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Humiliation

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The sweet chocolate aroma of warm and fresh baked brownies filled the air of the Wyvern kitchen and wafted through the dining room and curled around to the rest of castle, invading every nostril it came across with it’s warm fresh baked scent. Broadway stood in front of the slowly cooling stove wearing his bright red "Kiss the cook" apron and large white puffed up chef’s hat. He was aware he had a small audience that night.

"I think they are cool enough to cut," the portly gargoyle picked up a butter knife. " If it’s okay with your parents I’ll let you have one before you go to bed." He turned around to face who was standing behind him.

"I can have a brownie?" Charlie asked.

"Sure you can," Broadway made four neat vertical lines through the chocolate cake like treat. "If only your parents think it’s okay."

The toddler turned around and took a deep breath."Mama! Dada!"

The adult gargoyle set his knife down and turned around. "That is not how you ask them." He reached down and picked up the three year old. "Do you know where they are?"

Charlie tried to squirm out of his arms. "Put me down. I’m not a baby." He wrenched his arms free and tried to crawl out of Broadway’s arms.

"If you tell me where your parents are I’ll put you down."

"I will," The end of his tail thrashed against Broadway’s large body. "Put me down, peas."

"Dada is with Gowiath, dunno where mama."

"Your mother is right here," the lovely enchanting voice of Demona was heard before the immortal gargoyle stepped inside the kitchen. She smiled at her son and law"Somebody has been baking brownies." She kneeled down and stretched her arms as her son raced to her.

"Would you like one?" Broadway asked. "I want to give Charlie one, but I have to make sure you are fine with it."

Her eyes fell onto her son. "He might sleep better with a warm treat in his belly and a bed time story, but he should ask you first. What do you say Charlie?"

The hatchling smiled back up at his mother before he turned to Broadway. "May I have a brownie, please?"

Broadway reached into one of the cabinets and pulled out a small plastic glass. He set it down on the counter near the stove before he finished cutting the brownies.With a large smile spread across his dopey face he hands Charlie a small square wrapped in a white napkin decorated with blue and red flowers. "Here you go, I’m sure you are going to want some milk."

Demona watched her son take his first bite of the cake like square."What do you say son?" She asked after Charlie had finished chewing.

Her son wiped away the chocolate crumbs sticking to his face. "Thank you Broadway and thank you for the milk." He accepted the glass with an out stretched hand and took a sip.

"Who is Matt going to be patrolling with tonight?"

"He isn’t," Demona grabbed another napkin and wiped her son’s mouth. "He and I are going to have our special night together."

"Okay," Broadway held up his hands . "I don’t want to hear about anything."

She smiled. "Trust me I won’t give you any details about anything like that." She held up her napkin ready to Charlie’s face and decided it was better to wait until after her son was finished with his snack. "Do you want me or Dada to tell you your bed time story."

Charlie swallowed. "I want you mama, pwease?"

His response caused her mother to smile again. He may still need to have a few pronunciation lessons but he was learning his manners.

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Matt had a feeling his mate was almost finished tucking in Charlie and wanted to get ready. Golden talons lifted the linen cover that concealed the contents of what was in the locked wooden trunk. Matt took the key from the night stand and inserted into the lock and twisted it to the right. The unmistakable click of it being unlocked was heard before he heard the door to his room open.

"Is he asleep?" He asked before he pulled the curved metal arm out the lock and opened the lid of the trunk. The wooden trunk has been kept underneath their bed for over a year, without anyone, not even Owen, learning of it’s location.

"Had a snack and a story and he drifted right off to sleep," Demona replied. "He loves having his own bed, and his own room."

"No little boy wants to share a room with a girl, and what little boy wouldn’t want to sleep in a fire truck bed." He smiled and shrugged. "It would have been nicer if he had bed shaped a like a police car."

"Some times my love you need to get your mind off work."

"We have more important things on our mind right now," He pulled out a spiked metal mace with long wooden handle out of the trunk. "Should we bring the rope this time?" Matt steped a side to let her have her turn.

She reached inside and traced her claws over the coiled pieces of amber rope stacked neatly next to the large woven net folded into a neat rectangle. She removed one of the stacks of rope and set down next to her feet before she removed the largest item in the trunk. Her favorite weapon of the late twentieth and early twenty-first century. Her lazer bazooka.

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From his places on the rooftop of a nearby building Matt had watched the two Quarrymen enter the establishment first. He couldn’t believe they were going to spread their propaganda in a Chuck E Cheese. "Why in all places there?" Matt asked. He was the first to spot the dark blue car with the golden Q from above. "Why a place that promotes happiness and in front of all the children?" He sat back.

Demona shook her head. "They want to try and promote fear inside the children and their parents. It’s one thing that I have observed all these things, Matthew. Humans use fear to get others to follow them." She picked up her bazooka. "Now we don’t want to leave them in there too long and give them more time to spread their hate." She spread her wings and leaped over the side.

Matt clutched onto his mace and followed her. He landed on top of the hood of the Quarrymen’s car, his toes sank right through the metal. He heard the musical sound of glass shattering behind him. He raised his mace into the air and brought down onto the Q in the middle of the hood. He slammed it down two more times, knocking out the headlights before he turned to the restaurant and smiled. The two quarry members were racing towards them.

"What the?" One of the quarrymen gasped before the turned to the crowd gathering behind them. "You see what they can do?" He pointed at he gargoyles with both hands. "They wreck our cars. Now we have to take them on ourselves. Who is with me?" He and his partner removed the sliver hammers from their belts.

Matt’s eyes lit up with a milky white radiance when he heard the hum of the hammers charging up. He lowered lowered his own weapon and shook his head. "Please tell me you didn’t bring them inside where all those kids are."

"We would never use them against those who are innocent, monster."

"Didn’t quite answer my question." Matt snarled. He leaped off the car and raced towards the Quarryman. His advisary swung his hammer at him while Matt brought his mace back towards him, blocking the weapon.

"So, you want to duel beast."

"I’ll get the other one," his partner said. A glowing beam of light flashed through the middle of his hammer, breaking the top off. He turned to see the cerulean gargoyle lower her bazooka and smirk. He gulped when her eyes became illuminated with a crimson light and leap down. She, nearly missed striking her talons into him by an inch.

Matt’s focus was entirely on the tall quarry member as the human swung at him with his fully charged hammer. Matt was thankful for the few combat skills he had received from Hudson, and promised himself he would try to train more often with the skilled warrior. He doubted the Quarryman before him had been through similar training. He wasn’t as physically strong either.

Growling, Matt swung his mace back up and crossed it with the glowing hammer. He made sure to stare into the enemies eyes before he pushed forward, causing the human to slide back a few feet. He brought his spiked weapon up, striking the hammer and knocking it out of his hands. He turned and smashed the mace against his enemy’s chest The Quarryman was forced back a few inches. Matt whipped his tail out tripping him.

The golden gargoyle pounced on the human and smashed his mace against the blue armor, forming small holes and cracks. He sank his talons into the holes and tore down, through the armor and sent the pieces scattering across the asphalt.

Matt grabbed the human by the arm and dragged him to the building he was resting on. He and Demona had still left their rope up there. He held the human in one arm and used his other, along with his lower talons, and his wing claws the climb up .

"Let me go you ugly beast," The human hit Matt’s arm with his hands.

The weregoyle snorted at his captive and looked down. They were several stories from the ground. "I wasn’t going to let you go until later, but if you insist."

"Not here!"

"I thought so, now stop squirming." They weren’t quite halfway up the building. He squeeze the human tighter to his body and resumed climbing.

"Are you just going to leave me up here?" The Quarryman asked once Matt three him onto the top and climbed up after him.

"Not quite," he quickly grabbed him by the wrist before he could run off. "You are still over dressed." He ripped off the human’s shirt and pants, leaving only the large pair of white boxer shorts dotted with red hearts and the blue hood and mask.

"Now what are you going to do to me," he eyed the rope. "Please don’t hurt me."

"Don’t sound so brave now, do you?" He lifted the man into his arms. "Now remember, no squirming". With a smirk that could make Xanatos jealous he ran over to the edge of the building and leaped.

