by Willa Okati
Easy, Collin, easy, Tiego said as if from a distance. Breathe. Can you breathe for me? In, out. In, out.
Collin felt his body twist and writhe, and not in a good way, either. Things were happening to him he didn’t want to open his eyes and see. The flood of pain made him think of the way hot dogs cooked in a microwave. Swell, swell, swell -- split! Right down the middle. Meaty center fully exposed. Possibly crisped.
He choked, struggling for air. No luck. His lungs weren’t working as they should.
Breathe, Tiego insisted.
Collin would have stabbed Tiego with a glare if he’d been capable. Breathe? The dragon sounded for all the world like a Lamaze coach. He wasn’t a woman giving birth!
No. But you are being reborn.
Think of phoenixes, Pax offered. They die in fire and emerge young, healthy, immortal.
It only hurts a little while.
“Yeah?” Collin’s voice rasped. “How about you use those fangs to cook up some spinal block, then? Stat.”
Tiego sighed. Through the agony, Collin vaguely felt a taloned finger scratch a light trail down the bridge of his morphing nose. I fear modern drugs are far beyond us. We cannot help you with the pain. Not this time. You made your choice; now, you will simply have to cope.
“Cope?” Collin blurted, disbelieving. He would have said more, except he was suddenly engaged in gagging up blood. A hoarse yell burst from his throat as something unspeakable happened to his balls. He’d swear they were being torn off paper-towel style. Possibly opening up to be promptly filled with molten lead.
“Dead,” he managed to threaten with all the inherent danger of a baby bull calf. “You’re both one-hundred-percent dead for this.”
You cannot kill the immortals. Tiego patted Collin’s arm. Again, he felt a million miles away. Besides, even once reborn, you will be far weaker than us at first. We are centuries old. You shall be as an infant next to us.
You could offer a fair fight in a couple of hundred years, Pax offered.
“Great. Very comforting.”
Collin’s tongue split down the middle. He vomited crimson, splatters spilling down his chest. Cursing the two dragons sounded like a great idea. Trouble was, Collin didn’t know if he’d be able to talk again for a long, long time.
Bastards! I trusted them, and ...
You are a tough one, Tiego said. He sounded admiring. Trust me when I say this. I have seen the rare attempts at changeover before. Men have made far greater fusses than you. By comparison you show yourself a very Spartan.
Big comfort there. Thanks.
Pax tsked. Oh, come now, calm down. Your temper is already running quite hot enough. There are other ways to forget about the pain besides impotent swearing. For a fine example ... His mental voice dropped. Sex. Think about sex ... and how you enjoyed the bare preliminaries so very much with us. Think of what is yet to come when you can match us on the bedding fields.
Collin’s twisting body stilled for a moment.
Oh, yes, sex, Pax continued. His voice rasped in Collin’s mind. It actually numbed the agony a bit. Collin concentrated hard. Anything in a pinch. And now he’d rediscovered pleasure in the act, thinking about sex didn’t seem such a bad way to pass the time.
You could have us both at once. To reward you for your decision to join us, we will let you take the lead. Would you like that? Tiego’s voice teased. Enticed. What would you like best? To use your dragon cock and split me open? To suck Pax’s fine prick?
Or perhaps the three of us can tangle together -- arms and legs and wings twining until we lose track of what belongs to whom.
Thrusting.
Throbbing.
Pulsing.
Coming.
Flying.
Flying like the wind.
You have never known how good sex can be until you taste it as one of the forever-living.
As I have heard younger men say, you will come your brains out, Pax added helpfully. What is the other expression? Blow a hole through the wall when you shoot? He paused. Is that right? What would be the point in either conclusion? I would far rather feel you explode inside me. Oh, yes. I want you to fuck me when you’re made anew. I want to be your first.
Tiego jerked up in protest. Here. I am the elder. I claim first fuck.
I spoke before you did.
Are you challenging me?
I do not have to. I asked first. I win; no argument. The prize is mine.
Tiego sulked. I wanted his fire cherry.
If he’d been able to do more than curl up and groan, his voice too gone to scream, Collin would have thrown something at their heads. Preferably something very heavy.
