Hatchet and Mango’s relationship had been strained since Hatchet was put on the night shift last month. Hatchet was always a duty first stallion, though his home life was certainly feeling it. The thought that there’re times when Mango is home missing him weighs heavily on his conscious. He’d wake up as his boyfriend of 6 years was getting home from his work at the guitar center. They’d share breakfast for Hatchet and dinner for Mango, a quick shower together and a loving embrace. After that Hatchet was off to work at the Royal armory. The thoughts of laying in bed with his boyfriend keeping him motivated to finish his 12-hour shifts. At the end of it he’d return home usually finding Mango waking up early to greet him and share another combined meal and perhaps a shower. Then it was a good two hours of time they could spend together.

Though lately it seemed Mango was more distant. Not being awake when Hatchet returned to their small apartment above a computer store. Seeming less interested in spending time with him. Hatchet was troubled knowing that they both had to sacrifice sleep to see each other. What bothered him more was he knew Mango was plagued with anxiety induced nightmares. Knowing he cannot be there for him fills him with guilt when he thinks about his lover in bed without him being there to comfort him.

Hatchet sat at his workbench with in the armory of the guard garrison inside Princess Twilight’s castle, physically working and mentally plotting. His line of thought was how he’s going to make it up to Mango. Show him he still cared about him. Knowing that Mango knows that he loves him dearly he wasn’t sure what he was really making up. Even still, he began to think.

Mango was a frustratingly understanding person to himself and to his lover. He knows Hatchet loves him and he knows that Hatchet being put in the night shift is something he can’t help. He knows it’s wrong of him to feel abandoned. But steeling and sleeping in Hatchet’s T-shirts was no substitute for actually curling up in his arms.

Hatchet’s embrace made him feel safe, warm and loved. His whole life Mango was an anxious being who constantly felt cold unless it was above 80 degrees. Mango pulled the heavy quilt over himself from where it had been folded at the bottom of the bed. He never understood how Hatchet was always too hot under the blanket with him. He could swear Hatchet was like a fireplace he could hug and twice as cozy. He missed that feeling a lot. That was the biggest drawback in being on opposite shifts was he wasn’t able to share a bed with someone he’d been sharing a bed with every night for the last 6 years. It was unfair and stupid and made him angry. But he knew why. The person that Hatchet had to trade shifts with recently had a child and needed to be on days. Mango loved and hated how kind and giving his stupid boyfriend was. His anxiety really hurt him in that he can’t express to Hatchet how much he’s come to rely on him emotionally, how much love he feels for the big idiot, how much he just wants to be held and loved and stuffed… Mango cursed himself for making himself horny for someone he wants to be mad at. He rolled from his side to his back in contempt and stared at the ceiling. The street lights coming through the cracks in the blinds scattering amongst the popcorn texture above him.

He reached for the bedside table finding his phone by blindly feeling for it. His fingers found the charging cable, following it, he grew frustrated that he followed it the wrong way back, tracing to where the little shiny rectangle in a battered case was, he pulled the phone up to view. Clicking the lock button, he winced as the brightness shot him in the face. 2:04 AM Saturday. The thin white text took up the top of the screen with an image of Hatchet and Mango by the lake near his parents’ house. Hatchets arm around Mango Thor other out of frame holding the phone and his lips on Mango’s hair with a smile. One blizzard blue iris looking at the camera that was trying to line up the shot. Mango in the photo had his lime green eyes closed, a face full of blush and a dumb smile. With both arms wrapping around his boyfriend’s chest.

Mango looked at the photo and smiled, hugging Hatchet’s pillow to his chest and imagining he was there; just the two of them by the lake holding each other with not a care in the world. This happy thought gave Mango a ticket to the dreamland express and he was soon gone.

