Teaching Nashville - Intro
by Dead Pegasus
edited by tannim
June 23, 2011

	In the back of his mind, Brooklyn couldn't help but wonder what a pain in the ass it was going to be to clean up.  He and Katana were going to have to use half the towels on the rack for sure, as the bathroom floor was certainly good and flooded, not to mention that the rug was thoroughly soaked.  It would take maybe thirty minutes, but in retrospect, the red warrior mused to himself, it was infinitely more than worth it.  At his age of seventy-five, he was quite proud to still possess the energy to create such magnitude of a mess.  Especially if it was a mess made while doing one of the things he would never tire of; making love to his beloved mate.

	For more than forty minutes, he'd been on his back in the bathtub, while the center of his life, Katana, rode him at her leisure.  Her hair had been undone from its usual ponytail and lay plastered against her beautifully scarred skin.  She was truly a sight to behold.

	Her perfect breasts bounced rhythmically every time she hilted him into her sex and though she was only three years younger than him, she was still magnificently tight.  Even after being mated for as long as they had, with two eggs out of her already, she was still nearly as tight as when he'd first entered her.

	Brooklyn had to fight not to shut his eyes in pleasure.  It was not an easy task, partially because his newly cloned and implanted eye had trouble staying open occasionally, and partially because he could feel his mate contracting around his dick.  A sensation that was always amazing.

	Her eyes, however, were shut tight while her beak gaped wide open to let out each moan and gasp when her beloved's member scraped against that special spot he'd found inside of her.  He fit inside so wonderfully, Katana had found.  Not too big, and certainly not to small, she could feel every vein in his cock where it rubbed against her inner walls.

	With his hands on her ass and her hands on his chest, she could focus all of her energy on giving him the ride of his life.  She loved being able to take control of him like this and, even better, they were in the bathtub.  There would be no need for any special cleanup afterward.  What had started out as light massage and sensual bath had quickly turned into mutual oral pleasure before leading to their current position.

	Katana opened her eyes at Brooklyn's hands leaving her buttocks to slide along her scarred skin to her breasts.  She looked down at him with perfect lust in her eyes and smiled.  That was another part of her anatomy which she'd been able to keep in shape.

	Her nipples were so stiff with arousal, they felt as if they'd poke right through his palms.  They made her clench harder while her mate's strong hands squeezed and kneaded around them and the soft tit meat behind them.  Tits, she mused to herself, it was a fun word.

	She had never heard of the word before she'd met Brooklyn, but she had to admit, the slang terms he used while they rutted were terribly cute.  Tits, pussy, cock, dick, ass, even fuck.  They made her feel deliciously dirty just thinking of the words.  She saw him smile, then felt his hands move away from her breasts and around to her upper back to the sensitive space between her wing joints.

	Katana squeezed her claws into his chest roughly in response and the water level dropped a bit further with her hips splashing down harder onto his.  He pulled her closer to him, and she though he was going to kiss her, but her mate had a better idea.

	Brooklyn ducked his beak under her chin and latched on to her right nipple tightly.  She threw her head back and squealed at the sensation of her mate's lips and tongue scraping on her titties.  He sucked her breasts with an intense fervor while lashing them with his tongue, driving her to lean further forward over him to grant him easier access.  Katana was careful to keep his penis inside of her, though.  She wanted to see if he could still keep fucking her while he kept suckling on her chest, and to her pleasant surprise, he could indeed.

	Brooklyn scraped his claw tips delicately down her sensitive upper back, relishing her whole body shuddering from it, until they stopped on to her well shaped and toned butt.  Immediately, he slid one hand into her crevice and gently pressed his finger against her anal opening.  He knew she enjoyed such undertail attention after he'd stroked it their first time together.  He had done more to her than just finger her asshole, he remembered.

	Aside from a good old fashioned sixty-nine, he had broken both her vaginal and anal cherry that night.  He was having the same luck again as well, judging from the way Katana relaxed her anus and allowed her mate to pop his finger in.  The blue skinned warrior moaned a little louder than she'd wanted to and Brooklyn had to pull off of her delicious nipple and press his beak to hers to shush her.

