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The Gift

Achievement: Thou Art Mine and I Am Thine

Richard had always been secure in his sexuality, though, having come from a small, fairly conservative town he had never really broadcasted that he was bisexual and, if he was honest to himself, he'd never really had an opportunity to pursue a physical relationship with another male. He'd had a few dates in high school with females, and lost his virginity senior year, but none of those relationships had really stuck... not like things had with Jack.

What had started as a relaxing night out had quickly turned into a formal date as they stayed out well past midnight. Cherry City was a fairly large city for Oregon but the night life wasn't anything spectacular. Regardless, in the Gryphon's company, Richard had such a fantastic time that he had barely registered the passing of midnight. When they ultimately got back to Richard's house they'd come to a stop outside the door and, despite how well the evening had gone, the Human had a moment of indecision.

There was a long pause as Richard considered whether to reach for the door knob, or just stand there. The vast majority of his dating was limited to the actual restaurant or movie theater, having never brought a date back home. "So.... now what?"

Jack cocked his head to the side, eyes astute and focused on the Human. "What dost thou mean, Richard?"

The one time the date had included going home it was to his date's home and never his, so he'd never been the one with the decision as to whether extend the night. He really wanted to. "Well... we went out, and I had a really good time."

The Gryphon's beak parted in a smile; he obviously took great humor in repeating the exact same thing he'd said when Richard had made the announcement the previous two times and he responded the same as he had the first two times. "As did I."

Richard felt his cheeks blaze with a blush but he pushed forward at the sake of being even more awkward. "Well... I mean... at the end of a date usually one person gets walked home, and the other heads off but..."

Jack's ear tufts lowered as his head rolled sideways further. "And yet thou and I doth occupy the same residence, so neither of us would walk off... unless thou art suggesting that I leave for--"

Realizing that he'd been misunderstood, Richard quickly interjected with a correction. "No! No! Not at all, Jack. I'm glad you're here, and, uh... you don't have to go. I just mean... I'm not sure what happens now."

The Spirit cocked his head the other way, ear tufts rising once again. "Whatever happens, I would assume. Must something special happen? Art thou under the belief that something needs come to pass beyond what already has? Is it an unspoken rule? A suggestion? Perhaps an expecta--"

Even as Jack spoke, Richard came to the conclusion that he could not stand his own indecisiveness. Every word that passed through the Gryphon's beak only made the Human that much more certain and, before he could lose his nerve, he cut off the Spirit by reaching up to place his hands on either side of Jack's feathery cheeks. Richard stood up on his tip toes to press his lips to the suddenly stilled beak. The moment the kiss landed Jack's entire body stiffened in surprise and, in that split second, the Human had a chilling concern that he'd overstepped his bounds in a way that was impossibly damning. How could he recover from something like that? Had he ruined what they had? Had he misread something?

Ready to pull away, Richard didn't get the chance. The feathers on Jack's face puffed up beneath the Human's fingers and powerful arms wrapped around him. The Gryphon pressed back into him and, despite having no lips, Jack met his kiss and matched it with vigor. The sensations that hit Richard when Jack had breathed life into him on the bathroom floor came flooding back.

Richard had never been to England but could hear the bustle of the weekly markets in Stratford-upon-Avon, feel the breeze as he flew over the rolling hills of Shropshire, smell the chalky breeze off the White Cliffs of Dover, and felt the early morning chill from the mist of Norfolk. Most of all, he could feel Jack-- REALLY feel him, and Richard could tell that the Gryphon could feel him too. Despite being a spirit, the Gryphon couldn't have possibly felt more real. Then, as quickly as it had happened, they disengaged.

Richard felt giddy and his head spun. He placed his hand on the door-knob to steady himself as his heart beat powerfully in his chest. Having already unlocked the door, it opened, and he almost stumbled as he lost his balance, but, as always, Jack was right there and managed to catch him. The Gryphon had trouble enough using a light switch or ruffling a sheet or blanket, but it was the first time Richard had ever actually experienced Jack affecting him in such a physical way, and it was as natural a hold as if the Spirit had been physical.

Richard's surprise came out as a single, unclear syllable. "Wha?"

