Weregarurumon liked to fight. 

No. 

He loved it. 

He loved the thrill of battle as he ducked and weaved around his enemies. He loved the feeling of pain that surged all throughout his scarred body whenever he took hits and kicks from his opponents. He loved the thrill of victory, which brought with it the money he needed for his rent. And he loved the aftermath that followed once he stepped out onto the streets of Digital City 1-1-01, of which usually entailed some starstruck fan running him down and then begging to either feel up his pecs, kiss his abdomen, or let him bury his bone deep inside of their bodies. 

Male or female or other, it really didn't matter, only that they idolized him for his victories and wanted to worship his hunky form with their lips and asses; not even the thought of him being drenched down in sweat or covered in blood could stop them from lashing about their tongues and hands all across his body. His roommates often told him that he was going to get in trouble one day by letting such adoration go to his head, but the blue and white digital wolf couldn't help himself. He was born for this sort of lifestyle. 

Of course, he didn't always win though. 

Sometimes there was that one digimon who stepped into the caged ring with him that was just a little faster than him, a touch stronger, or a bit more dexterous. It was during those nights when his kicks always seemed to be a hair shy from landing, or when his fists weren't able to connect with fur, flesh, and bone, that Weregarurumon would end up growing angry with his opponent, and thus sloppy. Leaving his body open was something that that bipedal wolf almost never did, as he knew well enough that some of the combatants that he fought against would use abilities and the likes against him which could instantly send him reeling into the metal walls behind his back; glass cannon was what Leomon had often called him when they sparred with one another within the gymnasium in the basement of their apartment complex, much to his frustration. However, the truth of the matter was that despite all of his training, Weregarurumon was just not physically strong enough to take too many blows against his chest and abdomen.

Leomon had often nagged at him to wear extra armor in order to give himself more protection when it came to protecting his white furred torso in his fights, yet the bipedal wolf refused to do as such. His reasoning? It would deprive his fans of seeing his sexy chest and the scars which he had been given by various opponents throughout all his years of underground fighting. The rainbow maned lion would always roll his bright green eyes at said statement, right before poking him into the stomach with a finger, his claw having been retracted beforehand, of course. This would lead the two into a round of grappling with each other, as Weregarurumon would end up throwing a fist out to punch at his roommate, and thus end up having his hands caught by the foot taller feline. 

It was while struggling against each other that the two digimon would get hardons within their respective jeans, blue for the wolf and black for the lion. After that point, when their respective bodies would be boiling over with testosterone and eager desire, one of them would throw the other over across their head. If the one who had been sent sailing didn't get up in the time it took the other to pounce on them, then their pair would quickly find themselves locked within another form of grappling, the likes of which often involved a lack of pants. Nothing would be spoken about what happened afterwards, mostly because it was too awkward to talk about; Weregarurumon knew well enough that Leomon feelings for him ran deeper than mere friendship, however he was not sure that he could reciprocate the other digimon's affections, if only because he liked having a 'buffet' of opportunities presented to him. Of course this ended up making things a bit uncomfortable around the apartment afterwards, but thanks to their other roomies, WarGreymon and his younger twin BlackWarGreymon, the tension usually ended up settling back into relative harmony in a few days. 

That the two brothers were lovers was something that had thrown Weregarurumon for a loop, if only because he didn't exactly see the appeal that they shared for one another. WarGreymon, while not exactly a jerk, was most certainly hard to get along with thanks to his aloof nature and almost borderline stoic attitude. Nothing phased him. Not pranks in which a certain bipedal wolf would steal his armor and then paint it a bright shade of pink, nor giving the other gifts for his birthday at his brother's behest. The other was quite literally the definition of indifferent. BlackWarGreymon on the other paw was his polar opposite in almost every way.

From being loud and boisterous in almost all of his conversations and actions, to being a giant flirt, the likes of whom would often sit around the house in the nude just to tease everyone with his deliciously sexy body, the dark dragon digimon was the epitome of a party boy. It shouldn't have to be said that he and Weregarurumon got along almost perfectly whenever they were together, as they had so many likes and dislikes that sometimes others thought that they shared the same digital code as one another. The two could almost always be found hanging around each other whenever BlackwarGreymon and his brother weren't out doing their thing at the local Digimon Special Weapons and Tactics squadron that operated downtown at the Central Data Center. That the two were high ranking members wasn't all that surprising, given that they were megas, but at the same time Weregarurumon had no wish to join up with them, despite being asked on numerous occasions, as he liked being as wild and free as he could be. 

