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“A fucking deer?” Billy scoffed. “You’re telling me the famous King Steve is a goddamn prey animal?”
Tommy looked at him in surprise, eyebrows shooting up to his hairline. “What’s his species have to do with it?” He asked, negating his own point seconds later when he added. “Deers are rare, and stags are still strong, so it doesn’t really matter that he’s a prey animal.”
Billy scoffed again, rolling his eyes as his tail flicked from side to side. Tommy had a point about rarity, it did make a difference, especially in small towns like this where the majority of the population were dogs, cats and rabbits. It was one of the reasons why Billy had been such a shock to the system, a lion walking into a Midwest high school was bound to get people talking. As an apex predator it was his right to be top of the food chain, so when he’d asked about the current ‘top dog’ as it were he’d expected another predator. A wolf or a bear even.
Not a fucking deer.
He still hadn’t met this King Steve face to face yet, but he could already picture him. Large eyes, soft skin, probably skittish and demure. He’d spied a top-of-the-line BMW in the parking lot when he’d arrived, which Tommy, lap dog extraordinaire, had told him belonged to Steve so it was more likely that Steve ruled the school due to his daddy’s money than through good old fashioned animal kingdom savagery.
If that was the case, Billy couldn’t really compete on that front, but a show of force should be enough to cement himself as the new school royalty. Steve had most likely never been physically challenged before, it would probably only take one roar for the little deer to show his throat and bow to him.
Billy chuffed and shook his head, his golden mane of hair cascading around him in a way that had most of the girls and a good deal of the boys staring. “Whatever. You said he’s on the basketball team, guess I’ll see for myself what all this fuss is about at practice then.”
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Billy had been at least partially right in his imaginings. Steve did have large eyes, in a deep chocolaty brown that matched his thick hair, and a smattering of moles over his pale skin which did indeed look like it would be very soft to touch. His antlers were small and delicate, only two pronged and barely peeking through that mound of hair on his head, and he had the most adorable little brown and white tail which Billy desperately wanted to grab.
He wasn’t skittish though. In fact he was downright aloof, completely ignoring Billy’s barbs and attempts at engagement. Even when Billy was butting up against his back during practice, growling in his ear as he shit talked, knocking him down and stealing the ball. Steve didn’t seem phased, just a bit confused. Which Billy found utterly infuriating.
It wasn’t until they got to the showers that he got any kind of response.
After Tommy had left Billy turned back to Steve with a sneer, his large canines flashing in the light. “So, King Steve.” He rumbled, reaching out and turning the other boy’s shower off to make sure he looked at him. “Gotta say, I didn’t expect someone like you to hold that title.” He raked his eyes up and down Steve’s body meaningfully, noting the remains of childhood dappling along his back, that was probably where he’d gotten his moles from. “Figured Bambi would be more appropriate.”
Steve tilted his head, studying Billy silently before his lips quirked up at the sides. “It’s an old nickname, you know ‘king of the forest’.” He gestured to his antlers and attempted to return to what he was doing.
“Pretty sure you need bigger antlers to be called king of anything.” Billy muttered, annoyed that he still hadn’t gotten a real rise out of Steve yet.
“I shed like a month ago, this is new growth.” Steve explained, his eyes crinkling at the corners like he found Billy’s lack of knowledge of his biology cute or something. “I haven’t been a two pointer since middle school.”
“A what?” Billy asked before he could stop himself.
“Don’t worry your pretty little head about it, kitty.” Steve said, his smile smug and infuriating and Billy felt his hackles raising.
“What the fuck did you just call me?” He spat, his tail flicking angrily from side to side as his hands curled into fists. “I should…”
“You should what? Beat me up?” Steve asked, his face the picture of innocence. “I’d like to see you try Simba.” Before Billy had a chance to react Steve was walking past him, his fingers gliding delicately over Billy’s lower back. “Meet me at the quarry tonight if you’re that set on making a challenge, we’ll see who the real king is then.” He husked into Billy’s ear, grinning when he shivered.
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Billy was raring to go as he pulled up next to Steve’s car, his challenge still ringing in his ears all these hours later. The sun had set an hour ago, but the moon was bright enough to highlight the deer’s fine facial features as he stared up at the sky, perched delicately on the hood of his car. Deciding to follow his adrenaline Billy kicked open the door to his own car and strode over to the other boy.
“Alright Harrington let’s get…” Before he could finish his sentence Billy found himself face down on the hood of Steve’s car.
He hadn’t even seen the deer move.
“Let’s get this over with? Is that what you were going to say Billy?” Steve asked, bending Billy’s arm behind his back until he let out a pained grunt. “I think it’s already over, don’t you?”
“Get the fuck off me.” Billy growled, bucking against Steve as best he could in his current position, which wasn’t much considering how well pinned he now was. He only really succeeded in grinding back against Steve’s crotch, gasping when he felt the hard line of the other boy’s dick in his slacks. “You’re…you’re fucking hard?”
“Oh yeah. Wouldn’t have thought it but your little attempt at a pissing contest earlier set off my rut. Never would have guessed that I wanted to mount a puffed-up house cat but here we are.” Steve’s breath was hot against his cheek as he rolled his hips, pressing Billy more heavily against the car.
“I’m not…I’m not a fucking house cat.” Billy replied, unsure why that was the thing he was most incensed about, trying to ignore the way his own dick was filling in his jeans.
“My apologies.” Steve pressed his smile into Billy’s skin, beginning to kiss down his neck. “You’re a brave little lion, king of the jungle, right?”
“R-right.” Billy had already stopped fighting, his brain too busy short circuiting with every gentle touch Steve was giving him to even think about trying to break his hold.
