Archive of Our Own ^beta

Newly-fallen leaves crunched under their shoes as they crept through the trees- the taller of the two (although only by a bit) leading the other with their hands intertwined.

"Are you sure you know where you're headed?" the ginger haired man growled in a low tone. He used his hand to shield his eyes from the sun.

The black haired man calmly replied, "Of course I do. But even if I didn't, we'd have to find it eventually."

"What exactly are you even trying to find?" His voice trilled sharply, a breathy exhale leaving his constantly bared teeth. "It feels like you're leading us on a wild goose chase, and you aren't even sure if there are any geese!"

The man turned his head to face the other. "Now Ryo," his cool voice hummed, "you just need to have more faith in me. You're letting your heat affect your patience."

"I am not, Toru" He growled once more. "And don't call me that when I'm off hours. I'm Urban Guerrilla to you- however you bother to shorten it, I don't care."

"I'm aware. It's just hard to give you a nickname, and 'Ryo' is so simple to say," explained Toru. "But regardless of whatever you think, I'll help you loosen up~ We just have to find the right spot first."

Guerrilla, not having much of a retort, bit his tongue, a small whimper echoing in his throat as he thought of Toru's body, his eyes mindlessly wandering to the man's well sculpted ass. "Well..." he yipped, "could you at least tell me what you're trying to look for?"

"No need~"
Toru stepped out of the way, allowing Guerrilla to step into a small clearing in the trees. A pond illuminated by the afternoon sun rested, the sounds of a few frogs croaking and cicadas chirping filled what otherwise would've been a silent scene. Moss covered some parts, meanwhile above, a kanzan blossom tree rained petals onto the water.

"Oh my..."

"See." Toru stepped closer to the pond, turning around to face Guerrilla. "I knew you'd like it. What with your love of all flora."

He was right, even if Guerrilla wasn't fully into admitting it.

"It's very nice." He gave a small grin, stepping deeper into the clearing, coming to the water's edge. "The pond near my place was..." he huffed. "Really nice before the carbons made paths there..."

Nodding, Toru gave a solemn, "I remember. Don't worry." He came over, placing a hand on Guerrilla's shoulder. "For you, I'll never forget."

A nod from the other. "That means more than you can know."

And there, they stand a bit. Taking in the noises.
After a minute, Guerrilla takes a breath, chirping, "Sorry if I killed the mood."

"You didn't at all." Toru leans, giving him a kiss on the cheek, twisting his body so he could interlock hands with Guerrilla once more- who returned the gesture.

They kissed on the lips, embracing each other. And quickly, Toru kissed down his neck, slipping down Guerrilla's collar to lovingly nibble at his sunkissed skin, a soft groan lifting from his vocal chords.

"You're quite eager-" Guerrilla chimed through a huff. "I'd almost think that you're the one in heat."

"It's all chemicals and whatnot." Running a hand up Guerrilla's shirt, Toru kissed him on the lips again, playing with the barbell piercings in his nipple. He grunted through their mashed lips, "The unfortunate thing with you is. Yours get all bunched up in your shirt collar. And then. Everyone. In the hospital knows. You're an available buck. Ready for a doe." He lifted up Guerrilla's shirt- and the other man obliged by using a hand to keep it held up- and Toru leaned down to kiss and suck at his now hardened paps.

Biting his lip hard, Guerrilla gave a low whine. "Fuck-"
He wrapped his other arm around Toru's torso, arching his own back to ease into his licking more- a pleasured growl rising from his chest.
"You didn't come out here to be a doe, though... so what's that supposed to mean?"

Toru rested his head, eyes looking deeply, sharply to Guerrilla, his nose flaring with passion. "I think my glands act up to combat your morph type. I know I'm competing with nothing, and yet..." He licked his nipple again, making Guerrilla chime a sweet whimper. "...I produce like crazy. Maybe mine overreact like yours. I've been thinking about that, to be honest. So perhaps something in my untamed subconscious says that if I have nothing to compete for, I should use my pent up pheromones on my competition instead."

"Sounds like an evolutionary mess," Guerrilla cooed, pushing up his glasses with a breathy huff. Toru hummed agreeingly.

"It is. But something tells me our bodies have some other gland that when stimulated can achieve the same chemical results as reproductive breeding."

"So what? Something akin to a prostate?"

"If not akin, connected to ours." Toru stood up straight, placing his hands on Guerrilla's hips. "I bet me stimulating yours will take away that weepy look you've been having all week~"

"Don't just put your hands there..." he begged. His face grew to a deeper flush, his eyes half-opened.
From how they were standing, so close he could feel Toru's belt buckle against his, he could also feel Toru's steady dick bulging in his leather pants. And, in turn, Toru could no doubt feel his.

"How badly do you want your glands to be stimulated~?" Gripping Guerrilla's hips tighter, he slowly grinded against him.

Guerrilla, however, wasn't unaccustomed to this. Toru was, always- no matter the hour, day, week, month, season, or year- a tease. Was it something he was into, or was he perhaps just a trickster? Guerrilla couldn't really say. Regardless, though, it was hell when it occurred.

"Toru- Please-" He put his hands to Toru's waist, grinding back.

"Being without a mare for an entire week must be really hard~" Grinding rougher, he moved his legs to get Guerrilla to walk backwards. Guerrilla obliged.

"You know that it is..." Digging his nails into Toru's waistband, he huffed loudly through bared teeth and evaginated nostrils, a wad of spit already slipping down his chin.

Toru, meanwhile, led Guerrilla up against a tree, applying more force to their clothed frot. "You poor thing~" he whispered in his ear. "Like a breeding ram wanting to rut~" He pulled down Guerrilla's collar once more, licking upon the slit to his pheromone gland; and using his other hand, he massaged Guerrilla's perk mammilla once more.

