` ` Past Pain and Present Pleasure ` `

It started with a scar. Or, well, it started with Adam seeing a scar. Machiavelli lay beneath him, his shirt halfway unbuttoned, as Adam stares down at him inquisitively. His eyebrows furrow, his face almost resembling a scowl. It's a look that Vel is quite used to by this point. When the scammer first met him, he first thought that look meant Adam was angry about something. As it turns out, that isn't the case at all. The furry creature only looks upset, but really whenever he makes that face, it normally means he's in deep thought. Now that they know each other a little better, he almost finds it endearing. Noticing his expression, Machiavelli smiles and tilts his head, an almost playful hint to his movement.

"Found something interesting there, big guy?" He finally asks, to which Adam lets out a sound that was somewhere between a scoff and a sigh. Adam leans his face down closer, a large hand coming down to gently trace the area around the almost star-shaped blemish blooming across the other man's skin. Vel has to suppress a shiver.

"Where'd you get this?" Adam replies, not bothering to answer Machi's question. The dark-haired male finds it hard not to tense up at least a little bit at the mere prospect of explaining it. His deep brown eyes flit down to his own chest, partly to avoid the intense red of Adam's. The man knows very well where it came from. Who it came from. But he also knows that he doesn't want Adam fretting over him - at least, not more than he already does.

"An accident," He breathes out. A lie. And he's sure Adam knows it. It's obvious in the way that the horned beast's eyebrow raises and how his pointy ears tilt downwards. "It was almost ten years ago though. It wasn't so bad." He adds quickly, forcing a sheepish grin. Unfortunately - or fortunately, perhaps - for him though, Adam does, in fact, feel that there's much more to that scar than Vel is letting on. Despite his growing concern for the origins of it, Adam decides not to pry any further. This is hardly the time for interrogations anyway, considering how Adam is quite literally right on top of the man. The beast hums in acknowledgment, a low grumble rumbling in his broad chest. His gaze falls back down to the old wound, feeling an itch to run his fingers over it. He holds himself back though, settling for tracing the outline of it.

"Does it hurt?" Adam asks. Machi perks up a little, feeling relieved at the change in topic. He thinks for a second.

"Well, no... It's mostly just... sensitive?" That response gives Adam pause for a moment, his ear visibly twitching. Velli can already tell what Adam is thinking before he even speaks.

"...Can I touch it?" Adam finally comes out and says it, his long tail slowly swishing back and forth like an excited cat. Machiavelli can't help but smile. Of course, he thinks.

"Pfft... I dunno why you seem so interested, but sure. Go ahead." Vel nods, giving Adam the green light to do whatever he was thinking of. He's confused at the oversized man's apparent interest in the blemish, but he decides to humor him for a bit. Upon getting confirmation, Adam gladly indulges.

Carefully, almost too carefully, Adam lifts his hand to brush his fingers along the mark, earning him a shudder from Machi. He raises an eyebrow, red eyes flitting back up to meet Velli's wide ones. Adam pauses his movements for a second, as if waiting for the man beneath him to tell him to stop. When that doesn't happen, Adam's eyes drift back to the scar, lazily stroking it. While the beast does this, Vel is trying his hardest not to make any embarrassing noises. His face starts to feel hot, and he can't help but start to feel a bit shy at all the attention that was being given to that spot in particular.

"Must've hurt when you got it," Adam's deep voice breaks through Machiavelli's thoughts. He doesn't say anything else, doesn't look up either, so the scammer is left stammering and wondering if he should respond with something.

"I... Well- yeah, I... I guess it did," came Vel's clumsy reply. Adam hums, although it halfway sounds like a growl.

In Adam's mind, he imagines what could've possibly happened for this conman to get such a brutal-looking injury. Maybe it was an accident like he said. Velli is quite the clumsy one, after all - maybe he slipped up and some dangerous object came and scratched him. Maybe he fell off of something and scraped himself badly. Or maybe, a more horrifying thought. Maybe someone did this to him. Someone who must've hated him, considering how violent the aftereffects looked. Maybe Vel was in over his head, upset the wrong person. Maybe this was a wound that almost killed him. Adam prays that isn't the case, but this scar must be pretty traumatic, considering how hard Machiavelli tried to brush it off and change the subject. Adam's eyes darken at the thought. The idea that someone could harm this man so brutally, so mercilessly. He doesn't like it. Not at all.

He wishes he could make this injury disappear - not because he doesn't like how it looks, but because he hates what it represents. The fact that something horrible had happened to Machiavelli, and Adam couldn't be there to help him. He wishes he could soothe whatever lingering agony that plagues the wandering salesman. He wishes he could take away his pain.