Jack stepped into the house, following after Richard and he reached out with a talon to motion at the door, which closed. When he looked back the Human the young man I saw that there was a powerful welling of emotion in his glimmering Topaz of his golden gaze and his beak was parted, stuck in an unreadable mix of the same indecision Richard himself had felt mere moments before. "Richard, my boy... I-- I..."

At a loss for words, the Gryphon simply stood there, wings half-unfurled, talons held out from his body in either direction as if frozen, waiting for input. Starting to second-guess himself, Richard stayed where he was, reaching up to touch the lingering taste of Jack on his lips. "Is-- was... was that not okay? If it wasn't, I--"

The dazed expression on the Gryphon's face faded in the blink of an eye, replaced immediately by a smile that nearly split his head in half. "Okay? No, my boy... thy kiss was perfection... thy touch: pure euphoria... my every second with thee: heaven."

Unable to tell whether he was being overly dramatic or if our close contact had some kind of metaphysical sensation for him like it had for Richard, all the Human was really able to accomplish was to blush profusely. Jack didn't really give him a chance to consider it though since his spread arms turned into an invitation for a fresh hug. Richard didn't miss out, moving immediately to him and renewing their embrace. The Gryphon's wings folded but, rather than settling on his back, they wrapped around the teen just like his arms, engulfing him in a cocoon of Gryphon feathers.

Although Jack had always been airy and only ever semi-tangible, Richard was used to a quasi-present companion but, at that moment, the Gryphon felt surprisingly physical. Having never really considered their difference in size, the Human had a moment of surprise when he considered that the Spirit could easily have outweighed him by thirty or forty pounds, and that only became more apparent when Jack exerted the size and mass difference by moving the two of them across the room and, as the Gryphon's wings withdrew from around him, Richard found his back pressed against the wall.

Jack leaned down and instigated a fresh kiss, proving without a doubt that he hadn't minded the first one. Richard felt a little intimidated by the large Spirit but, more than that, he felt relief, and smiled when the Gryphon tried to kiss with a lipless beak. It didn't seem to so much as slow Jack, who was more than willing to try his best regardless and it was more than good enough to speed up the teen's heart in response; the fact that a hybrid raptor-lion hybrid had him pinned against wall wasn't lost to him but the rapid introduction of adrenaline wasn't as much fight-or-flight as it was an entirely different response; he didn't fear Jack.

Richard let out a soft exhale through his nose, a gentle 'mmmm' escaping from their kiss as his fingers began to travel across the Gryphon's chest, reaching up to where his tunic was laced closed and he parted the fabric down to Jack's abdomen by pulling it open; the Spirit shivered when the Human's fingers slid into his chest fur, which was so light a shade of yellow as to almost be white. Richard has experienced a few occasions when he'd been able to touch the fur elsewhere on Jack's body but it had felt coarse. In comparison, the short, slightly-curled fur of his chest was so incredibly soft.

Jack certainly didn't seem to mind, his eyelids fluttering as his body shook. His shivering got so bad, in fact, that the Gryphon's beak began to rattle, causing Richard to slowly disengage. "Are... are you alright, Jack?"

Eyes closing, the Gryphon lowered his head until their foreheads touched, and he spoke softly, his voice husky and... hungry. "I am better than I have ever been, my boy."

Richard swallowed the tightness developing in his throat. He let a breath escape him as he attempted to control his own voice before he addressed the thoughts that had occupied his mind ever since his lips first touched Jack's beak. "Do you-- would... I mean... are spirits able to... do..." he faltered, trying to find the right words that would be worthy of he thought to propose to the noble Spirit. "...more... intimate things?"

Jack's body enveloped his as he pulled Richard close again, the Gryphon's feathery brow brushing against his temple, nose, and cheek, not unlike a dog rubbing its head against its favorite human companion. "Yes. Sprits can... and may... and will..."

He slowly pulled away, opening his eyes, which gleamed with such powerful Golden light that it illuminated his features in the dim light of the house. Although one talon remained on Richard's hip the other caressed the side of the teen's face as Jack spoke softly, voice quivering with emotion. "...that is-- if thou wouldst have me."