Guerrilla gave a querk of pleasance, an impatience growing in his loins. "Goddammit, Toru-" With a louder huff, he reached his hands lower, seizing Toru's ass and forcing their bodies flatter against each other, grinding deeper against his groin- whimpering over and over. "You're a fucking dick..."

Through licks and kisses he teased: "Mmm~ I don't know if a mate would want someone who's so whiny and submissive~" He moved his head to the other side of Guerrilla's neck, tonguing at that gland as well. "Maybe that's why you can't find someone~"

"Toru-"

The hand which held up Guerrilla's collar, he slipped under it, rubbing his gland, to stimulate both at once. "Maybe I should just leave you like this~ Your pheromones will die down in a few weeks anyway~" For extra vexing, he grinded as hard as he could against him, biting down hard on his neck.

Arms swiftly raising to Toru's chest, Guerrilla twisted him around, pinning him to the tree. "Do that and I'll skin you and wear your flesh as a coat."" he snarled, staring sharply into his soul. Vexing always worked on Ryo.

"So mean~" he chuckled. He placed his hand on Guerrilla's stomach, chirping, "I know I'm already crazy hard, but how about some gamahuche?" Lifting his hand, he makes a circle using his index and thumb, raising it to his mouth.

Expression softening, he let Toru go, sighing, "You don't need to speak in such a way with me, but I know I cannot stop you." Guerrilla dropped to his knees, taking his glasses off.

Toru grinned. "Cute~ Oh," he placed a hand on Guerrilla's head, rubbing his short hair, "put on your mask. So I have something to grip~"

Moving his head away, Guerrilla made a grunt of duitfulness, reaching into his various pockets to do so.

He pulled out an eminence-coloured mask, and gold accessories to go along with it; stretching it over his face and tying it up in the back. Before he put on anything else, he pulled his mockneck off, plaing it beside the tree; and then he goggles up, and fiddles with the other various parts. Toru, waiting, looked over his body.

With his shirt now off, Toru could see Guerrilla's glands. It was a shock he wasn't making more of a fuss: they were hyperstimulated- plumped up, a bit of pink showing through the expanded slits- his pheromones overproduced, collecting up in streams of liquid. Usually, these chemicals were microscopically small, and released freely into the air; something similar to room spray. When disallowed from exiting- or, in this case, one was intensely stimulated- it instead pooled up and rolled down the throat, like thin layers of latex. Only upon seeing it could Toru taste the faint meaty-mushroomy, nectarous flavour on his tongue; and looking down to his hand, a small streak kissed his palm. He wiped it on his shirt. Maybe that's why Guerrilla was obliging so wordlessly.

He made sure his mouth gear was on right, and then scooched closer to Toru. "You could've at least unbuckled your belt," which he said so softly, Toru could've been tricked into thinking it was someone else.

With a shrug, he responded, "It's your mating cycle~ I'm not the one who needs it~"- a cover up to not say that he was just lazy.

"I wish you had your cock in my ass instead of just being a PAIN in my ass..."

"What was that?"

"Nothing. Shut up." He grabbed Toru's belt, jerking at it until he managed to loosen it, letting the straps fall, and quickly unzipping them and tugging them down just enough so he could pull Toru's dick out. His breaths grew heavy as he looked upon it.

A nice 17cm, curving up almost invitingly, like it was trying to say hello. The foreskin was almost completely retracted, and Guerrilla kindly pulled it the rest of the way down, so Toru's pink tip was free to the air. Using his thumb, he rubbed the meatus; and with his lips he kissed the shaft- Toru arched his back with a soft whine, sticking his hips out further. With haste, Guerrilla licked the glans and lowered his head down, making sure to fit it all in before he rose his head up once more, not removing the tip from his mouth before he went down once more- and with this motion he bounced up and down and up and down, eliciting quick, steady moans from Toru.

Gripping the back of his mask, he slowed Guerrilla down somewhat. "Be a little gentle~" he instructed. "You know how I like saving my load~"

Still sucking- now slower, following Toru's pace- Guerilla looked up to him, with soft, understanding, but begging eyes. His nose was flared wide, not used to being how he breathed, but with how he stared at Toru, it seemed like he wasn't even registering that. His teeth just scraped the skin. Toru wouldn't describe it as a particularly toothy blowjob, but maybe others would; however he knew Guerrilla. He could be toothier if he wanted. It wasn't out of inexperience- Toru was well aware of that- but perhaps just of his ferity. If anything, though, Toru liked that: a rock human not entirely integrated, capable of both holding a human life and so quickly going to rip your throat out just because he's hungry. And there Toru was, able to tame both, and turn either into a desperate mess. And he knew Guerrilla was lovingly, adoringly loyal to him, while also being able to joke around. Perhaps what Toru liked best was their shared amount of power in their life situation, even if he was the respected "dominant" or whatever word one would use.

Bringing his other hand up, he held Guerrilla's cheek, thrusting into his mouth to the pace they had set. His mouth accessories (something alike grillz, as they slotted onto his pre-molars and first molar) were a nice smoothness to it all. With each huff, the metal changed feeling. Like the stimulation of a large, flat piercing. Hooking a thumb in his mouth, he thrust into his cheek, so Guerrilla could breathe from the opening, his hot breath and slobber exiting just as well as his gagged whimpers.

With each thrust, a chill mingled in his hips, bringing him to an all too-early edge (with Guerilla, it wasn't about skill, but how long he could keep you there. He couldn't make anybody cum quickly, no matter how ready they were). He could feel his dick twitching inside the warm flesh of his mouth, stipulating for release, pleasure pooling in his mons and testes. Thrusting harder, harder, Toru's grip on Guerrilla's mask tightened, he made a low noise and a loud huff- and then, without warning, shoved him away, his cock giving a twitch as Guerrilla looked up with a submissive confusion.

"I told you already, UG," explained Toru, who began taking his belt off, "I'm saving it."