"I don’t like heights!"

"Too bad," he felt a warm updraft push up the leather like membranes of his wings and glided higher above the street. He remembered when Dracon has set up a false protection racket and Elisa pretended to have been a cop gone bad. Later, Elisa told him what Goliath did to Tony. "Now if I remember correctly you wanted me to let you go."

Thee near naked man stared at the ground and shook his head."No, no, no!"

"I’m just granting your wish." He pulled him back and threw him up. The screaming quarryman rose a few feet into the air, before gravity took it’s strong hold and began his descent. Matt shifted his large bronze wings and glided down after him, snatching him after he fell a few feet.

He held the trembling man before him while he hovered on the warm air currents. His nostrils twitched at the familiar sour stench and studied his prisoner. There was dark stain over the crotch of the human’s boxer shorts.

"Not so brave," Matt circled back to the roof top and retrieved the rope. He slid it over one shoulder while clutching the whimpering human by the wrist before he carried them both down to the damaged car and his mate.

Demona has stripped the other Quarryman completely naked, save for his hood and mask. His pale sweaty body was covered with small scratches. Dark bruises were already blooming. She looked up just as he landed. "My love what is the average penis size for a human?"

The weregoyle blinked as he placed his enemy onto the hood. "About six and a half."

"This one would barely qualify as a four." She placed the other quarry member next to Matt’s and took one end of the rope into her talons. She wrapped it around their ankles keeping the naked one’s left leg bound to the other one’s right.

"You were looking at other men’s goods?" He used the other end to wrap around his catch’s wrists, tying them together before he thread it through one of the broken windows. "Human goods?"

She couldn’t keep from laughing. "It’s just so small and helpless, how could I leave it alone?" She tied her end around and grabbed the end of Matt’s rope and tied them together, securing the quarrymen to their car. "We’ll just leave them before their audience."

"One more thing." He pressed a claw into the part of the hood that didn’t have any dents from his mace and dug down, creating a long scratch mark. He made a straight slash and two large crvs connecting to the line.

She smiled at the sight of what was doing and joined in. "This is another reason why I love you."

The small crowd of humans that had gathered outside to watch waited until the two gargoyles took their weapons and climbed up the side of the building. One tall man stared up, watching the two of them until they reached the top and glided away before he approached the car.

"Honey, come here," he could barely get his words out over his own laughter. "Don’t bring the kids, just come here." The rest of the adults gathered around him and joined in on the laughter. On the hood of the car the gargoyles and scratched in the words "Big and Brave Quarrymen." The Big was in front of the naked one and Brave was in front of the other.

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The headlights from the constant traffic lit up the Brooklyn Bridge like a string of Christmas lights. The people within the vehicles where to busy trying to drive to their desired location to even worry about what went on top. Nobody noticed two gargoyles gliding towards the top of one of the tower like parts of the bridge.

Matt touched down first and caped his wings. He turned around and pulled Demona into an embrace. "I enjoy are special moments alone," he said.

"Even more than humiliating the quarrymen?" Her voice was soft.

"You are much more important. You are my mate, my wife, my love. You are the best thing that happened in my life, well second best."

She knew the answer but had to ask the question. "What was the best?"

"Our son hatching." He brushed a few of her wild red locks with his deep gold talons.

She reached up with her claws curled and rubbed his brow ridge with her knuckles. "You seem tense. Turn around and sit down." She slipped from his embrace and set her gun down.

He set his own weapon next to hers before he sat near the edge. He glanced over the bridge at the cars belong and the city behind them. "The city is beautiful tonight."

"Yes it is." Demona ran her finger down his back between the wings, causing them to unfold. She grabbed onto his shoulders and gently rubbed them, pressing the palms and heels of her hands into his skin. They moved around in small circles and occasionally paused to squeeze his flesh.

"Feels good," she heard his whisper before her hands moved lower down his back. She tried not to touch the most sensitive spot as she massaged him. The immortal paused briefly when her talons touched the bottom of his undershirt.

"Raise your arms." She instructed and pulled the cloth up freeing his chest. She had wished he would forgo the undershirt and just walk around in a loincloth all the time when he was a gargoyle. He had an attractive body day and night, and recently became even more muscular. He wasn’t skinny like Brooklyn when he first transformed, but he wasn’t as built as Goliath either. The years of patrol and Hudson’s lessons caused his muscles to plump up. He was almost as built as Goliath himself.

"Such a handsome warrior." She purred while her talons caressed his chest. She didn’t want him to be exactly as built as Goliath. She wanted him to be his own gargoyle. Her mate was perfect in so many ways. He was easy on the eyes and a strong warrior, he was brave and intelligent, His years with the FBI and as a detective made him a great tracker. He was excellent in bed, had a sense of humor and could be sweet at times, and most important he was a good father.

She crawled across his lap while she continued caressing him. The dragon was with her that night when he was injected with the serum. "You smell wonderful." She unbuckled the belt that secured his loin cloth to his body. "I feel you are still a bit too tense." She tossed away the cloth.

Staring down, she noticed he was only half way up. Demona knew it was up to her to take care of the rest. She lowered herself towards his offering and gently flicked her tongue against the soft spade shaped tip.

Her mate moaned softly as it rose to its full height. The golden appendage was three times as long as that pathetic human they tied to the car, and thrice as thick too. She bent down, not as much and stroked the end with her tongue slowly. She could hear the supple end of his tail tap against the tower top mix in with his deep moans.

Her eyes opened when a warm and sweet taste came into contact with the tip of her tongue. "Hmmm," She lowered her eye lids half way before she licked up the rest of the precum. She grabbed onto his appendage, her talons wrapping around the middle. She opened her mouth wider and slipped the end inside, sliding her lips down the shaft until it nearly reached the back of her throat.

Matt felt his mate wrap her mouth around the end of his golden organ. Her tongue was pressed against the bottom and he could feel it move as she sucked. He watched her beautiful body between his legs. Her throat seemed to ripple slightly with each gulp and her breasts rose and desended, like a bobbing motion. He watched her for a full minute before he closed his eyes and moaned.

His toes curled and he sank his talons into the surface when she increased in speed. "Oh God," his moan seemed to have caused her to go even faster. If she kept this up he knew he was going to spill his seed. His breathing increased as his hips thrust slightly. "Oh god, Demona." He reached out and grabbed onto her soft, yet spiky hair and clenched on, hoping he didn’t hurt her. She gave no sign that she did. All he heard from her were soft gentle growls indicating she was enjoying it.

He threw back his head and snapped his lids open , freeing his glowing eyes. He let out a loud and long moan that was not quite a roar. Only when he was inside her would he roar.

Demona heard his cry as she felt her mouth and throat fill with his seed. She pulled back, spraying a small bit onto her mouth as she swallowed. His cum had a unique and salty flavor that reminded her of her favorite Asian wine.

Matt curled his legs back while he caught his breath. It was going to take a few minutes before he could get it back up again. Matt gasped slowly as stared at his mate. A hungry grin spread across his face before he rose to his feet.

Once the last drop of Matt’s cum was swallowed she stood back up. She heard a soft growl and turned to see his golden body shine from his sweat. "You are delicious." Her voice came out in a throaty purr.

Her husband’s voice was an equal whisper. "Time to return the favor." He cradled her face into his talons and stroked her flame like hair. "I think you smell even nicer." He plaed his nose against her mane and inhaled the fragrance of her hair. "I was right."

Demona inhaled deeply while she felt the tips of his talons brush against her shoulders and his breath tickle her neck. Another deep breath exhaled through her mouth when she felt his knuckles rub against her throat and his lips brushing against her jawline. His gentle kisses traveled up to her ear. The immortal released a tiny moan when he placed his tongue into her ear and brushed up to the pointed tip. His lips took the pointed end of her ear into his mouth and suckled gently as if he was sipping a fluid through a coffee stirrer type straw.

