Frost and Fire

Kemeryx glared up at the distant mountain, his brow furrowed with intense dislike and abiding frustration. It was a large mountain, with even sides, a smooth and uniform cone, topped with a glittering snowcap that pierced the clouds high above. The only such mountain for miles around, it dwarfed the foothills and towered over the plains which surrounded the lone peak.

The sight of the mountain made Kemeryx feel small. He did not like feeling small, it was something that he was all too familiar with, and which always made his guts roil with nervous energy and impotent frustration. His issue regarding the mountain was simple. He wanted it. While it may be no volcano, it was a largely ideal place to make his lair, and about the best place he'd yet been able to find since he'd been forced to leave home. With such a commanding location to serve as his home he would feel very big and powerful indeed. This was complicated by the simple fact that the mountain was already the lair of another dragon.

Kemeryx had faced similar complications before, elder dragons having claimed the good spots for themselves, he hadn't dared challenge them, and they had all made a point of chasing him from their territory, making him feel small and afraid and helpless. He thought he'd had it made when he entered this territory, called the local out and found a silver dragon of his own age defending the place.

The young red had thought he would be able to win, but once again he was defeated and repulsed, though it was a close run thing. But instead of moving on he had found a damp musty cave on the outskirts of the territory and waited. This was his best chance for a place to call home, he'd probably never get another opportunity like this. He just had to wait for the right moment... He'd been fought off a few times now, never really wanting to throw his all into the battle, testing and probing and retreating, but he'd have his moment.

Growling softly in frustration, the young red stared up at the mountain, keen eyes catching a glint of dazzling silver along the grey stone and white snow.

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Valkorion looked down from high above his lands, the sweeping green fields and forests, the rocky foothills, stretching out to an huge lake on one side and a mountain range on the other. Defensible, bountiful, comfortable... lonely. The young silver dragon rolled his shoulders and swished his tail uncomfortably. His mountain home, the place of his youth and maturation, now seemed so terribly empty. It had been thirty years since his parents had passed away, but the wound never seemed to have closed.

He'd wept for days when he got the news. They'd died like heroes, at each other's side, slaying a whole army of rampaging barbarians in the process, saving countless thousands of innocent lives. But they'd left him quite alone. Alone in a vast lair that still made him think of them wherever he looked.

Valkorion shook himself, he had no time for these sad thoughts. His territory was in danger. Some upstart red drake had violated his territory and challenged him for his lair. A lonely and sad place it may have become, but he would die before he let some red violate the halls of his parents. He stood upon a carved outcropping high on the mountainside, the viewing perch giving him a good vantage point.

It was a sad state of affairs, he couldn't go hunting for the intruder, or else leave his lair unguarded. And he didn't like the idea of just sitting here and waiting either. Each fight would leave him hoping the intruder would get the message and leave, but he'd sometimes see the red drake flying around the borders of his domain, just to remind Valkorion he was still there.

The silver drake snorted and leapt from the platform, alighting on the winds as he soared over his lands, looking over the terrain far below. Come on, come and have a go, he thought to himself, defiantly flashing his gleaming scales high above the forest floor. There was a distant crackle of thunder, rain clouds moving in. Perfect, gloomy weather to suit his gloomy mood.

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Kemeryx frowned up at the silver dot winging over the landscape. Unmistakable even at this distance. Well, it had been a few days since their last scrap, maybe his luck would be better this time. He heard the rumble of the oncoming storm and looked over his shoulder at the miserable little hole he called a home right now. It'd be full of mud soon enough, but maybe if he won he'd be cozy and dry in his new lair...

He waited for the silver drake to pass on his next orbit before taking off, needing to gain altitude without the other dragon seeing him right away. He spiraled upwards, bringing himself up to the same height before he roared his challenge, a ringing, gutteral cry. The answering tone was smooth and sharp, almost musical, and he saw the other dragon winging around the mountaintop towards him.

The battle began with a head to head merge, the two dragons flying past each other and unleashing their breath. Fire met frost with a hiss of steam, the two elemental cones obliterating each other in the air between them as they whipped past. Kemeryx looked over his shoulder, the silver was already turning in on him, he was so nimble...