Guerrilla, wiping his spit onto his arm, chided, "You can just tell me to stop," taking his goggles off so they could defog.

"I suppose you're right..." He stretched, giving a yawn, placing a hand into his pocket. "Thanks for kissing my worm though~" he said with a giggle, tossing something from his pocket to Guerrilla- who caught it.

"Whatever." He grabbed his shirt, wiping his wet neck on the collar as he looked to the item: a travel-sized container of mango flavoured lubricant. He turned to Toru, who was working on taking his pants off. He threw it back at him. "You bitch!"

It hit him in the shoulder, and he had to bend down to pick it back up. "What? Is it not full enough or something-? Oh." He put it back in his pocket, looking through his other ones. "It's not like it'd hurt you anyway, it's artificial. Trust me, I know."

"I KNOW you know, it's not like you haven't fucked everyone in this damn town at least once."

"Calm down." He tossed Guerrilla a bottle of anal lubricant. "You're probably into that anyway. Being my lucky whore of the day." He subconsciously bared his teeth, grunting, "Lay near the pond, so we have more space."

"Lucky whore of the hour, more like."

With an irked huff, he took his pants off, then crawled over, admiring the water once more. After a few seconds, he opened the container, squeezing some of the viscous, white liquid onto his fingers, then lay back, spreading his legs and putting his digits to his ass, tracing his entrance before penetrating, attempting to spread it as evenly and as plentiful as he could- a shudder passing through his body, making him whimper in a high pitch.

Toru's heart lightened, not entirely sure why he got upset in the first place. He admired Guerrilla's body- his slightly pudgy stomach, his fairly sculpted limbs, the ginger hair that covered him only sparsely, the golden sphere piercings that complimented the tan skin of his penis (a penis which was only slightly bigger than Toru's), the way his fingers curled as he prepared himself. Urban Guerrilla was... perhaps a ticking time bomb, in a sense, but everything he did, he was good at. Toru could always excuse his outbursts due to the efficiency of his work. After all, he did get to watch him work all day, admiring the everything of his physical form. He would almost consider himself lucky that Ryo always came to him during his heat, even if, in reality, it's because Toru was as promiscuous as Guerrilla suggested him to be.

After watching him for perhaps a minute, Toru decided it was time to step in. No point in wasting daylight.

Slipping his pants the rest of the way off, he put them with Guerrilla's clothes. As he undid his top, he caught a glimpse of Guerrilla's shirt in the sunlight, pheromones beaded like water drops on the fabric. He picked it up, having never seen such a thing. As he raised it, the first thing that hit him was the overwhelming scent. If normal pheromone releasing was spraying some room spray, this was splashing it on the walls and hoping it'd still smell the same. Looking at it, quite a lot of it was, in fact, soaked in, making the creme cloth a light grey.

Staring at it, he couldn't help but... sniff it more...

Sticking his nose deep into the fibers... taking in the overloaded liquid...

He looked over to Ryo...

...and a flame arose in his chest.

He yanked off his jacket and his shirt, tossing it into the pile, stomping over to Guerrilla, who was applying another glob of lube to his hole. Getting to his knee in front of him, Toru gripped onto one of his thighs.

"So soft~" he cooed, running a finger from his opposing hand down Guerrilla's inner thigh. "I bet you think you're prime meat~"

Guerrilla, sticking his fingers back in, grunted, "No more than you think you are~" with a playful grin, adding, "Why? Do you think I am~?"

He pulled Guerrilla's hand out, roughly sticking his middle and ring finger in, pulling in and out. "Me?" Toru shifted his body, bringing his other arm up and, laying his body onto him, wrapped it underneath Guerrilla's neck. "Mmm... You're competition~ Genes I should aspire to out-breed. Nothing more~" He licked his canines hungrily.

"You're shaking, you know." Raising his hand, he rested it on Toru's upper arm. "Are you that excited~?"

He slammed his fingers in hard, rewarding him a moan from Guerrilla. "You should worry about yourself, steer~"
Twisting his body, Toru stood over Guerrilla- his left arm gripping the grass beside Guerrilla's head, and his right picking up Guerrilla's thigh, keeping his ass upright as he grinded against his hole; and he purred, "If I empty you of all your seed, you can't out-compete me~ And I know I can go for more rounds than you from experience~"

Wincing, with uncontrollable breaths from feeling Toru's member against him, Guerrilla spread his leg further, trying to assist, groaning through unsteady huffs, "You're not- competing for anything-" He wrapped his arm around Toru's neck.
"Your neck is wet-"

"Is it~?" Toru leaned into him, mashing their lips together, hiking Guerrilla's leg up around his torso; and Guerrilla followed, wrapping his legs around Toru's hips.

Through their passionate kiss, Guerrilla gasped, "It's wet- like how mine is-" The closeness of their bodies making the scent deluge his senses, causing him to grip Toru's neck with his nails, which made Toru growl, and Guerrilla growl back; and they both stopped moving.

"I already told you to worry about yourself, steer." Baring his teeth, he stared deeply into Guerrilla's eyes.

"Why are you calling me that?" He stared back with the same level of tension, still holding tight.

Toru growled again. "Because a steer is incapable of breeding, not out of choice but because he's unable to." He pushed the base of his cock against Guerrilla's ass once more, snarling through gritted teeth, "The difference is that in cattle, he's castrated. YOU, meanwhile, are so UNDESIRABLE that nobody would WANT to pick you as a mate."

So desperately, Guerrilla wanted to look down. To see each centimeter of Toru's dick slide into him. But something in him told him that he couldn't. He HAD to keep eye contact. Lest he fail... whatever thing his mind decided he needed to win. He knew Toru was in the same mindset.
"That's funny, because just not too long ago you were telling me not to suck your dick so hard so you could cum inside my undesirable ass." He narrowed his eyes more, if that was even possible.

