New Beginnings

Rating: Strong R [minor sex between two consenting minors (Jake=15, Tobias=14)]

What to Expect: Shounen-ai, fluff, some deep thoughts, LEMON

Disclaimer: I don't own these characters, and I never will. I also do not have permission from the author of the Animorphs series, Miss K. A. Applegate. I was just in a slump for a new slash/yaoi topic, and I found the answer on my little brother's bookshelves.

I wish I had no memories of anything that happened that night. If only I could forget it all . . .

I called around to the others. Everyone was shaky, but they were all alive. Rachel kept trying to apologize for leaving me. Marco just kept asking if I was sure that this wasn't a dream.

I guess I should have had the worst nightmares of my life that night, but I didn't. The world of nightmares was a joke compared to my new reality.

But by the next morning, a Saturday, I half believed it all had been a nightmare. The only thing that seemed real . . . really real . . . was the way the Andalite had of smiling with just his eyes.

I woke up from a beautiful dream about Tobias when my mom started pounding on my door.

"Jake, are you awake in there?"

I was now. "Um, yeah," I groaned. "I'm up."

"Your friend Tobias is here and I'm going out to do some shopping. I'm dropping Tom of at The Sharing and your dad's at work, so you're the boss. Don't trash the house, and I'll be back around 1:00."

"Okay, mom. Bye." What was Tobias doing here? My dream boy was here, in my house, about to come into my room. I realized that all I had on were a pair of boxers. I noticed a dull ache in my groin. Oh great, he's gonna come in, see my 'happiness', and never speak to me again.

Tobias is about 5' 7, with big blue eyes that always seem kind of dreamy, and unruly blond hair. Natural blond, not bleach. He must have a bit of German in his ancestry somewhere. I don't know how much he weighs, but I can tell you that there is no fat on him anywhere. Actually, he's kind of skinny, which is one of the reasons he gets picked on so much.

"It's me." Tobias's sexy voice. "Can I come in?"

"Um, sure." I sat up in my bed and blinked several times, trying to get my eyes unglued. The door opened. I heard Tobias say thank you to my mom.

He was glowing. I swear, he was glowing. Not like he was radioactive or anything, I don't mean that. It's just that his eyes were shining bright, and his incredibly cute face was one big grin, and he seemed to be tingling with energy, bouncing like he couldn't stand still.

The scene was so beautiful. Tobias standing there in my room, looking even cuter then he normally did. Me sitting in my bed, almost bursting out of my boxers. Luckily, the quilt was still wrapped around me so he couldn't notice.

"I did it," Tobias said.

I tried to get my hair to go in one direction by raking my fingers through it, flexing my chest as I did, letting him get a perfect view of it. My family has a hint of Asian in our ancestry. It's not enough to change my eye or hair color. My skin is about three-quarters of a shade darker then an all-American kid's, not enough to bother with, and, also thanks to the Asian piece, my body has basically no hair on it. I'm about 5' 10, which is kind of tall for my age, with brown eyes and dark brown hair, and I weigh 137 pounds of pure muscle. I just turned 15, by the way.

"What are you talking about?"

I was yawning when he answered.

"I became Dude."

I stopped yawning. My mouth actually snapped shut. Dude is Tobias's cat. "Huh?"

Tobias glanced around like there might be spies in the room. "I became Dude. Just like the Andalite said."

I just stared.

"It was so amazing. It didn't hurt or anything. I was petting him last night and . . ."

"Prove it."

I startled myself when I said that. I really didn't doubt Tobias. How could I doubt the one I love? But I really needed to see this for myself.

"Huh?"

"Sorry about that, Tobias. It's just that this is beyond weird. I really need to see this for myself. No offense."

"None taken, Jake. Watch this. It'll knock you out."

You don't need to change into an animal in order to knock me out; the sight of you naked could probably do it.

Tobias put his hand on my arm. "Just sit there. And don't scream or anything."

So I waited.

