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Beckett's bliss lasted for a few more moments, as he held his partner close, and slowly felt his shaft deflate and slid out of the lizard's ass, back into his own slit. It had been a long time since he had a good lay. He broke the embrace to look at the other's softening cock, remembering it was even longer since he had been with another male. Until now he believed those had been just some juvenile flings, something he'd grown out of.

Instead, he was admiring his current lover's form. His black scales, stained by white cum, were adorned by reddish stripes running on his sides and pointing, almost invitingly, towards his crotch.

He knew that pattern well. So similar to what he saw every time he looked at the mirror. The same colors. The same pattern.

It was then that a fundamental truth clicked in his mind: he had just fucked his own twin brother.

He jumped back like he had been shocked by one of the electric-powered machines he usually tinkered with. Regaining his bearings, he quickly looked at their surroundings. The library was just as empty as it had been when they started, and with the setting sun behind them, the window would be as good as a mirror for any curious eye that could have heard the commotion.

And what a commotion there had been! There were dictionaries and engineering books haphazardly strewn all over the floor, along with two sets of pants with large holes for a reptilian tail. He found his, easily telling them apart by the quality and toughness of the fabric, and hurriedly put them on.

“Don't worry, I locked the main door before. It's past closing time." Porter's exhausted and blissful voice reminded him, as the other Gila monster slowly sat on the wooden table. The lankier lizard gasped as he felt a growing soreness on his tailhole, but to him it was worth the experience.

“I should go, it's late." Beckett announced, his now monotone voice a sharp contrast to his playful and excited tone from just a few minutes ago. He rushed to put on his shirt and hadn't even finished buttoning it up by the time he reached the door and turned the keyes.

“B-But wait!" Porter, for his part, tried to call to him when he realized he was leaving, but barely had the time to get his pants on before realizing that his brother had already left. The librarian suddenly felt cold and exposed, trying to dress himself with his tattered shirt. “…goddamnit, Beckett."

Beckett wasn't even aware he was walking back home. His focus was inwards, trying to process what had just happened, what he had just done. What would people even say if they knew? “Oh God almighty…" he would mumble as he walked on.

What was Porter thinking? What was I thinking?

There is no way he won't use this against me.

But he'd be even worse.

Oh god I punched him.

He groped me… so… maybe he wanted it? Or was he just being his usual bastard self?

I had him. We were together again.

This is what I wanted, right? My brother back in my life. And to hear him apologize too.

Was it even sincere? Was he just saying what he knew I wanted to hear?

Jesus Christ, did I even want him like that?!

Maybe I should go back and talk with… “Oof!"

Who had placed a brick wall in there? No, he hadn't crashed into the side of a building. As he fell on his tail, he realized the building would've been preferable: the obstacle in his way was a large, furry, and muscular man; Sheriff William Adler.

The coyote shifted into a defensive position, but soon relaxed once he saw it was Beckett. He bent down, offering a hand to the lizard to help him stand up. Discrete, but the reptile noticed the canine's nose twitching. He was sniffing him, examining him.

Suddenly, he felt violently exposed.

“Are you all right, Mr. Moore?" The sheriff's gruff voice seemed to take a second to reach the gila's ears, even if he saw his muzzle move right on queue.

“Y-Yeah, sorry. I was distracted. My mind was elsewhere." Beckett tried to deflect as he accepted his hand to stand up, but his transparent attempt only made the sheriff grow more suspicious.

“Is there something I should be aware of, Mr. Moore?" William's hand didn't let go, instead he pressed harder. “You know you can report any crime or incident to me without judgment."

“I-I-I… well, you'll see…" He hadn't even had time to figure out what had happened, much less make up a believable lie! How could he be so stupid to rush out like that?

“I think I know what it is." Mr. Adler's mouth moved closer to Beckett's ear, his hand still firmly pulling his. “… it's about your boss, Mr. Henricks, is it?"

Oh. Of course, it was no secret the sheriff had been snooping around the mines, looking for any semblance to wrongdoing. Porter decided to gamble it for an out.

“Oh, you know. As much as I'd like, I don't think the sheriff office can really arrest a man for overworking his staff and having impossible expectations. I've been stressed over the new machines he's bought and wants them operative as soon as we unpack them, you see?"

William's eyes seemed to examine him, but finally he smirked, shaking his head.

“That man will get you all killed. Make sure those things are installed properly, and if he tries to rush you, send for me. I don't want his greed to kill another man in those hellish mines, you hear me?"

“Of course, Mr. Adler. I appreciate your concern." Thinking he was free, Beckett tugged his hand, trying to release it. Instead, he felt William's claws dig a bit into his scales.

“Oh, and something else. Look… we men have needs, but please, some people have very acute noses. For your own image, it would be best if you were to shower after some… activities." Beckett's eyes widened at it. He opened his mouth but was unable to find the words to explain himself. Instead, the sheriff continued. “It would be pretty humiliating to have to report you for public indecency, for everyone involved, don't you think?"

What did he mean by everyone? Did he know? No way, he only smelled of sex and… Gila monster, the sheriff nose was good, but good enough to tell between two twins? Would he even imagine what he had done with him? No way, if he really knew he'd be arresting his sorry ass right now.

He swallowed; his throat was so dry it almost hurt going on the way down. But finally, he nodded, finding his voice.

“Of course, sir. I was just headed home, I am so sorry for this slip. I promise it's not something I'd usually…"

He nearly fell back again when the coyote released his hand. But the sheriff's reflexes were fast enough for him to place a hand on his shoulder, the canine's scarred face switching to a reassuring smile.

“I figured so. Sometimes a man has needs. Go wash, and let's not talk of it anymore." He punctuated his words with a firm pat on his back.

“Thank you." Trying to contain his embarrassment, Becket patted down his pants, trying to remove the dust on them. “And have a nice day, Mr. Adler."

He thought he had heard the last of it, so he resumed walking, but had to stop again when he heard the coyote call for him one last time.

“By the way, another time, I'd like to ask you some questions about the mines, and some of the most recent accidents. Just to rule out any… possible patterns."

---

Stripping off his clothes, Beckett looked at himself in the bathroom mirror. His looks were quite different from his twin's.

But identical where it mattered.

Yes, the scale pattern and faces were mostly the same, but he had a firm, muscular body, built from years of hard labor, while his brother was thin and slender, most of his work involved intellectual pursuits.

One would think he'd be big and round after indulging himself in the luxurious life. Instead he looked lovely, moaning while you spread him with your cock.

Irritated with his darn thoughts, he checked the bath. Full enough, so he closed the tap and added the bucket of water he had boiled, to warm most of the tub. When he bent down he also noticed the dried off-white spots over his abs.

Cum stains.

His cum stains. You finished in his ass, but he painted you too with his spilled seed. What was that saying? “It is better for you to plant your seed in the belly of a whore than to cast it upon the ground"?

“I am not Onan… and his story was about not producing an heir to his brother. That's hardly my… our situation." He tried to tell himself, testing the waters with his hand. Hot, almost scalding hot. Just like he liked them. Slowly, he began summerging himself into the old tub, the water rising to almost spill by the time it reached his muzzle.

No, you're closer to Cain and Abel. The two prodigal sons, driven by jealousy and anger, to the point of one being the undoing of the other. Will you be the killer farmer or the victim shepherd?

