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Lyle adjusted his gun that perched on a branch at chest height in front of him, his one eye squinted and the other looking through the scope, shoulders tense and his tail lowly swishing behind him in anticipation.
His finger lightly brushed the trigger, gritting his teeth as he stared hard at the lone viperwolf nuzzling a patch of greenery 20 feet away. The trigger was pulled, Lyles shoulder stung slightly from the recoil but after the years of built muscle he had gained a tolerance, although needing to relearn it in his new body.
“Oorah” he whispered, shit eating grin plastered on his face and his violently wagging tail as a sign of victory.
Quaritch stared at him from a few meters away. His eyes fixated on the avatars face, determination dawning his features and his jaw clenched enough for the muscle in his neck to twitch and his ears flatten. Quaritchs eyes continued his journey lower. Eyeing Lyles muscular back and flexed biceps, his queue dangling off the shoulder by his waist which Quaritch had just discovered.
Quaritch continued to stare at the avatar catching their food for the night. Something about how easily entertained Lyle was made Quaritch internally smile. It was nice to think that not every marine was a cold hearted blood thirsty dog, and Lyle having fun with every task he was assigned with gave Quaritch a warm feeling he couldn’t put his finger on.
Yellow eyes were still trained on the waist of Wainfleets avatar, how small it was was doing something to Quaritch. He didn’t know why or how it came to be but over the few weeks they’d been assigned to work together in the pandoran forest, seeing Lyle in a more raw state had made Quaritch reconsider some morals.
Watching the other bathe in ponds near the campsite or walk around in only his briefs before bed; slowly deteriorated Quaritchs secure sexuality.
Lyle arched backwards on his closed fists, cracking his back as he groaned in satisfaction. Shaking himself off after winding his shoulders back for an extra stretch and crack in his tensed joints.
He sauntered over to the tent he and the Colonal shared although slept in separate sleeping bags, squatting down and unzipping the front flap before turning around towards his superior; who was now hunched over on the log near the fire recounting ammunition and reloading the guns they shared.
“I’m clocking out, you coming, sir?” Lyle asked, yawn escaping him shortly after he imposed the question. He watched the Colonals eyes glance over to him, face still stony but Lyle could see how exhausted he was.
“Don’t wait up for me Wainfleet.” Quaritch replied, voice low and near a growl. He looked at Lyle through heavy lids, watching as the lieutenants head cock to the side and a fatigued grin spread on his face. The fire glinting on his glazed canines and reflecting on his tired golden eyes. Quaritchs heart skipped a beat.
“Fine then. Goodnight colonal.” Wainfleet crawled into the tent, zipping up the entrance shortly after.
Quaritchs tail flicking behind him in slight arousal as the image of Wainfleet was glued to his eyelids. The way he sat on his haunches in front of Quaritch, half naked and sleepy but still awake enough to be smug; erupted a warmth in Quaritchs abdomen.
He dug his heavy boots into the fauna below him, closing his eyes and breathing a heavy sigh he put down his weapons and put out the fire with water on hand before slowly treading over to their tent. Untying and slipping off his military boots and cargo pants then unzipping the tent door and tucking his attire into the corner next to his lieutenants.
His eyes fixated on the sleeping avatar that layed next to his sleeping bag, his tail laying across his curled up legs and soft breathing that enabled a quiet purr, one so quiet you had to be ear to chest to hear it.
Quaritch crawled in and re-enacted Lyle by doing up the zipper and laying across his sleeping bag; it was too hot outside to crawl into so he decided on laying across the cool surface like the man next to him.
He settled down. Now replicating Wainfleet in his curled up state. His eyes trailed across the other face, watching the other slightly twitch in his slumber. Quaritchs heart beat somewhat faster as he continued to gaze at his partner, eyes eventually falling and his mind consumed by sleep.
Quaritchs snapped back to reality from his recollection of a previous night at the sound of Lyle reloading his rifle. He looked up from his Lieutenants waist and striped tail moving a mile a minute, meeting another pair of golden eyes side glancing him from his perched spot by the tree.