For a few seconds nothing happened. Then I looked at him very carefully. His eyes weren't completely round anymore. They were sort of slitted like . . . a cat's eyes. And he was shrinking. Slowly at first, then faster. He was growing fur in a tortoise-shell pattern. And he was growing a tail. In a minute, there was a cat named Tobias sitting on my bedroom floor.

Wow. What was that? It sounded like the way the Andalite had spoken. Had I just heard Tobias's thoughts? This could work to my advantage. "Tobias, if you can hear me, nod."

The cat . . . Tobias nodded. Very strange to see a cat nod in a very human way.

"Do you still feel normal? Did the morphing hurt? Do you have cat instincts?"

< I wish he would slow down with the questions. >

There it was again. I was hearing Tobias's thoughts. He nodded once, shook his head once, and sort of did both.

"Did that last one mean 'I don't know'?"

Nod.

"Well, let's try to find out."

< This is so cool. Maybe he'll pet me. >

I thought that was a good idea. I picked Tobias up off the floor and gently deposited him in my lap. Right on top of my erection.

< Wow. This is so awesome. I've wanted to feel his arms around me forever, and now it's happening. Well, close anyway. What's this thing digging into my chest? Oh my god, it's his . . . I'm sitting on Jake's . . . >

I started to pet him. I lovingly rubbed my hands down his back, to his tail. He started to purr. He settled down in my lap and I think that he might have gone to sleep.

< This must be heaven. Sitting in the lap of a young hot guy I've wanted forever, while his hands are petting me and he's throbbing beneath me . . . >

We stayed like that for almost an hour. Then Tobias woke up. He jumped off the bed and started to go back to human. Unmorph? . . . No . . . Demorph!

He started to grow taller, and his fur started disappearing. His tail was sucked back into his spine and his paws and claws started to look more and more human like.

When he was done, there was a very blond, very cute, very naked Tobias standing in my bedroom.

His whole body blushed.

"I haven't figured out how to morph with clothes on yet."

"Oh, don't worry about it. The view of morphing is great."

I startled myself again by saying that. Oh great, now he's sure to find out that I'm gay. I know he is, but I'm not sure I want him to know that I am yet.

He blushed again. "You really think the view is that good?"

Oh well, I already started this. Might as well go all the way.

"The view is awesome. You have a great body, Tobias."

"I . . . You do too."

"You think so, huh? Well, maybe you'd like to get a little closer to it."

I stood up and started to walk towards the naked god in the middle of my room, my erection jutting out, making my boxers a virtual tent.

"I . . . I think that I'd like that a lot."

I was standing right in front of him. I chanced a quick glance down. His uncut dick, surrounded by blond hair, was standing at full attention. About 7 inches, give or take centimeters.

"I think I'd like it too."

"Jake, I . . . . . I love you."

"I love you too, Tobias."

I dug inside his mouth, learning every contour, every line with my tongue. He fought back, our tongues colliding, battling each other for possession of his mouth. He won, and pushed his advantage forward until he was inside my mouth.

I accepted this, using my defeat there as an excuse to seek new territory. I moved my hands down his chest, stopping at the nipples. I played with them a bit, before moving down to his stomach and abs.

He mouth separated from mine, he let out a moan and his hands flew down to my hips, to the waistband of my boxers. He pushed them down, using his hands to get them down my thighs, then letting my legs do the rest of the work. His arms came up and wrapped around my neck, pulling his face closer to mine.

As my 7-inch cut dick, finally free, reached up and crossed his like a sword, I let out a moan, and his mouth found mine again.

I reached down to his hips and, after rubbing them a few times, moved my right hand to the front of his body, feeling my fingers snake through the velvety hair at the base of his member, leaving my left arm wrapped around his lower body.

I connected my fingers at the base and slid them forward on his long, smooth shaft, feeling the edges and contours of the tool below me; feeling the outline as the shaft turned to glans underneath the skin that was still there from birth.

As I reached the end, I pulled on the bit of skin hanging loosely from the end. He moaned. I liked what I heard. I pushed my hand back the length of it, pulling the skin with me, exposing the head, shiny with pre-cum. I took my thumb and swirled it around on the slick surface. He gasped, like he was losing air, and his arms started to take more of his weight, like he was going to collapse. Why?