Richard's mouth went dry as he considered what it was the Gryphon proposed-- or had he himself proposed it? The thoughts were all a jumble in the teen's mind as his hands continued to travel their way across Jack's body, drawing his tunic back and revealing more and more of his finely built frame. The Spirit had the build of a warrior, but it was tempered by a lithe athleticism that suggested that his physicality was far more than brute strength; Richard's eyes took in the view hungrily.

Having very nearly lost his nerve twice, the teen chose not to linger on indecision, and instead moved things forward. Clearing his throat, Richard somehow managed to keep his voice even despite it threatening to crack. "Will you follow me to the bedroom?"

To accentuate his suggestion, Richard took a step back toward the hallway, still holding onto the edge of the Gryphon's tunic. Without realizing when it'd happened, the Human found that the article of clothing had somehow come off of his companion entirely and he found himself gripping one end of it. Before the teen could fully come to grips with the completely bare torso facing him, Jack had taken hold of the trailing edge of the tunic so that they each had one end of it gripped. Only at that point did the spirit reply, his voice soft but certain. "Richard, my boy, needst thou even ask? I would follow thee freely to the ends of the Earth."

The teen moved down the hall, each step more surreal than the last and Jack followed willingly. Richard pushed the door open with his foot and turned around as he entered; Jack was right behind him with a smile on his beak. The Human let go of his hold of the tunic to free up both of his hands so he could touch the Gryphon again, losing his fingers in Jack's chest fur. He could tell that Jack enjoyed the attention from the way the Spirit's fur and feathers puffed out, but more so due to the bright gleam of Golden light shining in his eyes.

Jack let go of his hold of the tunic and the article of clothing dissolved in a wisp of yellow smoke before it could hit the ground. Richard's hands drew down the Gryphon's ribs, fingers following the ridges beneath his fur and flesh until their tips brushed across the top of the Spirit's leather britches. Jack let out a soft, almost purring sound and drew even closer, lowering his beak to gently brush through Richard's hair. The Gryphon's talons slid up beneath the Human's shirt, drawing lightly across his back even as he spoke. "Ah, Richard... how is it that a Spirits such as myself could be so luck as to have one such as thee to call mine?"

Richard smiled, even as he let Jack pull his shirt up and off. He renewed the embrace even as the Gryphon tossed the shirt onto a nearby chair. The teen pressed his head against Jack's chest, ear lost into the fur, and thoughts drowned by the spirit's tangible body heat. "You've had that luck for eighteen years... I'm just starting to realize how lucky -I- am."

Jack rested his beak atop my Richard's, pulling him into an even tighter hug. Since both were shirtless, the Gryphon's belly fur felt cushioned the teen's sternum in an amazingly soft embrace; Jack's entire body felt soft-- except for something hard in the front of his pants. Drowning in the hormones brought on by the close contact, Richard found himself at a loss. It wasn't something he'd ever considered before, and he felt entirely out of his depth. The teen knew what he wanted, but he wasn't certain how to get to that point, and he hoped that his companion would understand his request. "This is... a little new for me. Could you... maybe... take the lead? Please?"

A corona of light engulfed Jack's eyes, almost giving the impression that they were on fire, and his triangular tongue emerged to lick the edge of his beak; Richard could clearly see a powerful Golden illumination from deep within the Gryphon's throat as he spoke. "Thou needst do no more than ask, my boy... thy request is as much a mirror to my own desire as anything I have ever felt. Tonight, you are mine."

Although Richard had come to love the Olde English 'thou' and 'thy' from the Gryphon he had to admit that there was something so much more intimate when Jack spoke casually, and he smiled in response. "Only if you are mine."

No sooner had he spoken than he felt himself being hoisted up off the ground. "Agreed."

Even compared to how everything about Spirits normally felt surreal, his strength was supernatural. The Gryphon had Richard off his feet and laid him down on his bed even as the Gryphon settled himself onto the young man. Despite the fact that Jack's presence engulfed him, Richard felt neither restrained nor crushed; he could tell the Spirit was there but he wasn't weighed down. Strangely, however, the mattress creaked beneath their combined weights rather than just the teen's.

