Viggo looked himself over in the mirror not quite believing his eyes. He had a tail.

It looked like a natural extension of him and reached almost down to the floor. He swished it irately, made angry by its very existent. It was his natural skin color and covered with downy hairs, looking eerily like a cat's tail with its even thickness and blunt tip. He curled it and reached around himself to touch his forehead doubting that there ever was a cat with control over its tail. However he had gotten it, he apparently knew exactly how to use it. He opened the door to the bathroom and popped his head out.

"Hunny," he said striving to keep his voice calm.

"Yeah," a sleepy voice responded from the bed and a head crowned by black curls popped out from under the covers.

"When you said the story of who you are and where you come from was complicated you weren't lying, were you?"

"How so?"

More of the delicious body of his lover appeared from under the covers but for once he was not going to let that distract him.

"Because..." Viggo said steeping out from the bathroom, "I HAVE A FUCKING TAIL."

"Oh," was the eloquent response he got when his lover of three years sat up in the bed letting the covers drop to his waist. "Sorry?"

"Sorry won't cut it this time. I never asked how come we never run out of chocolate or ice cream even though I know for a fact I took the last. I haven't asked when the toaster that had been broken for years started working even without being plugged in. And I didn't even ask when I looked in the mirror and realized I was younger than I was yesterday... But this time I will ask: WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU?"

Orlando, or whatever his real name was, winced and looked down in shame.

"I'm a god," he said, his voice making clear that he didn't expect to be believed. "When you opened the sarcophagus that held my spirit you released me. To begin with I really had no memories, I never have just after waking, and when I remembered, you had already constructed a story that you believed in... I'm sorry."

Viggo pondered it, looking at the tired slump of Orlando's shoulders. He could easily believe that his lover was a god. It didn't even matter if it was the true story or not, he would always be a god to Viggo.

"You say you never have any memories after waking... This happened before?"

"Yeah..."

"So you will leave me?"

"Only if you stop loving me... or die, or..."

He looked like he was trying to say something more but no sound would come over his lips. Viggo thought he could fill in the blanks anyway... or if you don't believe me.

"I do believe that you are a god, love," he said, not wanting to scare his lover unnecessarily. "And I won't stop loving you... but I can't do much about dying."

Orlando launched himself from the bed and into Viggo's arms, kissing him soundly. "I'll keep you from dying," he said after pulling away.

"Good," Viggo said smiling. "Did I say the right thing then? You won't go away?"

"I'll be yours forever now," Orlando said happily. "Because you believe in me."

Viggo kissed him lightly. "That still leaves the whole matter of my tail."

Orlando blushed. "I just thought it would be hot."

"Hot? With a tail?"

Orlando's blush deepened and Viggo suddenly realized what he'd been thinking.

"I can't see why that would be hot," he lied, letting his tail caress Orlando's back.

"I just... urm... thought that it could be... oh..." Orlando's eyes widened as Viggo's tail slipped into his crack to rub over his hole. "Different," he finished weakly.

Viggo smirked, quite getting into the whole having a tail thing now that he knew it wasn't permanent. He pressed his lips to Orlando's, teasing the other man with his tongue as he started moving them towards the bed. Orlando moaned against Viggo's mouth as his lover let his tail slide up and down his crack.

"You're getting nice and wet for me, aren't you?" Viggo purred. The self-lubrication was another quirk of Orlando's that he'd never questioned.

"Yeah," Orlando gasped.

Viggo smiled, pushing Orlando down on the bed. Orlando landed on his back and quickly scrambled up on the bed so that he was lying in the middle of it with his hands wrapped around the headboard.

"You're so beautiful," Viggo said moving so that he was kneeling between Orlando's legs looking down at the beauty displayed before him.

Orlando was a work of art and Viggo couldn't believe that no one until now had accepted he was god. His body was slim yet well defined, and his skin looked golden in the soft light in the bedroom. The cock that curled against his stomach was long, thick and uncut, just the way that Viggo liked it. Long shaped legs were spread out on either side of Viggo and the face of an angel was gazing at him with soft brown eyes. A sudden thought struck Viggo and he frowned.

"Is this your true shape?" he asked letting his tail paint a circle around Orlando's navel.

"Yes and no... When you woke me, my body was shaped to respond to your innermost desires."

"So if I'd have been straight, you would have been a girl."

Orlando made a face. "Yes. I have in fact been a girl in most my incarnations. It seems mostly straight men are drawn to archaeology."

Viggo chuckled. "And most of them are old..."

"Don't talk about it, please. This is the form I would have chosen for myself if I had the chance, and you are the first of my rescuers that I have truly loved back."

Viggo smiled. "I bet you say that to all the sexy Indiana Jones types that save you."

Orlando laughed. "I wish."

Viggo laughed with him and bent down to give him a quick kiss. His life had been empty and pointless before he met Orlando; in more ways than one they had saved each other.