"Oh," Toru smiled, "don't worry. I intend to do that~ If that was your worry."

"Then do it."

Raising an eyebrow, Toru huffed, his smile drooping but not fully dying. "What's that, steer?"

Guerrilla would've been lying if he said he wasn't at least a little intimidated. Not scared, not at all, but intimidated. But he could see it in Toru's eyes- he felt the exact same way. That this, perhaps, is how a deer feels during rut season. Everyone else is competition. Guerrilla understood it now. It was about butting heads and coming out on top- having the most control of the situation you were in. A neck wet with chemicals was a sign of strong genes, and a powerful urge to dominate your opponents. This was musth. Just because they lacked somebody to show off to didn't mean they didn't have a power to maintain. And Guerrilla would assert his power as a willing but equal follower.

"Don't back out. Fuck me until all my seed is gone."

At first, Toru's expression twisted into one of aggression- rage at the idea he would back out- but it quickly melted into a lighter, delightfully devilish grin, and a deep chuckle arose from his chest. He opened his mouth to say something, but Guerrilla pulled him into a kiss before he could, making out as Guerrilla reached down to position Toru's dick so- as Toru did- he could slide in with ease, both of them sharing a chill as he managed its entire length in. There was a stop to breath, and getting ready (by getting their bodies closer, Toru holding Guerrilla's thighs up from the back of his knees, and Guerrilla wrapping his arms around Toru's torso).

Toru purred, "Well, steer, are you-"

"Stop talking and just fuck me." Guerrilla's voice squeaked, and he added a snarl to not sound too desperate or submissive.

And he did just that, slowly sliding it out half way, and then, faster, thrusting back in. As he continued the pace, getting faster each time, they continued snogging, their necks getting wetter each time the other moaned. Perhaps, only by the nature of sex, their holds on each other all too easily lessen, and while Guerrilla's hands land firmly on Toru's face and neck, Toru's explore Guerrilla's body.

Toru knows Guerrilla's sensitive zones all too well: toying with his nipples, squeezing his love handles, rubbing the side of his body just underneath his breast area. Each of his moans were poorly followed by some growl or snarl in attempts to make him sound less pleased with it than he actually was. He was clay in Toru's hands, and Toru had no idea what to sculpt him into- only that he had to, because Guerrilla needed to know who the strong one was here; or so his wretched neck glands told him.

Guerrilla, on the other hand, rubbed Toru's neck, milking more and more of his pheromones. He could tell it was making him more sensitive, more desperate, by how his thrusts became slams, and what was once a slow rhythm of his testes hitting Guerrilla's body quickly became a mess of meaty slaps only rivaled by the deep grunts Toru would make, the hot breath of this and their kissing making Guerrilla's mouth accessories have no time to cool down, so their kissing felt all the same as their tongues explored each other's mouth.

Yet, through out all this, they kept eye contact, only breaking to shut their eyes due to a strong sensation sweeping their form. They murmured to other:
"Steer."
"Whore."
"Undesirable."
"Desperate."
"Moist Necked."
"You are too."

Twisting, trying to find a better position, Toru lay on the ground, a hand supporting Guerrilla's torso, Guerrilla above him- partially standing, his legs bent at the knees, an arm behind him to keep his balance, and the other around Toru's shoulder. Holding his hips, Toru led him down, back onto his cock, a loud grunt exiting Guerrilla's mouth. They face each other, still staring deeply into each other's souls, kissing more and more, saliva dripping down their chins, softly grunting into each other's throats.

Toru's shaft ground nicely against Guerrilla's anal walls, rubbing against his prostate perfectly. While he couldn't cum from it alone, it still gave him goosebumps. It wasn't that only Toru's dick could do that, just that he knew how to use it- maybe even too well. Guerrilla could accept that, by technique alone, Toru was a better mate. However, he couldn't win in any other department, at least, not with rock humans. He wooed carbon humans well; but with other silicon-forms, he was a pain: too social, not serious enough, constantly had his head in the clouds. Carbon-forms liked that. Not rock humans. Not like he could procreate with a carbon-form anyway. All of this was just a waste of his genetic material, much like how each goof and gaff was a waste of his energy. It pissed Guerrilla off that, somehow, Toru was the leader of their operation. Was it all one big guise? It couldn't be. He took too much joy from it. He liked pissing people off. But it was okay. Guerrilla could piss him off too.

Bouncing his hips up and down, Guerrilla chimes, "I bet you can't make me beg your name~" Toru smirked.

"I don't know why you'd make a bet you're destined to lose, steer~" He gripped Guerrilla's mask, huffing, "So what do I get when I win~?"

"IF." corrected Guerrilla. "IF you get me to beg your name, I'll let you take a photo of my body afterwards."

Placing his free hand on Guerrilla's hip, Toru stops him, leaving only his tip in; and his grip on his mask strengthening. Still grinning, he asked, "Then what do you get?" and moved Guerrilla only a bit as to bob on his dick- for teasing purposes or because he still wanted stimulation, Guerrilla couldn't garner.

With a slow lick of his canines, he purred in response, "I'll just get the satisfaction of beating you~"

A scoff. "A steer's response."

Toru slammed Guerrilla back down, smiling wider as a deep moan reverberated through his body, stuttering "T-" "T-" "To-", but too smiling wide back.

"To think you could do it so easy~"

With a growl, he scowled, both hands clawing into Guerrilla's hips, pulling his ass up and down and up and down and up and down with a fervour. Guerrilla, on the other hand, gave chuckle through shallow groans.