Jack gazed down at Richard, adoration in his eyes. The Human's hands found their way to the Gryphon's chest again even as the Spirit propped himself up with his arms. Richard whispered his next statement. "You are so amazing..."

Smiling, the Gryphon shifted his weight so he could hold himself up with just one arm, little wisps of yellow flame blazing in his eyes. "Thou art well suited to that word thyself, my boy... now hush... I wish to hear thy breath."

It took Richard a moment to realize what the Spirit meant by that until Jack stole it from him via a gasp as the Gryphon's free talon moved to press against the teen's chest and his claws slowly and gently raked their way down the Human's abdomen. Richard's lungs froze as his entire body shivered and a tingle rose from his tailbone and shot its way up to the base of his skull. Several seconds passed before the teen was able to release his breath and, when he finally did his voice came out as a shaky wheeze. "....woooow..."

Jack's smile widened and he closed his eyes in appreciation like he did when listening to classical music that had come up on Richard's play list. His tone was one of an approving critic. "Mmm... exquisite."

Mirroring his example, the teen closed his eyes and let the sensations of the Gryphon's touch envelop his entire being. Despite having no sense of sight, Richard found that he could tell where Jack was despite being unable to see him. It was far different than being physically near someone where the faint movement of air or the shifting of a floorboard gave away their presence; in the case of the Gryphon, Richard could feel him with sense that went beyond the mundane five. It was something else, and it was enough to take up all of the teen's attention-- right up until the moment he felt his jeans being unbuttoned.

That was enough to make him open his eyes, and Richard saw that the Gryphon had moved to lay beside him, using a single talon to open the crotch of his pants. Although he wanted to sound certain and approving, his voice betrayed him by revealing the hesitation and trepidation that still hounded him. "Jack? I..."

The Gryphon's smile never faltered and his talon left the zipper. "Thou hath nothing to fear, my boy... if thou art not ready then--"

Unwilling to let his second-guessing ruin what he knew he wanted, Richard shook my head. "No. I'm ready, Jack... I-- this... this is... good. I-- it's just..."

The talon that had been on the teen's pants rose up and took hold of one of his hands. "I shall take thee as far as thou dost wish. If, at any point, we are going too far thou needst only tell me stop, and thy word shall be my law. Richard, I am thy Guardian, and I shall protect thee from everything... even mine own desires."

Although there were any number of clues as to how Richard had been able to tell that Jack's body was responding to their interaction, it was the first time the Gryphon had clearly and openly proclaimed his own wants, and it made the teen want him all the more. Without waiting for the Spirit to continue, Richard unzipped his own jeans and wriggled out of them and his underwear at the same time. Jack's eyes explored the teen's naked body with the care and attention of a lover's caress before returning to gaze at his face. The Gryphon's smile renewed and they each mirrored one another's move to meet in the middle with a fresh kiss.

Richard's tasted the Spirit again, not unlike when he was saved in the bathroom, but it was also entirely different-- it was much less spiritual and much more tangible. Instead of the sunshine of Eastbourne the heat the teen felt was from the Spirit's body. He didn't taste the heavy dark wheaty flavor of a midland stout; he tasted the heady, feral tingle of the Gryphon's saliva. He didn't hear the cascading roar of the Malham Cove Waterfall or smell the wildflowers of Devonshire; Richard heard ruffling of feathers and fur-- he smelled the musky scent of an aroused Gryphon.

When lips and beak parted Richard realized that he could hold back no longer. The teen had never spoken so eagerly, desperately or honestly in his life. "Jack... I-- I want this. I want you."

Jack's smile was a combination of humor, desire, and confidence. "Then thou shalt have me in spades, my boy."

The Gryphon's touch remained gentle as he reached down to slide one of his talons around the Human's forearm and he lifted Richard up so that he was holding the teen entirely against his body; only then did Richard realize that, rather than finishing the task of doffing his leather breeches Jack had simply caused them to disappear and the Human's legs were wrapped around the Gryphon's naked hips; the Spirit's maleness lay throbbing against his own erection, no longer separated by clothing. There was enough room between them that Richard's view was unrestricted.

