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Warning: The following presentation contains scenes of blood, but is ultimately less bloody that the previous presentation. There is also sex (notice that a certain word is missing from that ;) and some bad language. But you've come to expect that by now.

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The arena's medical chamber was as depressing as it was clinically sanitary. The walls were white, the floors were white, and the ceilings were white. The only things with any splashes of color were the white tables, with splashes of both fresh and dried blood strewn about their tops. Jonas occupied one of these tables, with a team of three operators standing above him. Viridan stood over them, fretting considerably.

"Is he going to be okay, doc?" He asked.

"For the thousandth time, yes," One of the medics exclaimed, exasperated by the dragon's constant pestering. "Now stand back, and let us do our job."

Viridan did not move, rather watched worriedly as the medics worked. They had already been in the chamber for three hours. The medics had run a wide away of tests during the first hours, to see the extent of Jonas' injuries. They had said that his organs were all jumbled up from Zereck's savage attack, and that they would need to be put back into place. It had taken them the last two hours to do that, and all three of them, wrist deep in Jonas' insides, to successfully complete it. They now had the human's split pelvis propped up into a position where the pelvic repairs could be done.

"Calcium-based bone cement," The lead operator ordered, holding out his hand to his assistant. Once the hand had been filled with the cement gun, the secondary operators took their places on either side of Jonas. Together, they pushed the two halves of the bone together, allowing for them to be cemented properly. The bone cement exited the gun as a milky paste, and upon contact with the bone, hardened into a strong seal. He put the gun down on a tray next to him and held his hand out again.

"Skin repair gel," The lead operator called, and his hand was filled by a small dish filled with a clear gel. A paintbrush-like object was placed into his other hand, and he applied some of the gel to the brush head. The two secondary operators used special clamps to pull the broken flesh together, and then the leader applied the gel all along the crease. It instantaneously began to join the flesh back together with organic bonds, formed from the human's own skin cells. The bond became permanent within sixty seconds, and after the tear had been completely patched and the gel allowed to cure, the operators stood back. They removed the stands propping Jonas up, and laid him slowly on his back on the table. With their work there complete, they left to disinfect before going off to another patient. Viridan was the only person that remained at Jonas' side.

"You're going to be okay now, Jonas," He whispered into the boy's unconscious ear. To his dismay, Jonas did not stir. "You just rest. I'll be right here with you the whole time."

An hour later and Jonas still hadn't awoken. Viridan knew that the medics had pumped some very potent anesthetics into him, but he had hoped that it wouldn't have taken this long for him to wake up. Viridan licked the boy's face for the fifteenth time, and then began to lick across the rest of his body. As his snout past over his genitals, he had a sudden idea. Maybe if Jonas felt some pleasure, he would forget about the pain and would wake up. His snout dipped slowly down, encompassing his cock and balls, and began to suckle them both lightly. He wrapped his thick tongue around his rapidly stiffening shaft and began to stroke it, while moving his lower lip to caress his testicles. Just then, he heard footsteps behind him, and he tore his mouth away from the member beneath him and whipped around angrily towards the intruder. It was a guard, and he seemed to be startled by Viridan's sudden display of anger.

"You...uhh...You have a match now..." The guard stuttered.

"Fuck you," Viridan said forcefully. "I'm not leaving him for any of your torturous matches."

"Umm...uhh...alright, hold on," The guard stuttered, and turned his earpiece on. He began to speak quietly to the person on the other end, and then nodded, turning off his device. "Sorry to bother you."

The guard turned and left, leaving Viridan alone with Jonas once again. They boy's member was still hard, and he returned to carefully pleasuring it. He had never had the chance to taste a human's cock before, and he found it oddly pleasant. It was a little salty, but once the boy's lubricants began to flow, some sweetness overlapped it. He began to grow more rigorous with his pleasuring, and soon, the cock was pulsing rhythmically with the human's beating heart. He felt the cock flex beneath his tongue, and Jonas' orgasm burst into his mouth. The semen was creamy, with a hint of saltiness behind it. He loved it, and continued to suckle and caress in order to suck as much of it out as he could.

"Viridan? What are you doing?" A voice asked.

Viridan looked over, and saw that Jonas was sitting up, staring at Viridan's snout, which was still locked around his cock. Viridan hadn't swallowed any of the semen, a little bit began to dribble out of his lips. He tried to lick it back in, but only managed the allow more to spill out.