"You're really tha~at despera~te?" His head felt light but his chest felt heavy. "Won't even let me tease you? How unlike you~"

Toru couldn't even formulate words, instead succumbing to his intense urge to bite down hard onto Guerrilla's neck as best he could, sucking the skin as he did so. Guerrilla brought his arm up, gripping Toru's hair and biting his lip to suppress a whine he managed to get caught in his throat. Separating his lips, Toru moved a bit down, biting once again, causing Guerilla to utter a light "Fuck-"; and that made him bite harder, until he could taste the faint notes of blood mixed in with the taste of pheromones.
He bit over, and over, his lipstick smearing on Guerrilla's skin, each time harder than the last, and each time Guerrilla made a louder noise, driving Toru even further wild. Nipping at Guerrilla's glands made them dribble, like biting into a Gusher. The taste only made things better. And he went rougher.

As though a weight was placed on his chest, Guerrilla felt heavy, and his brain felt like soup. Being pounded into, and made someone's bitch, was perfection. Mindlessly, he reached down to rub his own tip, but as he lifted his hand he was using to balance himself, he fell, but in no time the two readjusted, into spoons position. Toru still licked and nibbled his neck, using a hand to tease his tip. Guerrilla reached down to make him go faster, but was nudged away.

"You be a good steer~" Toru cooed into his ear, nibbling on it.

Through a breath: "Fuck my seed out~"

"In due time."

He held Guerrilla's chin, twisting his head and locking their lips. The sounds of their bodies hitting each other only drove them further mad, their teeth gnashing against the other's, while they couldn't help but move to increase pleasure; so Toru held Guerrilla's leg up, with a tight grip on his thigh- and he leaned up, moving to straddle Guerrilla's other thigh, then resting his raised leg onto Toru's shoulder, and Toru's hands return to Guerrilla's hips. As he thrust into him, Toru continued rubbing Guerrilla's cock, teasing more prominent veins with his thumb, toying with his various piercings, tracing the seam on his scrotum and admiring the formation of his body.

Guerrilla understood it well- why Toru's eyes shifted: he knew he had a firm grip on Guerrilla, figuratively speaking. Outside of his genes, this was, perhaps, the only thing another silicon-form would like. Someone strong, who knew what they had to do. Well, maybe not driven this far, but regardless. Anyone in a rut would want a mate with a robust handle on them, someone who knew you were so well-wrapped around their finger that they could take the time to adore you. He didn't really know if he liked it normally, but- in his state- being looked upon like a fine apple for someone purchase, it felt... nice.

Putting his arms behind his head, he curled backwards, arching his back with a huff, and whined, "If I tell you your fat cock feels nice inside me, will you finally start draining me~?"

"I said in due time~" He looked to Guerrilla, running a hand up his torso. "Such an impatient steer~"

Guerrilla softly whined, and then in frustration gave a snarl. He ran his fingers along his neck and flecked his pheromones in Toru's face, giggling as Toru made a ruttish grimace, his thrusts stopping for a second as a deep growl came from his diaphragm.

"You need to learn patience." Angling himself upwards, Toru slammed into him harder.

Guerrilla whined back, "You're just prolonging this so I'll moan your name."

Toru scoffed. "Obviously~"

As Toru's hand explored his body, Guerrilla whined loudly, each of his nerves lit alive from the sensation. His balls welled with desire and semen, while his rectum distended with pleasure and urge. Each thrust made a tingle run up his shaft.

Toru's body was equally overwhelmed, as his body wanted as much stimulation his cock was getting, yet was denied. He wasn't used to the lack of touching. Alas, all he could see was a passionate red with each thrust, being further pushed on by the taste of pheromones lingering all along his mouth and throat. It made his stomach twist in a way that was nothing short of exciting. Guerrilla's expletive grunts of "Fuck~", "Dammit-", "You bitch~" and more only reinforcing how Toru had to make sure Guerrilla KNEW that he was the best choice. Maybe he'd even turn Guerrilla into his lovely toy- undesirable by most but a surefire way to make sure Toru's performance was perfect. Just the idea drove him crazy.

He pulled out, then flipped Guerrilla onto his stomach, making him gasp. Toru held his hips mightily.

"Perk your ass up, steer~"
And Guerrilla complied, giving a whimper and cooing with a smile:

"You're being so capricious~"

Toru raised an eyebrow. "What? Do you find that weak somehow~?" Grinning, he swatted Guerrilla's ass, rewarding him a pleasured groan.

Regaining his composure, Guerrilla purred as he lowered his front-half to the ground, "No. It just means you're as desperate as I am~" He chuckled.

"You know," chirped Toru, as he ran a hand up and down Guerrilla's inner thigh, "most ewes take no interest in a ram who is so easily manipulable~" He gripped Guerrilla's ass tightly, spreading his cheek and sliding back into him- then leaning over him, balancing himself by putting a hand to the ground.

As Guerrilla parted his lips to speak, Toru began slamming into him, Guerrilla's throat giving a shaky gurgle as he gripped the ground, grunting weakly, "Fuck- Toru-" As he caught himself he looked back up to Toru, who smirked widely.

"You're such a simple thing, UG~" Still fucking him, he leaned down further, wrapping his free arm around Guerrilla's body, rubbing his chest. "Would you ever be anyone's pick? I think not~"

With a playful grin, Guerrilla retorted, "You picked me~"

Another swat on the ass.
"YOU picked ME." Gripping Guerrilla's mask, Toru spoke quickly but sternly: "You- a worthless, ruttish steer- came to ME, asking- no- PLEADING for me to fuck you stupid." Each emphasised word was uttered with a sharp tongue. "I'm going to turn you into a mess."

He turned Guerrilla's head to the side, holding him down as he fucked him harder, making sure each plunge slammed their bodies against each other hard enough that it stimulated Guerrlla's dick. Gripping the grass tightly, all Guerrilla could form was a string of connected whimpers and moans. Slobber pooled in his mouth, dripping down his lips. All this talk was uncharacteristic of Toru. Was it really even Toru saying those things? Shifting his body, Toru used his other hand to tug at Guerrilla's wang, making sure to tend to his tip. Ultrastimulated, a deep and libidinous tingling mingling in his pelvis, Guerrilla could feel his glands misting pheromones with each thrust, spraying like a desperate disinfectant. He could barely keep his eyes open. Guerrilla adjusted his goggles, resting them on his parietal ridge, small tears running down his hot skin.