They passed again, the two swiping at each other with their claws. The silver whipped out of reach of Kemeryx's claws but the red swiped his tail like a whip, rewarded with a high yelp of surprised pain as he smacked something good and hard. It probably wasn't serious but any distraction might help him. He grinned and came wheeling about again, their turning battle costing each of them altitude as they dropped down towards the ground.

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Valkorion wheeled about after the first pass, their breath weapons proving equally matched. Opposite elements destroying each other, not much to be done for it, they would have to settle things with teeth and claws. He whipped inside the clumsier red's turning arc and lashed out at him, dodging the claws in return. He grinned at his escape, before he felt a hard, sharp smack on his rump. "Ah!" He gasped, a little higher pitched than he would have liked, shooting the red a dirty look over his shoulder.

They dashed at each other again and again, turning lower and lower, neither doing more than smacking the other around or sliding claws over each other's scales. The son of heroes he may have been, but Valkorion was not used to fighting, though he was quite the skilled flyer. The red drake was a strong and well built male though, and he feared the other might be able to outlast him. So he decided on a rather more dramatic course of action.

He turned as sharp as he could after their last pass, so low now they were almost skimming the muddy, rainswept ground. He didn't aim to strafe this time, he slammed right into the side of the slightly stockier male and latched on. Now it was the red's turn to yelp in surprise as they both went tumbling down to slam into the muddy ground with a dull splattering thud.

They snapped and hissed, clawing at each other, grappling and snapping. The two dragons were lost in an increasingly muddy storm of wings, tails and snapping maws, bodies grinding and slamming into each other. The red was on top, then Valkorion was, then they tussled again. Valkorion growled as he felt the red's claws grab onto him firmly and roll, slamming him hard down, the other male forcing his legs apart. With a look of triumph the red drake pinned him to the ground and pressed down atop him.

Then, with the abruptness of a lightning strike, the fight stopped. The red had frozen, the victorious roar dying in his throat, a look of confused surprise coming over his face, he looked like he'd just been smacked on the head by a giant. A moment later Valkorion realized why when he became aware of a warm, mostly hard something pressing against his crotch. The two dragons looked into each other's eyes, each wide and surprised. Then, as one, they each looked down.

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Kemeryx slammed into the ground along with the silver drake. Audacious little bastard he had to admit, but it was a mistake, the silver was more nimble in the air, but he was more powerful on the ground. They wrestled and tussled, excitement and energy rising from the pit of Kemeryx's belly into his chest as he realized he was winning. He rolled, pinning the silver to the ground. He was moving on instinct now, forcing the male's legs apart with his own thighs, rearing back to roar out his triumph. A tiny voice in the back of his mind was asking why he wasn't going for the killing blow, but he ignored it.

His roar instead came out as a surprised, shocked little squeak as he felt something very, very wrong happening down around his waist. With one touch he was snapped completely out of the excitement of the fight. He looked down into the silver's eyes, a panicked comprehension in the other male's gaze. They both looked down, Kemeryx lifting his chest a little to get a clear view.

He blinked in dumb recognition at what he saw. Cock. His cock. His cock out of its sheath. His cock pressed against the smooth scales of the male beneath him, slipping along the inner thigh, brushing the silver drake's sheath as it passed, and the sensation was too damn good. The silver dragon made a kind of choking, panicked noise and moved a bit, hips twitching upward, increasing the pressure on his shaft. Cool, smooth scales felt like silk on a shaft that had only known the touch of his own claw and Kemeryx's eyes widened with a gasp. One of his rear legs trembled and seemed to go numb, falling out from under him completely as he collapsed atop the other male.

They each let out a surprised grunt as their sheaths pressed together hard, and after a moment of confused squirming Kemeryx felt the other dragon's shaft poking at his own as it came out of its sheath. That was the last straw, making a rather undignified noise of panic Kemeryx spread his wings and took off, leaving the muddy, aroused silver drake where he lay. The red drake flew for his woodland cave as fast as his wings could carry him, nursing his confused erection the entire way.

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Valkorion lay there in the mud for quite some time, staring dumbly up at the sky. The rain passed as quickly as it had come, leaving him covered in slowly drying muck. Every once in a while he would glance down to see if his shaft had started to recede yet, to find it hadn't. Whenever he did this he started to think about the feeling of the red drake's tip sliding over his scales, the heavy press of his shaft against Valkorion's own sheath. This then sent him back to staring into the sky in silent contemplation for a while longer.

