Night-time in New York City, the time of day during which many of the city’s freaks and other strange phenomena would come out from their hiding places, and for Chip he was no exception. Tonight he found himself in a place he frequented: an old automotive junkyard which served as a particularly handy place to scrounge for parts when his motorcycle needed repairs. However, tonight he would uncover something he wouldn’t have ever expected, another fellow freak of the night.

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It’s been sometime since the motorcycle incident that his rookery brother Lexington made to which he himself messed the entire vehicle up. The smaller gargoyle was definitely not happy with this development, so in an effort to make it up to him, he was scouring an automotive junkyard they went to last time to gather up the parts for the bike. Tonight he was alone, looking into piled up cars and motorcycles for the appropriate parts, being pretty cautious to not be seen by humans after what happened the last few times.

“Ugh…doing this alone is harder than it looks…” He muttered to himself as he kept looking.

“W-what would that be?” He asks, panting hard once their lips parted again, feeling very heated himself, but not sweating like the wolf man on top of him. His eyes showed nervousness, but yet lust as he looked to Chip.

Chip looked straight down into Brooklyn’s eyes, sensing both his anxiety and desire. “It’s time to show you what you’ve been missing, Brook.” He whispered in a heavy, lust-laden voice. One of the wolf’s soft paws trailed it’s way sensually down the crimson beast’s lithe form, passing under the waist of his jeans to grope at the rounded rear that sat tucked beneath the gargoyle’s tail.

He moaned once he felt the other grope is rear underneath the jeans. “Show me what I’m missing, Chip…when you do…be gentle about it okay?” He said softly with small pants in between.