"Did you just suck me off?" Jonas asked.

Viridan nodded slowly. The dragon swallowed all of the semen in his mouth and then stepped over the table, lowering himself down slowly. When he felt Jonas' warm body pressed against his chest, he stopped, holding himself close to the boy.

"I was so worried. I stayed with you the whole time, making sure that you were going to be okay," He whispered. "I'm so glad you're okay."

Jonas had originally been pushing against Viridan in order to stop him from crushing him, but instead wrapped his arms around the dragon's neck and nuzzled his face in close to him. "Thank you, for not leaving my side," He replied. He felt Viridan's cock wedged up next to his legs, and gently pushed the dragon away. Viridan rose, his body hanging a foot above him. "Step forward until I tell you to stop."

Viridan didn't ask any questions, and did as he was directed. Jonas watched as the dragon's belly plates slid past him, until the dragon's cock hung less than an inch before his face. He reached up and pressed his hands into the scales around his cock, and Viridan stopped abruptly.

"What are you doing, Jonas?" He asked.

"I'm thanking you," Jonas replied simply, and then slid his hands around the base of the dragon's massive cock. He then reached up with his head, and the tapered tip of the penis slid across his tongue. He got as much of the cock into his mouth as he could, and then began to lick and suckle at it as he stroked in time with his hands.

"Jonas, please," Viridan said, and an involuntary growl of lust escaped his lips. "I don't want you to do anything you don't want to."

Jonas did not stop. He continued to lick away at the cock before him. Viridan began to sink lower against Jonas from his lust, and Jonas felt as his throat expanded around the cock as it slid further into him. This was how it should have felt earlier. Completely painless.

Viridan could no longer help himself. The pleasure he was receiving from Jonas caused him to lower himself down onto the boy, and soon he was slowly thrusting in and out as the boy licked him. He could feel Jonas' throat expanding to fit him, which meant that his rubberizer had been turned back on. Viridan was relieved, and increased his thrusting pace, knowing that he could do Jonas no harm.

Viridan was now plowing his cock down his throat at a rapid pace. Jonas had removed his hands from the dragon's cock in order to allow him freedom of movement, and he was only pleasuring him with him lips and tongue now. Every time Viridan sank into him, his face was pressed deep into his genital slit. The scent of his arousal and musk was amazing, and he wished that Viridan would stay lodged within him long enough so that he could fully enjoy it. But, unfortunately, he felt Viridan's cock begin to spasm, and he quickly reached out and stopped the dragon. He didn't want the dragon to orgasm in his throat. He wanted to taste every last drop.

Jonas reached out with his tongue, and merely had to run it lightly across the dragon's cock head in order to set him off. Semen sprayed into his mouth as a torrent, and Jonas had trouble containing all of it. Over the course of his career here, he had become no stranger to the taste of semen. But Viridan's was nothing like he had ever tasted. It was sweet, creamy, and rich. He couldn't get enough of it, and luckily for him, it was still gushing out of Viridan's penis without end. He swallowed again and again as more semen filled his mouth. He wanted it now, and that was why it was so good to him.

It was the single greatest orgasm Viridan had ever experienced. Even better than some of the ones he had with his wife. Endless waves of pure ecstasy wracked his body, and every last drop of his semen flew forth into his friend's mouth. But he realized that they were more than friends now. They had to be.

"You're...uhh...free to go..." A medic said uneasily from across the room, watching as Viridan pulled his cock from Jonas' mouth. It quickly retreated up into his genital slit, and he stepped away from Jonas. Jonas sat up and slowly lowered himself to the floor, careful in case he didn't have the strength to hold himself up. When he found that he, in fact, didn't, he slumped against Viridan's lowered neck for support. The medic simply shook his head and walked away.

"Okay, which way is the way back?" Jonas asked. Viridan didn't reply, but lowered his neck closer to the ground. Understanding his intention, Jonas clambered up on top of his neck, and allowed him to do the walking for him. This brought back memories of the beach that he and Viridan had flown over before they were taken. "I wish we could go flying again," Jonas sighed.

"Me too," Viridan replied softly. He was simply content with his partner, which was the word to describe their relationship now, being alright. He would've felt no greater joy on this world than to have gone flying with him after what had just transpired.

"Oh well, there isn't any time or space to do that in here," Jonas said. "And besides, you probably have a match to go to."

"I rescheduled," Viridan replied.

"You rescheduled?" Jonas asked. "How did you manage that?"