	He wasn't too serious, though, and he smiled at her a few moments after they broke the kiss.  She smiled back and they stared into each other's eyes lovingly.  Both gargoyles held their mate's gaze while expressing their desire with their bodies.

	They mated more energetically without braking their stare.  Brooklyn shoved his finger into her tight ring deeper as he playfully licked over at her beak. Katan returned the lick and their tongues danced together outside of and over their beaks.

	Her mate tried his luck and crammed his finger roughly in all the way up to his knuckle, and was successful.  So successful, in fact, that he even felt something poke at his own backdoor.  He didn't object to it, of course.  He just opened his legs as wide as the tub would allow to let Katana to shove her tail into him as deeply as she could.  Brooklyn inhaled sharply through gritted teeth at her tail tip wiggling inside of him, roughly tickling his prostate.

	After all of the years together, and countless rim jobs from his mate, his own ass was still tight enough to make anal penetration intense for him.  Both gargoyles made sure to keep a clean diet and healthy living to make their ass play more pleasant, but it always took a while to get him to relax once she'd entered him.  He always enjoyed it, though, once his ass opened up to it again.

	Katana roughly pinched Brooklyn's nipples and giggled as he let out a small yelp of pain and pleasure.  As expected, he returned the favor, and then some, by once more leaning forward and taking her left nipple into his beak.  Only he gently bit down on it instead of sucking while thrusting his hips up into hers as hard as he could.  He squeezed his free hand around her tailbase for better leverage while soiled water splashed out onto the floor all around them with each harsh thrust.  They both felt their oncoming shared climax signaling the end of their fun and rushed to meet it.

	With his right hand still digging into her backside, he let go of her tail to grab her head instead.  Brooklyn jerked his own away from her chest and jammed his beak against hers in a violent vigorous kiss.  Never a female to back down from rough sex, Katana wrapped a hand around his throat and pushed him into the back of the tub in return, without breaking the kiss.  She shoved her long tongue down to his tonsils while he licked over it.

	Being clean had long since left their minds as their hips met faster from their frantic need.  Their moans and groans were almost drowned out by the wet slapping of her ass on his thighs.  That  sound was Katana's last straw.  Her whole body lit up on fire just as she came powerfully around her mate's rapidly thrusting cock.

	Brooklyn's lips stayed firmly locked against her's, his finger bouncing and jiggling deep in her rump with her tail tip lashing hard inside his own.  Katana's hand gently massaged his over his neck in her throes of passion, but her wonderful pussy clenched hungrily around his dick.  Her mate didn't last long against it and her tail grinding against his prostate before she pushed him over the edge too.

	He growled hard against her mouth and froze at full depth to give her his seed.  Brooklyn crushed her beak to his with his grip on her neck and jammed his finger harder in her ass.  Feeling his life essence spraying into her with each powerful pulse of pleasure drove him onward.

	He gave her all he could until some of it seeped out into the already dirty bath water.  For a few seconds the world was still.  Nothing else but him and his beloved existed as he came and came.  At last, though, he was drained, and they both slumped together in the blissful afterglow.

	They both took a deep breath to calm down before breaking the kiss.  It was a bit longer before they pulled out of each other's orifices.  The sound of his cum soaked sex slipping out of her's elicited a soft laugh from them both.

	Katana relaxed against her love and folded her wings around him. He returned her affection and did the same until they were cocooned in each other's wings.  Katana never felt safer than when she was lying with her husband, after sex or otherwise. She let her eyes slowly drift closed after resting her head against his strong chest, his heartbeat in her ears.  It was a sound which she loved dearly and she could have stayed like that forever if not for the rather large mess to clean up.

	After resting for a few minutes, she picked her head up and kissed her mate, gently this time. "My love, if Fox comes to her bathroom and sees the mess we have made, she is going to shit kittens."

	 Brooklyn snapped open his eyes and stared at his woman.  Did she just say what he thought she said? Yes.  Yes she did.  He burst out laughing, not caring who heard him.  It was funny, dammit.  Katana really had been living in Manhattan for too long.