Of course, since he still had skin protecting it, he would be much more sensitive then I was. So I had to be careful. I didn't want to hurt my beloved.

I brought my hand back to the front again, letting the skin drape over him again, helped by the slickness.

I took my hand from his member, and started to bring it up his chest again.

I felt, rather then saw, his hand wrap around my wrist, since my eyes were closed as we kissed. He guided my hand back down to his tool, and placed my hand on it. I closed my hand around it, and he guided my hand back and forth a few times, each time I did anything his breathing would change just a bit.

Without saying anything, he had just delivered a very clear message: I want you to keep doing that. I was more than happy to oblige.

I tightened my grip on him, still moving my hand back and forth, wondering why he seemed to like this so much. I broke a kiss and looked down at the scene beneath me. Of course. His skin, sliding back and forth on the head must create additional sensations to his extra-sensitive tool.

I could tell that he really liked it. His breathing was heavy and occasionally he would make small gasping noises or moan.

I started to experiment with different rhythms and grips. I pulled the skin back and touched the head to my abdomen, then moved him in slow circles, leaving a trail of pre-cum behind. His breathing was heavy as I did this, and I remembered how sensitive he was, so I didn't do it for that long.

I took his cock and touched his head to mine, the seed on top of each of us mingling with together to make further evidence of our union. I took my hand from around his waist and wrapped my hands around both of us, crushing us together. Then, with that two-handed grip, I started up and down again, pushing us against each other as our bodies became temples of pleasure, stroking us both at the same time.

I felt Tobias again, thrusting his hips up towards my moving hands. His moans also seemed to be becoming more high-pitched. I took this information in, processed it, and decided that he was on the edge.

I took my grip from myself, and went back to a comfortable one-handed grasp on the golden god in front of me.

His arm separated from around my neck and trailed down my body to my aching member. He grasped it and started working up a rhythm . . . and then I took his hand away.

"No, baby. It's not my turn yet."

"But . . . oh god, Jake . . . I want to . . . to share it with y-you."

"You already are, love. In your voice, your breathing, your body, your . . ." He reached up and kissed me. " . . . Mouth. Love speaks in many languages."

"Ohhh, Jake."

He kissed me again. And in that moment I felt, running through his body, a current that could only mean one thing. I pumped down once, up once, then down, then . . .

He exploded across my chest and penis. His mouth suddenly separated from mine, letting a loud hiss escape his mouth as his teeth clenched at the sensation. I continued to pump, milking every ounce of juice from his body. I thought that the releases from within him would never end.

I continued to pump his softening tool until it became no more then a fraction of what it was only moments before. When I stopped, he came back from his private world that is reached with the highest feelings: Love and Indescribable Pleasure.

"Did I ever tell you how beautiful you look when you do that? That heavenly expression on your face, that aura that seems to surround you; you look like a god, Tobias."

"Right about now, I feel like a god. Did I ever tell you how much I love you?"

"Not in the last two minutes."

He reached up and kissed me, again. Then, suddenly, he thrust forward with his tongue and hips, driving me backwards. He broke the kiss.

"I love you."

He pushed forward with his hips again, making me trip and fall onto my bed, with him on top of me. So this was where he was trying to go. I used some of my bed sheets to wipe up the seed that was spread across our chests.

He smiled at me, and I saw a glimmer that I had never before seen in his eyes. Almost mischievous.

He kissed my cheek. Then my chin. Then my neck. He was heading south. He latched onto the side of my neck and, after a small bite, started sucking away like a vampire. My whole body was racked with pleasure. I let a moan escape my lips. When he heard that, he stopped sucking, came back to my mouth for a small kiss, then continued his journey south.

He finished the neck, making a small circle of kisses around the front. He started kissing his way down my chest. My back started involuntarily arching itself towards the source of heat and pleasure.

He started to make a diagonal line from my neck, kissing his way down to my right nipple. He kissed a ring around it, then started to suck on it. I groaned as waves of gentle pleasure started to contort my body. His teeth closed around it gently, and his tongue started to flick back and forth across it, slowly turning it into a hard nub. Then he moved to my other nipple, repeating the process.