“Neither. I just won't see him again, and that's that. This just shows how much of a mistake it was. Either he gets on my nerves, or drags me right into perdition, or both at the same time."

You say that, but you freely choose which hole to fuck. You had him under your thumb, and rather than walk away or to beat him bloody, you made sweet love to him.

“It was disgusting." He bumped the back of his head against the rim of the tub, as if he could punch those thoughts away. At least the warm water helped relax his body. He felt it soaking into his bones, bringing life into his cold-blooded veins. It felt especially good on his…

“Oh no." He looked down, finding his pinkish red, throbbing cock free from its slit and quite ready for some more fun.

Don't lie to yourself. You haven't cum this hard in ages. It felt GOOD to be with him.

Blushing, he was unable to stop his hand from diving down and grasping the eager appendage within his fist. Perhaps he just needed to empty that last nut. He was pent up, surely it was just that.

How can you feel pent up, when you've just left his tailhole flooded?

His repetitive pumping shook the water, spilling slightly on the tiled bathroom.

You want him here, don't you? Freak.You called him that, and yet you wish to hold him underwater, choking on your shaft.

If he closed his eyes, he could just picture some imaginary Gila woman. Nice curves, no breasts, unlike those mammals. Ever so eager, he'd lay over her and…

You'd sink into that warm hole of hers. But Porter offered you his. Bet ya it'd felt just as good.

His hand pumped harder. Nearly there. The imaginary woman moaned. He could see himself buried to the hilt in her.

Then he imagined his cock nestled snugly next to another male's hidden one, and as he came, he swore he could hear Porter moaning his name.

For a few instants, he stared at it, his cock throbbing, shooting fresh ropes of seed that clouded and diluted under the warm water. He had spilled again because of his darn twin.

Disgusting freaks. The both of you.

---

The mine's foreman had barely slept that night. He couldn't believe how exhausted he felt when the first rays of sunlight hit his eyes. Was it morning already? Had he really wasted all night? A long night of turning on the bed: if he tried just to sleep, lewd and needy fantasies would creep and awaken his lust once again. If he opted to deal with them, that voice would remind him how wrong he was for indulging in them. By morning he was again a messy, exhausted lizard.

He'd wash his scales again, unwilling to spend an entire day in the mines with the shameful marks of his sins over his body, and eat a quick breakfast before rushing to work. Perhaps that was for the best, having something else to focus his mind would keep him from falling deeper into the depravity his twin had awoken within him.

Idle hands were the devil's plaything, afterall. But still, when he reached for his hat as he left the home, he realized it wasn't on its usual hanger. Of course: he had given it to Porter the night before.

“Goddammit".

He needed to find a fix for it. An outlet. He knew he wasn't alone on this, there were other men who enjoyed these sorts of… urges. Except they would find partners less reprehensible than… him. Lovely how he'd place a whore above his brother in standing. He decided it would be for the best just to talk with the men. It couldn't be that hard.

“Hello fellow miners." he spoke sarcastically into the air, as he reached for the door to the outside. “To whom do you go to when you feel the urge to fuck another man's ass?"

Sure, it'd go swimmingly.

It was only slightly late by the time he got to the mine's entrance, unlike the workers who would complain too hard. Snapping his fingers on the air he got their attention, deciding to skip pleasantries and get right to it:

“Dimitri, grab your usual team and head for the east shaft on level two, we need to keep pushing the main gallery. Report any vein and we'll plan teams tomorrow to extract them. Ben, the boss wants to give the old shaft on level 1 another go, check the less-exhausted rooms, see if any of the small veins can lead to something worth investing in. Yao, you keep hitting the west shaft on two, same as Dimitri."

Little by little the groups of men left to pick up their tools and head for the work that needed to be done. They were good workers, they really were. But Beckett knew the mine owners wanted miracles. They expected gold to fall from every wall, and for people to work like unstoppable machines. Or at least to exploit them like beasts of burden.

And talking of animal needs, time to ask some uncomfortable questions.

The tiger was a good option. He hadn't been subtle about his closeness to the other huaxian worker who got hurt a while back. Perhaps…

“Mr Feng?" The lizard called to him, as the tiger headed to the second level. “There is something I would need to ask of you."

Yao's paws stopped on their tracks, and the feline answered with a voice that just hardly hid how little he wanted to have this or any conversation with the reptile.

“We have not even gotten to the shaft yet, sir."

“No, it's not work-related, you're doing fine." Seriously, why did they treat him like some kind of ogre? He was just the foreman, the problems they might have with their pays and shit should go to the big bosses at the office, not to him. “You see, it's a bit of an awkward question."

There was a twitch on Yao's eyes. His patience was short today. Or perhaps he was fighting the urge to roll his eyes.

“I have an understanding that, when a man has certain urges…"

That made him raise an eyebrow, even if his face was just as flat as before.

“Urges that are far from the natural ones…"

The other eyebrow joined its mirror twin, together they managed to convey quite an incredulous look.

“I've been told some men reach for some non-standard methods to deal with those urges…"

A hand. Not one offered in friendship, but one raised, demanding him to halt.

“Sir. I really would prefer not to deal with the sort of trouble it might bring upon us all if I were to tell anyone that you assumed a huaxian man necessarily knows how to acquire opium. So, how about we pretend this conversation never happened?"

There was a lot Beckett would pretend never happened…

Maybe someone who had a more cordial relationship with him. Ben was always available for anything he'd ask him to, with any luck…? No time to dilly-dally about it. He'd just ask him, right away.

"Keyes." He signaled the retriever as he reached his area. “I need some info about... fraternization."

The dog quickly turned, pick in hand and a smirk on his muzzle. "Is this about busting those dirty pinko unionists?! I'm all in!"

Beckett could feel his tail twist. That look in his eye was like a predator. Or something worse, Ben looked like he was eager for some trouble to brew, like he was just waiting for an excuse to…

He decided he'd rather not know. He turned, deciding he'd try his luck elsewhere.

“Just forget I asked."

Dimitri's team might be more welcoming. They were the ones who would usually train newcomers, so asking them for friendly advice might be easier. He found the rabbit and the wolverine working on setting up some dynamite to push on digging.

"Uh, say, Frackson, if I had... concerns, about... masculine affections... you wouldn't happen to know...?"

"You mean cocksuckin?" Paul asked, absolutely unashamed by the insinuation.

The rabbit didn't even bother to turn around to look, just aiming one of his large ears towards them. "Dimitri might know best how to help ya."

"Oh yeah, that's who I'd ask!" Punctuated the large wolverine, patting him on the back so hard Beckett feared he might bruise him.

Dimitri was a large man, easily the largest in the mines. Beckett had to look up to face him, but so did nearly anyone else there. The black ruthenian bear was as imposing as welcoming, at least to those he'd consider his friends.

Meaning Beckett suspected he'd have to work hard to earn his trust, specially on a delicate topic such as this.

“You see, Frack- er - Paul and Felipe recommended that I ask you about a somewhat delicate topic. There is something I have been growing interested in trying out but I'm not quite sure…"

“You want to have sex with men?" The lizard froze, astonished it could be this easy. “Don't look at me like that, It ain't so strange. A man of your age, still single, asking questions on the mines where so many single men have to… fix their own problems. Plus if Paul pointed you to me, it almost certainly was this."

“So, if I were to…"

“If you're looking for a quick and hard rut, Felipe is your guy. The things they say about rabbits are quite true. If trying weird stuff that not even the strongest vodka can make you forget, then join Paul."