Jack's chest and belly fur continued down to his groin and the insides of his thighs. Between his legs was a long, tapered, furless length as thick as Richard's. Although the young man was of average length, the Gryphon had him beat by at least an inch, but the tapered member was far different than anything Richard had seen. Hanging beneath it was a hefty, velvety sac furred and of the same color as Jack's belly fur. The testicles within had to have been easily each larger than a golf ball.

Even as the teen stared, his attention was pulled away by the gentle preening of the hair behind his left ear by the Gryphon. "Art thou fearful, my boy? Am I... strange?"

Richard have never been afraid of different. Looking back up to gaze into Jack's eyes, the teen lowered his hand between them to gently brush his fingers across the alien-looking flesh. "You're wonderful, Jack... every part of you."

It was warm to the touch, and the Human's fingers elicited a shiver from the Gryphon. Jack offered up another gentle 'kiss', touching his beak to the teen's lips before reaching down to take hold of Richard by the wrist. The Human had remained on the Gryphon's thighs until Jack leaned forward once more. As soon as Richard's back was against mattress the Spirit disengaged, positioning himself further down the bed and, as the fur of Jack's chest brushed across Ricahrd's exposed flesh, the teen knew what was to come. The Gryphon extended his wings, feathers wavering in the darkened room as if motivated by some unfelt wind.

Jack spoke softly even as he lowered his body to press down against Richard. His words were soft, and open, and caring. "Speak to me, Richard. Please. If something hurts thee, I wish to know."

Rather than respond verbally, the teen simply nodded, swallowing, and he grit his teeth. Watching the glowing Gold eyes even as they gazed right back at him, Richard felt Jack line himself up, pointed tip of the Gryphon's member sliding up between the Human's thighs until it grazed across the curve of his inner thigh once... twice... three times-- and then it found its target. The teen held his breath, clenching his teeth as he felt his opening spasm. Jack let out a soft exhale, which Richard reflexively mirrored, and then the Gryphon pressed firmly forward.

Richard was surprised to actually really and truly feel Jack within him; he was able to take in the sensations of being parted and opened up by the Spirit's flesh and yet, somehow, unbelievably, there was no resistance and no pain-- no stretching and no need to grow accustomed to a foreign girth splitting him open. It was just as the Gryphon had promised; Jack wouldn't and didn't hurt him.. Another shaky breath escaped the teen and felt wetness on his cheeks; only in that moment did the teen realize he was crying.

Jack had touched him deeply emotionally as a Guardian and, somehow, the teen found himself touched deeply physically as well. The Gryphon's hips pushed forward again, and Richard didn't restrain himself when he moaned in elation. Hand shaking, he raised it to hold it against the side of the Spirit's face. The Gryphon, eyes still closed, met the touch by pressing back against it with his head. The most Richard was able to manage was a whisper and he murmured softly what he finally understood. "Jack... I-- I know you love me. I love you too... but-- I think I'm IN love with you."

The Gryphon completed his slow, gentle thrust. A long, restrained breath poured out through the nostrils on his beak and Richard saw two tiny streams of glowing golden tears squeeze out of Jack's closed eyes. Slowly, the Spirit opened his eyes, illuminating the room with a soft, azure hue. Jack gazed down at the teen, blue eyes gleaming with adoration. "Richard, my boy... my love... thy words are not spoken alone."

The teen let out a gasp; his opening was emptied of Gryphon flesh as Jack withdrew, and then quickly refilled as the Spirit slid back in; the sensation was alien, but magnificent. Although Richard knew that Jack was as real as anything in his room there was still an otherworldly, ephemeral nature to it, not unlike the tingle of a foot that had fallen asleep or the soft movement of air in an otherwise still room. Despite the half-tangible tickle, each time the Spirit thrust, there was absolutely no doubt in Richard's mind that he was coupling with a feathery, furred lover and not a phantasm.