He finished there and moved back to the center of my chest before moving down again. He continued to lick, kiss, and suck his way down to my stomach. His hands flew over my abs, just enjoying the feeling.

"Aww man, Jake. Your body is so perfect. I could stay like this forever, just looking at your chest."

"No, you couldn't," I said as I flexed the muscles in my member, making it throb while it was pressed against his chest.

"Maybe you're right, Jake. There are much more interesting places that I could be going to." His eyes sparkled, and he flashed that heart-stopping grin at me.

He took the last few inches of his journey very slowly. Savoring it, he said.

When he got to my area, he nuzzled his face into the hair that he found, inhaling deeply. He dragged his face against my aching member. I braced myself for what was coming. He went right by. I whimpered; a sound I didn't even know that I could make.

He looked up and me and grinned. I could tell that he liked that sound.

His hands came forward and stroked my balls. I squirmed. It felt good, but at the same time, it almost tickled.

"Please, Tobias. Please. Stop this torture. You have no idea what you're doing to me."

"Alright Jake. I'll stop. What do you want me to do now?" he asked in a voice that sounded so childish, so dependent on me telling him what to do, that I barely stopped myself from laughing.

"Well, why don't you move your head up my body about 7 inches . . . and then do the first thing that comes to mind."

"You got it, Big Jake."

He started the trip upwards that I had suggested, and seemed to enjoy teasing me about it.

"And how big you are, Jake," he gasped as he finished the distance. "Now, whatever am I going to do here? All I see here is the head of your dick, Jake. I don't know what I should do with it."

He was teasing me. Playing with me, like a cat with a mouse. I knew what he wanted. He wanted to hear me say what I wanted him to do. Well, I wasn't going to give him that satisfaction. At least, not yet.

"Well Jake, what am I to do this hard piece of developing manhood beneath me? Maybe I could . . . Nah, that's not what you want. Wait, I could . . . No. Well, maybe. What do you think?"

Never mind that last thought. The teasing was too much. "Suck me off, Tobias."

"Pardon me, Jake? I couldn't quite hear you."

"Go down on me, Tobias."

"Jake, did you just say what I think you said?" he asked, acting like he was surprised at my request.

"Tobias, I'm going to be as clear as I can possibly be. I want you to put your wonderful mouth, with those fantastic lips that you have, around my member. I want your tongue to caress my cock while it's in your mouth. I want your mouth to slide up and down on me. I want you to suck on my dick."

I reached down, cupped his head in my hands, pulled it close, kissed him, and asked him very gently, "Got it?"

"I know."

He went back down, my genital hair brushing up against his smooth chest as he slid down my body.

As he positioned his head above my dick, he opened his mouth and slowly let out a breath of warm air, right onto me. I was already throbbing, and the last thing I needed was additional foreplay.

If I got anymore stimulation before he went down on me, I would probably go off on him right there.

He slowly moved his head down, and gently closed his lips around my head. I felt his tongue swirl around it.

My whole body convulsed as I gasped, reacting to this entirely new sensation.

He lifted his mouth off me. "How did that feel? Want some more?" He licked his lips.

"Yes, Tobias. Hell, yes."

Suddenly, he plunged his whole mouth around me. I was in shock. I didn't know how to deal with this incredible array of brand-new sensory information.

A pleasure beyond anything I had ever experienced before. That, coupled with the psychological high of knowing that it was Tobias who was doing it, was giving my body a will of it's own.

I rode the waves of pleasure like surfer, moaning and groaning and whispering his name, telling him that I loved him and what he was doing to me.

I could tell that he enjoyed my praise. Being somewhat of an outcast at school, and having the most screwed-up home life possible, not that many people had ever told him that he was really good at anything.

But man, was he good at this. He knew what he was doing, and I was a victim of this boy's irresistible charm and beautiful body.

"Uhhhh man, Tobias. That feels so good."

I was restraining myself from going off. I wanted to feel this sensation as long as possible. But at the rate that Tobias was going, I really didn't think that I'd be able to hold it in for much longer.

