Claws (Shifter Rescue 2) (2 page)

He put his head down on his paws and let his eyes drop closed. He was a very lucky bear-dog.

Sun. Sun and wind and water. His keeper slept, but Az did not. He explored and watched, looking at everything. There was a room for sleeping, there was a room for bathing, and there was a room that was for… nothing. It was behind the sleeping room.

His hearing caught his keeper waking, stretching and yawning. He left the nothing room, moving quickly. His keeper. The big wolf-bear was awake, one paw testing the water, then Drill brought his paw to his mouth, licking the water from it.

Az pressed close, nuzzling. Keeper. Keeper. Keeper. Sun. Sun and wind.

His keeper snapped at the air and turned to him, licking his scales. Az stretched, claws sliding on the tile. Nudging his head, his keeper licked at the scales of his throat. Az stretched high and tall, offering all of himself. That tongue continued down along his belly, nose bumping. He chirruped, tickled.

Drill’s voice answered him with a low chuffing sound, then his belly was bumped again. His laughter huffed from him, happy and warm. His keeper continued to lick and rub, and nibble.

Slowly, the nibbles turned to play, both of them running and romping. Az showed his keeper the big door-window where the wind came in. Drill stood there and raised his head back, howling. Az listened and answered happily, roaring back. His keeper whipped around to stare at him, then he chuffed and howled again.

Az bounced, then pounced, wrapping around the beautiful, huge body. Drill rolled with him and they kept rolling until they hit one of the couches. How lovely! How fun!

Holding him down, Drill licked his scales again. Az rattled and nuzzled, then head-butted Drill.
Hungry. Hungry, Keeper
. Drill growled at him, a warning noise. Az stilled, curling into himself. Had he offended?

Drill went back to licking and grooming him. Az stayed still, head down, eyes squeezed tight. After a few moments, Drill shifted, turned back into a man.

“Az? What’s wrong?”

Az shook his head. He didn’t want to do anything wrong.

“You’re not happy.” Drill stared at him.

“I don’t want to do anything wrong.”

“What did you do wrong?” Drill asked.

“I don’t know, Keeper.”

“Why do you think you did something wrong, then?”

“You said so. Your wolf did.” His keeper had made it very clear.

Drill tilted his head. “My wolf doesn’t speak.”

“He did to me. He growled.”

“My wolf-bear is a little grumpy sometimes,” Drill told him.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to.”

“You didn’t do anything wrong, I was grooming you and wanted you to stay put.”

“I did. I stayed still.” Az would be good. He would.

“I told you that you didn’t do anything wrong.” Drill stroked him. “You just tell me if I’m being too demanding, or get growly and you don’t understand it.”

Az tilted his head. But he had understood, hadn’t he? He was supposed to be still.

“I’ve made your happy song fade…” Drill looked sad.

“I’m sorry? Please, please don’t leave me, Keeper. I’m good.” Don’t leave him in this new place. Good as it was, it was new and different and wouldn’t be good without his keeper.

“What?” Drill shook his head. “I’m not going to leave you, Az. You’re my dragon and I’m your keeper, right?”

“Yes. Oh, yes. Always and always and ever ever.” He threw himself at Drill, wrapped around and held on tight.

“Wow. Okay. You’re strong. Really strong.” Drill laughed, though, and hugged him, arms tight around him.

“Strong enough to watch for you, keep you safe.” He hadn’t understood the dangers before, when he’d been caught, but now he did.

“It’s my job to keep you safe, Az.”

He nodded, but he needed to make things safe, too. His dear keeper.

“I want to kiss you,” Drill told him.

That meant “be a man,” yes? Yes.

He must have guessed right because as soon as he changed, Drill dropped his mouth on Az’s, the kiss solid and hard and hot.

Oh. Oh! Keeper
!

Az laughed, the release of tension delicious. Drill’s eyes smiled at him, his keeper looking so pleased. He stroked his fingers through Drill’s hair, petting the heavy strands. Drill was so hot, his body warming Az up. He wriggled happily, side to side, opening to the kiss. Moaning, Drill grabbed his ass and encouraged his movement.

Oh, that made his keeper want. He could feel Drill’s hardness against his belly, leaving wet kisses. He reached down to touch, to brush his fingers through the slickness and bring his fingers to his lips.

“Fuck, that’s hot.” Drill pressed closer against him.