Matt lowered his head against hers, his lower lip brushed against her sink from the tip of her ear down to her neck. His kisses became longer and deeper as he traveled across her shoulder to where her one strap was. He lifted up his hand and caressed her breasts, feeling the hardened nipples poking through the cloth. His other hand clasped onto her halter strap and slid the material down her arm.

"Now you lift your arms," his voice was smooth whisper. He was afraid saying anything would have broken the mood. His palms brushed down her breasts, gripping the cloth and pulling it up and tossing it on top of his own discarded clothes. "They have been covered so long." He gentle rubbed his outstretched hands over her soft and round breasts.

"Don’t be too gentle," her command increased the speed of his talons as they swept over every inch of her breasts, gently squeezing them every few seconds. His index talons and thumbs came together, squeezing her nipples. His wrists turned, twisting the knobs until she gave a slightly pained moan and causing Matt to immediately let go. He knew she liked it a little rough, but whenever she experienced any form of pain he had to stop.

Such a pity he had to harm such lushious looking nipples. The were like deep purple gumdrops that have aged a bit, soft and rubbery still but also firm. He bent down and took the end of her breast into his mouth and gently sucked. His tounge rubbed over her nipple in tiny circle before he moved onto the other breast and gave it the same treatment.

He placed a kiss right under her breasts and kissed her skin again, only a little lower. His warm kisses traveled down her middle until his knees were on the ground. He reached up to remover her belt and loincloth while she spread her legs and gave him a bit more room. Her plump pouty lips were already moistened and more of her nectar had gathered on the insides of her thighs The tip of his tongue brushed against her thighs before he licked her pouty damp lips, soaking the end of his tongue in her desire.

The immortal gargoyle moaned from the touch of her mate’s tongue against her hairless sex. Her breathing became slower and deeper from the repeated flicking against her folds.

He lapped up each petal, making sure he didn’t miss a single drop before he placed his mouth over her sex. His upper lip covering her sweet pink clit and his tongue dipping into her hole repeatedly, causing more delicious drops to enter his throat.

She moaned once his face pressed into her and reached out to grab onto his horns. He was going to make her come, just like she did with him and his tongue was not slowing down. He reached out and grabbed her curved bottom before she thrusted her hips back and forth.

"Oh," her moan was sharp, but pleased. "Oh, oh , oh my, oh my love. "His tongue was rapidly brushing against her clit causing her eyes to widen. "Oh my loooove!" Her thighs trembled slightly as she heard him gulp down her cum.

Her mouth pulled back into a smile as breathed deeply. "I can never forget how good you are." her eyes stared at his face as he wiped at her juices with the back of his hand. He glanced briefly at her lovely face before he raised his talons and licked them dry.

His own eyes were locked onto hers. "The drink of the gods," he whispered. His hands gripped the ground.

She noticed his rig had risen again and a clear bead had formed on the tip. Her eyes traveled back to his own to witness the brief flash of white. She was sure her own were tinted red. She heard a deep purr like growl come from his throat. She was silent for a minute, but only a minute. She pounced onto him while shrieking acceptance.

Her legs wrapped around his middle." Don’t mind if I’m on top?" She smiled place full. She could feel his soft tip against her folds.

"I love it," he smiled and thrust his hips up, pressing his organ into her. He pulled out and pushed again, this time feeling her damp warmth completely cover his rod. He rocked back and then forth, completely filling her up. He stared at her beautiful angelic face until she moaned. He closed his eyes and rested his head against the ground.

His hands gripped onto her skin and his bucking increased, breathing deeply though clenched teeth. He could feel himself about to go over the edge. His slick heat pushed inside her with a mighty thrust as his seed flooded her. His eyes blazed a brilliant white and a deep roar exited his throat.

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Matt was still feeling lighted headed when they returned back to Wyvern. He blinked when he saw what looked like Goliath standing out in the courtyard staring up at them. His arms were crossed in disappointment. He didn’t know why Goliath was angry or what he would be angry about, and didn’t particularly care. He felt like he had drunk a couple of glases of "punch" from the parties from his fraternity days.

Demona entered their window first and landed in front of the trunk. Her dark wings folded across her chest. She raised the wooden lid. "We are going to need some more rope."

Matt placed his mace and her bazooka back inside. "You are right, but first I need something to drink." He closed the trunk and turned the key into the lock. After slipping the key into Demona’s belt buckle he placed a kiss on her bare middle and pushed the trunk back under the bed. "I know there are plenty of Pepsi’s in the fridge and I’m sure Owen bought you some ginger beer."

"I am a bit thirsty." She reached out to take his hand.

"We’ll check on Charlie, get something to drink, and then see how Hudson is doing. He might be in the mood to give me another lesson."

"You don’t need any lessons," she brushed her knuckles against his brow ridge.

Seeing that Charlie was sound asleep in his bed, his parents walked towards the kitchen. Goliath was there to greet them. Matt was right, he must have been waiting outside in the courtyard when they were returning home.

"I have been waiting for you two to return," the clan leader’s was stern. "I received a phone call from Elisa. It seems she and her partner discovered something outside of a pizza restaurant."

Demona kept her own eyelids narrowed. "That is nice that she called." She pushed passed him and entered the kitchen.

Matt followed behind without looking at his clan leader. They both strode up to one of the two large refrigerators.

"There were two Quarrymen, stripped naked and tied to the hood of their car." Goliath entered the kitchen. He blinked before he narrowed his eyes at the sight of Matt and Demona ignoring him, reaching inside and pulling out a large plastic bottle of Pepsi and glass bottle full of brown liquid. "I want you two to look at me."

They glanced at each other before they turned around. "Are you happy?" Demona snapped.

Goliath cleared his throat. "Not quite. The Quarrymen’s car was damaged. Their windows were broken in and there were large dents all over the metal body, large dents with small holes, the type that are caused by a mace.

"Why should we care what happened to some Quarrymen," she twisted off the cap to her drink. "They deserved whatever they had coming toward them."

"They claim they were inside the establishment when they heard the sound of their car being damaged. They came out and saw two gargoyles, a golden male and a light blue female."

"Do you have a point?" Matt asked before he took a long drink from his bottle. Once his thirst was satiated he placed the container down on the counter.

"My point is you two are setting up a bad example of our kind. You two behaved like hatchlings."

"You want us to stop?" Matt asked.

Goliath rubbed his brow ridge. "I do not just want you to stop. I command you to cease this activity?"

"And if we dont?"

"Then you would be commanded to not leave the castle for a month!" Goliath growled.

"What would you want us to do Goliath?" She set her bottle down. "Do you want us to approach the Quarrymen and offer them daises with the hope they will play nice?" Neither she nor Goliath noticed Matt placing himself right behind her. "Don’t be so naive. Being the bigger person and offering talks of peace to them is the equivalent of a human of African descent trying to shake hands with a member of the Ku Klux Klan, Like Bill the Butcher propsing to an Irih woman" The end of her tail flickered when she felt the large hands of her mate on her hips.

"Bill the butcher?"

"This city has a dark past that not many know about," she paused when she felt something large and firm press against her. "but I have seen it. I may admit that humans have imp-" her eyes widened at the feeling of her mate entering her from behind."proved since then, but there will always be those that, oh, oh, hate us, and will never accept us."

"Jalapena, how do I explain?" he ran both hands through his hair. "I’m not telling you to befriend the quarrymen, I’m telling you not to seek them out and humiliate them. If you go out hunting down humans, even low lives such as them, then you will be showing the rest of the public an unfavorable image of gargoyles." He noticed they were not paying attention to him again, He blinked at their strange movment. Their bodies moving back and forth in a slow thrusting rhythm. "What are you doing?"

She moaned before she opened her eyes. "Oh nothing different from what you and I did in front of the humans." She lifted up her loin cloth, exposing the golden appendage sliding in and out between her exposed lips.

Goliath’s eyes widened in shock before they lit up with an alabaster glow. "What in the name of the dragon do you think you two are doing?"

"You have--oh, lost touch with our ways," Demona breathed, she felt her husband’s ministrations increase. "Centuries ago you and I, oh, made love in plain view of everyone, oh, including Prince Malcolm and his spoiled daughter."