God. If Toru wasn't perfect at making you forget words.

The muscles in his upper legs tightened. He bit down hard on his lip, grunting, "Fucking hellllllll~ Toru~", the sensation of hot lube running down his thigh making him growl deeply.

Toru gave his dick some fast, tight jerks. Guerrilla's grunting, squealing, bringing a deeper avidity to him. As Guerrilla gripped the grass harder, Toru bit into his shoulder, stroking slower as Guerrilla came with a deep snarl, his thigh shaking as Toru pumped the seed from his testes, until his orgasm was done. Leaning up, Toru pulled out, making Guerrilla whimper as he could feel his hole gape for a second from the absence.

His hold tightening on Guerrilla's mask, Toru pulled them both up to their knees- a surprised whine coming from Guerrilla. Kissing his neck, he held Guerrilla closer, rubbing up and down his torso, while Guerrilla huffed like a pent-up cow. He put his hands to Toru's hips, grinding back against him, his body twisting to tilt into the other man's touch. With each stroke, though, Toru went slower, steadier, fondling each of Guerrilla's erogenous spots more.

Breaths growing, grunting and groaning, and his entire body incredibly sensitive, Guerrilla whined like a dog, his pheromones now running down his collar and onto his back and chest. Toru's still-hard member poked up against Guerrilla's inner thigh- Toru himself huffing loudly, spit pooling at the corners of his mouth. He ran a finger finger up Guerrilla's shaft, holding it in his hand and stroking it back to an erect state, then inserting himself back in. As Toru brought a hand to Guerrilla's waist, Guerrilla grabbed his wrist, bringing his hand back up to one of his breasts.

"You're so fucking cute~" Toru groaned, rubbing his nip as he hammered into him.

Guerrilla could only make a deep huff in response.

He felt dazed, an odd sensation tingling in his sinuses. All he could imagine was stuffing someone, and pumping his offspring into them. He wished Guerrilla was a biologically-compatible partner. To pump his sweet eggs with his genetic material. Compatible or not, Guerrilla wouldn't like the end effects though. Rock humans weren't parental. Toru wanted kids though. Not because of what his pheromones were telling him- no- he wanted kids, to take care of, to love. He couldn't help but feel humans were better, at least in that way. He sometimes wished he was a human. Marriage sounded really nice. He could never expressed how he yearned to make a family, and grow old with a partner or two. Guerrilla would laugh in his face, as would all the others. So, perhaps, the only way he could cope was imagining his fellow silicon-forms as perfect partners; at least, when his brain was working right. The moral and modest mind could not think of being a loving father while so hopped up on chemicals it made his hairs stand.

Letting go of Guerrilla's mask, he wrapped that arm around Guerrilla's body, leaning into him, thrusting faster. He could feel the blood flushing his face.
"I'm gunna make you my husband~" His voice dripped romantic nectar.

"Huh?" Guerrilla looked to him with hazy eyes.

Toru grabbed hold of his cock once more, stroking it in times with his thrusts, cooing softly, "And you'll turn me into yours too, right~?" He smiled wildly, yet calmly- lovingly, his thrusts turning desperate, unsteady. "And we'll be mates for life~"

"Speak up- what are you saying?" He twisted his head to look at Toru, who pulled him into a kiss, stroking him to an orgasm once more, making Guerrilla moan softly into his lips.

He whispered into Guerrilla's ear, "You're a well-behaved steer~"

Giving a small smile through his breaths, Guerrilla smiled at Toru. "Fuck you," he said with a chuckle.

"Don't worry~ You're not done yet~"
He made them sit, before he lay down on the ground, purring, "Turn around, cowboy~"

Guerrilla took a second, letting his lungs rest. Wiping his mouth, he chimed, "You think you're soooo funny, don't you?" He twisted around, straddling Toru's stomach.

"I think you'll be perfect once you're made mine~" Toru gripped Guerrilla's hips, sliding him back a bit- Guerrilla complying and elevating himself, grabbing Toru's prick and sitting onto it, a steady exhale leaving his chest as their bodies connecting once more.

Making a soft "mmm", Guerrilla sat for a moment, putting his goggles back on, looking to Toru with a partially placid glaze in his eyes. His softened member rested on Toru's stomach, while his chest heaved. While Guerrilla was reaching his limit, Toru was still furiously pent up, and gripped Guerrilla's waist, grinding him on his phallus, a quick whine escaping Guerrilla's nose as he leaned over, eyes closed and spit pooling in his mouth.

Slowly starting to lift himself up and down, Guerrilla leaned up a bit, seeing Toru's smeared makeup, verdigris staining his cheeks and chin. His lips were slightly parted, huffing much like Guerrilla. While he put more action into his knees, increasing his speed, one of Toru's hands left Guerrilla's waist, going up to his right shoulder instead.

He stared at Guerrilla's body, his perfect form bouncing up and down so lovingly, so obediently. It was of some intrigue he was going as quick as he was when his dick still lay limp. He ran his other hand up Guerrilla's chest, his fingers kneading his sensitive zones like dough. His grunts were like honey, and Toru enjoyed eating them up like a bear. Impatiently, he thrust into him, timing up to slam into him as hard as he could- Guerrilla giving a deep growl, a chill shocking his body.

Gripping Toru's neck, he grunted through a grimace, "You're a lot cuter when you're beneath me anyway," riding him faster, a bit of his spit landing on Toru's midsection. He gripped Toru's shoulder tightly, his nails digging into his skin.

"You're the cutest when you're being ruined~" He quickly moved his hand to Guerrilla's neck, stroking his Adam's apple with his thumb- a long breath drawing from Guerrilla's lungs.