No, he had quite a few regrets lined up to drown in a bottle already. And something quick was just what got him in this mess.

“And, what about…?"

“Me?" The black bear chuckled, amused. “Usually the men like to cuddle with me and bounce on me slowly. Most end the night hugging me to sleep while they call me daddy."

“Oh, that sounds…" Lovely? Perhaps, but his family issues were complicated enough as they were. “What if I was looking for something -ahem- with fewer strings attached? Someone discrete? There are some things I believe I need to figure out myself."

He'd expect the bear to laugh at him, or to doubt how a grown man could not know what he wanted. Instead, he surprised him with his understanding. Dimitri just nodded and offered a knowing smile.

“I think Nik knows a guy just right for that."

Nikolai Krol was another giant of a man. Not as tall as the bear, but just as wide and strong as him. A hard worker, and someone who was known for being dependable and for caring for his peers.

“Mister King? I mean, Kroll?" He flagged him, signaling the large badger to follow him

“Sir?" Nik's voice felt uncertain to his ears. He didn't blame the badger, it was never good news to be called by the boss, even if Beckett wanted to think of himself as another of the workers.

“Don't worry, it's all fine." Unlike with yourself, aren't you, brother-fucker? “I just, eh… needed to ask for your advice."

The large badger shifted a bit on his paws, unable to hide his nervousness. Talking to the boss was never easy when one was part of the unionists. But he had trained for such situations. Well practiced answers, half truths to shift any accusation off his back, stubborn lines he'd stick to… he was ready for it. Nik breathed in deeply and tried to present calm, firm, and polite.

“You see, I… mh. How to put it… as far as I understand you are part of a small number of workers who… you know…"

Nik's large fists closed, mentally preparing himself to be fired for being part of the union. It was something he had planned for ever since joining the union, in case things went south. Sam said he could get him some work at the public-facing front of the Hip. It was even more poorly paid than the mines, but he wouldn't starve…

“... prefer the company of…" The lizard lowered his voice as much as he could, even if the noises of the other workers would drown his words anyway. “... men."

That was not what Nik expected to hear. He blinked, confused at first, but that quickly moved to panic. Were they shifting the witch hunt from Unionists to homosexuals? That might very well be an unmitigated disaster, God knows how the townsfolk would treat them if they were outed. They could be charged with somody!

“Men, sir?" He quickly scrambled for an answer, an excuse. “Some of the guys like having poker nights, but simply for fun, no gambling involved…"

It didn't help that Beckett seemed to be losing his patience. He had been stumbling on his words, but now the lizard had crossed his arms, and his eyes narrowed to stare into Nik's.

“On their beds, Nikolai." Beckett's kinder voice had fallen back to his typical no-nonsense manager tone, and was talking faster, like he was in a rush to finish this conversation. “To have sex with other men."

Poor Nik had to take a step back, stumbling and barely catching himself by pressing his back on the rock wall. His horror was quickly shifting to panic.

“S-Sir I don't…" Again he scrambled for an answer. Beckett's icy glare stayed on Nik, studying his antics. The foreman couldn't quite understand why the miner was making it so much harder than it needed to be, not like it had been easy for him to- oh. Of course. That was his mistake.

The gila monster raised his black and red arms, sinking down to try to seem a bit less intimidating. “Nik, no need for sirs or anything. Please calm down. I… em. I am not looking to cause any trouble with you or the other miners. Just… listen." He rubbed the back of his head. Goddammit, had he had to say it? He swallowed, trying to bring his mouth to produce those words.

“Nikolai, I've… recently had sex with another man."

He'd said it, hadn't he? He had expected to feel relief, instead, the overbearing feeling of dread only grew tenfold. He felt as if every eye in those mines were trained onto his person, every ear listening to his sinful confession. He was being just paranoid, Nik was a good man, he wouldn't use something like this against him.

Not like you admitted to him you've fucked your own brother. Even when coming clean you're a coward who only tries half-measures.

At least someone there was relieved to hear it. Nik's fear gave way to curiosity and amazement. His breathing had gone back to normal, thankfully, and didn't seem to be so scared of him anymore. Instead he looked almost curious.

Just wait until he asks to meet your boyfriend, I'm sure you'll learn how this badger reacts to complete disgust.

Beckett's tail whipped as he tried to focus his thoughts away from those ideas. No more, that wasn't productive. Better just focus on what's ahead. So far the miner hadn't uttered a word.

“I hope I haven't gotten the wrong impression about you and…"

Finally that pulled him from his stupor. Nik shook his head, a kind smile slowly growing under his mustache.

“No, I too… enjoy their company. You are among friends in that." His smile widened as he gave out a hearty laugh. “I was just shocked, I never thought you'd…"

“Believe me, neither did I. But it seems I have a lot to figure out now. That's why I needed to talk with someone who's… you know, gotten through…" Pounding another dude's ass? For a moment he imagined Nik in that position, the enormous man bent over Porter's thin body. His tail pulled in to protect his ass at the idea. He didn't really want to know what sort of tool he was carrying. Or did he? In his head another idea flashed: him, on top of the badger, right on these mines as he ravaged the larger man.

Ok, he was figuring something out already: he seemed to prefer being the dominant one. That was… good? At least it felt more manly to him.

Meaning Porter is just a sissy librarian who likes to get it under his tail?

He still needed to settle on how he felt about that.

“Mhm. I mean, I can give you some advice. I'm assuming you and…"

“Don't." He quickly cut him off. “I'd rather not discuss who he is."

“Oh no, no." Nik shook his head. “Privacy is key for… folks like us. I just mean, you and him might want to try more things and need some pointers?"

“Eh, not exactly. I mean I'm not even sure meeting again is on the table for us." Why did he sound so bummed up about that? He was the one who wanted to cut all ties with Porter after all. He was the one who left in a hurry after they had sex. “I mean I need to figure out things about myself. If that means that I…"

“I get it. Em. Well, ask away?" Giving his manager love advice, Nik certainly didn't expect to be in this situation. And on the topic of work relationships: “Oh, eh, should we clock out for this or…?"

True, they were technically wasting company time. Beckett chuckled, and shook his head.

“Nah don't bother. How would you write it down? 'personal time to discuss queer perversions'?"

“I'd rather call it 'men's love'." Nik seemed so sure about himself, Beckett couldn't help but feel a bit jealous of the large man's confidence.

“So, I… I'm not sure if what happened was because I like men, or because I like HIM in particular. Does that make sense?"

“Of course." Nik nodded in agreement. “I tend to enjoy being around men a lot, and the times I have been in love have been with them. But the… 'going to bed' part, has only happened with men I truly love. It is rare, and that makes it something to cherish." He smirked then. “We're miners, we know about rare things people cherish a lot. And for us to find love, is rarer than for a pike to strike gold."

“I didn't know you had time to write poetry at work, maybe you should get some extra shifts." Beckett crossed his arms, even if he imitated Nik's playful tone. “It makes sense, I suppose. I guess I do love him. Even if he gets on my nerves and I would want to strangle him half of the time."

“That does sound like love to me. I have wanted to grab some of my men, perch them over my shoulder like a sack of potatoes and carry them to a better life myself."