Jack's talons continued to traverse Richard's body even as the teen writhed in ecstasy at the spirit's attention. The Human's fingers took full grips of the Gryphon's chest fur, holding on as he moved his hips upward to receive each of the Spirit's thrusts, grunting, gasping, and moaning as Jack's movements started increasing in speed and power. Each time he felt his lover's heavy testicles slap into him the Human cried out; although there were no words, he let the tone speak for him: more.

The tempo continued to increase accompanied by the appearance of a low, dull rumble in Jack's chest. What had first sounded like a vibrant purr grew louder until it could be heard for what it was: a dominant, hungry, continual growl. The Gryphon was plunging into and out of him at a pace that left Richard with a kind of stimulation that Richard had never known possible. No longer bothering to lower his hips down against the mattress, the teen linked his ankles behind Jack against the small of his back, eager to accept each and every surging push from his lover.

The teen's gasps took on a much more urgent tone when the Gryphon's member massaged his prostate and his withdrawn sheath simultaneously tickled Richard's opening; he realized that he wasn't going to be able to last much longer. He almost cried out at his own lack of endurance. "Jack... I... I don't-- I'm not gonna..."

The tightness in the Gryphon's response was an unmistakable clue that Jack was also close. "I... I know, my boy... me... too..."

As if admitting it freed him to truly lose himself, Jack unfurled his wings and they began to beat the air in time with his thrusts. They nearly provided enough force to lift them both up off the mattress but, to Richard, it already felt like he was soaring. Although they didn't end up flying, the additional power caused the Gryphon's plunging surges to create cascading crackles of pleasure to spread throughout the teen from head to toe and, a moment later, he lost himself completely, crying out as Jack's assault pushed him over the edge. "Jack! Oh-- Jack! I---"

The rest of his exclamation was lost to a pure, wordless exultation of euphoria as the Gryphon's insistent movements empowered Richard's orgasm. Each powerful thrust forced the Human's ejaculations out of him with increased force, only heightening the sensation. His cry was not alone, however, and Jack immediately joined in, his feral roar harmonizing with the teen's desperate exclamation. The Human shivered, his own hips hunching forward as he felt the sensations of impossibly strong blasts of copious fluids emptied into his depths. Thick ropes of semen painted his insides, stimulating him further and prolonging his own plateau as if their orgasms fed off of one another.

Richard lost track of how long he teetered on the precipice of what he could only describe as spiritual intoxication but, eventually he came down off of his high enough to realize that Jack was slowly lowering them both back down to the mattress; the Gryphon kept his weight off the teen by keeping his kneels spread with one talon on the mattress. The Human let out a long breath; he hadn't realized how loud he'd been until he swallowed and felt how raw his throat had become. That revelation made him laugh.

Jack lowered his head, brushing his warm beak against the curve of Richard's jaw. "What brings thee such humor, my boy?"

The teen swallowed twice and the feeling already started to subside. He reached up to hug his beloved Gryphon's head and kiss his forehead. "Not humor, Jack... joy."

Even as Richard's erection began to subside so too did the Spirit's member lose its firmness and, as Jack lovingly nuzzled into the teen's touch, his shaft slipped free of the Human's body. Although Richard could feel its absence it didn't leave him feeling abandoned or left inside-out without its presence; he felt content. The Gryphon laid down beside him, pulling the Human closer in a warm hug. "Thou dost instill great joy in me as well, Deore."

Although Richard wasn't familiar with the word Jack had used to address him, the Human could tell by the Gryphon's tone that it was something he would enjoy being called much more in the future. He stroked the feathers on his lover's neck, finally calmed enough to call attention to what he'd noticed as their evening had sped up. "Your eyes, Jack... they're not gold anymore..."

He blinked, raising his talon up to brush the still-glowing yellow tears out of his feathers and he looked down at the glimmering fluid. "They are not..." his gaze rose to look Richard in the eye. "They must be blue."

The teen nodded. "Yeah... they are."

Jack nodded, as if he weren't surprised in the least. "Then all is as it should be... except we should get thee clean."

