A Dark and Stormy Day || [Hybrid Polycule]

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It had just rained. The leopard hated the rain. It made the velvety fur covering his body feel atrocious as Touya did his best to cover the smaller male beside him. If it never rained again, maybe he could have a chance at being happy. Maybe. Until then, he'd do his best to shield Shouto from it as the droplets came down on their sorry excuse for a home. Although, honestly, calling it that was anything but accurate. In reality, it was a shitty tent the elder runaway had stolen a few years prior, littered with holes from usage. It wasn't much, but it was enough to keep Shouto shielded when he couldn't get them a motel room.

When the storm died down, however, he moved carefully, promising the younger male he'd be back with food before he began walking. He had to squeeze the water from his sodden fur as he moved, carefully remaining in the shadows of their current alleyway. His pelt was messy and patchy. Its color was a mix of black, white, gray, and hints of red or purple. He clearly dyed it, but dying your entire body was a hassle, and he didn't have the patience for it. So, he tried to make it look as intentional as possible with little effort.

After a few moments, Touya made his way out to the main roads, pulling up his hood as he tugged his sleeves down. He always kept his tail wrapped around himself and his head down when in busier spots, not interested in getting animal control on his ass. Shouto had to deal with enough because of him, so he couldn't make it worse, even if he used to be jealous of the younger male. Even if, sometimes, he still was. They were in this together, and it was his fault the boy wasn't in some plush house where he'd be treated as nicely as he deserved. It was his fault that the boy only got two halfway decent meals on a good day.

So, he was hunting. Or, at least, what he called hunting. He was scanning the people outside, gauging how willing they'd be to get him a motel room for the night for the only thing he could offer. Or how much of a pushover they'd be. Either worked, just so long as he could get Shouto a bed for the night, a hair dryer for evident reasons, and a spot to hang up his sopping wet clothes.

Then he saw the man. He was massive and incredible, and Touya wanted him. He stepped over to the man, eyes flicking over him before he started walking beside him and grinning up at him. "Hey there, handsome, got somewhere to be tonight?" It was far more agreeable than he usually was, but his words drawled with a sweet purring tone as he leaned towards the other. He was doing this for a reason, for Shouto, but... he was also being a little selfish with it. The guy looked like he could manhandle him like a bag of feathers, and he was into that. He wanted him. He wanted to be held, even if it was just for sex. He wanted to possibly enjoy it, maybe... if he even could anymore.