It was BlackWarGreymon who had introduced him to a number of substances, the likes of which often allowed him to 'liberate his mind' to a number of thoughts, the likes of which allowed him to be more than okay with burying his nose within WarGreymon ass and then licking his thick tongue all throughout the slimy interior of the other's firm rump. Weregarurumon was not a bottom by any stretch of the imagination, but some of the things BlackWarGreymon could get him to either drink or sniff would make a lot of his somewhat kinkier suggestions all the more appealing; this is how the bipedal wolf rationalized him allowing the golden haired digimon to tie him to the bed and get double penned by him and his brother, all the while Leomon hammered his dick home into his throat. 

Everyone agreed not to talk about what had happened, though a certain someone thought that it was funny to leave some rope hanging on his door knob every year following the anniversary of that particular sexual tryst. Weregarurumon swore up and down that it was BlackWarGreymon trying to be funny, but he had no proof, seeing as whoever the culprit was they used some kind of odor neutralizing spray to remove their scent from the object in question. That he kept said rope underneath a box underneath his bed was something that the bipedal wolf never spoke about, if only because it would be admitting to things that he would never be willing to admit to. 

With all of that said, Weregarurumon didn't second guess himself when BlackWarGreymon had asked him to get his brother a certain item from the local mall for his birthday. The other digimon had been feeling rather low as of late thanks to having been injured on the job last week after some idiot had thought it a brilliant idea to unleash a flood of virus data into their sector of the digital world. Though he was able to work with the other members of the Digital Special Weapons and Tactics Squad to neutralize the situation, in getting to the perpetrator in question WarGreymon had found himself getting heavily injured after taking a blow meant for the other members of the team. The term moronic idiot had filled the walls of the apartment days after the other was admitted to the local hospital for treatment, as BlackWarGreymon had been beside himself in both anger and frustration at the fact that he had almost lost his sibling, because of course the sex they shared with one another had been born of a deep affection, the likes of which made the other both possessive and protective of his sibling. 

It was in keeping this all in mind that the bipedal wolf had decided to enter himself into the local fights for the night in order to earn the money needed for the item that BlackWarGreymon wanted for his older brother, that said thing cost almost twice what he split a month in rent with the other was something that had made Weregarurumon wince in frustration upon checking it out through the data web, but considering who it was for he was going to purchase it all the same. It didn't matter that his opponent for the evening was BanchouLeomon. It also didn't matter that the other stood a head taller than him, and had muscles and scars covering his body that made him look like some kind of monster out of a nightmare. It also wasn't a concern to the bipedal wolf that the other had ten times the wins compared to his losses, as compared to his own five to one losses. 

The two warriors stepped into the ring at the same time as BanchouLeomon as trash techno music played in the background and the shouts of fans and other assorted spectators roared about the outside of the metal ring. Both digimon sized each other up in their own unique manner, with Weregarurumon taking long sniffs of the air in order to see if he could smell any weaknesses or old injuries that the other might have been hiding beneath the long black trench coat that he kept secured over his body, while the lion narrowed his golden eyes at the smaller male at the same time he rolled the piece of reed perched within his boxy muzzle around. Both snarled at one another in order to shake the other, but neither digimon was knocked off kilter by the fierce scowls they sent each other's way, though a sudden hush fell over the throng of onlookers who all froze up in shock. 

Both digimon smirked at each other at this point, a small bit of camaraderie between warriors, however, when the bell rang out for the fighting to begin all friendliness between each other evaporated in favor of them charging at each other with fists raised. 

BanchouLeomon struck out first, his massive fist looking all the fore like a speeding train as it whipped out throughout the air toward Weregarurumon. The bipedal wolf ducked beneath the thrown punch, nearly bowing himself in half as he did so. He then came up underneath the other with a flip kick, intending to nail the taller digimon in the face with the flat of his foot. Finding himself caught by the other's palm was something that completely shocked Weregarurumon, as he never expected the other to move so fast. 

The bipedal wolf had two seconds to realize what had happened before he found himself being slammed towards the concrete ground underneath him. It was only through catching himself on his hands that he kept from suffering a serious injury, though it wasn't enough for him to simply survive an assault like this. He wanted revenge. Twisting himself as best he could within BanchouLeomon's hand, he sent out another kick to the lion's face, this time landing the attack in question. The sight of spittle and the reed the other had still been chewing on flying out of the side of his slowly turning head was a feat that made Weregarurumon chuckle, yet his amusement quickly faded into nothing when a punch landed squarely into his body. 