"I did not forget, he snarled. "But we never did it when our leader was giving us a lecture." The glow left his eyes as he sighed. He knew it would be foolish to talk to them and anyone knows only a person with a death-wish would come in-between two copulating gargoyles, even trying to separate two fighting gargoyles would have been safer.

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He exited the kitchen, still shaking his head. "Perhaps he will listen to Elisa when he is away from Demona." He did not notice his second in command until he nearly walked into him.

"Who will listen to Elisa?" Brooklyn asked as he stepped back and nearly backtracked into Desdemona. "Sorry."

"You need not apologize," the female gargoyle said.

"She is correct," said Goliath. "I’m the one at fault. I should have been looking where I was going ,and to answer your question I was speaking of Matt."

"Oh so it was them," Brooklyn glanced at the door. "Are they still in there?" His answer came in the form of a rutting male’s roar. The beaked gargoyle’s eyes widened to the size of Lexington’s. "We better not go in there."

The grayish blue gargoyle nodded. "Are they breeding?"

"They are not, they decided not to listen to what I had to say and instead decided to further behave like hatchlings."

"I don’t think hatchlings behave like that," Brooklyn said after another loud moan.

"You are mad because they decided to mate in a more public area?" She raised her brow ridge.

The clan leader shook his head. "It wasn’t because of that, I admit I was a bit surprised, but they did it when I was giving them a lecture."

"My love and I did the same when Hudson was our leader," she noticed his confused expression. "We have done it several times in the past, and only when he was speaking to the entire clan. Othello and I kept to the back of the crowd and I let him have his way with me."

Goliath finished gaping at his rookery sister before he closed his mouth. "That still doesn’t make it right."

"You are correct, and you were right with speaking to them about what they had done, but you were a bit overbearing in there."

"I would have made a spectacle out of those blue hooded morons myself," Brooklyn said. "But only if they had attacked us. I wouldn’t go seeking them out."

"This is a time when I am both right and wrong?"

"Right in what you wanted to say," Brooklyn agreed. "But wrong in the way that you said it."

"I shall dwell on the subject, in the meantime I must relieve Angela of watching her baby brother and sister."

Brooklyn pulled out a chair for himself and Desdemona. "It may be awhile before we can go in there."

She sat down, never taking her eyes off the red gargoyle. "Goliath had made many wrong choices as well as right. I can see he made the right choice when he made you second."

He shrugged and smiled. "Thanks." He turned his head towards the door when he heard a another male roar, followed by a puma like cry. "Actually we may have to get Owen to mop in there first, I just hope he doesn’t ask why the floor is sticky."

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A gentle breeze blew through the curtains of an upper scale appartment as the numbers on the small digital alarm clocked switched from 5:59 to 6:00, triggering the alarm to play the latest song by Sugar Ray.

Lorrie Canmore rolled over on her side of the bed and frowned at the clock. She sat up and yawned, rubbing her eyes before she reached over and turned it off. She sank back into bed and rolled over to the other warm body still under the covers. "Jon," she whispered into his ear. "Jon, it’s time to wake up."

"Morning?" Jon mumbled before rolling over to face her. "Are ye sure, I’m not feeling quite human."

She placed a kiss on his face. "Sunrise begins in twenty minutes.Did you sleep well?"

"Aye, and ye?"

"I did, despite the sounds you made."

He raised his brow ridges. "Was I snoring?"

"You weren’t snoring, you were growling in your sleep."

"Growling?" He rubbed the area between his eyes. "I must have been dreaming about fighting the Demon."

"Speaking of hunting, you are going to have talk with those two after work?"

"Aye, they were an embarrassment to the whole organization." He sat up and yawned. "Colin hasnae waken yet?"

"No, he hasn’t," she lowered her eyelids slightly and stared into his eyes. "We are the only two who are awake." She reached down and grabbed the hem of her nightgown. She lifted it up over he head ,revealing her naked body.

"Oh," Jon felt a stirring under the sheets. He grabbed his boxers and pulled them off before tossing them aside. "Well look at this," he peeled off the sheets covering his legs "Here we are, both naked."

"Oh dear," she placed her hand behind her head. "Whatever shall we do?"

Jon stared at her heaving bosom jutted out and felt a dull ache between his thighs. He used his index and middle talons to tip toe across the sheets and crawl up her knee and across her thigh. A smile formed on his face when she inched closer to him and spread her legs. His two roving fingers slowed down as they crept across the soft inner part of her thigh and kept moving to her plump sex. He stroked a few of her dark red curls before brushing them aside and rubbing one finger against her delicate lower lips.

Lorrie felt her thighs tremble slightly from his touch. She looked down and watched as he traced his talons around her folds and inserted both of them in at the same time. "Nice fingers," her voiced came out in a breathy moan as he worked his wrist pushing in and out and giving his fingertips a slight wiggle. She closed her warm eyes and breathed deeper and faster.

One hand working its way inside her, Jon reached over to her chest with his other and rubbed it on her breasts. His hand moved his hand in a slow flowing manner, gently massaging each one before he traced his finger around each of her nipples. They looked so inviting, and he felt hungry. He brushed the tip of his tongue against one, slowly licking it before he brought it into his mouth and sucked.

"Jon," she managed to get out between breaths. "Take me now." She pulled back, laying her body back down. She felt the warm body of her husband against hers before she felt his slick heat press into her. She took every inch of him into her body before she wrapped her legs around his middle, locking her ankles near the small of her back.

He pulled himself out and pushed back in, rocking unsteadily until he found a comfortable rhythm. He stared at her face, seeing her eyelids closed and a smile on her face indicating she was enjoying it. He gasped out loud before he closed his own eyes and kept bucking. He felt her body roll with his and when he increased in speed so did she. He was close. He could feel it.

"uh, uh, Aye, oh, uh....Groaaaaaar!" He spilled himself into her body. His tail gently drumming against the bed. He had to get it going again, so he could make her cum, but the look on her face told him something was wrong. "What is it?"

She brought a finger to her mouth and stared at the baby monitor. Small gurgling sounds came out of it.

"Mama, mama, mama, mamaaaaaaaaa!"

He rolled off of her. "Ye go and take yer shower. I’ll change him and get him dressed."

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Lorrie stirred around the warm cream of wheat like mixture in the small green bowl decorated with cartoonish image of elephants. "Open wide sweetie, this is your favorite flavor."

Colin watched his mother from his highchair wearing a bib with more elephants. "Apple?"

"Yes, it’s apple and cinnamon." She took a reasonable amount onto the spoon. "Now say ah."

"Ah," Colin held his mouth open wide and closed it when the spoon entered his mouth. Not a single bit dribbled out. He swallowed and licked his lips. "Yummy. More."

"There is plenty." she gave him another bite. He didn’t fight her at all when she fed him, the only time he held up his hands was when he wanted some of his juice.

"Where dada?"

"He is taking a shower, and then we are going to work."

"Play?"

She smiled. "Yes honey, you are going to the office day care to play with your friends while Daddy and I work. Daddy is going to be working late, so I’m going to drive us home." She fed him another bite and stared at the table. Two plates with bacon and toast with jelly were waiting for her and Jon to eat them. Some, wife she turned out to be, she didn’t even cook any eggs or hash browns. "It was worth it," she breathed with a smile on her face.

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There were occasional crowds standing around Prometheotech, but they were usually people rushing to work, having their lunch break, or leaving for home. There were rarely any time when the crows would just stand there.

As Jon pulled their bright red Tiberon closer to the building he could see what the commotion was about. "Why are they here?" His eyes became blue slits.

Lorrie frowned in disgust at the sight of the men dressed from head to toe in white. "Do you think Ms Leahs knows about them?"

"Ghosts," Colin pointed at the costumed men.

"Those aren’t ghosts honey," Lorrie shook her head sadly. "Those are people pretending to be ghosts, very bad people."

"Dada will fight em? He fight all bad tings."

Jon pulled over to the curb and sighed. "Some bad things I cannae fight, it is hard to explain, but someday when you are older."

"Why have we stopped?" Asked Lorrie.

"I want you to bring Colin inside. I’m going to try to find a place to park."