Still smiling Viggo let his tail curl over a nipple, savoring the way Orlando gasped. He bent down running his tongue over the same nipple letting the tail slide back down to tease Orlando's hole.

"Ooooh," Orlando moaned, letting go of the headboard to grip Viggo's head instead. "Don't stop."

Viggo smiled against Orlando's skin; he had a feeling this would be one of those nights where he made his lover come over and over again without recuperation. It was another one of Orlando's little eccentricities that Viggo highly appreciated. He teased Orlando's hard nipple with his tongue before sucking it into his mouth and nibbling on it.

"Yeah... ooooh... yeah," Orlando moaned, arching up from the bed in an attempt to rub his cock against Viggo's stomach.

Viggo shifted so that Orlando wouldn't be able to reach him as he moved over to lavish the same attention on Orlando's other nipple. Meanwhile, he let his tail breach the tight ring of muscles slipping into the wet heat that was Orlando.

"Oooooh... yeah," Orlando groaned, gripping Viggo's skull so hard he was afraid it would break.

"Headboard," Viggo demanded and Orlando complied, letting go of Viggo's abused head to grip the frame instead.

It was a combination of the weirdest and hottest thing Viggo had ever experienced: letting his tail fuck Orlando. It felt nice but not overwhelmingly nice like fucking Orlando with his cock felt, so he could watch every move Orlando made and listen to every sound without having his mind fogged with lust. His lover was trashing on the bed and Viggo raised his head to look at him, using his thumbs to keep flicking Orlando's swollen nipples as he watched his face intently. He recognized the signs that told him his lover was about to come, so he moved his tail faster and thrust it deeper with every move.

"Yes... oh... yes... Viiiggo," Orlando wailed as he came in violent spurts, his face a picture of abandonment.

Viggo didn't let up his relentless pace but moved down Orlando's sweaty body to lick his rock hard cock. A great shudder went through Orlando and more come welled out of him like from a geyser. Viggo smiled and took the head of Orlando's cock into his mouth, sucking it lightly and tasting Orlando's delicious come. His lover was moaning continuously, one sound impossible to distinguish from the next. Viggo kept sucking, moving his mouth up and down the thick length while he fucked Orlando with his tail until his lover flooded his mouth with yet another load. He swallowed as much as he could manage and kept the rest in his mouth, crawling up Orlando's body to feed it to him in a kiss.

Orlando eagerly accepted his offering, sucking on Viggo's tongue and wrapping his arms around him. Viggo kept his tail still inside of Orlando, shifting so that his aching cock was also lined up against Orlando's hole.

"Is this what you wanted?" he asked hoarsely.

Orlando's eyes were black with pleasure as he nodded. "Please..."

Viggo reached down to guide himself as he slowly started pushing forward. It was a tight fit and he almost gave up when the outer ring of muscles resisted his intrusion, but Orlando's strangled moan convinced him that his lover was enjoying it. He pushed harder and suddenly the resistance gave way and he was sliding in.

"God..." he moaned as Orlando's body gripped him tighter than ever before, almost hard enough to hurt.

Orlando whimpered his appreciation, head lolling from side to side limplessly as he pulled his legs up to let Viggo get closer.

"Oooooooh," he wailed when Viggo was fully sheathed and another few strands of come escaped him.

Viggo held still for a few seconds before he shifted slightly and curled his tail. A shock of pleasure went through Viggo and he did it again. Soon he got a rhythm going and using both his appendages to fuck Orlando he reduced his lover to a shuddering sweaty mess.

"It feels so good, love," Viggo panted. "I... mmm... love you."

Orlando didn't manage a reply amidst his whimpers but his eyes told Viggo all he wanted to know.

"Come for me, love," he begged. "Come for me until you've got nothing left."

Orlando moved one hand from the bed frame and grabbed his cock, pulling on it in time with Viggo's thrusts. Viggo panted, trying to bite back his own release as he urged his lover on. In a move he didn't think he would manage, he slowly pulled his tail out only stopping when Orlando's wail told him he had found the right spot. Biting his lip, he kept thrusting hard and deep with his cock while he curled his tail back and forth over Orlando's pleasure spot until his lover was coming again for the last time.

Orlando screamed out loud as his body convulsed in violent spasm and seed pumped out of him in thick ropes that landed everywhere. Viggo kept riding him through the monumental orgasm before letting go of his own control and emptying his load deep inside his pliant and lax lover with a drawn out groan.

Still breathing harshly Viggo pulled out of Orlando and dropped to the bed beside him.

"You okay?" he asked weakly.

"Yeah," Orlando murmured rolling over to plaster himself against Viggo's side.

"Will you remove the tail later?"

"Dun thing so," Orlando replied sleepy.

Viggo chuckled and wrapped his arms around his beloved. They could talk about it later; after all they had all of eternity to discuss it.

The End