"Fuck-"
His eyes flutter closed, his hips hopping in a hypnotising rhythm, his breaths slow and unsteady- taking long exhales and sharp, gulping inhales.

Slowly, his dick rose for a third time, giving a twitch as it hardened, the glans shining proudly as the foreskin re-retracted what little it could. His moans grew gradually as more time passed, his refractory period growing to an end; while Toru whimpers grew louder and numerous, his grip tightening on Guerrilla's body.
Suddenly, though, he held him in place by pushing him down, reinforcing it with a breathless, "Stopstopstopstopstopstopstopstop~"- and Guerrilla followed.

"What's wrong?" he asked through a wanton groan, a deep exhale passing his lips as well as slobber.

Toru's face flushed, a giddy grin growing as he shyly turned his head- still maintaining eye contact.
"I want to cum with you~"

Looking down at him through slow blinks, Guerrilla gave a whimper through a bared teeth smile. This was so sickly romantic. And yet, something in him felt... good? Good. He couldn't think of what in specific felt that way. He just knew it was romantic. But it was missing something. It was sweet, it was pretty, it was hopeful, it was idyllic, it was dreamy. But something in it felt so... wholly superficial. Like accepting a date just as an excuse to go get food. Guerrilla had done that before, he knew the intent behind it. How many people had Toru said something similar to? How often did he agree to go on dates just to go get a burger? Something in Guerrilla's chest ached.

He gripped Toru's flesh harder, well aware he might draw blood, huffing out, "If you fuck anyone else I'll kill you~"
He then leaned down, mashing their lips together. Toru, lifting Guerrilla's goggles up off his head, kissed him equally passionately- his hands rubbing over Guerrilla's body, while Guerrilla's held Toru's body firmly in place.

Their tongues danced furiously together, their teeth gnashing against the others'. As Toru brought his hands up to play with Guerrilla's chest again, Guerrilla's dick- sandwiched between them- gave a rough, obvious twitch, making him moan deeply, while Toru only grew more excited. He rubbed and yanked his nipples, Guerrilla's dick giving a few more spasms.

"Fucking- Fuck-!"
He pulled away, raising his body, groaning heartily as Toru stimulated his form. He felt so helplessly submissive to it. Maybe it was only multiplied by already being so sensitive from two orgasms, but being touched this way made him feel completely and utterly like a warm wad of clay. He was desperate to be reshaped in whatever Toru needed him to be- to be completely, utterly, and undeniably his. Guerrilla's hands moved, holding the ground tightly, uttering profanities within his strings of soft groans.

Toru pushed him back up. Still keeping a hand on one of his nipples, he brought the other to Guerrilla's hip, and Guerrilla knew well what was wanted. He started moving his body again, supporting himself with his hands on Toru's shoulders, grinding and hopping against his hips; and Toru thrust into him with an equal ardour, their bodies shaking in tune to their speed. The meaty, wet sounds coming from their passion rung loud, the feeling running into their chests, giving them a heavy, needy feeling as all of their neurons screamed to their receptors a spell of immense delight. Seconds passed like minutes, their muscles tightening as pleasure tingled across their bodies, their dick tips sensitive and welling. Toru, feeling himself ever so close, took hold of Guerrilla's cock one last time, pumping it in tune to their movements- Guerrilla's moans becoming sucked in, his mouth agape as all he could make were almost silent breaths; and he moved faster, rougher, gripping Toru's body close as his member twitched up, a knot swelling in his balls. Chills ran up Toru's back, his hairs standing while thighs stung. He jerked Guerrilla off as fast as he could. In only a minute, a loud grunt erupted from Guerrilla as his cum shot against Toru's stomach; while Toru's seed emptied into Guerrilla, Toru giving a long, soft moan.

Guerrilla, emptied, closed his eyes, leaning back and breathing heavily, taking his mask off to allow his nose to aid. The sky was so damn bright- was it always this bright?
Toru's hands slid off him, putting them to his face as his orgasm finished. He wanted to lean up and kiss Guerrilla, but he didn't know if he had to energy to make such a sudden movement. Instead, he lay there, all his muscles finally relaxing.

Yanking the accessories from his mouth, he threw the entirety of his mask near where their clothes lay. Wiping the saliva from his face, a cold wind hit him, making him shudder. He supposed that's what he should expect for having coitus in nature.

The only noise that filled the area now, besides their heavy breaths, were the sounds of the cicadas and frogs. After a few minutes of rest, Guerrilla pulled himself off, giving a soft groan as his hole gaped, leaking with ejaculate. Through half-open eyes, he looked down to Toru, who had one arm behind his head, and the other covering his eyes. With a chuckle, Guerrilla moved over and lay beside him, resting his head on his chest.

"I suppose I should thank you for bringing me out here," he chimed, wrapping an arm across Toru's body.

"Yeah-" Toru replied breathlessly, his chest shaking as he exhaled. Guerrilla chuckled again.

"That really took you out of it, huh?" He leaned up, going to kiss his neck, but instead turning his head to sneeze.
"Fuck." Rubbing his sinuses, he growled. "I forgot how fucking awful pheromones can smell when you've already mated."

Resting his head on Toru once more, they lay there for a bit, Toru's breathing slowly but surely coming back to normal, listening to the sounds of pond. Their bodies cooled down, the sweat slowly evaporating from their skin, their necks drying even slower. Toru shifted one of his arms down, putting it around Guerrilla's side, holding him close- still covering his own eyes from the sun.

After a few minutes, Toru spoke:
"Sorry about those...really dumb things I said.

Guerrilla looked to him, giving an inquisitive hum. "What things?"

"The um..." Licking his lips, he sighed. "The stuff about making you mine." He gave a cringing huff. "And that you're undesirable. And that you're just some animal." Using a thumb, he rubbed Guerrilla's waist. "I... didn't mean any of that. They slipped from me without thinking."