	He supposed hearing those words coming from her sultry voice meant that she was too tired to think straight, just like him.  In other words, he'd done his job, and he'd done it right.  Katana couldn't help but smile with her lover and laughed as well, partly from his reaction, and partly from the sensation of his stomach rising rapidly against hers with his laughter.

	After sharing a few more quiet moments with her lover, she pulled away and stood fully upright in the shower, once more treating her husband to an inviting view of her naked wet body.  She offered a hand to him and he took it as she helped him to his feet.  Katana used her tail to pull the plug to allow the dirty water to drain while Brooklyn reached around her to turn the shower on.

	They were both treated to a less than pleasant shock of cold water.  It took a minute, but the water finally warmed up enough for them to clean each other up from the bath water.  Both were good and spent, so they simply enjoyed each other's presence.  Katana turned around and closed her eyes at the sensation of her mate running a shampoo filled hand through her hair.  She knew he enjoyed washing it for her and she enjoyed letting him.

	The gargoyle woman's hair was as black as night and Brooklyn wanted it to stay that way...  and it had, despite both of their ages.  Brooklyn reveled in that triumph as he washed her hair.  He loved the feeling of the locks running through his fingers and the way it stayed where he put it while wet.

	As they were still a bit high from the after sex euphoria, they remained silent for a minute.  Both let the water rain down on them and enjoyed each other's company as well as the hair washing.  It was  peaceful and relaxing for them both as they cooled down.

	Katana broke the silence after a bit longer. "I see your new eye is working splendidly, my darling." 

	Brooklyn opened his eyes, as he'd shut them to take in the smell of her hair.  He couldn't help but smile.  Did she really think his new eye was working splendidly, or was she still enjoying a bit of post-coitus high like he was? It didn't really matter.  Even if she was lying, he knew she loved him and only wanted to make him feel better about his looks, but he also had to agree with her.  When he first got the eye, which was essentially cloned from his other eye, he had looked like a monster.

	The damn thing wouldn't shut.  It was constantly filled with blood.  It drifted to the side as well, making him look like Quasi-fucking-modo.  He still had to use the patch, too, because the wandering eye threw his vision too far off.

	His son, Nashville, had to help him several nights ago to not crash into the damned Chrysler building.  Xanatos' doctors assured him that the problems would go away in a few weeks, and he supposed they were, slowly but surely.  He had more control over the eye, although it was still hard to close it and open it sometimes.

	"Oh, why thank you, beautiful," Brooklyn decided his loving old wife really wasn't bullshitting him about the eye and gave her a smile. "Although the only bad thing about my vision finally clearing up is that I can no longer pretend I'm mating with two of you." 

	He smiled at his own joke.  He really had done it, in fact.  When his eyes crossed involuntarily on occasion, he really did get to pretend to be having a threesome with his mate and her imaginary clone.  It made her all the hotter.

	Katana looked back over her shoulder at him, then smiled and rolled her eyes at her lover's words.  Over the years, Katana had gotten used to her mate's sarcastic sense of humor, which oddly enough, came out most after mating.  It could be worse, she thought.  He could have been telling jokes during their love making.

	Katana closed her eyes and smiled, enjoying the feeling of his strong hands running through her hair, lathering it with shampoo.  Having just finished enjoying her beautiful body, he shifted his focus entirely onto her luscious hair where her natural scent mixed with the shampoo just about drove him wild.  He was becoming drunk on her musk and, for a moment, he thought it would even make him rise once more.

	Brooklyn made sure to scrub the shampoo in deep to enjoy her hair as well as to simply massage her scalp.  His mate quite enjoyed the attention.  At least it seemed like she did by the way she leaned her head back and sighed audibly, making them both smile.

	He pressed his beak to her hair to breath her in, forgetting that he'd just lathered it full of shampoo.  A brief inhale and he snorted some of the stuff into his nostrils.  The reaction was immediate, and the mood changed just as fast.

	Brooklyn was caught up in a sneezing and coughing fit as he desperately tried to get his nose clear.  The sight of her man choking up on her shampoo while he was trying to be affectionate sent Katana into a laughing fit.  She felt awful for it, but she couldn't help herself, it was just so silly and since she could tell he wasn't truly suffering, just mildly annoyed from his expression, she let herself enjoy it fully.  Luckily for her, she had a beautiful, infectious laugh and he had no choice but to join in her revelry.  Soon both were laughing hysterically, not caring who heard them.  

