on the glowing purple strands and freckling along his skin.

"Ah, I'm…I'm like, I think it's called bioluminescent? I don't know, my friend, uh, Eggchan told me that…"

"I never noticed that," the hand gripping his tail let go, thumb tracing along his skin and scales along the sections that were glowing in the dark.

"Well, you've never really seen me like…this, at night."

"I'm so glad I walked in on you, again, by accident, but I don't know if this would've ever happened if I hadn't," ManePear sighed, loosening his grip on Wemmbu's nape.

It had been instinctual, expecting Wemmbu to flee once he'd sheathed himself. Maybe he was projecting, though.

"…Yeah. Probably," Wemmbu mumbled quietly, head turning slightly to look at ManePear.

ManePear felt guilt at the tone. Why did Wemmbu answer like that?

"Wemmbu, I…," the words stuck to the tip of his tongue, fearful to escape.

"Yes?" It was hopeful, heart-clenching in anticipation.

"I'm going to move now, that's okay?"

Cowardice. A trait that kept many incompetent folk alive. Something he felt shameful becoming acquainted with.

"…Okay, uhn—" he gasped, shutting his eyes as he felt ManePear drag his cock out. His walls fought back, desperate to keep him inside.

ManePear pushed back in, eyeing the stretch his cock demanded of Wemmbu's tight pussy. Wemmbu let his hands rest, moving down to support himself on his forearms as ManePear's gentle but thorough pace began sparking pleasure along his spine and in his brain.

His back remained arched, and he whimpered as ManePear finally picked up the pace. His pussy fluttered, dripping more slick down his plush thighs. Wemmbu clenched every time ManePear's heavy balls slapped his clit, letting out soft moans that were fuel to the fire in ManePear's body.

He leaned over Wemmbu, pressing his chest to Wemmbu's back. He took advantage of his larger form, engulfing Wemmbu and trapping him against the bed. It felt reminiscent of his hold, though he preferred being here with his dick tucked sweetly into Wemmbu.

His tail flickered, and he sped up, ears twitching as they picked up the loud slapping of his hips and balls meeting Wemmbu's cheeks and clit. A particularly angled thrust against his g-spot had Wemmbu moan loudly, hips jerking towards ManePear, who began to angle his coming thrusts to the same spot.

ManePear moved to mouth Wemmbu's nape, large fangs grazing the soft scales that decorated Wemmbu's neck and shoulders. The hand caressing his skin moved a little down, thumb circling Wemmbu's anus and pressing against the puckered hole while his other fingers gripped the flesh of his cheeks.

The other moved under Wemmbu, middle fingers focusing on his clit. It rubbed in a circular motion, mimicking the rhythm he had going on with his anus. Wemmbu let out a confused mewl, tail flicking and smacking ManePear's thigh.

"Mane? Bro, we are not doing anal!"

"Relax, Wemmbu, just feeling you up, there's nerves out here too." The sensation was weird, but it was almost like when he played with his chest. Right on the brink of pleasurable, but not quite there.

"You're so weird—fucking—you're such a dick!" Wemmbu moaned out as ManePear pressed down cruelly on his clit.

"Yeah, and you like this dick too, take it, bro." he stopped circling his hole, moving to grip the tail again, pulling Wemmbu back as he thrusted forward harshly.

Wemmbu yelled out, claws slicing the covers and fangs shredding his lips as he tried to hold his sounds in. ManePear didn't let up, using his pointer and middle fingers to rub Wemmbu's clitoris.

It felt too good. Wemmbu felt another orgasm building quickly as the pressure on his tail, ManePear's breath on his neck, his fingers on his clit, and his entire body pressing him down amalgamated into a big ball of pleasure threatening to drown him.

He drooled into the fabric, tail tensing up as he felt the pressure in his stomach build. The feeling was intoxicating, probably Wemmbu's favorite part about sex, right behind the actual orgasm.

And ManePear kept up the same pace, drinking in the pleasured gasps and mewls Wemmbu let out. His eyes crinkled as he grinned, feeling Wemmbu's walls begin to pulse slowly as his orgasm neared. He had loved seeing Wemmbu come, and he was sure he'd love feeling it even more. He felt close, too; a cunt this good would've made anyone else come forever ago.