Hatchet verbally cursed to no one in particular that some absolute genius had taken a bite out of their helmet’s chin strap and turned it in for repairs. From the looks of it the genius private in question had made it a habit to gnaw on the chin strap and eventually broke it. Thinking to himself about his boyfriend at home as he undid the two screws holding the strap in place, he thought about how this weekend he was going to spend as much time as he could with Mango. As he searched the drawers on his work table for replacement straps and buckles, he found his mind wandering. When was the last time we even got intimate with each other? He thought to himself. Sure, they showered together almost every day but aside from letting their hands wander and giving each other’s lips a workout, they rarely went further than that. Mango was usually too exhausted from managing a store and Hatchet never wanted to push the issue. Searching for the screw driver he’d just put down he resolved to himself that this weekend, he was going to have sex with his boyfriend! And maybe even spoil the little bugger!

The thoughts put a smile on his face as he finished with the helmet and put it on the shelf labeled “ready for pickup”. Looking at the “FUBAR” bin and the rack of shelves labeled “repairs needed” he grabbed a rusted chest plate bearing the seal of Princess Twilight and the 4th royal guard detachment. He set the armor down on his work bench and got to work sanding away the weathering knowing this piece would finish out his shift.

Dawn arrived as Hatchet completed shop turn over to the day shift. He put his things into his bag and headed for home, bringing a bit of work with him in the form of the grit under his fingernails and the sweat staining his uniform. The nice thing about working in the armory was you never had to wear armor, just the uniform. He was one of the odd ones in his shop. Most go to work in the armory to get out of armor. He went to work in the armory to get out of garrison duty. He’d rather be working than standing still in a hallway.

His thoughts got away from him as he walked the familiar path down two streets then up five, cross the street take a left and half way down till you reach the computer store. Then to the stairs at the side and down the hall. As he approached, he could smell that dinner wasn’t waiting for him and that told him Mango had trouble sleeping again. The little yellow-orange half bat pony usually got up early just to spend time with him. But if he had trouble sleeping, he knew he’d still be out.

Hatchet opened the door quietly and set his things down. Hanging his uniform top and putting his boots in the boot tray, he went to the sink to wash his hands. Hatchet was going to make steak and eggs, Mango’s favorite and his too. Hatchet was nowhere near as good of a cook as Mango but he wasn’t awful. He got to work scrubbing his hands clean of rust, dirt, metal shavings, oil and other things from the shop. When he was sufficiently happy, he got out the pans and slapped some butter into them and set the stove to low. While the butter melted, he got out the eggs and meat. Definitely not making inappropriate jokes to himself about meat because he’s absolutely more mature than that, he set everything out and got to work.

Soon the smell of breakfast permeated the small apartment, and found its way into Mango’s nose. Slowly opening his eyes with a groan, he stretched, stopping abruptly and stretching harder. His back popping just below his shoulder blades, he let out a soft moan. Then thinking to himself about how Hatchet loves the little moan and Mango finds it embarrassing and how that was a little game they’d play every morning… the thought of it being another morning without Hatchet in his bed brought him a tinge of sadness.

That tinge was overwritten by his stomach growling at the smell of cooking steak. He rolled out of bed still groggy in search of the smell. He pushed open the bedroom door to find the apartment mostly dark save for the small kitchenette occupied by the strong shouldered silhouette of a certain royal guard. The sleep still very much in his legs, he slowly made his way up to the chef in question.

Hatchet could hear the bedroom door slowly come open and felt a smile spread across his face. His back to the bedroom and his eyes to the stove top he quickly flipped the steaks. He listened to the sizzle of meat as he stirred the eggs. He felt two arms wrap around his midsection and a chest press into his back and a head on his shoulder.

“Good morning, Mango.” He said, putting his arms over his sleepy lover’s.

“Mmmmmmorning stud muffin,” Mango let out a yawn and rubbed his cheek on Hatchets back. “How was work?”

“Long and tiring, but I’m here now. How was your sleep?” He said, using one hand to turn the heat off.

“Not good enough…” he said with a little bit of neediness taking over his tone “too lonely.”

“I know love, but this weekend I’m making it up to you,” he reassured him. He could feel by the way the hug got tighter it worked. Picking the pan with steak up and putting the two cuts onto plates, he did the same with the eggs.