"Uhm, Adam," Velli speaks up, noticing how, once again, Adam was thinking way too hard. "How long are you planning on- agh- AH--?!" Suddenly, he feels something warm, something wet drag along his chest, specifically on the scar that marred his skin. Tingles bloom across that spot, eliciting a startled flinch. Machiavelli's voice comes out, a strangled moan crawling its way out of his throat. Adam's tongue passes over the scar again and again, coaxing more reactions out of his companion.

"Agh- A-Adam, ah-" Machi attempts, both confused and aroused. Adam only purrs, the sound rumbling in his chest as his hands move down to gently hold the other man's waist. Machiavelli squirms and twitches in his grasp, but Adam doesn't let up. He's determined now; even though this won't technically make the scar disappear, Adam can find comfort in pleasuring him with it. One of Machiavelli's hands came down to grip Adam's shoulder, fingers tightening around the soft fur as he let out a pathetic whimper.

After thoroughly scrambling the scammer's brain, Adam eventually pulls back, giving him a brief moment of reprieve as he unbuttons the rest of his shirt. While the red-eyed man busied himself with that, Vel was left laying there, eyes half-lidded and face flushed as he used that moment to catch his breath. Once his shirt is open fully, Adam places his palm on Vel's bare abdomen in a loving caress as he once again leans his head down to attack the side of the human's neck. Vel huffs, still reeling from what had just happened.

"What was all that for?" He says, embarrassed, but not complaining. Adam purrs loudly as he litters Vel's neck with kisses and nips, his tongue occasionally flicking out to taste him.

"Mnh? Oh, that. I was healing you." Adam says casually, as if he hadn't just basically eaten the conman alive.

"What does that even mean...?" He asks breathlessly. But Adam doesn't give him any explanation, instead opting to hook his fingers beneath the waistband of Vel's pants. Soon enough, Velli is stripped of all his clothing, shivering as his skin is exposed to the cool air. Adam is kneeling between the man's thighs, and Machi narrows his eyes at him.

"Adam... take it off," he whines, feeling oddly embarrassed upon realizing that Adam is, in fact, the only one still clothed. Adam's ear twitches and he lets out an amused huff.

"Yeah, yeah... no need to beg me," he says in a sort of teasing tone before beginning to unzip the leather bodysuit which contained him. "I should warn you though. I... look pretty different down there."

"I mean... you already look pretty different in general, so... Can't say I'll be surprised." The conman responds, his tone light with humor, but also a slight hint of reassurance mixed in there as well.

"If you say so." Adam replies softly, carelessly discarding his own article of clothing onto the floor. Now, Machiavelli has an active imagination. When Adam warned him of what he might see, he was expecting something insane. Although, when the beast's clothing was stripped away, all the salesman sees between his legs is... well, he doesn't see anything at all. In the space where there is supposed to be some sort of genitalia, there's nothing but fur. Velli blinks a few times, confused, but not seeming to mind the situation much. He looks up at Adam, opening his mouth to ask him something.

"Uhh, so... can you, like... get pregnant?" Adam doesn't know what kind of response he was expecting, but it certainly wasn't that. He tilts his head like a confused dog, now just as puzzled as the man beneath him.

"...What?" He says. Velli gulps.

"I-I'm just saying, I'm very... fertile, and, y'know... it's been kind of a problem before, so- I just, uh, wanted to make sure-" Vel, his eyes suddenly darting everywhere except to Adam, starts running his mouth in a frantic attempt to explain his weird, albeit sort of valid, question. Adam finally realizes what exactly the man is yapping about - he thinks Adam has a pussy.

"Pffft... Machi." He raises a hand to tilt Vel's chin up, forcing him to make eye contact again. "You don't have to worry about that." The human stares back at him blankly and Adam can practically hear the gears turning in his head.

"Look." Adam says, leaning back to sit on his knees and giving Machiavelli a full view of himself. Before the man could ask any more questions, something begins to change in Adam's lower half. Upon a second look, it looks as if there is a thin seam between the monster's legs, almost resembling a female organ, but not quite. The seam parts as something smooth and pink in color slides out of it. Oh, Velli thinks, as he finally processes that Adam's body had actually been hiding a penis the whole time. Something he can't help but notice though, is... damn, it's huge.

"Oh. Wow," is all Vel can muster up in response, eyes glued to the twitching member that had just shown itself between Adam's legs, already hard and aroused. The tips of Adam's ears turn a bit red at the attention.