Lyles grin widened at the looming sight of his superior, having felt eyes on him the entire time he’d focused on his hunt and continued to tease the other by readjusting his leant over posture and ever so slightly spreading his legs wider in the fauna.
Quaritchs tail thrashed behind him, heat enveloping in between his legs as his ears pinned back. His breathing quickened and he clenched his teeth at the enticing picture in front of him, slowly standing up from his spot on the log.
Quaritch sauntered over to behind Lyle, eyes raking down the thinly clothed-muscular back of his partner and settling on the blue tail that curled and wagged in front of him. Quaritch reached out and gripped Lyles waist, his eye catching the tail that had halted movement.
“Colonal..?” Lyle muttered, caught off guard and head turning slightly to see behind him. His side eye taking in the picture of the taller avatar gripping his waist and menacing eye contact made Lyles breath hitch although he could see the slight purple hue to his clipped ears and cheeks.
Quaritch gripped the waist tighter, bringing Lyles rear flush to his crotch. He could feel the avatar below him start to writhe in his grasp but heard a quiet gasp when his grip only tightened in return. Quaritch moved one hand to undo the clasps around the tail hole in the cargo pants, other hand stilling the sway of his partner, briefly glancing up to see the lieutenants head drop.
“Stay focused Wainfleet.” The colonel growled as he pulled on the base of Lyles tail, earning a choked cry and his head shooting back up to look through his scope, gripping his gun with shaky hands.
Quaritch continued his mission to undo his partners pants, eventually letting go of Wainfleets tail and reaching in front of him to unzip the crotch to finally pull the thick fabric off his hips revealing Lyles briefs.
Well that won’t do.
Quaritch resumed the journey he started, slipping his hands down the front of Lyles boxers and feeling the warm slit between his legs. Lyle let out a shaky whimper, pushing back into the colonals hips earning a low growl. Quaritch coaxed the member out of his sheath, hearing a shaky breath from Wainfleet.
Quaritch could feel the bulge in his own pants as he grinded into the ass in front of him, his tail wrapping around Lyles lower thigh. Quaritch wrapped a hand around the blue member, taking it out of its confines while Lyle let out a quiet moan.
Quaritch started his pace slow, edging the lieutenant with every tentative stroke he gave. His other hand let go of the waist it was gripping enough to bruise, changing objective to undo his own belt buckle and fly. His bulge present enough to palm himself and unsheath his cock fully, earning a satisfactory sigh and a light squeeze to Lyles member.
Quaritch continued his pleasure for both him and his lieutenant, his pace slowly quickening as Lyle let out breathy moans in between. Quaritch halted his movement on himself, instead he reached out to fully pull down Lyles briefs revealing his striped blue ass and slick between his thighs.
Quaritch purred at the sight.
Lyle tried his best to continue his hunt, spotting another viperwolf near where he shot the last, only to let go of his rifle and brace himself on the branch as he felt Quaritchs cock slowly slide into him. His mouth hung open and a silent moan escaped his throat, his ears pinned backwards and he could feel saliva drip down the side of his mouth. He clenched onto Quaritch, who was now sliding a hand up under the front of his shirt and exploring his chest, eventually settling his hand on his ribs just below his pec.
Quaritch slowly slid out of Lyle, sucking air through his teeth as he lost he warmth of the other avatar, watching as his patterned cock stop just before the flushed purple head before slamming himself back into Wainfleet until their skin met eachother. He heard Lyle let out a girlish moan as he continued to slip out of him only to fill him back up instantly.
Lyle panted and let out noises comparable to a whore as Quaritch relentlessly pounded into him, gripping his hips and torso like they were a lifeline while his nails dug into Lyles skin. Lyles tail thrashed and eventually wrapped around the colonels waist and slid up the back of his shirt. Lyle felt Quaritch lean onto his back, the purr that rang through his chest traveling up Wainfleets spine, earning a shiver and a groan.