Eventually, blessedly, his arousal began to die down and the shock of what had happened began to clear away like a passing cloud. The silver drake rolled over and got up on his feet, shaking himself a little to try and dislodge some of the clinging mud. He began to think about the implications of what had happened, not just the event itself. The red drake had been aroused while they'd fought, and Valkorion shuddered to think his opponent might have wanted to force himself on the silver drake. But no, he'd been just as shocked by his own arousal as Valkorion himself had been, so he couldn't have planned it.

In fact, all the fight had gone out of him at that moment, and he'd panicked and ran off. In that moment of surprise he'd seen his opponent as more than just a violent red, he'd seen another young, awkward male like himself, the same surprised embarrassment that he had felt, the two briefly united in their moment of shared confusion.

Valkorion paused, cocking his head slightly. Did he consider the red male... attractive? A nervous shudder went through him at the very idea, but he had to consider it. Maybe he was just very, very lonely, but there was something handsome in that angular and ridged face, and he felt a tingle of excitement as he thought of that powerful body which had been grinding against him not long ago. He snorted and shook his head, not wanting to think about such things, the red was his enemy, they had been enemies before they'd ever met, it was the way of things.

He looked back at his body, covered in dried mud and grimaced. He needed a bath. The silver drake alighted on the winds and went off towards the lake.

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Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck! Kemeryx was panting a little after his rapid flight, back in his dim, muddy cave. The murky shadows seemed to dance with imagined images, the sleek, fit form of a silver dragon flitting teasingly at the edges of his vision. He shook his head as if to dispel the images, looking down to see he was still quite hard. "Fuuuuck." He groaned aloud. There was only one way to get rid of this.

He reached down and grasped his shaft, closing his eyes as he once again resorted to self love. A dragoness, he thought, a crimson dragoness, sleek and sultry, with a pretty face and lovely shiny horns and... He stopped mid stroke, realizing he was just imagining the silver dragon but with red scales. He snorted and resumed his jacking. No no, bigger, not that face, uglier, with curled and jagged horns and a great big scar, missing an eye too. The most unattractive face he could imagine on a dragoness, but that didn't matter. Hips, that's what he needed, not sleek and toned like the drake's, with their silky smooth scales, great big-bearing hips covered in gnarled scarred armor.

Kemeryx gritted his teeth as he focused on the polar opposite of the silver drake, a heavy, scarred, enormously curvy dragoness, so unlike anything he'd fantasized about before, so unlike the smooth scales, toned form and wonderful touch he'd felt just minutes ago. A body that seemed to bring his juvenile fantasies into reality, and where the male body was different from the female, it felt like an exciting surprise rather than an unwelcome change. The imagined heat of the crimson female in his mind fading to the cooler touch of the silver that had left him tingling and oversensitive. He tightened his grip on his shaft and pumped faster, wishing it wasn't his own rough palm he felt but the soft touch of another's hand, another's mouth, another's...

His eyes flew open as he came with a grunt that was less of pleasure and more of frustration. Anger that he'd let his mind wander to such a depraved but oh so enjoyable place. And maybe just a little irritation that his fantasy was entirely impossible, that the half formed scenes in his mind would never come to pass. He looked at his hand, stained with his own seed and tried to wipe it clean in the muddy water at the bottom of his cave, but only made himself more filthy in a different way.

Snorting in disgust at himself and the wretched hole he'd befouled with his fevered imaginings, he turned and left the cave, deciding to chance a visit to the nearby lake to hopefully cleanse his body and mind.

Valkorion flew over the lake, twirled once in the air and dived smoothly into the depths, feeling the cool water rush over him. He held his breath easily, twisting and turning in the clear water, thinking on the day's events. He tried to deny it at first, but as he hung in the water's embrace he slowly realized he couldn't lie to himself. The red drake, the violent, intrusive, deadly red drake, was attractive to him.

Was that a bad thing, exactly? He pondered the idea. He had read that some male dragons fancied other males, it was a rare but entirely normal thing. He'd never wondered if he fell in this category as he'd always fantasized vaguely about females. Valkorion supposed he probably must be attracted to both genders, a revelation that he greeted with a mental shrug.