Lorrie unbuckled herself and slid out of her seat. She opened the right side back door and gathered Colin’s blue and green colored bag. It was full of diapers, his elephant cup, baby wipes, bottle of lotion container of powder, his Fisher Price guitar, and a box of animal crackers.. She slung the strap across her shoulder and unbuckled Colin from his child seat.

The toddler stared at his father still sitting behind the wheel. "Dada no come?"

"He has to park the car."

"I’ll stop by in your play room before I go to my office," Jon smiled at his son before Colin and Lorrie started to walk towards the building.

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The first assignment of the day was provide backup to some of the officers who were on crowd patrol. Matt couldn’t believe his boss when she gave him the order. Gamble had finally learned the ropes. They both didn’t need to be doing simple grunt work assignments.

The weregoyle glared at the small assortment of the white suited bigots. Unlike the Quarrymen they didn’t have a stage, just a group of blue milk crates tied together.

"It won’t be long now until every homeless person on the street will be white," The one standing on his crates shouted through his megaphone. "And do you know why? It’s because we won’t have jobs, and we won’t have jobs because they keep getting assigned to the niggers, the spics, the chinks and the kikes."

"Assholes," Gamble hissed and leaned back against his car.

Matt nodded and held up a hand. "Don’t let them get to you. They are the ones making themselves look like jerks."

"The niggers whine about how unfair our ancestors treated them, how we kidnapped them from our native land. Well, I say you can go back home. Why should we have to pay for what our great great grandaddies did before the civil war? Now these days they don’t even think they are equal to us, they think they are better than us. Why else do you think they want to be treated better? They can get in to the good schools not because of their grade, out because they are black, they get hired , not because of their skills but because they are black!" He ducked to avoid being hit by a piece of garbage.

"Go back to the nineteenth century you nazi!" An angry woman raised her fist.

"Ma’am I’m trying to do you and your family a favor here, please don’t yell at me for helping you."

"You can help me by leaving!"

"Go ahead and fail to understand, but when you can’t afford to feed you starving children because no one will hire you because you are white don’t come crying to me."

A group of Prometheotech employees elbowed past the cluster of Klan members as they tried to enter the building. The last man turned around before entering. "Chinga tu madres," he muttered before entering.

"You are going to curse at me I suggest you do it in the language of America. This is why we need tougher security near the Mexican border," he pointed at the doors. "This is why we need more coast guard, to keep them out of our country. They come here and don’t bother to learn out language, and yet they are employed, by spics who know English and my fellow white man who forced them to learn Spanish. Today we have to take language lessons to get top positions in the work force. Why? They should be learning our language."

Matt noticed Gamble clenching his fists and the way the man kept breathing through his nose. "Don’t do anything stupid."

"I won’t," Gamble swallowed. "My mother is from Puerto Rico. Those words, they make me feel like he is insulting my mother."

"I know how you feel. It’s people like them that make me glad I’m no longer human."

"Black men forcing their way into our women, Spics trying to seduce our women with their charm," the speaker’s voice grew even louder.

"Gamble, just try to ignore them." Matt closed his eyes.

"I am, I just wish someone would tell them their permit to speak out here turned out to be invalid."

"You and me both." The detective sighed. He returned his focus to the Klan when a certain man caught his eye. A blond haired man dressed in a blue suit.

"Do you know him?" Gamble noticed the way Matt was fixated on the PrometheoTech employee.

"That’s Canmore."

"I guess they are going to schedule a game of golf or something."

"Don’t say that, as much as I dislike the man he is much better than those dicks."

Jon decided to give his best New York attempt at ignoring the rally by hefting up his shoulders, taking a deep breath and marching right up to the entrance doors. Apparently it wasn’t enough.

"Stop please!" At the sound of the speaker’s command two white suited Klan members to place themselves in-between Jon and the entrance.

The Scottish weregoyle turned to face the speaker. "I donnae want t’ be late."

"Just a few minutes Mr. Castaway. You are John Castaway?" His voice carried a sense of awe.

"I was, I go by my birthname."

"Are you the leader of the Quarrymen?"

He did not want to deal with them. "Aye,"

"Then you know about the mission?"

Jon nodded and smiled. "Aye, the mission is to purge the world from the unholy demon race of gargoyles, to save my for--to save my species from them."

"Then you understand our mission, we are trying to accomplish the same thing."

"Nae, ye are not. Ye are spreading false rumors around. Ye are trying to treat others who are a different color and a different religion than ye as a lower life-form. My mission is fer the good of all humans."

The speaker stepped back in shock, nearly stumbled off his stage. If his eyes were blinking, nobody could see. "Do you have some of them as your members?"

"My members are both men and women of various ages, colors and religion."

"How could you be like this?"

"I could ask the same of ye sir," He turned back to the entrance. "Now if ye excuse me I donnae want t’ be late."

"Don’t blame yourself sir," one of the two Klan bodyguard’s said. "He’s foreigner."

"Excuse me."

"Hey I heard the only thing cheaper than a Jew is a Scotsman." the other guard chimed in.

Jon clenched his jaw. "Obviously there is not much difference between the hat of a Klansman and a dunce cap, both are pointed, both are white and both rest on the heads of fools." He squeezed past him only to have one grab onto his hand.

"What did you say kilt boy?"

"I said let me go!" He wriggled his hand free. The other Klan guard tried to punch him, but Jon stepped aside and grabbed the first, pulling back on the wrist.

"You broke my wrist!" The Klan member yelped and pulled his arm back.

"Please, I donnae want yer flatter, and yer wrist isnae broken, unless you have bones like chalk."

"I’m going to sue!"

"Are ye now? Does that mean ye are willing to bare yer face to the public because I donnae think the court will allow ye to hide behind yer mask in court." He placed one foot inside. "I hope ye plan on moving I am sure Ms Leahs doenae like the fact ye can have yer little show in front of her building, but I’m sure she isnae going t’ allow ye to block the entrance." Jon gave them one final glare before he slipped inside.

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Gamble rubbed his eyes and stared at the entrance again. "What just happened?"

The taller detective narrowed his eyes and wished he had his gargoyle hearing. "I think he just told them off."

"Well they were blocking the doors. It looked like he was talking to them and one of them tried to hit him. It looks like you are right, but what did he told them off about?"

"Maybe they asked if he wanted to join them, and by the way that big guy is shaking his wrist it looks like he hurt him."

"Are we bad people, that we are happy he probably hurt one of them?"

"You shouldn’t feel bad, I’m hoping Canmore had hurt him and I’m not feeling bad at all." He placed his hands behind his head and leaned back against the car.

"I guess some assholes are better than others."

"Yeah, Canmore redeemed himself a bit. I feel like a cup of coffee."

"I feel like a human man standing outside in the heat watching a bunch of moronic ghosts insulting nearly everyone."

Matt gave him a playful tap on the back of the head with his hand. "Smart ass, an what do you mean nearly everyone? They are insulting WASPS by just being out here. Seriously Do you want to get some coffee?"

"Can we just leave?"

"I’ll ask, but I’m pretty sure they have it under control."

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They were not only free to get a few cups of coffee they were free to return back to the precinct. They were not free from the mountain of paperwork that had piled up for them. Matt usually hated being stuck behind a computer and type up reports, but it was better than watching the Klan rally.

Matt didn’t really mind having to type up reports of his own notes, but typing up those of others are a pain, they were mostly done as favors for those who have been extremely busy and have too much going on in there life, but he also received notes to process from those who type slower than a sloth.

He heard the phone ring at the same time as gamble. The musical salvation would be able to free one of them. They both reached for the phone at the same time. Matt’s hand grabbed the receiver first and Gamble’s out stretched palm clapped down on his knuckles.

"I like you too," Matt smiled. "But not in that way."

Gamble smiled ruefully. "Now who is being the smart ass?" He whispered.

Matt chose to ignore him as he placed the receiver against his ear. "Bluestone."

"Who is it?"

"Elisa," Matt mouthed. "How are you doing?"

"How am I doing?" Elisa’s voice had a confused tone. "You are not going to ask if anything is wrong?"