He was fast, but he had crazy stamina.

"Uhhnn, Mane, Mane—Oh god, I'm going to, it's, Mane—"

"Go ahead and come, bro, let me feel it, let it in." He kept pounding, feeling his stomach tense up as he kept his cock inside.

Wemmbu's legs began to shake, tail flickering and body freezing up as he came. ManePear sighed satisfactorily as Wemmbu clamped around his dick, the pleasure and friction bringing him closer.

Wemmbu's toes curled, legs folding back, and thighs trying to close as ManePear didn't let up. ManePear focused again on his clit, rubbing it maddeningly. It pushed him into another orgasm, which felt even more sensitive than the last, and Wemmbu keened and choked as it lit every nerve in his body on fire.

ManePear felt his balls clench, and he quickly slipped his cock out of Wemmbu's fluttering pussy. He quickly fucked into his own hand, cumming over Wemmbu's ass cheeks, lower back, and his tail. He groaned loudly against Wemmbu's nape, jaw opening and fangs sinking in deeply into the soft flesh and scales.

The hand playing with his clit slapped it harshly multiple times, and Wemmbu's black eyes practically rolled to the back of his head as the sting of both his nape and clit caused him to squirt all over the bed. He fell forward, dragging ManePear down with him. His legs twitched as his breath stuttered.

ManePear stopped stroking himself, spurts of white fully milked as he kept Wemmbu scruffed underneath him. His entire weight pressed against Wemmbu on the bed, who was struggling to stay awake after the onslaught of orgasms he'd just survived.

He mewled softly as he felt ManePear's jaw let go of his neck, moving off to spoon him. Wemmbu shut his eyes, leaning back against ManePear, who started to lick at his nape and neck with his rough tongue.

His hands cradled Wemmbu, keeping him close, and Wemmbu lightly chuckled as he realized ManePear had begun to purr behind him.

He felt sticky and gross; he was covered in all kinds of sexual fluids. But he figured that could wait after he napped with ManePear.

—

Freshly showered, belly full.

They laze on the couch, atmosphere relaxed and comfortable.

"So how was it?" ManePear asks, staring intently at Wemmbu.

"…I won't pick fights unless I can win them…" Wemmbu sighs, rolling his eyes annoyingly.

"See, I'm too good, bro! And you thought I would suck, but nah! You came like four times back to back!"

The lion chuckles, hand resting on Wemmbu's thigh.

"Whatever, bro."

The dark flush on his face says everything.

—

"Why is he here?" The lion crossed his arms, glaring at the angel through his blindfold.

"Yo." It replied, wings fluttering as it raised its hand awkwardly.

"It's Eggchan. He's my friend, my little chungy." Wemmbu wrapped an arm around the angel, chuckling at his display.

Chaotic laughter sounded as the day progressed, and Wemmbu found he was growing quite comfortable in this routine.

—

"Bro give me the mace, there's no time." He was erratic. Pacing around the base and pressing Wemmbu to force the mace from him.

"Where's Egg? Why did he just—?" The purple one was confused, eyes flickering around where his best friend had just been.

His heart clenched, a pit opening in his stomach.

"Wemmbu, just give it to me. I need to use it, and then we can get Egg—"

"No, I know what you did. Why would you—you—" He stared at the lion, tears building.

Another betrayal. Why did he think it'd be any different?

"Wemmbu, we can go get him, I just—"

"I'm going to go fix your mess now, don't follow me."

"Wemm—"

"Don't. Don't call me that." He glared, turning to jump off the tree house, artificial wings carrying him towards the coordinates his friend had snuck to him.

—

Flowers blow in the wind, seeds spreading into the tall grass.

Trees ripen with fruit, shining in the eyes of the creatures of the forest.

A lion and a dragon, at a standstill.

One has his arms crossed, much like what'd happened to him in the past.

The other was nervously picking at their rough hands, mouth too scared to speak.

Is it too late for you to let me in? Says the orange one.

The reply is muffled, and there is a mix of emotion on the lion's face as he listens.

Maybe it is.

Maybe it isn't.

End?