How the other managed to perform such a move while he was all but spinning to the side was something that Weregarurumon would never know, but he didn't have time to care as he found himself fighting back a yelp of pain as he went down to the floor beneath him. It took him only a second to collect himself, though in the time he did so BanchouLeomon turned himself back around and then began chuckling at him. Pushing himself up from off of the floor, Weregarurumon stood up, popped his spine, and then centered his fist into the front of his body in a traditional boxing style. Deciding to match him, BanchouLeomon squared off against the bipedal wolf, the two slowly sliding themselves around the arena, all the while their nostrils flared as they took in much needed air into their lungs. 

In the seconds to follow both males charged forward, both throwing out punches and kicks using their respective styles of fighting to gain an advantage over the other digimon, without much success, as both were determined to take the other down. Blood and spit rained from out of both of their lips as they punched through one another's defenses time and time again, while various kicks tossed each other into the metal cage behind them causing it to rattle loudly. Not so much that the crowd, which had long since begun to cheer for them, to be drowned out, but enough to let everyone know that they weren't holding back. 

Weregarurumon ducked out of the way of an incoming punch aimed at his snout.

BanchouLeomon slapped away a knee aimed at his chest.

Weregarurmon landed three punches into the side of the lion's abdomen.

BanchouLeomon performed a perfect uppercut which raised the bipedal wolf off of his clawed feet.

Over and over again the pair injured one another with an impressive number of blows, though not in rapid succession as they were wise enough to back off in order to not leave themselves open for a powerful counter move that could completely cripple them. This continued for what seemed like hours, but was in fact only a few minutes for the pair. Finally, just as the fight was growing to fevered pitch with Weregarurmon quivering in place as he looked at BanchouLeomon who was growling and panting heavily from where he stood across from him, the two gave each other a look that said that the next attack would end things for the night. 

Pulling themselves up into their respective heights once more, both digimon channeled all of their strength into their arms and legs and then dove for one another. BanchouLeomon swung out a kick, the likes of which seemed to make the air around his limb actually vibrate, however, instead of hitting Weregarurumon, the bipedal wolf slid himself underneath his opponent, brushing his snout across the other's crotch as he did so, pulled himself up, and the hit the small of the lion's back just as he was attempting to turn around. The sound of bones popping was one that made everyone's stomachs turn. BanchouLeomon let out a painfilled roar at this, as his entire lower half felt as though it were on fire from the attack in question. Dropping down onto his knees the lion shook and quivered in place for several seconds, all the while Weregarurumon looked upon him as though he were expecting the other to try and get up and attack him once again.

That never happened though. 

Instead, the feline turned his head to regard the shorter male, and then nodded to him. 

He then passed out onto the floor after his. 

The sound of the victory bell ringing was one that made Weregarurumon smile, as he now could relax his tired body. A few minutes after he was heralded as the winner as BanchouLeomon was taken out of the ring via a stretcher, since he didn't wake up when roused. Throwing his hands up into the air, the bipedal wolf let out a massive howl, the likes of which made everyone roar in approval over his victory. Weregarurmon soon found himself gazing at a chubby looking Gargomon who was coming into the cage in order to hand him his prize money, via a data chip, however, from the look on the other's face it was clear that the long eared rabbit wanted to personally show his approval for him winning against the feline. This was made abundantly clear when, after hanging him his winnings, he whispered for the bipedal wolf to meet him out back.

A nod was the only confirmation to gun bunny's request, much to his delight. 

Uploading the money into his personal account as he made his way out of the cage and onto the street, Weregarurumon sent off a pre-order for the item that BlackWarGreymon wanted him to get, plus a notice for him to get up early tomorrow to go and get it and then take it down to the hospital to WarGreymon, right before he turned a corner to head into a nearby alleyway. Standing there within the darkness as the light of the full moon shone down on his sweat stained fur, Weregarumon allowed the cold radiance to wash him down for nearly ten minutes before his ears perked at the sound of a nearby door being thrown open. The sight of a familiar head popping out to look about the area was followed by the Gargomon from earlier letting out a happy chirp before waddling his way out and then over to where the taller digimon stood with his arms crossed and one foot placed backwards onto the aged brick wall behind him.

"Nice to see that you decided to take me up on my offer." The chubby bunny giggled as he looked up at the taller male.

"I haven't been beaten in the head bad enough to turn down an offer for free sex from someone so cute." And the day he did was the day Weregarurumon promised himself that he would submit himself for a full data wipe.