"Toru-" Guerrilla chimed, but was cut off.

"No, I like..." He thought for a second, then sighed. "I don't think that way about you." He uncovered his face, and turned to face Guerrilla. "I promise." His eyes were soft, shiny, a small pout forming on his lips.

Raising a hand to Toru's cheek, Guerrilla calmly stroked it, reassuring, "It's okay. I wasn't really thinking clearly either. It's just chemicals, you know?"

"Well, yeah, but..."

"But what?"

Toru bit his lip, then sighed once more. "Wu's pheromones don't make me like that. They make me excited, sure, but I feel lighthearted, playful. I've never had pheromones make me so... mean like that."

"Not even with the others?" Guerrilla brought his hand down, resting his chin on it as he spoke.

A shake of the head. "The others make me feel different ways- even Dainenjiyama's makes me feel more dominant- but I was never mean to him."

"Have any of them had their neck as wet as mine?"

The glare in Toru's eyes changed- the realisation immediate: "No. I guess it's the large dosage that drove me crazy."

Giving a hum of agreement, Guerrilla added, "Then it'd be the same for me as well."
Yawing, he stretched, giving a whimper. "But like I said, it's fine. I don't think anyone is 'yours' anyway."

"Yeah." He held him closer. "I guess Wu is the closest, but I'd more say that I'm his."
Twisting his body over, he faced Guerrilla, bringing his other hand up to hold his face. "I don't think I'd want you to be mine, but like..." he searched for the words. "I do kind of want us to be some type of thing, honestly."

Guerrilla's face felt hot. "I- What?"

"I don't think we'd work well romantically," he continued, "plus you don't seem like the type of guy to be interested in romance, but I'd like to be more than acquaintances with you- more than just friends. But I suppose also not boyfriends?"

"That's a lot of carbon words..." Guerrilla sat up a bit, his brow furrowed.

"I know," he replied. "I just mean like..." He thought for a second, a few actually, before finally stating, "Like, if we all lived in a forest. You'd have your tree. We'd hang out in your tree sometimes: hanging out, talking, eating- normal things. But we could also help each other out during heat season, or just... cuddle together sometimes. While we also know each other could be more committed to someone else- someone who we spend more time in their tree with. We do stuff together, but we aren't like fully a thing. Does that make sense?"

The concept ran through Guerrilla's mind. "I... think so?" Seeing Toru search for an explanation again, Guerrilla interrupted it: "I never got the complexity of relationships, Toru, all of that means nothing to me. The only things I really know are those intense connections both carbons and rocks have, and then whatever you and Tom get up to."

"It'd be like something between that." Toru propped himself up on an elbow, smiling. "Somewhat casual, somewhat committed."

His face grew hotter. "That just seems like... a lot so suddenly..." He sat up, rubbing his temples.

"Oh..." Toru sat up as well, wrapping his arm around Guerrilla, chiming, "I'm sorry. I forgot that sudden admissions can be a lot... Wu responded really well, so I guess I just thought..." Something in those words made Guerrilla's chest ache.

"He's your partner anyway. You shouldn't be looking for something lesser."

"Lesser? No- UG-" Gently holding Guerrilla's chin, he moved his face so he faced him. "It wouldn't be lesser. You wouldn't be a lower-quality version of what he and I have. It'd be something else entirely. I like both coffee and tea, but I like them for different reasons. Tea is light, flavourful, calming; and coffee is strong, bitter, and energizing. Sometimes I don't want one, I want the other, but I love them both the same." He smiled warmly. "Sometimes I don't want the strong stuff Wu and I have. Sometimes, I want someone who I can feel much more simple with. I'd like to be simple with you, UG."

He finally knew what that feeling was. That feeling of superficial romance. It was passion, with no promise. It hurt because it felt insincere. Toru could say sweet things to anyone, couldn't he? Asking to start a relationship though...
"I'll have to think about it. This... is a lot," he said, giving a smile.
It being genuine hurt in a good way.

Giving a nod, Toru pulled him into a hug, which Guerrilla happily accepted. "Again, I'm sorry for the suddenness of it all. But I'm happy I can be someone you trust during your rut."

With a hum, "I do think you're a whore though." They both laughed, pulling apart.

"Shut up~" Toru gave him a soft punch on the arm. "Oh- actually..."

"What? Going to defend your promiscuous side?" Guerrilla smirked, barking a laugh.

From behind him, he picked up his iPod Nano, scrolling through it. "I um..." he blushed. "I did take a photo of us at the end..."

"Huh?"

"Yeah, sorry... chemicals and all..." he offered his Nano over to Guerrilla, "Is it okay if I keep it?"

Taking it, Guerrilla squinted down at the device, getting closer as to see it properly.
It was taken from down Toru's body, of Guerrilla's, with his orgasmate and limpening dick on Toru's torso.

"You didn't get my face in it?"

"I never do. I remember faces perfectly fine, why would I need them in a photo?" Toru chimed, laughing.

"I guess I'm more so just surprised." Guerrilla handed it back to Toru. "Just don't show it to anyone else."

He nodded. "I won't, promise."
Stretching, he asked Guerrilla, "You want to go get some ramen? I think it sounds really good right now."

"If you buy it, sure." He flashed a toothy grin, leaning into Toru. "But we can go eat later." He pushed him down, laying on him once more. "I don't want to get up."

"Sounds good to me." Eagerly, Toru wrapped his arm back around Guerrilla, rubbing his love handle, cooing, "Sometimes I wish life could always be like this."

Guerrilla hummed peacefully, happily, "It will once our research is done. I'll make sure those carbon-forms replant all the lost forests. Then we can hunt and kill and cuddle all we want." He yawned, snuggling deeper into Toru's form.

"Hell yeah. Sounds like a plan."

And there, they lay, in the clearing, letting the sounds of the pond envelop them.