"I'm beginning to think that this little deal they have us on gives us some benefits," The dragon said, turning a corner into the familiar cell block that they lived in. "I think the producers are being lenient with our requests of them because we're providing them with 'rating material'."

"What? You mean that whole 'primetime drama' thing?" Jonas asked.

"Yeah," Viridan replied. "Though after today's earlier match, I feel like the 'ratings' won't be so high this week."

The guard on duty opened and closed their cage door for them, and as he turned to leave, Viridan rattled the cage door. The guard spun around and stared at him for a second.

"I want to speak to the producers," Viridan said simply. The guard had his familiar short conversation, and then passed his earpiece through the bars. Viridan took it and placed it in his own ear.

"What do you want?" The reptilian voice said through the device.

"Well, I can't imagine your ratings are doing well now, after what my brother did to Jonas a few hours ago," Viridan commented.

"I could care less about the human's physical condition, but that is true. Your brother stepped too far out of line, and he will be reprimanded for it. The audience doesn't like displays of brutality," The reptilian voice replied.

"Ironic," Viridan commented under his breath. "Anyway, I want to talk about Jonas' wins. I'm no expert on demographics here, but I think that the audience may appreciate so philanthropy for Jonas after what happened."

"Yeah, whatever, we'll keep the record clear of this loss," The voice said.

"Also, I'd like to donate some of my wins to him. To even us out on the scoreboard," Viridan added. "Take four off my record, and set us both to fourteen."

"And why would I take the time to do that?" The voice asked. "Do you have any idea how long it takes to enter data on this system outside its normal parameters?"

"Again, philanthropy," Viridan stated.

There was a pause on the other end. "Fine, it will be done," The voice replied bitterly. "Now, is that all of your 'demands' for this evening?"

"Yes, thank you," Viridan replied in a pleasant manner. "Good night to you."

He removed the device and handed it back to the guard, nodding his thanks as he did so. The guard walked away, shaking his head in disbelief.

"So, did he do it?" Jonas asked, now sitting in the back corner, resting.

"Yes, we are both at fourteen wins," Viridan said, lying down facing him and coiling close to him. "Now, the sound dampeners are on, so let's do something...fun."

Jonas chuckled, and he felt something stiff and wet rub up against his leg.

****

Zereck was chuckling maniacally in his own cell. He had been doing so since his last match had ended several hours ago, and he didn't intend to stop. He had loved that feeling so much. The surge of power he received as the human's pelvis had snapped from his might. The control he earned when his body hung limply from his spent cock. He couldn't remember feeling more alive at any single point in his life. He loved it, and he wanted it again. He shook the gates hard.

"Guard," He shouted. "I want to speak to the producers."

The guard began to speak into his headset, but instead of handing the device to him, the guard simply turned it off and took a step back.

"The producers say that they do not wish to speak with you any longer," He said. "They say that you're arena days are over, and that you will be released next month."

"Next month? Why not now?" Zereck demanded.

"All contestants are to be held until the end of the season, and any who received their thirty wins by that time will be released. You are being released without the need for your last win. The producers are banning you from the arena for your display of brutality today."

"What? No, I'm not finished yet," Zereck shouted in rage. "I still need to fight my brother."

"You are banned from the arena," The guard repeated sternly. "No negotiations, no exceptions."

Zereck roared, and his claws shot through the bars of the cell. They stopped just short of the guard's face, but he did not flinch. He stood silently, watching Zereck throw his tantrum, and then turned and left, leaving him alone once more. And he no longer felt like chuckling.

****

"I spy with my little eye..." Viridan began. "Something that is black."

"Everything is black," Jonas replied. "I can't see anything with you wrapped so tightly around me."

"Oh, sorry," Viridan said, and uncoiled himself to allow some light in.

"I thought when you said we were going to something fun, you meant that we were going to have sex again," Jonas said.

"Oh," Viridan replied. "That explains why you wrapped your hands around my cock."

"You were hard. I thought you wanted it!" Jonas exclaimed.

"That was purely coincidental," Viridan said, and then quickly twisted his head around. It was the guard.

"You have a match now, dragon," The guard said. "The human is better, so you can't postpone it anymore."

Viridan sighed. "Alright. Wish me luck, Jonas."

"Good luck," Jonas replied, and watched as the dragon stood and followed the guard out. Once the door was once again closed, and he was alone, he curled up in his corner and fell asleep.