“Oh yeah? What are you gunna do, hmm?” Mango said, adopting a bit more of a playful tone.

“Well, I thought I’d start by making you breakfast and then,” he paused turning to face the needy wingless half bat pony. “By taking you to the bedroom.” He paused when Mango stood on his toes to kiss him, and draped his dark rust-colored arms around his waist. Getting away from the kiss he finished “and spoiling you all day,” he punctuated the pause with a second kiss. “and stuffing you silly~”

Mango blushed and put his head into Hatchet’s chest. He couldn’t form words he was so delightfully embarrassed. “Mmmm you!” He squeezed him as hard as he could. “You make it hard to stay mad at you, you know. I’m mad that I can’t be mad at you.”

Hatchet chuckling to himself, picked Mango up and leaned back against the counter. “I’m really sorry, I want to spend every day with you but you know how it is.”

“That’s exactly why I can’t be mad at you but I’m still grumpy with you,” Mango pouted, graciously accepting the embrace and wrapping himself around Hatchet. The guardsman brought little store manager to the table and set him into his chair.

“You’ll feel better after breakfast,” he said. The fact Hatchet was right made Mango grumpier. How dare his boyfriend know exactly how to make him happy and go out of his way to do it regularly.

Hatchet turned back to get the two plates from the counter “breakfast, is served.” He said in a posh voice, getting a small smile out of the small musician, and an even bigger smile when he set it in front of him.

Breakfast was quick and quiet as both of them were quite hungry and tired. With the meal done, Mango stood to start clearing the table. Hatchet stopped him, taking the plates out of Mango’s hands.

“What part of I’m spoiling you did you not get?”

“But Hatch you made breakfast you shouldn’t have to clean!”

“No buts. I’m gunna spoil you and you’re gunna like it.”

Mango gasped. “No butts!? But I like your butt!” He said, grabbing Hatchet’s rear.
Hatchet rolled his eyes with a smile and flexed his cheeks.

“You know what I meant you goofball.”

“Hey, I might be a goofball, but I’m your goofball.”

“Guess I’m stuck with you, huh?” He set the dishes in the sink and turned to Mango, “And there’s no one I’d rather be stuck with.”

“Awww, stopit you know I love it when you get cheesy!” Mango said, turning his head with a frustrated blush.

“I do and I’m using it against you,” Hatchet said, pulling his boyfriend into a hug and stealing a kiss. “And there’s nothing you can do to stop me.”

“Mmm, I don’t wanna stop you,” Mango said, planting another kiss on Hatchet’s lips, hugging him tightly trying to steal his body heat.

“Why are you always so cold?” Hatchet asked, picking him up in a tight hug and starting to carry him to the couch.
“Cuz I am? I don’t know,” he said with a whine. “Hehe, why don’t you warm me up?” He said, playfully putting a finger on Hatchet’s lips.

With a soft kiss of the finger Hatchet responded, “Why don’t I?”

Putting Mango on the couch and getting on top of him, he found that Mango had already parted his legs for him. Laying his lower abdomen and hips in the inviting valley of thighs, he moved his head to steal his boyfriend’s lips. Finding them being freely given and theft not necessary, he used the connection to push Mango’s head into the couch.

Mango submitted the second he was under Hatch, struggling to remember the last time they’d been intimate. Deciding that didn’t matter right now, he put his arms around Hatchet and held him close. He panted when the kiss broke and shifted around beneath the armor smith. He ground his hips against his lover’s, feeling things stiffen, feeling both of their hearts were racing. He was right where he needed to be and he loved it.

Hatchet worked his fingers through Mango’s considerably longer hair, holding the back of the smaller stallion’s head as he worked his lips over. He moved his oral affections to Mango’s neck, causing him to arch his back and let out a soft moan. He moved his free hand south to lift Mango’s shirt, the same shirt Hatchet wore yesterday.

“I love you,” he whispered into Mango’s ear as he took both hands to pull Mango’s shirt off. Looking back up at him were two bright green love drunk eyes.