Richard looked down at himself, realizing suddenly that he was covered in the product of his own massive ejaculation. He did a double-take; Jack had been pressed against him. "Jack... why are YOU clean but I'M the one covered with--"

He didn't have a chance to finish his question as he was swept up off of the bed and carried out of the room and into the hallway. The Gryphon spoke as he carried Richard toward the bathroom. "I am a spirit, Richard... thou and I mayest interact, but I am still intangible, so thou art left to bear the task of being cleaned of thy own release."

It was one of many semi-illogical rules to which Richard had been exposed but, rather than get angry about how little sense it made he smiled, resolving to learn more about it with repeated testing and, in that line of thinking, he asked his next question. "What about yours? I mean, god-- it felt like you must have shot two cups of--"

He chuckled, nuzzling my forehead with his beak. "I am a Spirit, Deore... thou shalt have no need to clean up after me."

Richard didn't fully understand what Jack meant until he was in the shower, cleaning himself. Although he took the entirety of his own ejaculation, Jack's was made of spiritual essence, meaning there was nothing to be cleaned. Even washing himself, he was unable to find any remnants of the Gryphon's release and, even more surprising, he wasn't sore or aching or tender like he would have expected after being taken roughly. As he finished his tactile investigation he leaned forward, resting his head against the wall of the shower beneath the spigot. A moment later he felt a warm, furred body embrace him from behind.

Jack spoke softly, his voice holding a hint of levity. "Thy landlord had the wiring repaired, did he not?"

The teen slowly rotated within the Gryphon's arms, smiling at the obvious humor in the statement. "Yes, Jack. You shouldn't have to worry about any more electrocutions in the bathroom."

The Spirit's beak was full of smiles, and he leaned forward to offer a tender kiss; Richard met it eagerly. As they drew apart, Jack asked "Richard... I wish thee to know that I am still thy Guardian."

The young man blinked, confused at the statement. "Of course. Why wouldn't you?"

Jack's talons sought out one of his hands and their fingers entwined. "I am bound to thee now, Deore. Tis the reasoning behind the change in mine eyes. I have given part of myself to thee and part of thee now resides in me."

Richard wondered if he should have been intimidated by the statement and, at the same time wondered why he wasn't. "I... think I'm okay with that, Jack."

The Gryphon lowered his head, pressing his forehead to the teen's. "I am pleased, my soul. Thou hath the presence of a spirit and thou hath shared with me a part of thy humanity."

The Human pressed himself into the Spirit's arms. "Good... I'd share anything with you, Jack... everything, in fact. I already said I love you... and I mean it."

The Gryphon's grip tightened slightly, providing a firm embrace as a soft purr rumbled up from his chest. "And I give to thee just the same, Deore. Thou Art Mine and I Am Thine."

Richard smiled against the furry chest. "Then that means I am yours, and you are mine."

Jack jumped in surprise; it took the teen a moment to figure out why, until he realized that water was cascading down the Gryphon rather than falling through him. The Spirit looked confused at first but, once his gaze slowly settled on the Human it was replaced with adoration. "I have abided the passing of centuries, Richard but never before have I felt as complete as when I am with thee."

The Human stepped forward so he could stand in the stream of water and hug his Gryphon at the same time. "Then I feel even more lucky I only had to wait eighteen years to meet you."

The spirit returned the embrace with a chuckle. "It has been over a month since thou hath been inclined to find release more than once in a night."

The statement seemed to be a non-sequitor until Richard realized that his previously flaccid member was already returning to semi rigidity. At the same time, he also noticed that Jack was similarly responsive. Although he couldn't deny his interest, his inquisitive mind couldn't deny a sense of curiosity regarding the Gryphon. "So, then... how long is a gryphon's refractory period?"

Only after saying the term did Richard realize that Jack might not have been familiar with the clinical term of the length of time between being capable of ejaculation, but it turned out to be a non-issue. He stepped forward, taking hold of the teen's wrist and placing the Human's hand right on his sheath. "I am bound to thee, my boy... if thou art able then I am just as capable."

Richard smiled. "Well... if we're being honest, I don't think I've ever tested the full extent of my limits."

Even as the Human encircled the Gryphon's hardening shaft Jack reached out and took careful hold of the teen's firming member. Together, they spent the early morning finding out. Richard fell asleep just as the sun was starting to rise having learned that his limit was four.