"You would rather I ask that first?"

"I’m sorry Matt, I guess past experiences. People would call when I’m at work and I’d ask if something was wrong. I am fine."

"Good, Is there something wrong?"

"Not exactly. I just want you to apologize to Goliath tonight for your behavior from last night."

He sighed and sank deeper into his seat. "I’ll try not to get into the mood again, but gargoyles shouldn’t have qualms about where they decided to make love."

"That’s not the point. I have a feeling you two did that in the kitchen to anger Goliath."

"Only slightly."

"He was right about gargoyles being seen negatively if they keep attacking the Quarrymen like that."

"I see what you mean," He brushed his hair back with his fingers. "But the only people the two of us hunt down are quarrymen."

"There are some people who think they are doing the right thing."

"It’s not like we are hurting them, only if they hurt us first. We are just trying to make them look liked idiots."

"Matt, please."

He gripped the edge of his desk. If he could squeeze any harder he was sure he was going to feel the splinters enter his skin. "You don’t understand how much she had given up. She stopped hunting humans in general. She has been at war with them for a thousand years, you can’t expect someone to go cold turkey like that."

"I know, but if she feels the need why not do the same to criminals."

"It would be the same as going out on patrols."

"The clan doesn’t strip the crooks they catch naked, and tie them to the hoods of their cars."

"I’ll point that out to her," a smile formed. "Can we also hunt down the KKK?"

Her laughter broke out through. "I don’t think anyone likes them. I’ll see you tonight."

"See you," Matt hung up before he began to dial his mate’s number.

"Hey you got some time off with Elisa’s call," Gamble protested. "You are going to have to help me type these." He picked up a sheet of loose leaf paper full of a detailed synopsis of a crime scene written in ink and pencil.

The weregoyle finished dialing before e met his partner’s eyes. "Sorry about this, Elisa wants me to talk with Dominique about something, when I’m done you can go have a small break."

"Thanks," he raised his eyebrows. "Did Elisa and your wife have a fight? It sounds like something happened and she wants Dominique to apologize to her about it."

"How much did you hear?"

"Not much, just a bit."

"Nothing too bad, and Elisa doesn’t want Dominique to apologize to her, but her husband." He heard the forced cheerful voice of Dominique’s secretary and held up his hand to keep Gamble quiet. "Hey Tracy, is Dominique in?"

"Hey Mr. Bluestone-Destine," the false cheer was replaced by the true friendly feeling. "She’s doing paperwork, but I’m sure she would love to hear your voice. Just hold on for a second."

Matt suffered through a few strains of Copacabana before he heard his mate on the other end. "Hello beloved."

"Ah, my mate are you going to come over soon?"

"I would love to, but I have to help my partner with our paperwork."

"He is just a mere human, that form of work should be handled by their species."

He couldn’t tell if she was kidding or not. "Gamble is better than most humans. I had to hold him back to keep him from attacking a member of the white hooded Klan."

"Those beasts!" Her hissing was loud enough for both Matt and Gamble to hear. "Were they the reason you had to back up the policemen lower than you?"

Matt sighed. "Lower in Rank. Listen, Dominique this wasn’t the reason why I called you. Elisa wants us to apologize to Goliath."

"I will never apologize to that stubborn fool for any of my actions!" Matt had to hold the receiver from his head. "And neither should you."

"I don’t want to give the Quarrymen a reason to spread their hate. They say we swoop down and attack innocent humans, I know they are far from innocent, but there was a crowd of people who witnessed our act."

"Our hunting the Quarrymen was and is justified."

"I agree with you, but going out hunting them for sport is wrong. It’s fun and I enjoy it, but it’s still wrong. We are more on the defense side, not the offense."

"Your voice is very sexy when you use sports analogies."

Matt swallowed. "I would love to talk about sports more, but we can’t avoid the subject."

"I am not going to tell that fool I’m sorry, because I am not. I will give up this game we have been playing, but I will not apologize."

"We’ll find something else to do, I guess we aren’t going to apologize for being rude to Goliath in the kitchen last night."

"For blatantly ignoring him, maybe, how we ignored him, absolutely not!"

"I did initiate that." He chuckled.

She laughed back warmly. "But I’m glad you did. It was a warm and nice surprise. You sneaking up behind me, lifting up the back of my long cloth. Your large hands on my hips and feeling your large piece of gargoyle meat pushing itself inside."

"Uh, yeah." Matt fake coughed into his fist. "You felt great. You kept on arguing with Goliath while I was doing that. I’m glad you did that, I enjoy listening to your voice."

"Hmmm, you do. I enjoy hearing your moans and your growls and your mighty roar when you come inside me. I enjoy the feeling of you sliding in and out, and I enjoy the time during the day when we are alone."

"Like last week?" Matt raised his eyebrows despite the fact she couldn’t see them.

"How could I forget? You mentioned you only had an half hour. I was on the phone and you covered my neck and face with your gentle kisses, and then you dropped to your knees and crawled under my desk. I had no idea what you were doing until I felt your fingers between my legs."

"You weren’t wearing any panties that day," Matt made sure he lowered his voice. He didn’t want Gamble or anyone else to hear him.

"My legs slowly spread apart and as I was leaning back I could feel your breath striking my sex. You kept breathin and I could feel myself getting moist. I tried to ignore it and finish my important phone call, but I wanted to scream for you to hurry up and lick me but just as my employee was hanging up I felt your tongue brush against my clit."

"Hmmm," Matt adjusted his pants and shuffled his feet. He was going to promise Gamble a twenty minute break because after hanging up he was going to have to go to the men’s room.

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Jon pressed the send button on his company e-mail. He had finished typing up a long letter about what he felt would he see the company could be doing in the next five years.

The day didn’t seem to be going by as slow as it used too. After he clocked in he answered a few phone calls, sent a couple of faxes and typed up a few reports. Every time he passed by his window and looked down he could see a crowd of tiny white dots representing the Klan. He called Security to confirm it was them and it was. He spent the following five minutes trying to convince the Pack not to go out and attack them. He was sure e could hear Wolf and Jackal restraining Hyena.

"I should have asked Leahs if the pack could have them removed," Jon spoke out loud. "But then I would look like I’m whining." He shook his head he didn’t want that.

He pressed the button for his secretary. "Loraine, I’m going to have my lunch in the office again."

"Do you want me to get your sandwich from the Deli?"

"Make that two combo meals. I’m going to see if Lorrie will want to have lunch with me. I’ll give you the money after I call you." He said goodbye and dialed the number for the office nurses.

Lorrie answered the phone. "Prometheotech clinic. This is Lorrie Canmore speaking."

"Even though I cannae we yer face, yer beautiful voice can suffice fer now."

"Hey Jonny baby." Her voice shifted from formal to friendly.

"Would ye like t join me fer lunch in my office. Ye can bring Colin and we’ll have a family meal together."

"Sure, my lunch break is coming up. I would love to join you."

"I’ll go order our meals." He kissed the receiver before he hung up.

After pulling out his wallet he left his office and approached Loraine. "Here’s fifteen dollars." he pulled out two green bills. "I’ll have the roast beef and Lorrie will want a chicken salad sandwich. We already brought Colin’s food along with us."

"Want me to return the change?"

He shook his head. "Keep the change. Consider it a tip for having to guy by them again."

She picked up the money. "Are you sure they are still out there?"

"They are like the annoying relative who will never leave." Jon walk back to his office. "They are still there."

Upon returning to his office Jon heard the unmistakable screech of the fax machine. He approached the office equipment and noticed three papers were already in the tray and the glowing light was still bright. He stared at the number on the screen and knew it was coming from engineering.

He could read over the incoming file before Lorrie arrived with their son and Loraine arrived with the sandwiches. He swept up the papers and took them to the window. He stood in front of it while he thumbed through the paper stack and checked the numbers to make sure they were still in order. He glanced at the first page. The report was engineering’s accomplishments for the month and compared them with the three past months.

He tried not to look out the window but curiosity overpowered his will power. The human dots were still walking back and forth and the toy size cars roamed slowly over the ground. He noticed the white dots were still in the same place.