“To bad we’re not in the jungle then, isn’t it? We’re in the forest.” Steve said before biting down on the meat of his shoulder, his blunt teeth causing Billy to gasp out in pain even if they didn’t puncture the skin. He was going to have a bruise there tomorrow though, there was no doubt about that. “And I’m not giving up my crown, but I am happy to get myself a queen.”
It was the feeling of Steve’s hand snaking beneath him, toying with the top button on his jeans that had Billy struggling again. With a roar he managed to wiggle out from under the other boy, staggering backwards until he bumped up against his own car. “N-no.” He panted, trying to puff out his chest and make himself bigger as the fear of his own desire caused tingles to shoot up his spine.
“No?” Steve asked, glancing pointedly at the tent in Billy’s jeans. “You’re telling me all that hair pulling earlier wasn’t you trying to mark your territory? Wasn’t you riling me because you wanted to…what is it that lions get? Is it heat?”
Billy nodded slowly. “Yeah, heat. Only girls get that though.”
A pleased grin slowly spread over Steve’s face, and he settled back against the BMW, crossing his arms casually. “Oh, so were you in heat little kitty? Is that why you couldn’t control yourself?”
“I’m not a fucking girl.” Billy snapped, taking a step forward. “And I’m not…I wasn’t doing that shit to flirt with you…I was…I was challenging you.”
“Sure you were, pretty boy sounds like such a non-flirtatious way to issue a challenge.”
Billy could feel a flush creeping up the back of his neck, he hadn’t even realised that he’d called Steve that. He also hadn’t realised just how right Steve was until it was stated out loud. He’d been preening, sure it may have started out as a play for power, but the second Steve had ignored him it had become something else.
His father’s words played out in his head, adding to his fear and without meaning to Billy spoke them aloud. “Predators don’t lay down for prey.”
Something is Steve’s eyes darkened and he pushed away from the car, stalking up to Billy with the kind of lithe grace that only a deer-type hybrid could attain. “Is that so?” He asked once he was close enough that his breath ghosted over Billy’s face. Steve’s hand shot out suddenly, tangling in Billy’s hair and he yanked Billy forward, crashing their lips together.
Billy stared at Steve’s closed eyes in shock, too tense to even contemplate kissing him back. Despite how much he wanted to.
“Lay down.” Steve whispered as he pulled back, eyes fluttering open. He smiled, stroking the pad of his thumb over Billy’s cheek. “You know you want to. Lay down for me Billy, come on. Face down on the hood.”
Billy shivered, his gaze darting around like he expected to see Neil watching him from the treeline. “I…”
Steve kissed him again, soft and gentle as he walked Billy backwards until he bumped into the bonnet of the Camaro. Billy sat down without protest, finally kissing back with a desperation and a passion that he hadn’t realised lived within him.
“There we go. Good kitty, lay down for me.” Steve cooed, his smile proud and coaxing as Billy did as he was told, shivering despite the heat coursing through him. Steve’s hands trailed down his chest until they rested at his waistband. He popped the button on Billy’s jeans, looking Billy in the eye as he caressed his thighs. “Tell me Billy, tell me what you want.”
“I want…” Billy swallowed. “I want you to fuck me.”
“Good boy.” Steve finally began to work Billy’s jeans down his legs, grinning when he noticed that Billy wasn’t wearing underwear. “You know what I want?” He asked, retrieving a packet of lube from his slacks and ripping it open with his teeth.
Billy shook his head, gasping as a slick finger pressed against his entrance. “N-no, what…what do you want?”
“I want you to purr for me.”
Billy frowned, bearing down on the finger as Steve worked him open. “I c…I can’t.” He broke off into a moan when Steve added a second finger and began massaging at his prostate. “I can’t purr.”
“You’re a cat, aren’t you? Go on, purr for me Billy.” Steve leant forward, nosing at Billy’s jaw, kissing and licking at the salty skin there.
“I’m a lion. Lions can’t purr.” Billy tried to explain, desperate for Steve to understand him, to not think that he was just being bad. He chuffed as Steve sucked a mark onto his neck, rolling his hips down and whining when Steve pulled his fingers free.
“Now what was that if not a purr?” Steve asked, smoothing the rest of the lube down his surprisingly large cock before guiding it past Billy’s slight resistance. “Go on baby, do it again.”
Billy chuffed again instantly, his chest clenching when Steve smiled at him. He let his head thunk back against the cool metal of the car bonnet, chuffing happily when Steve followed and rested his head in the crook of Billy’s neck as he bottomed out.
Steve sucked mark after mark into Billy’s skin as he slowly rolled his hips, moaning into the dark night air. He gripped Billy by the waist, tugging him closer to the edge of the hood as he began to speed up, thrusting deep and hard. “Fuck, you feel so good little lion. Such a good queen for me. You wanna rule the school baby? That’s fine. We can rule it together.”
“Steve.” Billy gasped, followed by a moan of his own, throwing his head back as he came, splattering both of their shirts. He wound his legs around Steve’s waist in encouragement for him to keep going, enjoying the almost painful shockwaves of pleasure coursing through him as Steve kept ramming against his prostate.
“Yeah?” Steve asked, thrusting a handful more times before stilling with a groan, painting Billy’s insides with his pleasure, marking him in one of the most primal ways he could. “You like that sweet kitty? King of the jungle and king of the forest, ruling together?”
“Yeah.” Billy replied, tangling his fingers in Steve’s hair and pulling him in for a sweet, lazy kiss. If this is what it meant to lay down for a prey animal, then he’d happily give up his title as predator.