Oh, some lucky men they'd be. Beckett wondered how it'd work between him and Porter. They could excuse sharing a home as two bachelor brothers who just want to save on expenses. Not paying rent would certainly be a benefit. Waking up next to Porter in the morning, sleeping with him between his arms.

Sure, you'd go from calling him a murderer to making him your man-wife. A plan without flaws.

“It does sound tempting." Beckett made an effort to ignore that voice and focus on Nik instead. “Maybe even spank him on the way home for good measure. But, there is something I have not yet figured out: do I just like him, or I've simply realized I like men?"

“Does it really matter? If you like him…"

Did it? Nik seemed to be inviting him to take the plunge with Porter.

“Were it so easy. But I'm not sure he's… a good choice. There are some extra complications beyond the fact that we're both male. I just want to make sure that, if I were to break up with him and try my luck elsewhere, whether I should look for a man or a woman."

Nik scratched the back of his head, considering Beckett's plan.

“Seems rather cold to strategize your love."

“What can I say? I'm a cold-blooded, venom-spitting gila monster." Oh, so good to get a chance to use that line. He needed to do it more often. “Look, I like him. But, I don't want to get my hopes up. I'd rather know what really works for me. To be sure if I've discovered I love a man's ass or… that man."

“All right, that's fair. So, how do you plan on…?

“Yeah, that's where I was going. I guessed if I found another man willing to… ahem, go to bed with me, maybe I'd be able to see if I like him too, or it's something that only happened with my… other friend."

“Mhm. Makes sense."

“So…"

“You need someone to… have sex with, and see if it's a guy thing, or a friend thing."

“Correct. Meaning…"

“You need a sex partner."

“Which leads me to…"

Honestly, it was like pulling teeth. One wasn't getting it, the other had problems bringing himself to say it. Beckett sighed. This was ridiculous. He was a grown-ass man acting like a shy teenager about to get his first kiss. Better just rip the bandaid.

“So, that's why I'm asking you for help, Nikolai."

There. Was it so hard? He examined the larger man's reaction, at first he seemed to think about it, and then… was that a blush?

“Oh! Eh, I mean, wow. It's flattering, but I don't quite think we're at that level yet. I-I'm kind of seeing someone and I prefer to move slowly and…" Nik cut himself when he realized Beckett was rubbing his temples, clearly getting stressed from it all. “... you didn't mean…?"

“I guess I COULD, you're a good-looking man yourself, but Dimitri told me you know a guy, someone who's sort of an expert in this. I assume…"

“Oh. Oooooh. Yeah you… could just ask for that. Sam, at the Hip. Just say you want to rent 'the smoke room' and they'll set you up with him."

Beckett blinked, almost impressed. It couldn't be that simple, could it? Just go there, hire an expert and have gay sex to his heart's content. As much as his wallet could afford it. There was even a password and all. It felt like discovering an entire new world, a secret society of homosexual men with their own intricate traditions and territories.

“That's… very helpful. I guess I'll… ahem. I'll visit them and… you know. Eh… do that. The sex. Have sex."

“Yep! And let me know how it goes!" Nik gave him two thumbs up, only to quickly hide them and blush even harder. “O-Or not! That's up to you…"

It wouldn't be until an hour or so later, waist-deep into the guts of a jammed machine, that Beckett realized he had decided on hiring a prostitute.

---

Samuel wasn't at all what he was expecting. He could barely recall him from his short time working on the mines, just a random face among others, his white fur a curiosity, but nothing to write home past that.

When the rabbit bartender had heard Nik's “password", he signaled the club's apparent handyman, who had been unloading some glass bottles behind the bar. He was tall and good-looking, yes, but acted like this was just another job for him. At least until they left the prying eyes of other patrons.

He noticed his body further. A swagger on his walk, a confidence in his moves born from practice and the assurance of his talents. Like an old miner who could split a rock with just one hit of his pike, the cat took his hand with a delicate but firm touch. There was a promise there: those hands were strong enough to do to him whatever he wanted, and careful enough to do it right, without pain or discomfort.

“First time here?" He wondered, his southern accent seemingly teasing him rather than curious. It was a job for him, but at least a first timer was a curiosity, rather than the mundane of the job. That was Beckett's impression. “You've paid for a full night, I imagine you've got a lot you want… done."

Yes, he had. In all honesty he didn't know how much it would cost him; in the end it had been more than he expected, but not as much as he could afford. As long as it didn't become a habit, he could splurge.

“I… hope it will take me quite a while. There is much I need to…" Words failed him as the cat led him to a room and locked the door behind him. There they were, alone, him and the man he wanted to fuck. It shouldn't be so hard, he was paying him for it!

Sam's hands reached for his shirt, carefully unbuttoning it, allowing his soft fur to brush on his chest scales. That got a shiver out of him.

“Ever been with a lizard?" Beckett wondered. Did Sam know how good it felt on his scales?

“A handful of times." He was slowly kneeling as his hands got lower and lower. His belt was next, removing it with more expertise than a tailor. “Is it your first time?"

“With a puma?"

“A man." He chuckled at the obvious question, all the while pulling down his pants along with his underwear. Beckett's tail rushed to hide his privates, but Sam had already seen it all. Or rather, hadn't, it was still hidden inside his slit. “Don't worry. Nothing I haven't seen before."

“O-Of course." The lizard swallowed hard and forced his tail to relax, baring himself to the cat. “I've been with another male lizard… once."

“Ah, I see." Sam stood, his passive eyes studying his client all over. Suddenly he pounced, pushing him on the bed. With his pants around his ankles, Beckett was unable to keep his balance, his back hitting the surprisingly comfortable bed as he was pinned under the other man's considerable weight. “You tasted the forbidden fruit, and now you're back for more."

Beckett nodded, he couldn't argue with that. He closed his eyes, allowing the cat to rub all over himself, that soft, silky fur of his arms caressing every small nook and croon between his scales. His hands reached for the cat's own shirt, clumsily undoing a few buttons to gain access to his chest. It was perfect. Smooth lovely fur covering a strong, manly shape.

“So, what did you have in mind?" He could even sense a soft purring coming from his throat.

“Mh… sex?" What else? One doesn't usually hire a whore to be his bodyguard, or as his date for a luxurious party with rich businessmen, no?

Samuel chuckled again, while he let his suspenders fall to the sides. Oh, to be as carefree as that darn cat.

“You got the slightest idea how little that narrows it down?" His chest was now fully exposed, giving Beckett a few ideas on how they could proceed. He wasn't a breasts man. They were not something that would usually appeal to a reptile anyway, unless it was one who was into mammals. Now, these pectorals… they looked extremely appealing. Something delicious to suckle while he…

He cleared his throat, trying to focus on the task at hand. He was the client there, it was supposed to be for HIS pleasure, wasn't it?

In his mind's eye, he recalled Porter, sprawled over the table, moaning as he had his way with his tailhole. It certainly seemed like he was in bliss as well, despite receiving for Beckett. Yes. He knew what he wanted.

“I've come prepared." He assured the cat, gently pushing him off so he could sit on the bed.

“That's good." The puma nuzzled Becket's side, making him shiver. “You smell clean."

“Yeah." Nodded the gila monster. “I made sure to empty my venom sacks in advance and then washed myself thoroughly."

“Oh. That's… good. I guess." Not the type of cleaning that Sam expected, but then again venom wasn't an usual danger in his line of job. He quickly regained his composure, placing a hand on Beckett's lap to push himself up and look him in the eyes, close. Very close. “So, you want to kiss?"