	Soon, their laughter died down and they were left in each other's arms, staring into each other's eyes.  They kissed a moment later as Katana leaned into the water to let the shampoo wash out of her hair.  She closed her eyes at his strong hands rubbing her scarred belly, wanting him go lower.  He must have felt her need rising again, for his hand did indeed reach lower, until his fingers were rubbing the lips of her sex.

	They broke the kiss as Katana leaned her head back to gasp at his fingers massaging her clitoris.  Brooklyn wasted no time leaning in to lick and kiss over her nicely exposed neck.  She grasped his member in time to feel the blood rushing in, filling it up and out.

	They continued to pleasure each other while using their other hands to reach around their lover.  Both Katana and Brooklyn found the special spot between each other's wings with practiced ease and the couple moaned in unison as they were stroked.  The scent of their arousal was so strong they could practically taste the lust in the air, and Brooklyn was more than ready to hear his mate squeal once more as he...

	A sudden and loud knocking at the bathroom door snapped them quickly out of their lusty high and panic replaced their thoughts of sloppy seconds.  Brooklyn was suddenly quite pissed.  Who the fuck would interrupt his and his mate's bath?! As soon as that thought ran through his mind, he got his answer.

	"Hey, you know, other people live here too!"

	Nashville.  Of course it was their son.  Brooklyn loved that kid with all of his heart and soul, but it was times like this that he swore to the fucking dragon that Nashville had the worse timing in the world.  Although his erection might not agree with him, Brooklyn knew it was time to cut their little love session short.

	They did, after all, have one big, goddamn giant mess to clean up.  Plus, the boy had a point.  No doubt, he'd just got done in the gym and needed to wash off...  And Brooklyn needed to say something back to the lad.

	Katana was about to answer, but the last thing Brooklyn needed was to have to explain to their son why they had spent so long in the shower in the first place.  He gently clamped his hand over her beak and held a finger up to his own mouth, telling her to shush for the moment.  What the hell was he going to say?

	"Hey, you know, there are other showers and bathrooms are in this castle, too!" 

	He regretted saying it almost immediately.  He didn't want Nash to think he was trying to chase him off, even though technically, that's exactly what he was doing.  While it was true that Castle Wyvern did indeed have a ton of other showers Nashville could use, Brooklyn knew it was unfair to make the boy go up another flight of stairs to get to one of them.  The boy worked hard in the gym and he deserved to wash off in a nice shower rather than one of those in the locker room.  Apparently, that's just what Nash thought as well.

	"What? No way! Those gym showers are nasty! They probably have, like, diseases and stuff on them that'll put warts on my feet or something!" 

	Katana glared at her mate.  She was not happy.  Mostly because she wasn't fond of having her beak clamped shut, even if done by her husband, but also because her family bickering amongst each other displeased her.

	Brooklyn must have sensed her evil stare, for he gave her a sheepish look and took his hand off of her mouth.  Her jaws stayed shut, and her expression stayed the same, but to Brooklyn, it said one thing.  Fix this.  Now.

	Brooklyn had to think fast.  He had to get rid of the kid for just a few more minutes.  At least long enough for them to clean up the bathroom as well as themselves.

	"Look, just go hang out in the sauna or something.  I'll be out in a few minutes.  Then the shower will be all yours." Brooklyn hesitated, then added a bit more to sound like a better father. "How was your training session?" 

	That should work.  Over the years, Brooklyn had gotten his son interested in the martial arts.  He and Katana trained him every night.  Well almost.  Sometimes, of course, they were preoccupied with each other and more intimate pursuits.  They knew their son could practice on their own, or so they thought.  

	"I wouldn't know.  My trainers weren't around, so I just lifted weights.  So yeah, my chest is killing me and some hot water Sure would feel good right now!"

	Katana looked to the door, then back to her husband.  She swore, sometimes, that Nashville wasn't Brooklyn's son at all.  Rather, it was like he was an alternate version of Brooklyn from another universe, which she believed was possible.  After all, if it weren't for time travel, Nash wouldn't have existed at all.  As it stood, however, he had inherited virtually everything from his father.