The gun bunny smiled as he leaned himself up to try and kiss the bipedal wolf. Weregarurumon turned his head at the attempt, leading the rabbit to end up smooching the side of his cheek. When he made a noise within his throat in curiosity over the action, Weregarurumon flicked his tail before speaking. 

"Sorry, but I don't like kissing." This was not actually true, as the memory of a drunken tumble with a pair of brothers flashed within the blue and white wolf's mind reminding him of the time when he had happily slathered his tongue around the mouths of the siblings who he had been happily cuddling up with at the time. The memory of their hands, calloused and worn as they were, dancing across his naked chest as they rubbed themselves into his naked body made Weregarurumon shiver and then whimper slightly. 

"I see." Gargomon chuckled somewhat wistfully before shrugging and then pulling back. "That's fine, so long as it's okay for me to kiss another part of you." 

Weregarurumon hissed slightly as he listened to the metallic groan of his zipper as it was pulled down by deft hands. Turning his head back around, the blue and white wolf watched as the chubby bunny popped the button holding his pants open and then shuffled his torn jeans down from off of his waist. Golden eyes looked on as the rabbit's beady brown eyes bulged wide as he looked over his white sheath and balls. It was quite obvious that the other hadn't expected him to be so large, seeing as the heated scent of need rose up all the stronger from the shorter male's fluffy body. Leaning his nose down and then taking in a strong sniff, Weregarurumon found himself drinking in the plethora of odors which rose up from off of the rabbit's body, the strongest of which was the bittersweet smell of lust, however there were various other scents that coated the gun bunny's body. Oil, more than likely from his hand gun turrets, which were missing. Carrots, because of course. And a vanilla fragrance that was more than likely a part of the other's personal scent, though it was covered in cigarette smoke and thick musk, probably from all of the men that the other digimon had brushed up against.

His own cool, clean musk quickly rose up to cover all of these smells though once the rabbit reached out and then began stimulating his groin with his fat little fingers. Weregarurumon moaned loud and deep as he rolled his hips forward in response to the touch. His tail slowly swayed behind his back harder and harder as the tip of his crimson colored cock peeked out to see what all the fuss was about. The wolf found himself letting out a short bark when his manhood was swiped over by a very large tongue. The heated feeling made him throw his hands against the sides of the wall behind him in order to grip his claws into the bricks. A familiar chuckle echoed throughout the dirty alleyway just as he clenched his eyes shut from a second lick of that very talented tongue. 

"Glad to see that someone can appreciate my talents." The gun bunny murmured after taking a third swipe across the now half hard vein covered organ throbbing in front of his brown eyes. "A lot of guys try and play hard to get, but you're actually…" Was about as far as the other got before Weregarurumon grabbed him by the back of the head and then squeezed his skull.

Gargomon let out a yip, which is exactly what the bipedal wolf wanted, before in the seconds to follow he jammed the little slut's face forward onto his jerking cock. He quickly released the other once he could feel the other swiftly start to coat his dick with gooey licks. 

"If you've got the time to chatter, you've got the time to suck my cock. So shut up and get to it, because I've got somewhere to be." The wolf hated it when his whores thought that he wanted to hear their life story. If he wanted to listen to someone else's drama he'd go home and watch one of those live action plays that Leomon liked so much. 

Thinking about the rainbow maned feline caused Weregarurumon to shudder. 

He really liked it when he could get the lion down onto his knees like the rabbit who was now swallowing down his pre-come spurting shaft. It might have been a simple thing of him dominating the other male, given that he was both taller and wider than him, two traits that always made the blue and white wolf eager to take his opponents down a peg, or perhaps it was something else that he didn't feel like defining. Either way, as Gargomon began to bob his head back and forth across his cock, reaching a hand up to rub over his heavy balls which swayed in between his legs as he did so, Weregarurumon found himself pushing the thoughts of the hunky lion out of his mind in favor of working the little slut's throat like a well oiled machine.

Not wanting to be a complete ass though, the fighter moved his foot forward towards the gun bunny's crotch, rubbing over the wet bulge within the other's pants with his talons as he did so. The rabbit let out a happy chitter at this, more than likely having never thought that the other male would share in the pleasurable sensations that were threatening to blow his mind. 