Beckett could feel his breath on his lips. He just needed to push forward a bit and they'd meet. Like he had kissed Porter. His twin.

“I want to…" He swallowed again. “I want to use your mouth."

“Oh." Sam really didn't seem surprised. “Good, many men enjoy it."

The puma stood up and placed himself in front of the gila. His soft hands rested on his scaled shoulders, and then slowly traveled downwards as he kneeled in front of his client. Beckett shuddered, pushing forward to meet that lovely fur on his scales, and then had to bite his lip to contain a moan when the cat reached his tights.

Sam proved his strength when he pulled them apart, exposing the lizard's slit with a show of masculine strength that stole a gasp from his client. The small opening between his legs looked puffed, a sliver of pink showing between the dark scales. He flashed a look to Beckett, and then just stuffed his face in there.

“Aah!" The gila's hands held tightly on the bedsheets, his tail coiling and twisting nervously as the hungry puma lapped at this crotch. His slightly coarse tongue invaded his slit, easily finding his shaft and encouraging it to grow and emerge. His breathing was quickly turning fast and erratic, shudders running down his spine while the foreign sensations between his legs forced him to expose himself, fully aroused.

Right there, his reddish shaft, pressed against his manwhore's cheek. The cat didn't bother asking, he simply took hold of it by the base and opened his muzzle, wide enough to caress the shaft with both his lips while he lowered himself into it. It was warm. Warmer than Beckett's own cold-blooded hands could ever be. Warmer still than Porter's ass had felt.

“Mgh!" He threw his head back, fighting the urge to close his legs and trap that whore in there, to grab his head and fuck it down his throat. Instead he stared at the roof. Old wallpaper, a simple lamp, some darker stains from tobacco smoke. Nothing to catch his attention like the puma's mouth could.

The pressure eased and he felt a breath caress his very sensitive flesh. Sam had spit it out, just for a moment.

“No need to keep your voice down. The walls are thick." He invited him, right before going down again. He was good with it. Never hesitated, never complained. Even if his shape widened near the base, he could easily open his jaw wide and raise his tongue to focus on the narrower tip.

Beckett made good use of his invitation. His soft gasps quickly turned into hisses of pleasure, grunts of excitement, and outright moans of bliss. There was plenty he could have said, but for some reason words failed him. Perhaps he didn't know what was adequate for such a moment.

Ironic, actually. He trusted him to place his cock between those sharp puma fangs, but they were too much strangers to simply tell him his mouth was wonderful. Sam knew, anyway. In the way his shaft throbbed, how his hips would spasm every so often, trying to push deeper still, how his pelvic muscles would tense and bulge under the skin. And specially on the watery, somewhat spicy taste of his precum coating his throat.

“F-Fuck… shit, fuck!" The cougar seemed to smirk with satisfaction at hearing his victim utter those words. It hadn't been so long, and he was getting him close already? This might end up being some easy money. “Wait!" Or, perhaps not so much.

Resignated, he pulled away and looked up, greeted by the sight of a panting lizard, his muscular torso inflating with every breath he took while his excited shaft throbbed angrily, leaking clear precum over his scalled thighs. No one could deny he had a touch with men, just with his mouth he had reduced him to this. But there was no time for self congratulation. He had a job to do.

“All good?"

For a few more seconds Beckett could do nothing but nod, still catching his breath and clenching his muscles in a desperate bid to hold back his impending orgasm. Bit by bit he regained his composure, even if his heart still pounded on his chest like a racing stallion.

“I want to have you." He breathed.

“I'm yours for the night. You paid." How Samuel could be so nonchalant about selling his own body was a mystery to Beckett. Then again, he sold himself to Mr Henricks, and in all fairness, he suspected Samuel made a better buck by the hour.

Frustrated, he grabbed Sam's shoulders. Was he frustrated with the prostitute, with the entire situation, or with his own ineptitude? Didn't really matter in the end, he just pushed Sam on the bed and laid on top of him, his hands still tightly holding his sides.

“I want to have you." He repeated, thrusting with his hips to drive his point home. Samuel didn't even seem alarmed or surprised at it. With a practiced calm he reached for his bedside table and fetched a small bottle filled with some clean-smelling liquid.

“Shall I prepare myself, or do you want to do the honors?" He invited him, offering the bottle to his client. Vaseline, that was… handy. Better than sticking his tongue up his own asshole brother's asshole. Why did he think that was a good idea?

Well. Porter enjoyed it. But he didn't know what other dicks had been up Sam's ass. Nor Porter's, but he imagined there would have been considerably less dicks up that one. He hoped, at least.

Still, using his hands on Samuel had its advantages. The cat laid back on the bed, holding his legs up with his hands. That gave Beckett a very full view of the hole he planned on using, and then some more. He dipped his fingers in the wet cream and then placed his scaled hand on the fuzzy ass, feeling those muscular mounds between his fingers and quickly finding the inviting hole right under his fingertip.

Meanwhile his free hand found something else to play with. Sam's cock was there, a quite intimidating shaft all things considered, but that wasn't what caught his attention. His fingers traced the way from his cocktip down to the base, finding that fuzzy sack with two large marbles tucked inside.

“Huh… does it hurt?" He wondered, very softly pressing on the sack, feeling how the balls would move to the sides under his touch. Sam shook his head.

“No, it's alright. As long as you don't crush them or tug too hard. I take you've never touched a pair?" Samuel seemed pretty calm for a guy with two lubed fingers up his ass. But even he gasped when the lizard pulled them apart to test how much he would stretch. Oh yes, he'd do.

“No, I have never. My, eh, previous lay was a lizard as I said. And before that… closest I got was some kissing, maybe jerking off while whispering little secrets to each other. That was a long time ago, I thought I was over those…"

Sam's smile was reassuring to him. The cat let go of one of his legs, showing an impressive flexibility by keeping it raised while he patted Beckett's hand. It'd be a tender moment of understanding between the two queer men, if that hand wasn't busy manhandling his balls.

“I think no one ever gets over that. They just hide it. No need to hide here."

That was right. He had paid for the night, and he very well planned on using it. He closed his fingers around the fuzzy sack, getting a deep groan from Sam.

“You're right. And yes, these seem pretty fun to play with. Even if it's a bit scary to have something so sensitive hanging out." he emphasized his point with a tentative squeeze. Sam responded with little more than a slight gasp.

“Your slit seems handy too. I bet some of my clients would like me to have one." The cat smirked. Beckett narrowed his eyes ever so slightly, and brought his hand lower, reaching for the fingers inside of him and pushing them a bit deeper. Sam groaned, “There. Press there. That's my - AH!"

He didn't need to be told twice. Yes, he could see there was something there that made bottoming a pleasurable experience. The whore's cock had throbbed and gotten hard as steel under his touch, and his ass had clenched tightly around his fingers, making sure he wouldn't let go.

“I see you take satisfaction in your work." The gila monster shook his head as he chuckled. Against what seemed to be Sam's wishes, he slowly pulled his hand away and grabbed his own cock. His tail raised a couple feet in surprise when he realized how hard he was. He wanted it. He wanted to fuck that man, badly!

“I'm gonna…" He warned him, getting closer until his shaft rested over the cat's balls. Oh, they did feel nice there too. Taking a bit more of that vaseline, he made sure his own cock was nice and slippery. Shit, that felt nice, a much smoother stroke than his own spit. He might as well start using it for his alone time.