“Miles- Sir! I’m…” Lyle panted out, hearing a pleasant growl at the use of his superiors name. After hearing ‘sir’ and ‘colonal’ so much Quaritch thought Lyle had practically forgotten.
Quaritch could feel Wainfleets legs starting to give way, gripping his hips harder and hiking them back up to stay at his own level as he continued to ram his cock in the others ass, feeling every twitch and clench Lyle emitted.
“I’m not done with you yet sunshine” Quaritch grunted mid thrust, smug smile tugging at his lips as his eyes fluttered and struggled to stay open through the bliss of fucking into his recom partner he’d been ogling for weeks.
The two avatars began to reach their climax, Lyle panting faster and arching his back as Quaritch continued to fuck into him like a dog in heat. Quaritch licked up the back of Lyles neck and nipped at his ear, earning a cry from the sweaty and ass-numb lieutenant.
Lyle let out a painful whine as Quaritch bit down on his shoulder enough to bleed as he fucked through his orgasm now ripping through the both of them. Slamming into Lyle so hard it shook the branch he was gripping onto for dear life as his knuckles turned a baby blue.
Quaritchs vision went white for a moment, jaw still locked on his partners shoulder as he fucked his last few spurts of cum into his recom. Lyle panted and rested his head on he arm that situated on the branch holding him up, feeling the colonals arm tighten around his midsection and teeth let go of his shoulder with a whimper from Lyle.
Quaritch lightly licked the wound he inflicted on the other avatar, ridding any blood leaking from the bite mark. Soon realizing Lyle was still hard, meaning he hadn’t come, he gently wrapped his hand around the appendage and gave it a few strokes before Lyle was growling and shooting ropes of white onto the fauna beneath their feet.
Quaritch continued to purr, eventually sighing alongside Wainfleet as their respected members resheathed themselves and pearlescent cum ran down Lyles ass.
Quaritch smiled to himself before swiping the fluid off his partner and wiping it on his own pants, soon pulling up Lyles boxers and cargo pants. Even going out of his way to do up the clasps around his tail once again.
Lyle took this time to calm himself down, feeling the tentative touch of his superior helping him get his lower half dressed and presentable, even if no one was around. It was comforting.
Quaritch gently pulled his recom off the branch and onto his own feet, watching him near collapse and catching him by his waist. He swiftly picked Lyle up in his arms and wrapped his legs around his waist and carefully carried him back to the tent.
Quaritch carefully layed Wainfleet on his sleeping bag, unlatching the arms around his neck and placing them beside Lyles head. Quaritch went to leave the tent but something tugged on his pant leg. He looked behind him.
“Colonel?… Sir? Could you- um” Lyle muttered, letting go of the pant leg and instead fiddling with his tail in his hands anxiously. Looked away from Quaritchs questioning eyes.
“What is it Lyle?” Quaritch asked quietly. No anger or annoyance in his tone, a genuine question for the lieutenant as he watched him fidget and avoid his gaze.
“…Nothing sir” Lyle said, turning over on his side. His ears turned down and his tail falling over his waist.
Quaritch paused for a moment, unknowing of what to do. After some thought, he zipped up the tent and made an effort to undo his partners boots and take his pants off before folding them and tucking the stack into the tent corner, along with his own that he eventually slipped off.
Quaritch crawled onto their sleeping bags next to Lyle, pulling the smaller into his chest and pulling his knees to rest underneath Lyles. Lyle carefully turning over, minding his own sore lower half, and curled up into the curve of Quaritchs front, legs interlocked and Lyles forhead resting underneath the colonels chin.
Quaritch paused, eventually resting his arms around the torso of his lieutenant and hugging him closer to his body to consume and bask in any warmth the other emitted.
A quiet purr erupted in Lyles chest as he succumbed to slumber, a small smile fell onto his face.
Quaritchs tail tangled with Lyles and he nuzzled into the other, ears barely catching the rumble within Wainfleets rib cage.
A purr so quiet you had to be ear to chest to hear it.