“Fuck, you’re so hot, Hatchet!” Mango said, letting his shirt be pulled off, finding his arms pulling at Hatchets belt, working it open and pulling his fly down.

“Mmm, look who’s talking,” Hatchet said, putting a hand on Mango’s chin to kiss him again. The kiss remained unbroken as both of them worked to get Hatchet’s pants off. They got the mass of bulky cloth down to his knees after which Hatchet kicked them the rest of the way off, producing a soft thud on the floor behind them. Mango pulled the stained dark green shirt off of Hatchet, briefly breaking the kiss to get it over his boyfriend’s head. He felt his cheek get kissed and a firm hand press into his groin. The touch made him squirm.

“H-Hatch~” Mango moaned softly, feeling the boxer briefs containing his package be pulled down with one hand. His cock pulsed in the open air for a second before Hatchet’s strong callused hand closed around it and began to stoke it. “Gah!~ Hatchet~ it been so long, I…”

Hatchet interrupted with a kiss. “I know~” Hatchet sat up, pulling Mango’s underwear all the way off his legs. Admiring the thin and flexible body of his partner, he got right back on top of him. “Too long.” Before Mango could respond, Hatchet started kissing his way down Mango’s neck, making a point to nip his collar bone before kissing the rest of the way down his lover’s chest. Mango was loving it, making a soft moan when bit. He rested his hands on Hatchet’s head before moving one to the cushion he was laying on to grab at it crazily. The short-cropped hair on Hatchet’s head made it hard to grab but that didn’t stop Mango from trying as he felt wet kisses trail down his belly and stop just at the base of his hips.

“Love you, Hatchet!” Mango exclaimed as he watched his boyfriend take his cock in his hand and sloppily lick it before taking it into his mouth. Mango continued to sputter moans and affections as Hatchet took the length of cock out of his mouth and kissed the underside of it before kissing his heavy sack.

“You’re so pent up, aren’t you baby?” Hatchet teased as he worked his tongue over the smaller stallion’s hefty sack. Scooping a nut with his tongue and pulling it into his mouth, he sucked gently on it, enjoying the slightly salty flavor. Even more so he enjoyed the cute little noises coming from his boyfriend’s mouth. He jerked Mango off with a tight grip and let the ball out of his mouth. Kissing the taint and letting the sack rest on his nose he got a mixed sent of his own breath and Mango’s musk. It drove him wild as he moved his head to lap at the tail hole. Working his tongue over the entrance he used his free hand to pull Mango’s tail.

Mango was in ecstasy. He let out unintelligible moans and whimpers as he grabbed at Hatchet’s head and bit his lip with his sharp fangs when he felt his tail be pulled. Hatchet knew all of Mango’s secrets and he loved that Hatchet wasn’t afraid to use them against him. He kicked his legs and arched his back before moaning.

“I’m close Hatch fuck, I’m, I’m cumming!” He whined as he rode a powerful orgasm.

Hatchet heard the warning and pulled off just in time to watch the show. Mango erupted with jets of white sticky love, spraying as far as his chest. He watched his wingless half bat half earth pony ride it out as wave after wave of cum spilled out onto his belly. Tightening his grip and jerking him off harder, he tried to milk every drop out of him.

“You’re so hot, Mango, I fucking love you,” he said, moving to be on top of him again.

Mango grabbed his boyfriend and pulled him into a desperate kiss, hugging him tightly, sharing the mess of cum between them.

“Fuck, baby! Fucking stud muffin mmmfffff!” Mango sputtered out between breaks in their make out. Hatchet held him tight and kissed him, letting him cool down and catch his breath. Hatchet felt his own burning need raging in his compression shorts and pressing it up against his lover’s rear and putting a hand on his own waist line he looked Mango in the eyes.