He nodded. His keeper was… so warm. And his keeper tasted good, too. Salty and different from anything he’d ever tasted. He hummed, then kissed Drill on the mouth again. He keeper kept kissing, kept holding, moving them at the same time. He rocked, humming deep in his chest. So happy. It turned out they were going to the bedroom, toward the huge bed they hadn’t tried yet. There was going to be softness.

Sure enough, they dropped down onto the bed and it was a soft mattress with lots of soft blankets and pillows. It was like resting on clouds.

“Oh.” Oh, so fine. Az thought it was wonderful.

“This is luxurious.” Drill stretched and rolled on the bed.

Az chuckled and followed along, chasing Drill’s naked body. Drill laughed, and rolled suddenly into him, their legs tangling together.

“Keeper!” Az hugged Drill tight.

“My dragon.” Drill began rubbing against him, their erections as tangled as their legs.

“Are we going to go together? I like that.” Az liked that a lot.

“Yes. Let’s come together.” Drill smiled so hard.

“And then eating?” Az asked hopefully.

Drill’s smile turned into laughter. “Yes, Az. Coming, and then eating.”

“Coming and going and eating and swimming!” He cheered. His keeper was so good to him.

Drill muffled the sound with a kiss, hand sliding down to wrap around their erections. Both at the same time so they squished together. Az rolled, the motion easy, necessary.

“Yes, like that.” Drill met his movements, both of them working with each other.

His eyes crossed, Az bit the air, so excited. Drill’s fingers rubbed over the top of Az’s cock, pushing slightly into his slit.

“Keeper. Keeper. Keeper.”

“I’m right here with you, Az.” Drill’s words sounded like a promise.

“Aches.” Ached and made Az tingle.

“Aches so good.” The touches continued, Drill’s hand moving up and down along their cocks, and one finger slid against his slit on each upstroke.

Az shook his head, nodded. This was new. Drill chuckled and kept up the touches. Az’s hips shook, side to side, trying to get more sensation.

“No, my dragon. Just this.”

“Keeper…” Oh. Oh, big.

Drill nodded and squeezed them tightly together. The touch came to Az’s slit, again and again. “Soon,” his keeper told him. “We’ll come soon.”

“Soon. Big, Keeper.”

“Uh-huh.” Drill pressed into his slit once more.

“Oh!” Az’s eyes went wide and he jerked, seed pouring from him. Not just from him, but from his keeper, too, and the smell of them mingled. He groaned, panted softly.

Nuzzling him, Drill squeezed their cocks again, making a shiver go through him. Az felt everything, so much.

“Now we’ve christened our bed.” Drill looked pleased.

“Our own soft bed.” Az liked it very much.

“That’s right. Now, if I’m not mistaken, you need some food.”

“Yes!” He roared, happily.

Laughing, Drill got up and padded out of the bedroom. He stopped at the door and turned back, looking at him. “Well, come on.”

He followed that beautiful body, trilling happily.

“You know you can have anything you want from the fridge any time you’re hungry, right?” Drill said.

He wasn’t sure what that meant, exactly.

“Az? Any time, okay?”

“Any time…”

“Do you understand?” Drill asked. “I feel like you don’t understand.”

Az shook his head, nodded, shook his head again. “Which box is a fridgerator?”

“You remember the little white box with the cold food downstairs? The one in here is bigger and silver, but the same thing.” Drill showed him where it was. “You don’t need my permission to eat, is all I’m saying.”

“Oh!” That was where the berries lived.

Drill opened the door. “I’m going to sear my steak off -- you want yours as is or seared off too?”

“I’ll do it too.” Az grabbed a bowl of berries, holding it against his man self.

“Isn’t that cold?” Drill asked, taking the bowl from him and putting it on the counter before grabbing two huge steaks out of the fridge.

“Uh-huh.” He ate a strawberry, then a blackberry. “Want one?”

Leaning in his direction, Drill opened his mouth.

Az popped a blackberry in. “They’re juicy!”

“Mmm.” Drill chewed. “They’re good.”

“Uh-huh. Good.” He nodded, ate another couple, then settled to watch Drill.

Drill put a big cast-iron pan on the burner and turned on the heat. “Another berry?” Drill opened his mouth.

Az chose a fat, shiny strawberry this time, popped it right in.

“These are good. Do you like other fruit? Like pineapple?” Drill put the steaks on the pan, the sizzle immediate.

“Pineapples?” He liked apples.

