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He growled low in his throat.
    Carl responded. "Yes. Yes! I want you, need you. Whatever--I'll suck you or you can fuck me or anything. We just have to do something, anything. Now!"
    Zyl reacted at once. He let go of Carl's body to grab his T-shirt, jerking it up and over his head. Though not a big man, Carl was well built and apparently managed to get enough sun not to be stark white under the shirt. A light dusting of pale hair circled his flat tan nipples and darted down to his belt. Not quite blond or brown, but a subtle shade in between, a few darker hairs mingled with the light. Definitely feline fur, though. Not cheetah--maybe ocelot? That image flashed through Zyl's mind before lust took over completely.
    Carl began tugging at Zyl's shirt, popped off one button and fumbled the others free until Zyl could shrug it off. They pressed together then, skin to skin, with a sizzle of energy and heat that should have scorched them both. They rubbed, in a distinctly cat-like way, against each other's bodies, the tawny hair on Zyl's chest making a silky mat between them. Through it, there was enough contact to heighten mutual awareness for both of them. Zyl felt Carl's cock stiffen even more. It pushed against his lower abdomen through two layers of denim, while his bucked in the confines of his Levi's. It was time to get rid of their pants, too.
    Zyl released Carl and took a short step back as he reached to undo his belt and lower the zipper on his jeans. Dragged by the weight of the belt, they slipped off his lean hips. A slight shove and twist sent his shorts after them. The fabric pooled around his ankles.
    Carl lost no time in copying Zyl's actions. In seconds, his denims and Jockeys were also on the floor. Almost before his clothes hit the deck, Carl dropped to his knees in front of Zyl. With care bordering on reverence, he reached to close one hand around Zyl's now fully erect dick.
    "Oooohhhh." The sound Carl made came somewhere between a moan, a sigh and a gasp.
    Zyl felt his whole body go taut as Carl's hand closed around him. Although the touch was more gentle than demanding, it sang through his nerves like savannah wind through tall grass. He could almost hear the sound of the surging energy. He could both hear and feel his accelerating heartbeat and the rush of blood pouring into the sensitive, powerful bit of his flesh that the other man held and then began to stroke, in a slow yet urgent rhythm.
    When Carl bent forward and put his lips over the tip of Zyl's prick, he almost exploded. "Wait," he managed in a half-gasp. "We should be doing this to each other, both at the same time. For starting the shifting activation, I mean."
    "What?" Carl drew back, looking up at Zyl with a blend of shock, fright and confusion painting his face. "Are you sure? I mean, I'm not sure this will even work or if I really want it to. I just want to share something special with you."
    Zyl hesitated for a breath or two. An unexpected tenderness and concern swept over him. He wasn't used to feeling any care for others, except a few of his close contacts in the Were-kind world, who were off limits for sex. But for a human? Sure, in his human guise he'd had sex with various human males. It had generally been satisfactory, but he'd never felt a quiver of emotional attachment. The act either filled a sudden and immediate need or provided a means to get close to someone for information or influence.
    With a shock, he recognized this was different. Maybe it was because he was so sure Carl really was Were-kind, too, although for now not a member of his team or under the same command, so therefore not strictly off limits. No, if he was honest with himself, he had to accept it went deeper.
    He put his hand lightly over the kneeling man's head. "Get up, my friend. We should meet as equals here and share this fully with each other. Don't you have a bed, someplace we can be comfortable?"
    Carl struggled to his feet, wobbling a moment before finding his