But he wasn't alone right now. Satisfied with his handiwork, he lowered himself a bit, rubbing the cock across Sam's taint, making him feel the grit against his ass, getting thinner until it reached his tapered tip. He aimed for the ass, prodding at it. It slipped a bit over it the first couple of tries, but then it caught, his shape helping ease himself into the mountain lion.

He couldn't contain his moan, nor did he care anymore. He might as well test Sam's claim about the wall's thickness and let his pleasure be known to all. He adjusted his step, pushing hard. Sam grunted in slight discomfort, sharp nails digging slightly on his old bedsheets while the man on top of him rushed onwards, his flesh forced to expand to take him all.

It took surprisingly little time for him to get there. It felt like falling forward and being caught right before hitting the abyss. Except he was being held by a puma's plump bottom, his spread asshole kissing his own open slit, their bodies connected by the lizard's shaft.

He rested over him, amazed once again at the internal warmth of a mammal. He took his legs and guided them around his waist. The puma's paws rested snugly over his thick tail. Just like…

You're trying to replicate that moment? Hiring this man to play the role of your own brother for your disgusting fantasies. Pathetic. And wasteful. If you're going to sin, you can just go to Porter and do it for free.

“Shut up." Spitted Beckett, gritting his teeth and pulling hard on Sam's legs.

“I didn't say anything." The cat protested. Beckett blinked a couple of times, slowly coming back to reality. He needed to deal with this, he needed to stop listening to that intrusive voice and get his mind right.

And for that he needed to fuck the albino puma.

“You're ok. You're better than ok. You're stunning." The lizard panted, his eyes wandering all over the other man's body. He couldn't deny himself, he enjoyed the sight of men. He knew he was making his life very difficult by following this path, but it was an undeniable truth.

He shuddered when a soft furred hand caressed his cheek, but didn't reject it. All the contrary: he pressed his face tighter. He could get used to something like this. A lover, another man like him. Someone who he could trust and confide with. Someone who understood his hardships. A strong pair of arms to fall asleep surrounded by, and to rely upon when he needed an equal.

“Thanks, handsome. You said you had emptied your venom sacs, no?" Wondered Sam as he approached their faces. Their lips touched, and then parted, and their tongues wrestled for a few instants. Beckett blushed when he accounted for what he had done with Sam so far, and realized this was the first time they kissed. Even if he was paying a pretty penny for this night, it somehow felt disrespectful to the cat.

But Sam didn't mind. Their lips parted after a good while and still way too soon, the cat licking the gila's neck playfully as he waited.

“You can go ahead. I'm more than ready." He invited him, flexing his anal muscles. Homehow Beckett had forgotten he had buried his shaft deep into his ass. Right, time to put it to good use. He pulled back, tail lashing angrily as he felt his cock abandon that wonderfully warm space for the colder air of the room. It throbbed as the moist flesh caressed it on the way out. And then, right as he went past the middle point, he tensed his entire body and slammed forward.

Beckett moaned loudly, while Samuel threw his head back on the pillows and hissed in bliss. The lizard felt some pride when he noticed his lover had throbbed a bit, some of his wet pre sticking to his scales.

Just like Porter's had.

“You know what? I think I actually like that." He smirked. Fuck that voice in his head. Sam was a good lay. Just like Porter had been one. He pulled back, further this time, and then slammed back in with just as much passion. Sam hadn't even finished his moan that he repeated it, feeling some more satisfaction on top of the sexual one as he realized he had managed to leave the whore breathless.

It was just like the previous time with Porter. He'd find a rhythm, a constant pounding, deep and powerful. Focused. Sam needed a slightly different angle than Porter needed, but once he found the right place he'd strike it, time and time again. It was almost easy, and the reward was immediate. Sam would tense, his insides tighten to grip his closer, milking him for more.

Another trust, another grunt. The puma hugged him tightly, his nails almost testing the hardness of the scales on his back. His fur so soft he slid a bit each time he thrusted into him, his warmth tickling and teasing his skin.

He felt a pressure growing on his crotch. A familiar tingling. How long had he been breeding that cat? Barely a few minutes, couldn't be more. He tried to stop himself, slow down. Then he noticed Sam's breath, his pinkish nose breathing hot air into his neck.

He recalled Porter's voice the day before. “Come on. Fill me brother." He gasped. And released. With a hiss the lizard held the cat close as he tensed one last time, pushing hard, deep into him as his cock throbbed, cum gushing from his deps right into the other male's. Gunt, cum. Huff, cum. Gasp, cum. By the fourth throb he was trembling, partly from exhaustion, partly from shame.

Samuel was somewhat used to it, Beckett wasn't the first man he got too excited, nor it would be the last. He caressed his back, trying to reassure the gila monster as he pushed him to rest on his side. His cock slipped out of his abused ass, followed by a trickle of seed falling on his thighs. That was fine, he'd wash his fur later.

“Shit." Groaned his client, taking one of the pillows to hide his face with. “Fucking shit. I swear I don't usually-"

“Hey, that's fine." Sam halted that insecure thought, with just some amusement in his voice. “You hired me for this, that was the idea."

Yes, yes it was. In fact he kind of got what he came for: he was sure he liked men. And, he suspected he still liked Porter. Had he gotten what he wanted? Maybe, but not really. Thinking of women… he got nothing. He had never felt in much of a rush to find a mate, but now he was sure of it: He wanted a man. His head rushed through the different ones he knew liked men. Some of his miners, maybe he could ask one of them out. Dimitri, Felipe, Nik… Porter.

Definitely he had just dug himself deeper.

“Feels like a waste. I paid for the whole night."

“I'm not going to kick you out. Do you think you've got another in you? I haven't shot yet." Beckett looked down, and was greeted by the angry throbbing erection of the puma. Wonderful, he hadn't even managed to get him off.

“I think I need a breather before going another time." He confessed, seeing his own timidly retracting into his slit. It completed his emasculation. From a two-pump chump into a dickless disaster.

“Do you like bottoming? I don't know if you came prepared, but some of my clients like it."

“I…" He hadn't even considered the idea. Him? Under another man? His first instinct was to push him off just for suggesting it. Just like he had rejected Porter. No, he wasn't willing to make the same mistakes. Porter had done it, no? It couldn't be too hard. Maybe he'd find it worth the hassle.

“Sure, I told you I had cleaned my venom sacs."

Sam's red eyes narrowed. His next words were spoken slowly, like he had to teach a child.

“You really have no idea, do you?"

Turns out it was a different type of cleaning. Samuel had been kind enough to explain and help him through the process, but he had never felt so dirty even if he had technically cleaned himself.

“That's fine, you'll get used to it if… turns out you like taking it. It's worth it, nothing breaks the fun like a dick full of…"

His had been clean when he fucked Porter, had it? Did it mean his brother had prepared himself? But he couldn't had known he'd meet him, much less that they'd fuck. Was Porter seeing someone?

Why did that make him feel jealous?

Fuck it all. If Porter could sleep around, so could he.

Beckett felt a rush of cocksure lust surge through his veins, making his heart pump and a shiver rise through his body. Any other day, and he would've turned down Sam in a heartbeat. But this was something new. He wanted to feel what Porter felt, and match him at his own game. He wanted this.

He walked past Sam and sat on the bed, signaling him to join. He was ready.