He seemed to be thoroughly enjoying himself. Occasionally he would glance up at my face and see the look of pure happiness on it. His eyes would sparkle and he would get a little better, if that's possible, for a few seconds.

I was surprised that I lasted for as long as I did. When the boiling feeling in my body reached its peak temperature, I told him.

"Tobias, hold on. I'm gonna . . . . . . .bloooowwww."

I yelled as I exploded inside his mouth. The incredible pressure that had been building up inside of me was gone suddenly, leaving behind a feeling of luxury. Basking in the waves of sensuality, I noticed something. His mouth was still on me, and I could see his Adam's Apple throbbing. I couldn't believe it. He was swallowing it. And I told him so, once I came down.

"Th . . That wasn't nasty?"

"Uh-Uh. Your love tastes sweet."

I reached down, and cupped his head in my hands. I brought his face up to mine, dragging his body back up me, and I kissed him again. A deep, passionate kiss. A love kiss, not a lust kiss. I could taste what I was pretty sure was me in his mouth.

"Tobias, I lo . . ."

"Shhhh. I know."

We curled up next with each other, just warming each other's bodies and souls.

"My Tobias," I murmured into his hair, stroking it softly.

"Did you say something?"

"I called you 'My Tobias'."

"Does that mean that I can call you 'My Jake'?"

"Of course."

"I like it when you call me that."

"My Tobias?"

"Yea. It makes me feel like I'm loved."

"Well, you * should * feel like you're loved. Nobody deserves to be treated the way that you were, especially not a wonderful person like you."

"Well, maybe I'm just unlucky."

"Yea? Well, I'll tell you this, Tobias. Out of all the people in the world, I am so glad that you're my first. I * am * the luckiest guy in the world. I mean, I'm so lucky to be the first of such a beautiful person."

Tobias's whole body blushed. I could feel his skin, pressed against mine, getting hotter.

"Well, if that constitutes towards being lucky, then I'm pretty lucky. Look at me. The cutest, hottest, most wonderful person in the world is my first."

"So you've done this before?"

"No, Jake," he sighed with exasperation. "I was talking about you."

"No you're not. You're talking about yourself."

He blushed again. He must not get a lot of compliments.

"I'm serious, Jake. The first moment I saw you, I knew I was in love. What else could this incredible feeling inside of me be? I've loved you for almost a year now, but I've never gotten the courage to even say 'hi' to you. Then you saved me from those punks that day, and I saw a way to initiate myself into your life."

I knew what he was talking about. Two weeks ago, I had rescued Tobias from two jerks who were giving him a swirly in the bathroom. I told the two creeps to step off and they did. They didn't bug him anymore. That must be that inner leadership thing that my teachers are always telling me I have.

"Tobias, I've loved you for a while as well. That day that I saved you, I saw as an opportunity to be a hero, and possibly win your heart. Then you started to tag along with me, and I found a way for me to get closer to you."

"And then, Jake, we found Elfangor. Without meeting him, this relationship probably never would have happened. I mean, if I hadn't been able to morph, I wouldn't have had anything interesting to tell you, and I wouldn't be here right now."

"Tobias, I strongly believe with all my heart, that this would have happened eventually. Luck had nothing to do with it. True love will find a way. Elfangor just speeded it up."

"I'm just glad that I have you."

We kissed again. I could have held that kiss forever. Eventually, we broke off again. We lay there, in each other's arms, just content with lying there.

Today two wishes had been granted. Although they were from two very different people, the wishes were the same. Love had been found.

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We must have fallen asleep, because when I looked at the clock, it was two hours later.

I stroked Tobias's hair, whispering to him. "Tobias. Wake up, beautiful."

He slowly stirred out of his sleep. "Huh, Jake? I must have fallen asleep. What time is it?"

"It's just after noon."

"Oh, shit. My uncle was expecting me home an hour ago."

He jumped off the bed, out of my embrace. He quickly grabbed his clothes off the floor and shoved them on.

He was standing at the door, fully dressed, but he had a puzzled frown on his face.

"Did you forget something, Tobias?" I asked, walking over to him.