Some attention, please? Aren’t you forgetting something? As in, this whole changeover business you wax so poetical about? Why don’t you look down? Mine is seriously in progress. Progressing unbelievably fast now.
Hey! Help!
Collin sensed both dragons wincing. He felt the hot weight of their eyes bearing down on his ripping skin.
If you apologize, I’ll tear your throats out. Just ... keep your minds on the game in progress.
Yes, Collin.
We are here for you. We will not be distracted again.
Good. And I’ll decide who to fuck first. Are we clear?
The dragons chuckled. Their laughter sounded odd -- rippling fire-water, chiming brass. Collin felt four hands come to rest on his stomach and thighs. As you wish, they said. Almost done now. One thing left. The most important part.
Collin flinched. He could just guess --
Shit! Shitshitshitshitshitshitshiiiiiiiiii--
He’d been right. Wings. Wings were the final step. Leathery bat-wings bursting from his shoulder blades, tearing through flesh easily as wet paper. The mutation hurt like a mother. A mother’s mother.
Collin heard himself howl one last time before his voice died completely.
There, he heard Tiego say. He sounded happy as a new father ready to pass out cigars. It is done. Pax? Give him speech.
Mmmm, Pax hummed. With great pleasure.
Collin’s eyes stayed all but welded shut. Just the same, he recognized Pax’s spicy scent as the dragon bent to him. Startled, he realized he could tell Tiego and Pax apart by their unique body fragrances. Then he decided he’d care about heightened senses later, as Pax was suddenly busy kissing him as if he’d like to eat Collin alive.
Now that’s what I’m talking about, guys.
He hadn’t the strength to kiss back, but weakness didn’t stop Collin from enjoying Pax’s talents. The tall dragon man’s mouth proved dangerous in more ways than one. A man could lose himself forever in a kiss like the one Pax delivered. Tongues, teeth, fangs, blood, and cardamom-flavored lips.
Oh, yes. Yes, yes, yes.
Swallow this. Pax’s tongue flicked against Collin’s mouth.
What?
Pax’s fangs pierced Collin’s lower lip, then nicked his own. Drops of blood hot as lava dripped together on Collin’s tongue and welled up into a fat bead. Strangely heavy. Solid rather than liquid, like blood should be.
A dragon ruby, Pax whispered. Seed of the sun. He gave the droplet a light nudge with the fork of his tongue so that it fell deeper into Collin’s mouth. At the same time, Collin felt -- smelled -- Tiego nuzzling at his throat. Teasing him with raspy licks and sharp pricks of fang.
Swallow, both dragon men urged. Drink of this and live forever.
The blood tasted like sunshine and coal, hot as a summertime berry picked from a bush in a brightly blazing field. Collin rolled it around his tongue. Wondering. Amazed.
Swallow, the dragons, his lovers, crooned. They nuzzled and licked at Collin’s lips and neck. He felt their hands kneading his arms and hips like kittens, sharp claws no longer able to pierce a new skin made up of scales. All the same, the pain was a brilliant, burning pleasure.
Swallow.
Collin worked his throat. The bead of blood slid down his gullet. He felt it travel fast as a comet down into his belly, w
here it burst open and filled him from the inside out with fire.
Fire that would never die.
Strength flooded back into him. Every muscle, every last bit of bone and sinew bulged with vitality. His cock sprang back to eager readiness, throbbing with a burning ache to bury itself in deep, wet heat.
Collin sat up and opened his eyes.
He grinned, running the forks of his tongue over his viciously sharp new fangs. Unfurled his hard-won wings and felt the damp, heated winds of the cavern catch them open like sails in the wind.
He laughed aloud. Laughed in surprise and disbelief at the looks of wonder and, oh, yes, utter hunger on Pax and Tiego’s faces. At himself, too. To think, I didn’t want to visit Amour Magique tonight.
I have never been so glad to be proven so incredibly stupid.
“Pax,” Collin said, his voice a low hiss. “Tiego.”
They gazed at him in lustful wonder. Dragon, they said. Dragon.
Brother.
Mate.
Lover.
Ours.
“Yours.” Collin bared his fangs again. “And you are mine.”
He held out a hand and crooked a talon. “Come here, dragons of mine. Show me how to do it with scales.”