“All right tiger. Use me."

“I'm a puma."

“You know what I mean. Come on, what do I do?"

“You're the boss." Sam shrugged nonchalantly. “It's your call."

No, he had made enough bad decisions for a day. Sam was the expert on fucking men, he wanted to leave it to him.

“Sam, if I'm the one paying… I'll pay you to do it the best you can. Fuck me. Use me. Breed me. I want you to get in here and not stop until you've made a mess under my tail. Is that understood?"

Beckett felt his voice shake as his heart hammered with his words, but he wasn't going to stop now. The more he let himself into this brave new state of mind, the more he felt the desire to be held down. To be told what to do for once, instead of telling others what to do.

Again those red eyes studied him all over. During a fleeting moment, Beckett wondered if he had made a mistake. Had he offended his prostitute? Then he saw the puma's face turn into a predatory grin and realized what his real mistake had been: he had let the beast loose.

Sam pounced on him, his surprising weight forcing the lizard to lay on the bed. Firm hands rolled him on his belly as a greedy mouth kissed his neck, the large furry body over his slowly sliding down, kisses following down his back. He gasped when a firm tug forced his tail up, and then louder again when a wet, raspy tongue pushed into his ass unannounced and uninvited. But not unwelcome.

“Ah. Fuck…" His behind stung a bit. He wasn't used to having anything back there, and now it had been invaded by a hose and a tongue. And soon something else. A finger, covered in wet vaseline. He gripped the sheets tightly as it pressed onwards. No way in hell that was just a finger, it felt so large! Were Sam's hands this big? Had he brought in Nik without him noticing? He looked back, confirming it was still just the puma.

No, probably it was just his imagination. Everything felt larger when pushing into his ass. He thought back at Sam's own erection. It looked considerable in size. His tail shivered anxiously. Had he just made a terrible mistake?

“Hush, it'll be all over soon." Sam encouraged, soon pressing a second finger. Beckett's own hands grabbed tightly at the bedsheets, his teeth gritted in a stubborn effort to remain silent. Not like Sam needed to be impressed by him, but still he didn't want to think less of himself. Despite currently raising his tail to be fucked.

“Do this: clench your ass around my fingers, as tight as you can, and hold." Instructed the puma. Becket gave him an incredulous look, but the puma shook his head. “Hold until they get tired, it'll help you get loose."

Well, better listen to the pros. He had already thrown his pride away in pursuit of this experience, so there was no point in arguing over it. He did as instructed, as if he were trying to push the invading digits away. Instead they prodded around, tugging and trying to force his ring of flesh to spread wider.

“This is… mrf. Odd. Is it really worth it? Feels more like I'm constipated than anything else." The gila whipped his tail, the annoyance starting to overcome his eagerness.

“Oh, this is just preparation." Sam informed him, grabbing again the tail to caress its width. That got shivers down the lizard's spine. “The real fun is here."

'Here' was something slightly deeper inside of Beckett. Sam proved his expertise by immediately finding it, a little nub of flesh that he reached by pushing from inside his guts. Now that got his client moaning in surprise and pleasure. It was… different. Intense. Like he had somehow grabbed his cock from the inside. His shaft throbbed back to life, rushing to inflate and poke through his slit between his legs.

“Oh FUCK!"

“Yep, that's the plan." Smirking, quite satisfied with his handiwork, the whore stood up and grabbed his cock, slapping it across the lizard's cheeks. Beckett gasped when he felt the shaft rub between his buns. He could tell the girth of it, feel the precum leaving a wet line down his scales. It was a threat. “And now for the main act."

The cat's cock dragged lower. He felt his balls rub on his taint while his cheeks pressed on his firm stomach. Sam was bragging, making sure he was fully aware of his moves even when he waited there, on all fours, to be taken. A sharp sound escaped his lips as he noticed the cockehad aim at his hole, and then Sam shifted his posture, aiming the cock straight.

A little bit of pressure. The hard headpressed insistently, his flesh still offering some resistance. Then he pushed harder, and Becketts body was unable to fight him anymore. The gila grunted when his ring was stretched, even further than before, hugging that foreign object.

A hand rested on his back, another selfishly grabbed his hip. There was a dominance on the gesture. A command to hold still as he was about to be used. Fucked. Bred. The hands tensed, and the cock moved again, pushing deeper.

“Mmmrrff…" It was difficult. He made a mental effort to relax. Try to open as much as he could. It felt odd. Invading. A man was using him. His mind flashed to the previous night with Porter. He wondered if his lizard cock felt any similar to Sam's. If Porter had liked the way he had fucked him.

Then, when the puma was somewhat midway into him, his dick pressed on that wonderful spot, and he got his answer. He gasped, and his dick surged even harder, tensing so hard it slapped against his scally abs and leaked a bead of wetness. Yeah. Of course Porter had liked it.

They were twins. It was a safe bet his brother's insides were just as wonderfully sensitive as his.

“You're doing very, very good." Sam's words were surprisingly warm and caring. Beckett couldn't help but smile a little at the encouragement. “You're colder than most of my clients, but still warmer than I expected."

“Ah… cold-blooded just means we get our warmth from the outside. If I get a chance to sunbathe on a hot summer day I'd probably be warmer than you." It was an odd time for a biology class, although Sam's curiosity for him felt… oddly welcome. It wasn't judgemental, just an honest desire to know more about the other.

Something changed. Sam had stopped pushing, even if it felt like he had still a bit more to go. Instead the cat pulled out a couple inches, his hands relaxing and traveling down his spine and up his waist. They surrounded his tail, guiding it to the side with a firm but gentle touch.

What was he doing? Beckett didn't need to wonder for long, since he soon felt the puma's weight on his back. His soft-furred muscular chest snugly nested over his scales, his hand guiding the lizard's thick tail to curl over the cat's back for extra support. Then his arms surrounded his chest. An embrace, a possessive one, but not too tight as to feel restrictive.

It felt good. It felt really good. He felt safe between those arms. Sam was taking good care of him. His whiskers tickled the back of his neck as he got closer to whisper to him.

“In that case, better I keep you warm. Is that good?"

“Yeah." Beckett nodded, tightening his tail around his lover. “This' very good."

The cat began humping again, grinding against his back as he ran his cock back and forth, massaging the lizard's prostate and digging deeper and deeper, spreading him wide on his cock. Beckett grunted, huffed, raised his head to meet the puma's chin on his forehead. He was absolutely trapped, surrounded.

God, it felt amazing.

Something brushed his taint, making him jump. Sam's nails made themselves known, holding him in place as the cat keep on rutting.

“Are those…?"

“My balls." He chuckled, hitting remarkably hard so the reptile could feel them slap his skin. “You took me to the hilt."

He was in. He was fully in. He expected… worse, honestly. Maybe Sam had been good at spreading him, maybe he was just a natural at taking a fat cock under his tail, but there wasn't any pain, just a fading discomfort, drowned by the feeling of fullness and the maddening feeling of his prostate punched each time Sam pounded into him.

What he noticed was the cat was speeding up. He thought he had a consistent and reliable rhythm, but Sam was something else. It was like a dance, the cat would employ his full attention into his body, his reactions, his moans. He was unpredictable, so soon he'd be rutting hard and quick, or he'd be giving him long and slow runs of his dick, or surprising him by pulling nearly to the head and then slamming like a battering ram.