"Why am I not surprised?" He sighed. His disappointed look was blinked away when he saw the white dots scattering.

Jon immediately grabbed the phone and dialed security. "What is going on outside?" He didn’t even wait for the person on the three end to greet him when they picked up. It didn’t matter since the only sound he could hear was the maniacal laughter of a woman. "Hello? Hyena?"

"It’s beautiful," Hyena managed to squeeze through her hysterics. "A group of people from payroll decided to sneak around the KKK and throw water balloons at them."

Jon couldn’t believe what he was hearing. "Payroll threw water balloons at them?"

"Yeah. You should have seen it."

"I would have paid a million," Jon smiled. "Call me if anything else happens to them." He hung up and returned to his desk to wait for Lorrie, Colin and the food. After lunch he was going to call those two morons who were caught by the Demon and her weregoyle mate. He needed to have a little talk with them.

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Canmore was thankful for the hour he got to spend with his wife and son during lunch. He hope it made up for the fact she had to drive Colin home and would be alone with him while he was going to return home after sunset.

"Hey Jon," Wolf buzzed him. Jon allowed Loraine to leave home after five and asked the mutate to announce his last two guests for the day. "Big and Brave have arrived."

"Send them in." He slipped into his chair and turned around to face the window. He had already changed out of his blue suit into his black shirt and pants he usually wore at night.

From behind he heard the door open and two men shuffled across the carpet. He waited until he heard the door close behind him to speak. "Gentle men have a seat."

"Why did you want to see us?" The voice belonged to the young man Roscoe was usually partnered with. A young man named Cal.

Jon held up his arm, making sure they would see it and be silenced. "Cal and Lucius is it?"

"Yes, sir." the other man, Lucius replied.

"Good, good." Jon spun his chair around. "How are you?"

"We’ve been sleeping good considering." Lucius was tall, and tanned. He would have been considered a pretty boy, despite his pudgy farm. His dark hair was comb back neatly.

Cal was pale with long stringing hair framing his round face. His large green eyes couldn’t stop blinking. "This is about last night isn’t it?"

"Of course it is," He stood up. "Let me get you some water." He filled two cone shaped paper cups with water from his water cooler. He kept smiling as he approached the men and handed them their cups. His smile faded as he handed Cal’s his. "Perhaps I shouldn’t give this to you unless your Big."

"He’s Brave," Lucious said bitterly before taking a sip of his water. "This is about what those beasts did to us."

Jon nodded. "I don’t blame you for what happened to the car. You were inside spreading the good word out. It is what happened after."

"We did fight them," Cal protested.

"And even with the weapons I gave to you, ye failed?"

Cal’s blinking increased in speed when he noted the slight shift in his leader’s accent. "Two of us verses two of them?"

"I have trained ye didnae I?" His once friendly demeanor was replaced by disappointment. He spent hours with these two. He made sure they spent plenty of hours at the weight machines and training on how to wield the hammers. The fact they were bested made him feel that he had failed as a leader.

"Yes, sir you did." Lucius spoke up. "but sir even with our hammers, armor and our training we were no match for two gargoyles with weapons of their own."

Jon relaxed his arms and walked towards the window. "Aye, ye need further training I need to schedule a session. We can work on learning how to battle the monsters when they are armed," he suddenly turned around. "But that doesnae excuse yer behavior of when ye were caught."

"It was cold out!"

"No it wasnae, and that is besides the point." He pointed at Cal. "Ye were the one who made us look like a joke."

"I’m sorry sir," Cal gulped.

Lucius slurped up the last drops out of his cone. His eyes never left the Quarryman leader. "Is this the only reason you called us over here, Mr. Castaway. We are here, so you can chew us out?"

"That is not the only reason," Jon turned back to the window. "I want to show you something." He heard the shuffle of chairs scrapping against the carpet. "I want you to stay in your seats. You will be able to see from where you are."

The paler man stared at the window. The sky bled warm peaches and pinks. "Do you want us to see the sunset?"

"What I want ye to see is more than the sunset." Jon stomped on the heel of his loafer and wiggled his ankle. His foot came free from the shoe. "It’s something that happens after sunset."

"This is not going to take to long is it?" Lucius watched Castaway as he bent down and pulled off the other loafer.

"Those in your position have no room to argue," He slipped off his gray cotton knit socks. "Unless you want to be knocked down to rookie position."

"You wouldn’t!" Lucius felt a jab in his ankle

"Lucius," Cal hissed. "You don’t want to get into anymore trouble do you?"

"Very good, Cal," Jon turned around to face the sun slipping behind the buildings. "Lucius I suggest ye listen to him or I will move you down."

Lucius wanted to say respond but the whimper from Cal silenced him. "Do you have a gargoyle caged up somewhere? Is that why we are here?"

"Not quite," the last rays of sunlight slipped beneath the shortest buildings. His skin felt the light ticklish sensation of his body hairs retracting. "It has begun. You can’t see it but as I speak I’m becoming hairless from the neck down. My naval is closing and my eyes are becoming more receptive to the dark. The real pain is about to set in."

"Real pain?" Cal asked He was answered by deep groans from Canmore. He jumped out of his chair along with Lucius when Castaway grabbed his sides and bent over.

"Don’t!" The lime green hand Jon held up went from five thin fingers to four thick talons. A long tail ended in a smooth tip snaked out from his back side. A pair of large moss green wings ripped out through his back and slipped through the tears in his shirt. His feet grew longer, the five small rounded toes shifted into three long talons. Jon fell on his knees with his arms spread out while a roar exited his mouth.

Both humans slowly rose from their seats. During the transformation they were told to remain where they sat, but after their leader finished transforming they could remain seated no longer. "Mr. Castaway?" Lucious found his voice first.

The light green gargoyle’s breathing slowed down long enough for him to speak. "Aye, it’s still me."

"But you just turned--your a gargoyle."

"Weregoyle," he slowly stood up. "The correct term is weregoyle. It’s what I have been for a few years now. During the daytime I’m human and at night," he held out his arms. "Well you can see."

"How did this happen?" Cal asked.

"It’s along story, but despite this form I’m still me. I still have my soul. Those foolish monsters made me like this. They made me equal with them."

"Do you want us to become weregoyles?" Lucius asked. He was still uncertain of why their leader had called them.

Jon’s eyes widened. "Nae, I never would wish this upon anyone. Part of our fight is to make sure no one else will suffer, like I and a few other poor souls have."

"There are others?"

"Aye, and one of them was one ye fought last night," he held up a paw. "Do not be sorry ye fought him. That one had become corrupted."

"Not all weregoyles are good?" Cal asked "How can we tell."

"I’ll e-mail you the information."

Lucious couldn’t keep his eyes off his transformed leader. "You wanted us to see you transform?"

"Aye," Jon nodded. "Ye need t’ become braver, and ye have handled yerselves well. You are dismissed."

Jon waited until they closed the doors behind him before he picked up his shoes and opened the window. Many of the people in the company would never try opening them from the fear they might accidentally fall out. This was the primary reason why Jon kept his closed during the day. He had no problem at night.

Jon felt the cool May night’s breeze touch his cheeks. His feet clutched onto the sill for a few seconds before he leaped out and began his glide back home.

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"One, two, threeeeee," Matt picked up his son at three and hoisted him up high above his head at a fast speed.

Charlie squealed with laughter. As he was being lowered back to the ground he stared into his father’s eyes. "Again, Dada. I want to do it again."

"What is the magic word?"

"Pweeze."

Matt smiled and bent down again. He placed his hand around his son’s middle. "One, two, threeeee" He brought Charlie into the air again. He didn’t notice Goliath standing right next to him until he heard the clan leader clear his throat. Steel blue eyes shifted to see the lavender gargoyle holding onto two baby carriers. "Almost time for Father, Child night." He set Charlie down. "Go on inside. Alex is waiting for you with his legos."

"What kind of legos?" Charlie’s tail twitched from side to side.

"I think it’s a pirate set."

"I’m going to make a big ship!" Charlie ran into the room.