Bright green eyes looked dreamingly up into a freezing winter storm of blue that had a carnal hunger behind them. The gaze made Mango melt. He knew what was coming, and it excited him. He broke his eyes out of the ice and looked down to his hips. He saw Hatchet pull his shorts down, slowly revealing the monster within. As the shorts dropped it sprang up and whipped a drop of precum at his face. He bit his lip in excitement and reached down to hold it.
Hatchet grinned happily as his cock was held in the soft hands of his lover. Softly stroking him off with both hands left Mango’s face defenseless. Hatchet put a hand on his cheek and kissed his lips, breaking it off with an, “Are you ready, baby?”

“Fuck yes!~” Mango said with horny excitement. Adjusting his legs and hips to make himself more accessible to his lover, he looked up at him seeing his wings spread the full span and stiffen. The sight of him made Mango quiver with lust and love.
Hatchet pulled back his hips to line up his tip with Mango’s awaiting boyhood, pressing it softly feeling his spit from earlier helping guide him into a familiar path. He slowly let out a breath as he pushed deeper and deeper till his hips collided with ass. Even then he pushed an extra inch deeper. He kissed Mango on his collar bone and began to pull back.

Mango was a moaning little mess underneath him. Feeling him press deeper and deeper making him feel more and more euphoric. The feeling of Hatchet’s cock spreading his ass made him gush. He wrapped his arms around Hatchet’s back feeling his wings and grabbing them as hand holds. He shoved his face into his lover’s shoulder letting out a slurry of weak moans with each little movement. He braces knowing what was about to happen now that his body had gotten adjusted.

Hatchet loved the feeling of being held onto almost as much as he loved the feeling of being inside Mango. He grabbed the twink tightly and slammed his hips back in the few inches he had pulled out, earning delightful little moans from his boyfriend. He pulls back slow and slammed in hard over and over and over as a steady pace, grunting softly as he worked and delivering the occasional hickie.

Mango was loving it, Hatchet was about as big as he could ever hope to fit, maybe just a little bit bigger. Feeling himself get stretched out and crammed full of love filled him with joy.

“Love! You! Hatch!” He said between moans. He felt Hatchet readjust and lift his hips higher. He looked up at Hatchet as his legs were pushed to either side of his head. He grabbed the couch cushions above his head as Hatchet sped up dramatically, forcing himself in at a downward angle. the sound and feeling of fully pent-up nuts slapping against his tail bone drove him wild, the feeling of his prostate getting jack hammered made him hard again. Moaning loudly as the couch squeaked under them, he could feel a second orgasm rising.
Hatchet could feel Mango starting to tense up around his length. He could tell Mango was getting close again. He could feel his own fatigue mounting from a long day’s work and matting pressing his boyfriend was taking a lot out of him. He couldn’t stop, this was the first time he and Mango had actually done more than just hand jobs in the shower. He needed to finish this but if he didn’t cum soon, he feared he might pass out on him. A devious idea sprang in his mind.

He locked his lips around Mango’s and pushed his tongue in past the sharp fangs and into the bat’s throat. Mango feeling his lover’s tongue in his throat, swallowed. Instantly regretting it as he was now asphyxiating on it, he tensed up, loving it but also panicking he clenched down hard on the cock rearranging his guts and came again. This time on his face and by extension his lovers face.

Hatchet feeling the clench and the cum splattering released the flood gates. Slamming hard and deep hips nuts clenching on Mango’s ass and his cock convulsing inside him he shot his load inside his boyfriend’s ass, most of it going deep inside, some of it spilling out and around his hilt. He stayed there a brief second before pulling his tongue back. They were both gasping for air and looking into each other’s eyes. Letting Mango’s legs go he pulled out with an audible pop.

Panting, the two of them laid together in after glow. Filling each other’s ears with compliments and affirmations of love and both slowly succumbing to full bellies and empty nuts. The call of sleep came and they answered together in a mess of intertwined limbs.

FIN

Author's Note

HUGE HUGE thanks to Horndog for encouraging me to write my first story proofreading and encouraging me to log back into my 6 year old FiMfiction account and guiding me threw the process of uploading. Big thanks to my friends out back for letting me bounce ideas off them.