“Have you never had pineapple?” Drill went to the phone on the wall between the kitchen and the living space.

“I like apples.”

“Okay.” Drill picked up the phone and a moment later spoke again. “Pirou! Can you add pineapple and apple to our fruit order, please? Cool. Thanks.”

“Pineapples are good too?” Az asked.

“Pineapples are great. You’ll see.” Drill stole a berry out of Az’s bowl and turned the steaks over.

“That smells good.” His dragon wanted out, so badly.

“Yeah. It’s about ready now, too.” Taking the steaks out of the pan, Drill put them on a pair of plates and set them on the table.

“I… Can I? I don’t usually eat as a man.”

Nodding, Drill handed him two metal things. “Knife and fork. You cut it into small pieces like this.” Drill demonstrated.

Az frowned, watched. “Again?”

Drill stabbed the meat with the metal that had spikes at the top and then cut through it with the more claw-like piece. “Or, you know, you could shift and eat it like a dragon.”

Az nodded. This was new, though. Fun. Different. He loved to learn things.

Drill got up and came over to stand behind him. “You pick up the fork with this hand and the knife with this hand.” Then Drill held his hands and helped him cut the piece of meat.

“Oh!” He looked up at Drill, grinning wide. “Oh!”

“Then you put the piece in your mouth.” Drill moved the hand with the fork up, feeding it into Az’s mouth.

He ate it and then chewed, the steak so yummy. It was hard to be a man, but he was learning. If he was his dragon self, he’d be done already.

“You’re a quick learner.” Drill sat back across from him and dug into his own steak, eating eagerly.

Az managed well, even if Drill ate twice as fast as he did. The steak was good, eating like this with his keeper a real treat. In fact, he was getting confident until the knife slipped, cutting his finger. “Ow!” Bad. Bad knife!

“Oh, dear.” Drill grabbed Az’s hand and brought it to his mouth. His keeper sucked in his finger.

“It cut me.” Still his eyes crossed, the suction making his nether parts all achy.

Drill nodded. “It wasn’t sharp enough.” Then he went back to sucking, tongue lapping at the tip.

Az’s legs moved, his eyelids feeling heavy.

“Is it feeling better?” Drill asked.

Az blinked, not sure what Drill was talking about. “Uh… What?”

“Your cut.”

“Oh.” He shook his head a little. His keeper had made him forget. “Needs more sucks.”

Drill chuckled. “Does it now?” Drill pulled Az’s finger back into his mouth, the suction resuming.

“Yes.” Az moved, crawling into Drill’s lap.

Drill held him close, eyes on his as that hot mouth sucked his finger over and over.

“Keeper…” They rubbed together, rocking his cock against Drill.

Drill just kept sucking, and it was like Az could feel that in his cock. Heat built inside him and he moved faster, driving harder. Moaning around Az’s finger, his keeper grabbed his ass and encouraged his movements.

“Keeper. Keeper, I have so many needs.” He’d never dreamed of the feelings Drill brought out in him.

“I know. And we’re going to explore each and every one,” Drill promised.

“Yes.” He didn’t know how, but he trusted.

“Come on, Az. Go for me.”

“Yes, Keeper. Yes…” He took a kiss, his entire body shuddering as pleasure took him, poured from him.

His keeper’s kiss swallowed his cries, one hand rubbing his pleasure into his belly. He leaned in, feeling like the world had trembled with the force of his wanting.

When the kiss ended, Drill held them close together, forehead to forehead, just breathing.

“Keeper.” Az stroked hard, fingers stroking Drill’s cheeks.

“Yes. Yours.”

“Yes. That… that was many big feelings.” He loved the feelings Drill gave to him.

“And it all started with me sucking your finger.”

Az nodded. Yes. His keeper looked so pleased about that.

Drill beamed. “Then I shall have to try sucking it again. And your other fingers, too.”

If Az had his wings they would have fluttered.

Taking Az’s hand, Drill brought it up this mouth again, lips opening to pull his finger in. It was so deliberate, so intense and Az’s body tightened again. His finger disappeared between Drill’s lips, heat surrounding his skin. Az lifted his knees, sliding on Drill’s thighs.

“Az…” His name was slightly muffled, then Drill began sucking harder, teeth scraping across the pad of his finger.

Az didn’t understand how this heat and pleasure kept growing. Drill squeezed his ass cheeks and tugged him closer. Az snuggled in, moaning deep in his chest.

“You smell so good,” Drill told him.