Art by he who is  thewielder!

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"You really know how to surprise a guy, Damon."

Damon looked into Venti's eyes, red as rubies, or blood. Blood which he hoped his would stay inside his body. Was Venti angry? No, he seemed more surprised over the proclamation of his love than anything. It never hurt to ask, though. "Are you going to hurt me now?"

Venti blinked, his brows rising up. "Huh? No, of course not!"

Damon released a sigh of relief. "I was afraid knowing my luck, you'd turn out to be a gay basher who pretends to be a homo to lure unsuspecting fags to a beating."

Venti threw back his head, laughing so long Damon was afraid the jackal would pass out. Eventually, he lowered his head and wiped a tear from his eye. "You're funny, kid. That's why I like you." His face grew serious. "I'm ten years older than you."

"I like older men."

"We work at the same place."

"I'll transfer to a different store."

"I'm hung like a horse."

"I'll practice yoga and update my health insurance."

Venti studied the bear for several seconds, a lifetime for Damon. He had no idea what Venti was thinking, but when the jackal placed his large hands under Damon's armpits, lifting him up for a kiss, he had a good idea what Venti might be thinking.

"I don't know if I feel the same way, Damon."

A pang of remorse hit Damon's chest, and he struggled not to show it on his face. "I understand."

"I'm willing to find out, though." Venti then gave Damon another brief kiss, ending with a lick on the bear's nose. "How about I give you a private show, and then we go to bed and cuddle?" he asked, returning Damon to the floor and slowly removing his tanktop.

As Damon watched Venti perform the varied poses from his webcam show, he thought on how they hadn't even had the first date, and they were already going to bed. Granted, it wasn't sex but still, were they rushing things? Was this a mistake?

Looking at Venti making a double biceps pose, he thought it was one of the better mistakes he could make.

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