	From Brooklyn's handsome looks and build to his smarmy demeanor.  He had his mama's coloring and a little bit of her calmness, but ultimately, he was usually like his father.  A father Nash idolized when not arguing with or making snide comments to.

	Katana wanted to tell her son to wait outside, but she sensed that Brooklyn didn't want to clue Nashville in to what they had been doing.  So she decided to keep quiet, for now.  There'd be time to discuss it after she let her mate handle the situation.

	"So, go to the sauna, Nash.  W- Uh, I'll be out in a few." Shit, Brooklyn thought, almost let it slip.  

	"I? Really, Dad? Come on.  Alright, how long do I need to spend in the sauna before I can have the shower?" His son's sarcastic tone confused the older gargoyle.

	"Just give me five more minutes!" Brooklyn replied.

	"Just five minutes?! No frigid' way.  I'm going to give you twenty minutes, and that should barely be enough time for you to finish up!" Brooklyn and Katana exchanged confused looks.  What the hell was that kid talking about? Then they got their answer a moment before his footsteps trailed off when he called, "Have fun, you two!"

	Brooklyn and Katana Closed their eyes and slumped against the walls of the shower.  They could each feel their cheeks flush with embarrassment.  Brooklyn had to wonder, how the fuck did Nash know what they were doing?

	He knew the answer.  He might not have been as smart as Lexington, but Brooklyn had always been able to figure things out on his own. He supposed that got passed down to his boy.

	Brooklyn stood up straighter.  Well, even if they had technically just been caught shagging by their son, his renewed arousal was determined not to let it kill his mood.  Twenty minutes? More than enough time.

	He drew Katana into his embrace and reached down to squeeze her ass, hoping to get her back into the mood as well.  As determined as he was to get his second wind, he didn't notice when she removed to shower nozzle from it's fixture.  He didn't notice her reached behind herself to drastically adjust the water's temperature either as he leaned in for a kiss.

	"I don't know about you, but twenty minutes can be all the time in the world if weeeeeeyyyyYYYYYYYYYYYAAAOOOOOWWWWWCH!! FUCKING ROOKERY, WOMAN!!" Brooklyn didn't even try to remain quiet in his frigid surprise.

	Katana held the shower head right in front of his groin, spraying his dick and balls with that steady stream of nearly ice cold water.  Booklyn felt as if his manhood would retreat straight up into his body.  That chill sank in deep and horrible and he found himself pissed again.

	He grabbed at the nozzle, but she passed it to her tail and effortlessly caught both of his wrists.  She held them tight while her ail held the nozzle on target.  The unpleasantly cold spray continued almost without interruption.

 	"What the fuck are you doing, girl?!" Brooklyn didn't like swearing at his mate, but damn, that spray was unpleasant!

	His erection was rapidly shrinking from the cold and he felt himself shivering.  He tried glaring at her, to no effect, and trying to pull out of her grasp was equally effective.  She had a firm grasp on his wrists and he could tell she wasn't going to let go until she knew he was done fighting.

	"Brooklyn-san!! Calm yourself!" Katana snapped at him, then continued more softly.  "It is only a few hours to sunrise.  We do need to share this shower.  Save your second wind for the bedroom and let us finish up here." 

 	Brooklyn tried to hold his angry glare but, like always, she could see right through his facade.  He relaxed, and she let go, though she continued to hose down his crotch until the blood had returned to the rest of his body and his penis hung limp between his legs like a defeated warrior.

	Katana replaced the nozzle into the shower fixture and turned the water back up to warm.  Playtime was over.  Both gargoyles washed themselves separately after that, to avoid accidentally reigniting their cooled passions.

	When Brooklyn got to his private area, it suddenly dawned upon him as to why Nashville was so eager to get into the shower.  He couldn't blame the boy.  After lifting weights and exercising, he probably needed to work off some stress... and he would work it off the best way a sixteen year old boy knew how.  The thought was dirty as hell, but Brooklyn couldn't help but snigger uncontrollably at it.  He laughed loud enough for Katana to hear him over the running water, though, and she turned to look at him.  