As for the red male in particular... He summoned a mental image of the intruding drake and considered it. Bulky, well built muscles, the curled horns and spiky frills had a kind of regal quality to them, the body was well formed and shapely. He supposed, aesthetically speaking, that the red drake was attractive, the species difference even made him somewhat exotic. None of that changed the fact that he was a deadly dangerous intruder who had to be fought, but Valkorion supposed he had to admit that the red drake was quite the handsome male.

Feeling pretty good about himself for coming to such a reasonable conclusion, he swam up out of the water with a soft smile. The sun was shining again and it made his wet scales glisten magnificently as he climbed out onto the sandy beach of his lake, shaking himself a little. As he shook the water off he felt something tapping the inside of his thighs, and he lifted one leg to look.

"Heh." He chuckled softly. Guess all that thinking of mating and imagining attractive dragons had an effect on him. He glanced around cautiously but saw no sign of any crimson intruders... so he lifted one rear leg again for access and reached down, stroking his shaft with a pleasant sigh.

He smiled, enjoying himself as he let his mind wander. Wanting to explore his new thoughts, he summoned up the image of the red drake again, imagining the strong male in a few different interesting positions. He felt a thrill of excitement go through him at the thought, his shaft seeming to grow even harder in his hand.

He wondered what he might do if this imaginary dragon were here, this imagined red drake who would do whatever he wished and didn't have the glaring personality flaws of the real one. He remembered something he'd read in one of the many tomes in the library, a study on relationships and romance, including between males. He remembered reading how two males mated with each other. He tried to imagine what it might feel like to have the other male climb onto his back, and mate with him like that. He groaned softly, wanting to feel that now, despairing that he could not... but maybe there was something he could do, to feel something kind of like that...

He glanced down at himself and grinned as the idea came to him.

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Kemeryx stared in wide eyed silence at the scene before him. He'd just arrived at the nearby lake when he saw the glimmer of silver in the water and he dived for cover. He crouched behind a hill, just peeking over the crest to see the silver male coming up out of the water. Kemeryx considered fleeing, but he didn't want to risk the better flyer chasing him down. At least that's what he thought at first, soon enough he was rooted to the spot by the sight itself before him.

The silver drake was... he couldn't lie to himself anymore, the male was magnificent to behold. His shining scales glimmering even brighter now that they were wet, and he moved with the grace of a dancer, stretching and shaking himself. A look of satisfaction on his handsome, sleek face, smooth horns gleaming. Smooth and sleek the other male may be, but every inch of him was toned muscle, and he knew from fighting him that he was quite strong.

Kemeryx's eyes widened as he saw the other male lift his hind leg, revealing his fully erect shaft. The silver's handsome face grinned in amusement and, as if putting on a show for Kemeryx on purpose, began pleasuring himself. Kemeryx's heart hammered in his chest, all he could do was stare in wide eyed, rapt attention. The silver stroked his shaft smoothly and languidly, a pleased expression on his face, his sinuous body flexing shamelessly. Then the silver paused, and Kemeryx feared he'd been discovered, but the silver seemed to have an idea.

He watched as the silver drake brought his tail up to his mouth, giving the pointed tip a few licks. Kemeryx wondered what he was doing until he saw the tail tip travel down, down to press between the silver drake's tight rump cheeks. He didn't think his eyes could go wider, but they did. He wasn't, surely he wasn't going to... The silver dragon's back arched and his eyes closed, his mouth opening in a perfect gasp of pleasure as he slid his own tail inside his entrance.

Kemeryx's shaft sprang again from his sheath and he thought he might pass out. Surely this was some hallucination, or else a vision of some heavenly plane. He couldn't possibly still be in reality as he watched this perfect creature shamelessly pleasuring himself. The tail slid in, deeper, then out, then deeper still, as the silver again began stroking his shaft. Tail and hand worked in tandem, and he wished he was close enough to hear the sounds the silver drake was making because he seemed to be enjoying himself quite a lot.

Finally the silver arched his back and flared his wings as he came, driving his tail in good and deep, thick ropes of creamy seed painting the pristine beach sand. The dragon slowly came down from his high, sighing contentedly and withdrawing his tail. He giggled at himself, regarding his cumstained hand before he shrugged and licked it clean.

Kemeryx rose up slightly, as if some reflex was telling him to go down there. Go down there and confront that male, pin him to the white sand and show him how much better it'd feel to have the shaft he obviously craved than his own tail thrust inside him. But before he could do anything the silver launched into the air and soared away. Kemeryx cursed to himself, for missing his chance and for obviously having become mad enough to want that in the first place. Grumbling, he walked to the water's edge to clean himself, knowing he'd be relieving his own stress on this beach as well before he left.