"Yea, I think I did."

He leaned over and put his arms around me.

"A goodbye kiss."

He reached up and captured my mouth with his. It was a short kiss, but full of emotion.

"Goodbye for now, my Tobias," I said as he broke away.

"Let's do this again sometime, okay Jake?"

"I'm looking forward to it."

With that, he walked out of my room. I stood there, naked, looking after him, with the strangest feeling that it would be some time before we would do it again.

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Over the next couple days, I felt myself change. I was smiling more, and had more energy. And I couldn’t wait to see Tobias everyday. And I started calling him by another name: koi or koi-chan. It means ‘my love’ in Japanese. I’ve started to get interested in that particular part of my heritage. That means that I can tell him that I love him in the halls of school without getting weird looks, ‘cause no-one understands it.

Three days later, we pulled off a mission that put us straight into the depths of hell. We went down to the Yeerk Pool.

I’ll spare you the details; but what you should know is that with our original intent of rescuing humans, we managed to pull one. Out of the hundreds down there, we got one woman out.

Marco, Cassie, Rachel, and I got out safely, but Tobias had to hang behind for a while. He was in hawk morph, so I was assured that he would fly out as soon as the opportunity presented itself.

It was almost morning when I woke up to the sound of tapping on my bedroom window. It was Tobias. I guess on a normal day I would have freaked at first, but I was so tired from the mission, that if Heero and Quatre from Gundam Wing materialized in my room and started making out, I probably wouldn’t have given them a second glance.

I walked over to the window and let him in. “Hey, koi-chan. You got out all right, huh? C’mon, morph back. You can stay here for the night. You can even have the bed. I’m so tired I could sleep on a Dill Brand (1) circle and not care.”

< I couldn’t do that, Jake. >

“Why the hell not? I guess that you’ll have to sleep with me then.” I think that deep inside me, I already knew why not. I just think that I refused to admit it to myself at the time. “C’mon, man. Morph back. My Tobias . . .”

< Jake . . . it took me a lot longer then two hours to get out of there. And there was no way I could demorph. I guess . . . I guess this is me from now on. >

“No . . .” I felt like I was falling, like I would never stop. “Ha, ha. Quit joking, Tobias. Please tell me that this is a joke . . .”

He looked at me with those cold, predatory eyes. < I’m so sorry, Jake. I didn’t want for it to turn out like this. I’ll go now. >

He spread his wings, and before I could stop him, he took off. “TOBIAS!!” I yelled after him.

“NO! No! No. no . . .” I slumped to the floor. I could feel the tears running freely down my cheeks. It wasn’t fair. I had finally found him, and then lost him in the next couple of days. I felt a shudder go through my body as I sobbed freely. It wasn’t fair.

For the first time since I was three years old, I fell asleep on my bedroom floor, crying myself to sleep.

I'm finally done. YAY : - ) Like the *new* ending? ( I’ve really done it now. People will be after my blood for a sequel now. What have I done *_*U ) I thought that I left off a bit too suddenly. It didn't include enough major details. And there was something missing . . . Yes, it was good, old-fashioned, crying. And I like it better now, so there :-p

After almost a week of work, my first Animorphs slash is officially completed. I always make the first one pretty sexiful, so my next one will probably be more feeling. Maybe a songfic. Whatever.

Also, I'm trying to tie my slash in with the real books, but I'm going to run into trouble. Since Tobias is now a hawk for the rest of his life, I'm going to have to either to bend the rules, or forget about Tobias, and proceed with a Jake/Marco relationship. Read my lips: ANGST.

What do you think? Who should get Jake? Should Ax be put into a relationship? Already my sick little mind is pumping out possibilities. Feedback is also appreciated. No flames. Also, I would like other people to submit their stories to me, or give me ideas for new ones. Anyway, that's it.

"I do so enjoy our little encounters, as potentially painfull as they might be. But it is late, I am tired, and there is so much left to do. Goodnight, Mr. Bond."

Sir Charles Grey, as the infamous James Bond villian, Ernst Stavro Blofeld, in 'Diamonds are Forever'