	"What is so funny, darling?" Getting caught having sex by their eldest didn't appeal to her that much.  

	"I bet I know why Nashville wants in here so bad," he said with a rather dirty grin.

	Katana opened her beak to ask what he was going on about, until she looked at his midsection.  Her mate was lewdly soaping up his cock, as if he was masturbating.  Katana gave him a look, and then reached back as if to take the shower nozzle down and crank down the water temp again.

	Having needed only once to learn his lesson, Brooklyn dropped his smile and his hands to wash his legs.  Katana went back to washing the inside of her own wings, while Brooklyn washed his ass and hamstrings.  After a while, she spoke again.

	"How do you know he's not just going to take a shower and leave? How do you know he's even been doing... that?" She couldn't bring herself to say her son had been jerking off, although she knew that he probably had.

	"All I know is that when I was his age, my left hand and I were the best of friends." Brooklyn smiled at the memory of his special alone time in the cliffs below the castle.  

	Katana smiled faintly.  "How did you learn such a thing? Was it by accident?" 

	"No, Goliath showed me how.  We were bathing together one time... and I had this enormous erection... and he asked me if I knew what to do with it.  Back then, all I knew was to just sit and wait for it to go away.  When I first got them, I thought I had to pee really bad or something.  Goliath showed to me how to masturbate and, that was the beginning of a beautiful man to hand relationship for me." 

	They had been mated for over thirty five years, yet Katana had never heard Brooklyn speak of his childhood sexual experiences.  She stared at him for a moment.  Unable to reply at his bizarre confession.  Her own experiences she planned to keep her own.

	Brooklyn only stared back, then he spoke.  "Oh, come on, Kitty.  You said so yourself, you took your barrier down with your tail." 

	Katana was slightly annoyed as always when he called her that.  He first started calling her Katt for short, then changed it to that absurd feline name.  He excused it by saying it was because of her grace in combat and in leisure, but still, it made her feel silly.  Although it didn't bother her enough for her to tell him to stop using it.  Besides, she figured he knew and that he was just being an ass.  She was also annoyed that she'd forgotten she'd told him that already.

	"Yes, Brooky.  I did use my tail.  We, too, were best friends, as you would put it, but it was just me.  I didn't involve any of my rookery sisters."

	"Well, neither did I, at first.  It was just me rubbing one out whenever I could.  Only Goliath knew for certain what I was doing.  When I got older, he offered to demonstrate ways that two males could give each other... stress relief." Brooklyn moved his hands down to wash his tail.  "Sure, the humans would have frowned upon our activities, but, then again, they frowned upon our very existence.  So we really didn't give a rat's ass what they thought.  All I knew was that Broadway, Lexington and I were as close as we could be and that we enjoyed it."

	Brooklyn paid close attention to his mate after telling her to see what her reaction would be.  It wasn't what he expected.  He expected some sort of shock and some disgust.  Instead, she only looked at him with intrigue and... something else.  Something that should have been there, but wasn't.  There was no real surprise on her face.  It was as if she had heard of this sort of thing before.

	A suspicion that grew when she merely smiled at him.  Katana could read his expressions like the front cover on a scroll, or a book for her more modern surroundings.  His mate knew she needed to put his fears at ease and to let him know she that she didn't think of him as a sexual deviant.

	"In feudal Japan, it was quite common for a samurai to take a young warrior in training under his wing to teach him the ways of the sword.  Teacher and master would become close." Katana paused briefly, "Very close." Brooklyn stopped washing and stared at her with his interest peaked as she continued .  "Bonds were formed between the two.  Bonds that may not be welcome in this modern society.  But back then, such bonds were not only tolerated, they were encouraged.  It was believed that it would make the relationship stronger.  This was true in both human and gargoyle clans.  When a male gargoyle came of age, one of the clan elders would assist the young warrior with his budding sexuality.  Sometimes the older male would even be the younger male's biological father.  This was always done between males.  Never between a young male and a female elder as it was important that the male's first mating with a female take place with his chosen life mate."