The golden gargoyle turned around to face Goliath. "I might as well get this out." He ran his talons through his mullet. "I’m sorry about interrupting you last night. I would like to just blame it on the fact that I was aroused, but that isn’t an excuse. It was rude for me to ignore you while you were making your speech."

Goliath’s stone set mouth shifted into a slight smile. "I believe we were both in the wrong last night. I have over reacted harshly to the both of you."

Matt blinked. "Over reacted or not I was still rude."

"You," Goliath arched an browridge.

"My mate won’t apologize and I won’t mean by saying we were both sorry when she clearly is not."

"I accept your apology, and I keep forgetting that while Demona does live here she is not part of my clan. I over reacted by ordering her as well as you."

"I won’t hunt down the quarrymen, and when Demona and I go on our hunts I’ll search for a criminal to attack and humiliate instead."

"I understand it’s hard to be the peace keeper," Goliath gave him another nod. "I believe we are late."

"Let me help you." he reached down and picked up the carrier with Rowan. Both gargoyles entered the open room closest to them.

The men couldn’t have their meeting in the SFMR and Fox reminded her husband of that little detail. The beauty of living in the castle was there was never shortage of rooms. Most of the small rooms were used for storage an extra broom closets, like the room Alex and Fox practice their magic in. Owen spruced up one the store rooms with a fresh coat of paint, some throw rugs a few paintings, a tapestry, and a potted plant. The two end tables and chairs were brought in from the SFMR for that night.

Matt made his way over to the chair closest to where his son sat. Charlie was too busy snapping together small brown plastic pieces to even notice his father entering the room.

Goliath pulled one of the end tables closer to the chair and placed the carriers down on them. As he sat down he took notice of everyone who was in the room. Xanatos sat at the opposite side of the clan leader. Alex sat on the floor near his feet assembling his own pirate ship. Next tp the clan leader were the two Labyrinth fathers. Their toddlers were on the floor near them, playing with stuffed Sesame Street characters. Frank was on his knees holding out his arms to his daughter as she took tiny steps toward her father.

"Sorry we are late," Goliath said

"Don’t need to mention it," Frank swept Macy into his arms. The quaterling gurgled softly while Frank picked her up and sat in one of the chairs. "Macy felt like she could use a little exercise."

"She is still taking baby steps?"

"Yeah," he adjusted the baby in his arms. "I guess I’ll start with the first question. How long does it take for a baby to go from baby steps to walking?"

"It varies from child to child," Xanatos said. "Alex took his first steps at ten months and started to walk two weeks later."

"With Charlie it was a month and a half," Matt added and turned to look at the mutates. Claw flipped open a small notepad and picked up a pen.

Talon nodded. "Teddy was about the same." He reached over and took the piece of paper the tiger like mutate handed to him. The words were crisp and clean. The former pilot wished his penmanship was just as good. "Claw wrote, Pam only took a month."

"So the average is between now and her first birthday," Frank adjusted his body to allow his daughter to get comfortable enough to sleep.

"You shouldn’t worry to much about your daughter’s development rate," said Talon. "I’m a bit worried about Teddy though. He has yet to display his electrical shocks."

"Pamela first showed hers about a year ago," Goliath remembered. "She helped save both Maggie and Teddy."

Claw reached down to give his daughter a proud pat on the head before wrote down another note. He sighed before he handed it to Talon.

"Unfortunately she uses her abilities too much," Talon read. "Along with crying she would throw electric bolts at her parents whenever she doesn’t get her way."

"I know what its like having a two year old," Matt sighed sympathetically.

Charlie stared up from his playing. "I’m not two, I’m three."

"Yes you are, but you were two not too long ago," he looked back up at the mutate. "Have you tried any of the punishments we suggested last month?"

"They have," Talon nodded. "They tried the standing in the corner, the time out chair, and the face washing, everytime they try to discipline her she shoots a bit of electricity at them."

Xanatos spoke up. "I do have a small suggestion. The idea stemmed from what you had to do when you gave Eleanor rehab. Perhaps if you place special insulated gloves on her hands. It will keep her from trying to attack you."

"That could work, but where will we get the materials?"

"I’ll provide them. Now, as for Teddy He may not have tried to use his abilities, or has he?"

"He has, and it seems he can’t do it, it’s almost like he doesn’t have the ability." Talons response sent the men into silence. None of them seem to have an answer.

Goliath broke through the thick coat of silence. "What if he doesn’t? He might not have that talent. Pamela doesn’t have wings."

"Pamela is half human. I never really thought about the possibility if Teddy can’t shoot electricity." He shrugged. "If he can’t it means he won’t able to glide."

"Not necessarily," Xanatos held up a hand. "He might just have enough of the electric eel gene for him to provide him the energy he needs to glide, but not enough to use as a weapon."

"There is no way we can no for certain."

"We could take a blood sample-" Xanatos was cut off.

"My son is not going to be used as an experiment."

"I wasn’t going to use him for an experiment. I know you still don’t trust me one hundred percent."

"More like ninety two percent."

Xanatos nodded and continued. "His blood won’t be used for an experiment, more like a medical examination. Dr. Callahan would take a look at and she’ll be able to learn what Teddy can or can’t do."

"I have no problem with Dr. Callahan, but I want to be in the same room with my son and only she is allowed to extract blood from him."

"Perfectly understandable, are you still having trouble with getting your son to share?"

"No, the tips you gave me have been helping."

"Do you have any questions Goliath?" Frank’s voice was in a gentle to whisper to make sure he doesn’t wake Macy up.

"I do not have any questions at this time." Goliath reached over and gently tucked Rebecca’s blanket tighter around her body.

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There was nothing like the feeling of a warm shower after a long night’s work to help a person relax. Elisa rubbed her bluish black tresses dry with a thick towel. Part of her was glad to be working nights again, but part of her also missed wroking with Matt.

"Maybe I’ll ask him to follow my car ," Elisa said as she slipped on her night gown. "It might be like working with him again." She’ll ask him before he left for work later that morning.

Father child night should be almost over and she wanted to see her husband before sunrise. She crawled onto her bed and dislocated the gray lump curled up near the pillow. "Sorry Cagney."

Goliath entered a few minutes after she laid her body down on the bed. His eyes immediately were raised in concern. "Are you feeling all right?"

"I’m perfectly fine," she answered.

"Why are you in bed like that?"

"You mean like this?" her voice took on a husky tone as she spread her legs. "I’m just waiting for you, how are Re and Ro?"

"They are asleep in the nursery." He sat down at the edge of her bed. "You have recently taken a shower."

"How do you know what?"

"Because," he breathe in deeply through his nose. "I can smell you fresh clean fragrance. His eyes traveled down to her legs. "And you are not wearing any underwear."

"I knew I forgot something."

"I’m glad you did." His fingers brushed against her thighs, causing her to spread her legs even more. He rubbed his talons, gently, closer to her middle and brushed the tips of his claws against her dark curls. His fingers circled around her satin lips, and slithered in-between them, finding the damp center and pressed in. He pulled out gently and pushed back in.

Elisa moaned softly from the warm tingling sensation that rippled through her body from her husband’s touch. His talons felt warmer than her own fingers when she was in the shower and they filled her up a little better. Her eyes opened briefly when she felt a second finger enter her body.

"Very warm," Goliath purred. "Almost hot." He pulled out his talons an placed them in his mouth. "Hmmm," he slowly pulled his talon out, making sure his lips sloughed of the sweet drops into his mouth. "I think you are ready." He rolled over onto his chest and pulled himself closer to her. His talons gently grabbed onto her soft petals and pulled them apart, exposing the watermelon pink inside. Goliath closed his eyes as his tongue darted out and brushed against Elisa’s pink flesh. she tasted sweeter than watermelon. He licked her again, this time more slowly and felt a deep hunger within his whole body. He breathed in deeply before he placed his whole mouth against her damp folds and drank the sweet nectar from her loving cup. The end of his tail twitched when he heard velvty moan exit her mouth. The speed of his darting tngue increased. He was going to continue until a minute before dawn so the last taste in his mouth will be the sweet nectar of his mate and wife.