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It had been three days since that incident, and each of the dragons found that their sleep was light and restless each night. Kemeryx tossed and turned on the packed mud in his cave, claws leaving deep gouges in the soft dirt as he reached for someone who was not there. Valkorion crooned softly as he lay upon an immense pile of gold and silver, dearly wishing to feel the touch of another to fill the loneliness in his life. Each drake awoke, at once grateful and saddened to be free of the phantom presence of the other teasing them in their dreams.

They saw each other again in the air, a speck of silver and red orbiting each other. Swooping and diving, probing. When one dived, the other circled away, then they traded places. Each one harboring silent misgivings about fighting the one they had been privately fantasizing about for days now. Valkorion would smoothly arc through, shooting a probing attack with magic or freezing mist before winging away. Kemeryx would barrel straight towards his silvery opponent before he would quickly turn away, seemingly unable to bear down on that face he'd seen in his dreams.

Each pass brought them closer to each other, and closer to the ground, their claws swiping at each other and getting only empty air or the occasional harmless nick. Each could tell that the other's heart wasn't in it, and each wondered why the other wasn't throwing their all into the fight.

Valkorion's brow was furrowed in thoughtful concern, unsure why his opponent was holding back so much. His better angels wondered if there might have been a change of heart, or if the other dragon was somehow ill. He was cautious, but did not want to push the matter by striking a telling blow, in case his opponent really did want to stop fighting.

Kemeryx's internal thoughts were far more angry. He berated himself constantly for being weak, for his pathetic nature, for proving his mother right when she threw him from the lair of his youth for being unworthy of inheriting her legacy. All this was proof that he was a hopeless, worthless worm, unable to strike at his mortal enemy just because he had a pretty face. He half wished the silver would just put him out of his misery.

Finally the two of them collided and pulled each other down to the grass below, slamming in with a heavy thud. They grappled and snapped at each other, and while normally Kemeryx would have the advantage on the ground, he was too distracted to fight properly. Maybe he was just driven that far, maybe the fact that his opponent wasn't fighting seriously made him feel safe, but as they grappled and rolled he didn't so much fight with the silver dragon as grope him. Curious, greedy hands running over smooth scales and a firm, toned body.

Valkorion felt the groping hands and wasn't exactly bothered by them, curious more than anything. He felt the red drake ignoring obvious holds and strikes just to rub a hand over the sweep of his hip, or feel the curve of his chest. The red drake pressed hard on him, turning and trying to get atop him, Valkorion's lower legs being forced open once again. He felt the hard heat of the red drake's shaft jabbing at him, aroused once again.

Kemeryx growled, a very different tone from the sound he made when angered, as he pressed down on the silver male. While the first touch had been an accident, this time he deliberately ground his shaft on the silver's sheath. He groaned at the delightful friction, pressing harder and humping against him. He'd retake control of his life in the most direct way possible. He felt so head over heels, out of control since this silver drake had entered his fantasies, and now he'd set it all straight again by claiming him!

"Got you right where I want you!" He growled triumphantly, humping his shaft hard against the silver's and realized the other male was growing hard as well.

"No. I have you." The silver said with a grin. And it wasn't fear or arousal on his face, it was bemusement.

Kemeryx blinked. "Wha..."

The silver nodded, and Kemeryx followed his gaze to see the thick, magical vines that had erupted from the ground, tying down one forelimb. He tugged and struggled, feeling one rear leg and his tail tied securely down as well. The silver smiled and slipped out of his grasp like so much water, standing up over him, leaving Kemeryx groaning in defeat, and sadness at his fantasy slipping through his claws.

But the silver didn't strike, didn't breath freezing frost, didn't fly away. He glanced from Kemeryx's erect shaft, to his face. "I think... we need to talk." He said deliberately.

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Kemeryx fought hard to keep a straight face, though his anxiety was showing. He was pinned in a very compromising position in a few different ways. Unable to fly or even stand up, unable to defend himself, one leg pulled open to keep him from covering his privates even, his hard shaft and balls on clear display. He didn't try to cover them though, letting the silver look with his infuriatingly calm, curious gaze, feeling a kind of defiant pride as he looked down to see the bluish tip of the silver's own erection hanging down below him.