	Brooklyn just stared at her in amazement.  Did she just say what he thought she said? Father would teach son about male on male sexuality? At first, it made him feel weird, though just a bit.  Then he remembered a thousand years ago, when he was learning about his body along side Lex and Broadway.

	It was a well known fact that Hudson was indeed Broadway's father by blood, and that when Broadway was younger, Hudson had helped the boy out.  That was a little different, somehow.  Back then, they had no idea about their blood relationship.  What katana had said made it sound like both parties had known they were father and son, and yet still engaged in sexual activities together.  More astonishing, Katana didn't seem the least bit bothered by this.  Could that really mean...?

	Brooklyn tried shifting the subject just a little bit.  Just to see where this would go.  He finished washing off and stood under the water face to face with his mate.

	"So, um, how did you figure out how to use your tail?" He asked her.  

	Katana looked at him, smiled and rolled her eyes.  "Don't you remember me telling you on our first night together, darling?" Only just remembering she told him herself earlier after his confession.  She she shut off the water and in the sudden silence gave in with her own confession. "A human female told me about her time with her own husband."

	"Oh, yeah.  Right... I remember." Brooklyn felt a little embarrassment about forgetting that little detail on what he still considered one of, if not The best night of his life.

	Katana reached out of the shower to grab their towels.  They dried hurriedly off while still standing in the shower.  No point in getting the bathroom floor any wetter than they already had and after they dried off, they stepped out of the shower into a rather sizable water puddle.

	Indeed, they had some work to do.  Both were slightly annoyed with the task ahead, but it was nothing they couldn't handle with the towels they just used on themselves.  All the while they were cleaning the floor and wringing their towels out into the tub, Katana's words wouldn't stop replaying in Brooklyn's mind.  Father and son.  Both aware of it, too.  Both consenting.  And Katana wasn't grossed out by it.  She seemed to fully accept of it.

	Brooklyn had known that Nashville had begun masturbating in his downtime.  He would disappear for an hour at a time, usually to the bathroom.  Once, Brooklyn had gone into Nashville's room to check and see if the boy was ready for their nightly patrol and though he had been eager to go, Brooklyn couldn't help but notice the rather sizable pile of tissue paper in the waste basket.  That was plenty of evidence for Brooklyn to know his son really was coming of age.

	It was perfectly natural, of course.  He had enjoyed the hell out of jerking off when he was that young.  He'd also enjoyed the company of his rookery brothers and that of Goliath and Hudson.  Of course, that was back when they just called each other brother, friend, and leader.  But Nash?

	Nash had no one to help him out.  He was pretty much alone.  Just him and the internet, and he doubted there were too many naked pictures of gargoyles even there.  Sure, Brooklyn and his son had seen each other fully bare.  It was no big deal.  In the shower, dressing up for patrols, even in training.  Brooklyn knew what his son looked like naked.  He hadn't much thought about it before, but he couldn't help it with his wife's words in his head.  Nashville did need help...  and both parents finally realized it.

	Katana finished wringing the last of the water out of her towel and grabbed her clothing.  She may have been old school about the rest of her outfit, but she loved the thong style panties that her beloved had given to her.  They were infinitely easier to put on that her old fundoshi and showed off her ass just as well.  It wasn't until she was sliding them up her thighs that she noticed how deeply in thought Brooklyn was.  She hoped that he was thinking the same thing she was.  Their son really did need guidance with his body.

	"Brooklyn, darling?" She said to him, watching him fasten his own fundoshi.  For reasons she could not fathom, he actually liked wearing that silly thing.  She supposed it made him feel like a true samurai.  It was silly, but at least he looked good in it and filled it out well enough in the front.  She put that thought aside as she continued. "You were right, though.  I think he has been exploring his own body by himself.  You have seen him without his clothes.  Tell me.  Have you seen him while he was aroused?"

	That was bold for her, Brooklyn thought.  "No, not really.  I mean, obviously, he's been getting aroused, but lately, he's been avoiding me in the shower.  I guess it would just be too awkward for him.  Which means he must be getting erections rather regularly.  I'll have a talk with him about it."