"Yeah..." Adam rumbles. "It, uh... definitely looks like a lot, so... If it's too overwhelming, we could try something else-"

"Can that fit in me?" Machiavelli suddenly asks, stopping Adam right in his tracks. Adam blinks a few times.

"Huh?" is all he can manage. Machi, probably realizing how bold his question sounded, gets a bit flustered himself.

"I, uh... I mean- I've never seen anything like it before, so I'm... kinda curious." Adam still can't believe how easy it is for this goofball of a human to render him speechless. This reaction is way more positive than the experiment was expecting. He clears his throat.

"So, you... You're sure you wanna try it out? You're not worried?" He asks, still feeling pretty apprehensive. It wasn't as if he didn't want to go through with this - he was more worried about the potential of hurting Vel than anything. Vel, still eager to continue, thinks for a moment before offering reassurance.

"Well... it should be fine as long as we prepare enough, right?"

-

That's how Adam found himself pressing Machiavelli face-down ass-up against the mattress, the man below him letting out a soft whine into the pillow that he currently had a death grip on. The human was already a damn mess despite the fact that Adam's thick cock was only about halfway inside him. Conveniently, the conman had brought lube with him. When asked why he had such a thing with him already, the man simply said "oh, y'know. Just in case." So thankfully, they were able to use some here. Still, Adam's size did prove to be a bit difficult after all.

The experiment growls, trailing a large hand down the expanse of Velli's back in an attempt to soothe him. He was panting, the heat of Machiavelli's insides already close to driving him wild. But he had to wait-he couldn't rush this. Be gentle, be gentle. Go slowly... Adam pushes forward again, causing the both of them to let out a strangled noise.

"Fuck- Machi, you-... you okay? Is it too much?" Adam rumbles, shifting to place both hands on either side of him. While Machiavelli would love to respond right now, it was a bit hard to form any coherent thought whilst basically being split open.

"I'm- ah-" He breathes, voice muffled by the pillow he has his face buried into. Adam tilts his head, waiting for the other man to get his thoughts together. When the only response he gets is sputters, he speaks up again.

"Need me to pull out? I won't be mad." Adam offers, wanting to at least give the other man the chance to back out if he needed to. However, the quickness of Vel's response after that surprises him once more.

"No! No, I... I can take it. Please..." Machiavelli's voice breaks, the soft whine he lets out sending shivers down Adam's spine. It takes everything in Adam's power not to thrust all the way in. He lets out a small huff, placing his hand on Machi's abdomen and softly holding him in place.

“If you say so… you better let me know if I’m hurting you, or else.” Adam says, although the vague threat barely holds any weight considering the position the two of them were in. The beast gulps, looking down at the area where Machiavelli and himself were so intimately connected. Yeah… there’s no fucking way Adam is fitting all of that in there. Vel is small, too damn small… He couldn’t believe the lovable idiot was letting him do this. And with such enthusiasm too… Fuck it. He isn’t gonna try to go any further than his partner can handle, no matter how much he insists he can take it. Besides, Velli already feels incredibly tense right now; like he’s struggling to adjust. Adam can’t imagine trying to stretch him out any further than that.

“Jeez… okay,” Adam pants, thumbs idly stroking Machi’s sides. “I’m… gonna try to move, okay?” He waits for Vel to nod before slowly pulling out. The movement causes both of them to shudder, but Adam doesn’t stop. He slowly rocks himself in and out of Machiavelli’s entrance, taking in the muffled noises spilling out of the other man in response. It takes a little bit, but Adam eventually feels Vel finally relax a bit more. The horned beast can’t stop the growl that comes out of him. “Ngh… How’s it feel, hm? Does it feel good?”

Machiavelli can only let out a needy moan. Don’t get him wrong, the conman is no virgin. He’d had plenty of experience with sex before, all with many people who had very… varying, interesting tastes. But this? Velli had never experienced something quite like this before. Not with someone like Adam. Even in a general sense, the man had never met someone who looked like this hulking beast before. So right now, being pinned under someone whose hands can nearly encircle his waist entirely, nobody can really blame him for being at least a little bit frazzled by the situation, right?

Adam isn’t having it though, noting the other man’s lack of a response and furrowing his eyebrows in a mixture of frustration and fond exasperation. He places his arms on either side of Machiavelli’s body and lowers his head so that his mouth is closer to his ear, all while his hips continue their relentless, yet agonizingly slow undulations into his lover’s pliant form.

“Words, Machi. Use them.” He growls, and God help the poor soul, Machiavelli nearly squeals before stopping himself. His response was almost instant.

“Y-Yes,” he breathes out, his voice soft and needy in a way that almost surprises even himself. “Yes, it… it’s good. Really good.”