"I guess so. You're not going to kill me?" Kemeryx asked cautiously, looking up at the silver with a mix of emotions stealing across his face.

The silver thought for a moment, then shook his head. "You might have been able to kill me before but... you were too busy trying to grope me." He said it in a very matter of fact way, even a little curious, not a hint of anger in that smooth voice.

Kemeryx shifted a little uncomfortably on the ground, opened his mouth to speak, then closed it again without saying anything.

"I suppose we should start with names. I'm Valkorion, who are you?" The silver said with a polite inclination of his head.

Kemeryx blinked in surprise at being treated so politely. "Kemeryx." He replied shortly.

Valkorion nodded again, thoughtfully. "Well, Kemeryx, I'd like to know why all of a sudden you seem less interested in fighting me, and more interested in groping and..." He glanced at the red's still hard cock. "Humping me."

Kemeryx looked away, fidgeting awkwardly. The constant, patient stare of the silver's eyes seemed to drag the answers out of him. "I find you... attractive, alright?"

Valkorion cocked his head slightly. "And you were going to force yourself on me?"

The soft note of disapproval in that voice struck Kemeryx harder than any blow the silver had dealt him. "Yes..." He admitted, lowering his snout a little.

Valkorion just nodded. "Why?"

"Because I..." He looked up into the other's eyes. "Because I can't stop thinking about you!" He blurted. "Because you're in my dreams and you won't let me sleep, because you're driving me mad being out of my reach, because I've never wanted anything in the world as much as I want you!"

The silver considered for a long moment, then nodded. "I... I have been thinking about you as well." He glanced over the red's body. "I do find you attractive, and I'd never strike a helpless opponent like you are but... are we not still enemies?"

Kemeryx blinked, a stupid grin stealing over his face as he heard the silver found him attractive, it died though and he lay his head on the ground with a groan. "No. We're not, because I'm an utter fucking failure."

Valkorion opened his mouth but said nothing, though Kemeryx kept right on going.

"Mother was right I am too weak to do anything, don't deserve to inherit one copper piece from her, too weak to win my own lair or make one worth living in, now I've fallen for a silver and just the look of him makes me feel faint! One touch and all the fight goes out of me and I can't think of anything else anymore, It's pathetic and I'm pathetic and..."

He trailed off when he realized that Valkorion had leaned in quite close to him, close enough he could just feel the silver's cool breath on his neck. He slowly lifted his chin, gulping nervously as he exposed himself for a killing blow. It didn't come, and he lowered his chin and drew a shaky breath.

"I don't think you're pathetic. I think that was very brave." Valkorion said, and Kemeryx felt a beating, fiery surge of pride bloom in his chest. "To put your own life on the line for something you feel that strongly about, to have the courage to tell me this at all when you were raised to think of my kind as a mortal enemy. I know this is very hard for you to say, so please don't call yourself pathetic, you're not."

Kemeryx's breath hitched in his throat, Valkorion was still leaned in very close. "So... what do we do now?" He asked shakily.

"I'm not exactly sure..." Valkorion admitted, glancing away. "I've never even heard of this kind of thing happen..." He looked back, to see that Kemeryx had leaned up close to him.

Their snouts were almost touching, each one feeling the other's breath playing over their face and neck. They gazed into each other's eyes, red-yellow staring into silver-blue. Slowly, gingerly, they closed the gap, nuzzling each other, slowly, experimentally, gently.

Valkorion opened his mouth a little, licking Kemeryx's snout, and the red drake returned the gesture, the two holding eye contact, nuzzling and licking. Eventually their tongues met each other, and they held the touch, before Kemeryx opened his mouth a little more. They pressed closer, letting their eyes close as they kissed for the first time. They gingerly explored each other's mouths, each letting out a deep thrum of satisfaction as they kissed, finally, slowly breaking apart to look in each other's eyes again.

"Now... what?" Kemeryx asked, panting slightly in excitement.

Valkorion looked down at him, eyes tracing the outline of the red's body, resting on his shaft. "I think... we both want the same thing." He breathed, and carefully lay down beside the red, laying one hand on his side.

Kemeryx grinned, reaching down to grip the silver's hip and pull them together. "Then let's not waste any more time." He grinned.