In response to the treatment he was receiving, Gargomon hummed around the flavorful piece of pointed meat which throbbed within his overly warm maw. Looking up at the other, the gun bunny smirked around his treat. Weregarurumon lifted an eyebrow at the look, but soon hissed and then growled when flat teeth began to nibble on his stalk of flesh right before the rabbit's lips sucked on his dick hard enough to send trembles running throughout his body. At this point the wolf's tail beat against the wall behind his back with such force that it sounded almost like some strange tribal call to war. Down below his balls jerked up as they sent out more fluid down into Gargomon's throat, of which spasmed in a vehement attempt to control the flow as it rushed down into his cuddly belly. 

"Damn you're good." Weregarurumon had to give credit where credit was due, usually it took both Leomon and WarGreymon a moment to get into slobbering over his knob, so to speak, the two male's being rather reserved in this kind of sexual play, despite enjoying taking it up the ass whenever their lust boiled over. 

A whimper escaped from out of the fighter's throat as he thought about going home and breeding his two roomies, it had been a while since they had played around, and with the way the bunny down below was thrusting his head back and forth over his manhood with growing fervor it would be good to find the other two males and force them to bend over of him. Pumping his hips forward with equal force, Weregarurmon and Gargomon found themselves working one another over in order to get each other off. The sounds of sucking lips, thrusting hips, and animalistic calls of bliss bounced throughout the darkened alley as the moon above rose further across the city, consequently illuminating the illicit act as the minutes ticked on. 

It was just as his knot had grown out to nearly half of its full size that Weregarurmon decided to take charge over the situation. Grabbing Gargomon's head once again, the bipedal wolf jammed his pelvis forward, mashing the rabbit's face deep into his groin before slapping his face with the growing ball of crimson flesh that seemed to demand entry into the warm orifice that was in front of it. Inside of the gun bunny's throat Weregarurumon's cock was all but locked securely within his esophagus, the pulsating stalk of flesh, which was no less than thirteen inches long, shot out thicker and thicker strings of goopy pre-come down into the gun bunny's body. The heat of the fluids made a pleasant feeling of goodness radiate through the shorter digimon's entire being, this could be seen by how his eyes were slowly rolling up into his head as he was continually used like a fleshlight by the stronger male. 

Down below his jiggling belly, Gargomon's cock was all but straining to get out from his pants as the dark spot which had long since bloomed over the front of the material had surged out to wet nearly the entire front of the other's pants. Feeling this, Weregarurumon pricked the talon of his foot, which was still rubbing over the wet mass, into the rabbit's cock. That did it for Gargomon, as the touch of pain was all that his body needed to send him over the precipice of ecstasy. 

Semen gushed out from the head of the shorter male's cock, frothing out down onto the dirty ground beneath his body until it slowly became a sticky puddle of liquid musk that Weregarurumon couldn't help but enjoy as he flexed his nose back and forth. The smell of the rabbit's orgasm triggered something in the predatory digimon's psyche, the likes of which made his balls jump up and his knot fully inflate itself outside of the gun bunny's lips. Throwing his head up to the sky in order to let out a bone chilling howl, Weregarurumon sounded off the call of his own climax as the head of his dick spurted out several strong ropes of cum. Grinding the other male's face as deep into his groin as he could, despite keeping his knot outside of the other's lips, as he did not want to be stuck to the other's face right then, Weregarurumon came inside of his current conquest for what seemed like an eternity as his balls dumped out literal cups of digital sludge.

Eventually the fighter had nothing more to give, and so with a shuddering groan the wolf pulled himself away from the dopey looking rabbit. Seeing the look of unconscious bliss on the other's face, Weregarurumon chuckled before reaching down to grasp his still hard erection. Pumping himself over several times the blue and white wolf sent out a few spurts across the kneeling bunny's face, making his already white fur even whiter. After the last string of his semen had finished painting the other's face, Weregarurumon massaged his cock back into his sheath, zipped himself up, and then rebuttoned the clasp of his pants. Turning away from the little slut the fighter reached back to snap his fingers into the other's ears waking him up from his sexual daze.

"Wh-what happened?" The rabbit asked as he rolled his eyes back down and then reached up to massage his suddenly pounding head.

"You did what rabbits do best, slut." Weregarurumon chuckled before walking out of the alleyway and then down the street out of sight.

The next day the bipedal wolf found himself carrying a wrapped gift into WarGreymon's room while Leomon stood beside him teasing him endlessly about coming home smelling like a rabbit last night, Weregarurumon having completely forgotten to wash up the previous night after stumbling home to the apartment.

"Shut up." The fighter barked as he slapped his tail against the other's firm rump, much to the lion's endless amusement.