Chapter Twelve
That’s it. Oh, yes. Yes. Come to Collin. Good dragons. If I have anything to say about it, we’re revving up to celebrate the love-in of the century.
Collin shifted his weight from foot to foot, hunched in a crouch with his new wings arched overhead. He kept his arm out, pausing to assess and approve of his new, sandy-pale scales, urging the dragons on with his beckoning finger.
Come on. Closer ... closer ...
Both dragons had gone feral. Collin could see the wildness filling their eyes. No measured thoughts, no ancient Asian wisdom, no draconic ah-so. Nothing but pure, raw sexuality -- fucking -- glittered in their hunters’ expressions. He planned to oblige by playing the role of prey, but prey that gave as good as it got.
Slowly, slowly, Pax and Tiego inched toward Collin, moving in a slithering crawl. Their mercurial shapes shifted with each inhale and exhale. Dragon, man, fire, dragon, man, fire, and again. Massive lizards sliding over rocks. Men balancing atop boulders, hands out for balance. Fire billowing in eager curls. All of them heading for ground zero.
For Collin.
“Do you think you can take me now?” Collin taunted, purely to see how Pax and Tiego would react. He blew out a puff of clove-scented breath. They raised their noses and sniffed, tongues flickering out for a taste.
“Do I smell good now? Do I smell like gay spirit? Come on, men. Show me what you’ve got. Or do you plan to keep me waiting -- again? I spent a good third of my life playing the monk, and I believe things have well and truly changed.” He flashed his fangs. “Care for a taste?”
Do not bait us unless you mean to make good on your promises, Pax growled as he dragged one set of talons across the floor.
The question is, Tiego added, are you ready for us?
Collin grinned, faux lazy. He shrugged to feel his wings bounce and canted his hips as if he were eighteen again, admiring the way his amazingly reshaped cock jutted out before him. “What do you think? Tick-tock, boys. I’m an executive, and I live by the clock. Do you want me? Come and take me. Or should I go find some fresh meat of my own?”
Tiego snarled. No. Ours!
Ours! Pax growled.
Together, they pounced.
About time, Collin thought as the dragon men knocked him to the floor and swarmed his body. Now, let’s party like it’s 1066. Only better.
Tiego didn’t waste any time. He went right for the gold, sweeping his scorching mouth over Collin’s nipples. Flicking each nub with broad, sizzling swipes of his tongue.
Collin arched up, groaning. “You. Are way too good. At that.”
Silence! Tiego snarled. Again.
Collin grinned and fell quiet. He had better things to focus on at the moment, anyway. Less talking equaled more sex, and he was beginning to realize he truly couldn’t get enough.
A definite improvement over the older model.
A scrap of song shot through Collin’s brain. A particularly awful song he’d been forced to listen to when carpooling Bree to a winter Brotherhood meeting. Something about wanting to “fuck you like an animal.” At the time, the lyrics had made him cringe. Now, he reveled in their power. Whoever wrote those words and put them to music had had the right idea. No human, from porn star to ten-inch gym bunny, could compare with making love to a dragon. Melting from ice to flame.
Rutting with Pax and Tiego was truly a gay Nirvana -- Bodhisattva style. Seattle still had a lot to learn.
As both dragon men swarmed Collin’s body with their hot mouths, he wriggled and purred beneath them. Skin on skin on skin. Perfectly naked. Nothing in the way. No inhibitions.
Collin yelped, then whooped in glee when Tiego dove for his feet. The dragon twined his tongue around each toe, tickling, then let his lips travel a branding-iron path up Collin’s bare leg.
He approved. So did his cock, which demonstrated its pleasure by rising up like a Roman candle, fuse lit, ready to explode. Collin reached out to touch the pointed tip, a sort of foreskin, as he’d suspected. The notion made him want to bubble over with laughter. Forget transformation into an immortal -- he knew men who’d trade their souls for a new cock hood alone.
What would it feel like, plunging his new equipment into a hot, tight hole? Collin couldn’t wait to find out. He hoped to have his chance before long. The sooner, the better.
The dragons made little rumbling sounds. They glanced at each other -- silent question, silent answer. Maybe they were thinking about getting on with things?
As it turned out, no. Not yet. But Collin didn’t mind. Mostly.