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Valkorion grinned, running a hand up Kemeryx's belly and over his chest, feeling the blazing heat of the red dragon's body. "You're like a furnace." He muttered, resting his hand on Kemeryx's chest.

The red drake grinned, rubbing Valkorion's hip. "And you're all cool, and smooth." He shifted his grip a bit, squeezing Valkorion's muscular rump and tugging him closer until they pressed together, his breath hitching as their hard shafts touched.

Valkorion took the initiative, pushing forward and grinding their shafts together, letting out a huff of pleasure as he felt their slick shafts sliding across each other, their balls touchng gently. "Have you ever done this before?" He asked, looking into the red's eyes.

Kemeryx fidgeted slightly. "No... have you?"

Valkorion shook his head. "No, but I've read about what to do... I think..." He reached down, wrapping a hand around both their shafts, squeezing them together.

"Gah!" Kemeryx's eyes went wide in surprise and he humped forward on reflex. Valkorion just grinned, starting to stroke up and down and returning the motion, rocking in against Kemeryx.

"Like that?" He asked, a little teasingly.

Kemeryx nodded feverishly. "Yes! Very much!" He gasped, building up the pace with his thrusts, rocking his hips powerfully against the silver's.

Valkorion grinned and nodded, his breathing getting a bit heavier. "Me too. You feel... wonderful." He panted, jacking his hand over both their shafts a bit faster.

They panted, hot and cool breath playing over each other, leaning in close enough to nuzzle snouts as the thrust and frotted. They found their rythm silently, working against each other until they moved in harmony, steadily picking up the pace. They looked hotly into each other's eyes, pulses racing as they humped desperately.

"I'm getting close." Kemeryx groaned, his breath coming hot and heavy.

Valkorion nodded, not trusting himself to speak.

Driven by a shared instinct they thrust harder and harder, until they both hit the peak together. Kemeryx threw his head back and roared as his climax hit him, hot cum shooting up to splatter over their bodies. Valkorion came a moment later, grunting softly and lowering his head, eyes closed as he came, their jets of seed mixing together, leaving their bellies and chests painted in warm cum.

They locked eyes and without having to think about it, leaned in to share another kiss, groaning contentedly as they lay together, slowly exploring each other with curious hands.

The kiss eventually broke and they lay there for a while, neither wanting to break this lovely moment. Eventually though, Valkorion spoke. "So... what happens now?"

"I don't know." Kemeryx muttered.

Valkorion sighed, looking down at their messy bodies. "This was... nice. I take it we're not going to fight over my lair anymore?"

Kemeryx let out one bark of a laugh. "Hah. No, I don't want to hurt you."

Valkorion nodded. "So you'll be moving on then?"

"No!" Kemeryx blurted, not angered, sounding hurt by the idea. He calmed though, looking ashamed of his outburst.

"Then what do you want to do?" Valkorion asked pointedly.

"I want..." The red began. He looked away unable to voice what he wanted. But he laid a hand on Valkorion's flank and gave a needy little squeeze.

"I see." Valkorion said softly. The two of them lay in silence there for a while.

"Where have you been sleeping all this time?" Valkorion asked after a bit.

Kemeryx sighed. "Muddy little cave in the forest."

"Ah, wondered where you were. Doesn't sound very comfortable." The silver nodded.

"No it's not. At least I won't miss it when I leave." He sighed.

Valkorion gave him a nudge. "I thought you didn't want to leave."

The red sighed sadly. "No, I don't. But... I have to. I need to find my own place, and I won't hurt you, so... there's no other option... Is there?" He perked up slightly, giving Valkorion a curious look.

The silver was deep in thought, locking eyes with Kemeryx and staring at him for a long moment. "My lair is very comfortable... but it is quiet... and very lonely." He began, speaking deliberately and slowly. "I would like to have someone to keep me company in it."

Kemeryx's heart skipped a beat. "I... I don't know what to... yes! I would... yes." He nodded eagerly, quite unable to believe what he was hearing.

Valkorion chuckled softly, planting a little kiss on the red's snout. "This is going to take some work but... I'm willing to try it out."

Kemeryx nodded. "I know but... can we just lay here a while longer?"

The silver nodded, and they pressed together again, groaning and relaxing, enjoying the first companionship either of them had felt in years. They both knew that what was ahead of them would prove difficult, and probably dangerous.

Right now, neither cared.