	"Perhaps he needs more than a talk, my love." Katana smiled."He surely must know by now what is happening to his body.  You have already explained where he truly came from." 

	He had, too.  When he Nashville was about twenty years old or, rather, ten if he were human, Brooklyn had had to painfully explain to him the concept of the birds and the bees, it was humiliating.  For a solid hour, he had to answer all of his son's outlandish questions.  Now, his mate was telling him that the lad needed more than just such a talk.  He sighed and finished hanging up the dirty towel, he had to ask the question that had been lingering on his mind.

	"You... want me to help him, don't you? Physically help him with his sexuality?" He assisted her in tying the knots of her kimono.  She looked back at him and nodded before he asked again.  "You're really comfortable with that? Our son and I engaged in activities that would get me locked up in the human's world?"

	The other gargoyle straightened up and gave him a long look.  As hard it was for her mate to believe, that was exactly what she wanted.  But it sounded as if Brooklyn was having second thoughts.

	"Do you object to this, Brooklyn-san" Katana asked while letting him fix her hair into the preferred pony tail.  

	Brooklyn mused at how it was hard to believe that just fifteen minutes ago, he and his life mate had been fucking each other's brains out.  Now, they were talking about him doing something somewhat similar to their first born.  

	"I didn't say I wasn't willing.  But, why me? Why not Broadway or Lexington? Maybe even Goliath?"

	"None of them can connect with Nashville on your level, my love," Katana pulled away when he finished her hair and helped retie his fundoshi correctly.  She looked around at the fairly spotless bathroom before focusing fully on the discussion. "You are his father.  There is no one I trust more to teach our son the pleasures of the body than you."

	It had been a long time since Brooklyn had had sex with another male.  He did sort of missed it he supposed.  He never thought to experience it again after taking her as his mate or that the next time he would be doing it, it would be with his own flesh and blood.  Strangely, he felt fine with that.  

	Nashville was as handsome as Brooklyn had been at that age.  All of that training and exercising had put him in very good shape.  Even if he wasn't, Katana was right.  It was his duty to teach Nashville about such things.  How could he expect the others to do it if he weren't willing to?

	"Alright.  I'm game.  But how, and where and when?  Do I just walk into his room and ask him, 'Hey, son.  Wanna learn about blow jobs tonight?'" He suddenly envisioned himself doing exactly this, and couldn't help but laugh at the absurd image.

	Katana just gave a speculative glance at him as they left the bathroom, "Perhaps you could take him out to the wilderness.  Just you and him.  A true male bonding experience.  You could also teach him more about fighting and training in the woods if you needed more of an excuse to be there."

	Brooklyn rather liked this idea.  They wouldn't be disturbed and he'd sort of missed the outdoors.  He hadn't been out in the wild for long since he and his family had gotten back from time traveling.  Before then, he and Nashville used to love to go camping and fishing.  It would be the perfect opportunity for what Katana wanted him to do.

	"Sounds like a plan to me.  We'll leave the middle of next week.  I've been meaning to show him how to use weapons other than those of Japanese origin anyway."

	Katana stopped and looked at him.  "What's wrong with my weapons?"

	Her husband tried hard to stop himself from rolling his eyes.  He loved her with no limit, but dammit, sometimes she could be overly defensive.  A quick appeasing response was usually best he'd found.

	"I didn't say anything was wrong with them.  I just thought he should learn about both sides of his heritage." Brooklyn struck up what he imagined to be a real Scotsmanly pose. "Aye, the lad needs tae learn how t' swing a real sword, ye ken?  Och aye, a claymore, lass, nothin' finer fer fightin'!  Tha's a real man's weapon!"

	Katana couldn't help but smile.  She'd never told him, for if he knew, he would over do it, but she always found Brooklyn's genuine, "authentic" Scottish accent to be amusing, charming, and downright sexy.  True, he had spent a great deal of his lifetime in Manhattan, so he spoke with a very, very slight New Yorker accent, but that was ok.  Though it was an accent which she had always found to be somewhat annoying in others, it was fine for her mate.

	"Alright.  Next week it is, then.  I'll take care of him, Katana.  I promise." Brooklyn hugged her before setting off to tell Nash he could have the shower.

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