Freeing one hand from the tangle of Collin’s hair, Tiego fumbled under one of the cushions on the floor. He swore a blue streak in some language that sounded vaguely like Chinese as he hunted, looking just like an overeager, horny top hunting down rogue condoms to please his pushy bottom boy. Collin couldn’t help it anymore -- he laughed until Tiego glared at him, but all the same couldn’t stop grinning afterwards.
Finally Tiego found what he’d been looking for and raised it to the light with a shout. Collin tilted his head and peered at the thing, curious. A small, blue glass bottle with a cork stopper. What the ...
Oh.
Oh.
Oh, yes. Great idea, wonderful, fantastic. Go for it!
Tiego uncorked the bottle and, grinning like a devil, poured a thin stream of oil onto Collin’s jerking belly. A burst of burning cinnamon smell filled the air as the puddle scorched his skin. It couldn’t really burn through his new scales, but the blast of fire felt far, far too good.
Collin groaned in pleasure, arching up. Tiego leered, fangs glinting, and began rubbing the oil down a slick path into Collin’s groin.
Collin almost shed his first serpentine skin on the spot. “Again!”
Shut. Up.
Collin obeyed, albeit muffling a groan as Tiego’s hands worked in the simmering oil. Pax decided to play as well, snatching up the vial to pour out his own portion of potion on Collin’s legs, stroking up and down. Jacking them like twin cocks. The sensation felt almost -- almost -- as good.
Speaking of cocks, though, if Collin’s had a voice, it would have been whining, Me, me, me, my turn! Pay some attention to me, men!
Tiego writhed up and over until almost all his weight lay draped over Collin’s body. Cock to cock, not a moment too soon, they thrust and rocked together until their rhythms clicked and caught. Collin keened aloud at the sensation. He’d known it would feel good, but not that the top of his head might threaten to come flying off.
Ohhh, yes. So good. Bring it home.
Tiego chuckled and scratched at the hands that grabbed at his back and dug deep. Pax probably wished he were in his partner’s place, but made do with admirable efficiency. He switched from leg worship to scat
tering heated, open-mouthed kisses over Collin’s throat. Hot, sharp licks and bites, both of which Collin returned with interest.
If memory served, before his life had gone sour, Collin knew he’d been a talented lay. With his two dragons to please, plus his new shape and abilities, he planned on showing them things even they hadn’t seen before. He’d do everything it took to drag them screaming into white-hot climaxes.
Tiego’s hand wandered lower and grabbed Collin’s cock. He squeezed. Jacked. Tugged. Tortured seven kinds of delicious hell out of Collin, each one better than the last.
Pax bumped hands with Tiego over Collin’s groin. They twined their talons around his cock, a column of scorching, swollen flesh. Both laughed, low rumbles, as Collin yelled and swore. Tiego dragged his sharp claw over the tip of Collin’s fancy new sheath and peeled it back.
Pax dove in for a double-forked lick of fire.
Collin bellowed and spasmed.
Do you like what he is doing? Tiego teased, eyes heavy-lidded.
Collin sprayed a delicate arc of sparks that sizzled on Tiego’s cheek. “What do you think?”
Tit for tat, fair play with no losers, and time to get it on.
Collin shoved his hips up, jabbing Tiego with his cock. Oh, good angle. Had to remember that one.
So, are you going to make me wait all day?
Not at all, Tiego murmured as he took a fresh grip on Collin’s erection. A fantastic, strong grasp. Ruthless, cruel to be kind, he stripped it up and down, both hard and fast.
Collin spasmed in ecstasy. “Good ... good work,” he managed.
Pax gave Collin a wicked smirk. He maneuvered up, balancing on his forearms, breathing a cloud of steam over Collin’s throbbing cock. His aching need doubled. Fuck or die. Had to happen. Fast.
Not to worry, though; Collin’s dragons understood. Better still, they were all for it and then some. Judging by how both draconic cocks twitched and bobbed like angry snakes, they were more than ready to splatter the walls themselves. Or Collin, deep inside.
One brief wrestling match, and Pax won by a handful of claws to the nose. He dove for Collin’s cock, sucking hard. Dragon tongues lent a whole new level of pleasure to the art of fellatio.