Beckett would scream, gasp, grunt and moan. He'd call his name, beg and whimper. Despite it all Sam would stay silent, his nuzzle buried into the scales of his neck, his red eyes glued to his face as he drank every detail and reaction of his client. Like he didn't dare to make a noise, in case that would hide some complaint from the reptile.

His hands would roam all over his body, tracing every nook and cranny of his muscles, greedily grabbing holds of his flesh from his chest and hips, pulling at him to push his cock as deep as it'd go on each stroke. And all he could do was to hold himself on that bed and take it.

His own cock, ignored ever since it had come way too early inside the cat, throbbed and leaked like it had never before. It demanded attention, it demanded to be used. The bedsheets under him were soaked with all the precum that had been milked out of him, and each time his cock tensed it would send arcs of his own emissions across his belly, only for it to be dragged onto the bed when Sam's weight forced him on it.

“Getting close." Warned the cat, his hug becoming tighter around the lizard's chest. “Mrf, getting there!"

“Do it!" Demanded Beckett. How long had he been like this? He had no way to tell the time, it might have been just a few more minutes, or perhaps the sun was about to rise on the horizon. He just now that his cock demanded release as well. He wasn't usually like this, normally he'd only go once a night, every few nights. But he needed it more. Again!

Sam probably read his mind. Or maybe thought impolite not to give him a courteous reach around, because his hand traveled down his pecs, bouncing on his abs until it bumped on his very ignored cock. He grabbed it, firmly, commanding his dominance over his body and his pleasure, and began to jerk him off.

It wasn't delicate, it wasn't careful. He was rutting wild and his hand was going at it with vigor. Sam was milking him, there was no other word for it. He planned on spilling his milk, and there was nothing Beckett could do or say that'd change his mind.

That was fine. It was exactly what the gila monster wanted. He needed that release. He needed to burn off the lust, expel the urges from within. He had been on top, he had been on the bottom. He was sure there was nothing more his body could ask him already!

And then he felt it. Sam had opened his mouth, softly holding on the skin of his shoulder as he fully dominated him. The puma pushed one last time and he felt it in his abused flesh: the cock within him was throbbing. Beating. Rope after rope of warm seed escaping the cat and being deposited right into him.

A man was cumming inside of him. He hadn't expected to be able to feel it so clearly. He gasped, just momentarily wondering if Porter had felt it too, and then his own cock joined. Even after the fucking and jerking off of the previous night, and the load he had just emptied into the cat a bit ago, somehow he had still some left to shoot.

His cock erupted, ropes of white seed spilling right into Sam's eager hand, getting spread over it by his relentless motions. He was getting off to his own cum, and to another man's cum in him. Just how deep this urge had taken its root?

Eventually, as all good things, their shared orgasm came to an end. Sam's teeth relaxed, and the whore planted a few loving kisses and licks over the skin where he had bitten. Didn't seem to have broken the skin nor did he taste any blood, but there might have left a mark there for a few days.

His softening cock was pulled out next, getting a shocked gasp from Beckett as the gila monster felt his sore hole attempting to return to its original shape, with a bit of wetness dripping from it down his taint. How long had he been down there, holding his body steady as the puma had his way with it? Far too long according to his exhausted limbs, so he just allowed himself to fall, laying on his side over the soft bed while his breathing and his heart returned to a somewhat normal rhythm.

He didn't notice Sam was moving around until he felt a clean-smelling blanket fall over him, followed by his body slipping under it and hugging his back. A moment before he had been fucking his lights out, and now the cat was spooning him like a lover. He could feel his fur matted with sweat, the smell of their bodies and sex still in the air. It made it feel more real even.

“Was it what you were looking for?" Sam's whiskers tickled his cheek as he spoke.

“N-Not really." Admitted the lizard. He felt Sam's arms pull back a bit, perhaps in shock, or maybe trying to give him some room so he wouldn't feel even worse.

“I'm sorry. If you wanted me to stop…" He sounded apologetic, scared even.

“No! No, you were… you were amazing. Really, I loved every second of it." Him and his stupid mouth. How was he being this clumsy when it came to men? He took Sam's arms, placing them around his neck and chest. The cat took the hint and hugged him tightly again. “I just thought… that'd fix it."

“I'd wager your balls should be pretty empty by now, but if you need I could go down there…"

“God, no. Have some mercy. It has been… satisfactory. Really. But I thought once I got it all out, once I had this experience. The… you know- the curiosity, the desire, the urge should be gone by now. But somehow… I think I can barely wait to get another chance to be with a man."

Beckett heard a chuckle coming from the cat behind him. He got closer to his ear to whisper.

“What, you thought you could take just one bite of the forbidden fruit and not want the whole tree?"

Beckett turned to stare at Sam's red eyes. They were a bit unnerving, but he tried to look past that. As a gila monster he had been subject to enough biased comments.

“Getting biblical on me, seriously? Plus, if one of us should be the snake…"

“I tempted you, so I get to be the snake." Sam chuckled, a bit more relaxed. Beckett was about to ask whether there had been other clients who came here hoping to fix their unnatural desires, but then discarded the idea. Sam would probably never give details about his clients, that'd be bad business practice.

“I guess. I left a bit of me inside of you, so tonight you get to be an honorific reptile." He chose to continue the banter with him instead. “Even if I don't look much like an Eve."

“Maybe a Steve." That'd do it. “Glad you liked it, though. Always good to get another regular."

“Should I… leave now? I'm not sure how this works."

“You paid for the night, so you can stay. We don't need to keep… doing it if you're tired." Sam's hand returned to his chest, softly tracing the lines of his reddish stripes.

“So, we just… cuddle? Is that something people do, hire a prostitute to… spend a night cuddling?" It seemed quite pathetic. But he could see it. It felt good to be in Sam's arms. The only place in Echo where one wouldn't be judged.

“Some do. As I said, I'm yours for the night."

Beckett took it, returning the hug. Cat fur and sweat wasn't the best of smells, but it was a man. His man. For some coin he could buy some love. Only problem: he wanted it every night.

“I don't know what I should do next."

“I'd recommend a bath."

“Funny. I mean about these… desires." Coward. Call it by its name. “About me loving men." Close enough.

“I know. You said there had been another, recently?" The lizard nodded. “And, let me guess, it's complicated?" Another nod. “It always is."

“It's very, VERY complicated. He's… someone close to me. But we had a… fight. A falling out, and haven't talked in a long time. And now I meet him again and somehow I end up sleeping with him."

“At least that got you two to speak. Do you know them well?"

“All of my life. I… I thought I knew him well." At least well enough to be blindsided by his manipulative side.

“Is it some… age problem?"

“No, we're… the same age, that's for sure." Damn right you are, hatched from the same egg, together. Maybe you were destined to always be a part of the other. How long until you help him ruin yet more people's lives? “It's just… us being together would be so… difficult. People's opinions, what'd they say, what'd they do to us if they found out…"

Sam's hand had stopped playing with his scales. Softly it raised to his face, caressing his cheek.

“Beckett. We're men who love other men. That's against the word-a God, that's against the law, and that's against what people say it's natural. You're not telling me anything different from any other of my clients."

Maybe he was right. Maybe that was the solution. He'd have to live in secrecy anyway, to lie and cover his tracks if he wanted to be with another man. Why couldn't that man be Porter? Afterall, two brothers sharing an apartment… it might even work.

That was a very big might.