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It was a night following a nondescript day, utterly unworthy of mention - suspiciously so. And Valyrym woke feeling strange. In fact, he wasn't even convinced he was awake, though as he cracked an eye to peer about his sleeping chamber and ran his gaze over his collection. Everything was in place as it should be, and the level of detail and, well, real-ness was over and above that of a dream. He certainly seemed to be awake. Still, he could couldn't quite put a claw on a tangible explanation for this case of strangeness. No illness, nor physical ache. Rather, the moment felt surreal to his mind and, conversely, nonreal to his gut. It was like the very opposite of déjà vu: as opposed to having a distinct feeling of something having happened before, he had the distinct feeling it hadn't and - most curiously - wasn't. So out of sorts seemed the rest of the world that Val could only conclude he wasn't quite feeling like himself.

"Pardon me, but whereabouts might be an exit?"

The voice pushed these thoughts to the back of Val's mind. A guard couldn't possibly have gotten lost, could he? They never left sight of the door, let alone ventured so far as the sleeping chamber. And if one was that brave, surely he would not be so daft as to forget the way he'd come. Which meant he was either playing inane or genuinely addled. Incredulous, the dragon rolled over on his bed of hides and blankets, and nearly bumped snouts with... another dragon? Or wait, was that his reflection? No, the scales were all black, no gray. And the horns were all wrong. "How in blazes did you get in here?" he asked, his neck curling back into an 'S'.

"Believe it or not, I haven't the slightest idea," the other dragon snapped. "Else, why would I ask?"

Valyrym blinked. Was this really happening, or had he finally gone mad? "Well, I'd suggest you not talk back to me so sharply. For unless fate decides to whisk you away by whatever means brought you here, we are going to have little choice but to put up with one another's presence for the next few centuries, at least. You won't find a way out; this is a prison, and the only entrance large enough for either of us was sealed over."

The other dragon froze for several moments. "I... see."

"So long as you've disturbed my rest, perhaps some introductions are in order," Val suggested, rousing himself. "Most often anyone who visits me here simply calls me 'Dragon', however..."

"...Seeing as how that could easily apply to either of us," the other finished for him, nodding. "I am Rahamuth."

"Valyrym." And how was Alia going to take to this, he wondered. He shook his head; a quandary for another time. His jailer, she wasn't due back for quite a while yet.

Which left him with a strange dragon to get acquainted with. Making no attempt to disguise what he was doing, Valyrym looked Rahamuth over, comparing.

Where his own scales sported some gray, Rahamuth's were solid, oily black. He had no frilly ears, as Valyrym had, and rather than curve back, Rahamuth's horns corkscrewed to point forward - the kind of horns one would expect to find on some depiction of a demonic beast with the head of a ram. He had spines as well, but they were rigid, unlike Val's, and they ran most of the length of his tail as well.

And while Val's eyes were on the other dragon's tail, Rahamuth glanced back, smirking at the attention. He lifted his tail to flourish it and curl it about, to display its dexterity for the inspection. And Val couldn't help but notice this male - for he sounded and smelled perfectly male - had no balls, nor even a sheath. "Why've you a slit like a female?"

"Female?" Rahamuth turned and ducked his head to get a glimpse of Valyrym's more mammalian plumbing. "Well, I should be well within my rights to ask you why you are hung like a furless canine. I assure you I am quite male; my genital slit contains a perfectly viable penis."

"Really?" Valyrym gave the other dragon a superior smirk. "Are you sure you're not confusing your clitoris for male anatomy?"

Rahamuth scoffed, "Perhaps you enjoy having the most sensitive parts of your body dangling wholly unprotected? Whereas I could lay on my back..." And he did just that as he spoke, displaying his underbelly for Valyrym. "And you would still have a hard time hurting my pride."

Lifting a forepaw, Val brought it alongside Rahamuth's hind end. "Not so hard as you might think, I'd wager. If I waggled my claws about in there, I'd hurt something you're rather proud of after all..." His claws unsheathed slowly, and Val seemed ponderous about just how deeply he could probe that ventral slit. "Though, if you must hide it so completely, it can't be that worthy of pride."

A broad grin spread across Rahamuth's muzzle, flashing dagger-like teeth. "Oh? Take a gander at my... 'clitoris', then, my dear host." His foreclaws slid down over his nethers, digits working shamelessly over his penile slit. He made no attempt to conceal his small rumbles of pleasure, and before long he was massaging his swelling cock-tip. The rest of his length followed, gradually inching out. He curled his tail up to work about the engorged lips of his vent, while his paw played at his dragonhood's tip and sides. One penile ridge after another was revealed up to his sixth and, finally, his bulging base. Still teasing himself openly, he tossed his head. "What say you now, Valyrym?"

"Not bad, not bad... Not the best I've seen, but better than I expected," Val admitted.

Rahamuth rumbled in amusement. "Peeked at many a dragon's maleness, have we?"

"You've too many ridges, though." Val shook his head. "Females find ridges most exciting in just the right places. How can they appreciate that many? It looks like some human's accordion; I keep waiting for it to stretch itself smooth!"

"A human's... what?"

"It's a musical instrument, like..." Val waved his paw. "Never mind."

"Tch. I contest," Rahamuth growled. "Females aplenty have thoroughly enjoyed my penile ridges. And a fair number of males as well. In fact," his grin returned to its full luster. "It would be my pleasure to demonstrate."

Val shook his head. "You think I'd let you take me by the tail?"

"Not on my first day, likely."

It struck Val he'd said something very similar to Alia not long ago.

"But there are still perfectly fine demonstrations," Rahamuth continued. "Presuming, of course, your own penis is not too desensitized from such constant exposure."

"I'll show you 'desensitized'," Val snapped. But he wore a grin of his own; he had an ace in the hole. "But we're taking this to my tub."

"Tub?" Rahamuth blinked, his claws halting their treatment of his dragon meat, and his tail listing limply to the floor. "Am I to learn you are litter box trained, next? What kind of self-respecting dragon owns a tub?"

"Alia had it built it for me." Val lifted his head proudly. "And it will surprise you how good hot water can feel. Follow me."

Val stepped out of the sleeping chamber, leaving little room for argument from his new fellow inmate. Rahamuth shook his head, beside himself. Yet he rolled to his feet, ignoring the erection bobbing beneath him as he padded after Val. Out through the archway, into the hall with its many fluted pillars.

If Rahamuth noticed Val's limp, he did not comment. Though when they began to pass Val's carvings, he glanced cockeyed at one. "The work of a dragon with too much time in his claws," he muttered, shaking his head.

"See if you still disparage it after the next few decades down here," Val shot back at him.

They exchanged no more words, as the gurgle of running water became apparent. They stepped into the chamber housing the basin-turned-tub, and Val quickly set about manipulating the proper sluice gates as he'd observed Alia do so. Bringing the ovens to life was a trickier task, requiring him to shovel charcoal into them with a shovel which he had to handle rather like a human might utilize a spoon.

The process was quickly lost to Rahamuth, however. Though, he had to admit Valyrym was quite deft with his paws, which seemed considerably more dexterous than Rahamuth's. Then, Rahamuth did not have retractable claws, either. He found himself just a bit envious, and quickly turned his attention elsewhere. "Never thought to see a dragon so enamored with... humans and their contraptions..." His eyes rolled.

"Ah, but their ingenuity is one of their few redeeming qualities," Val smirked as he adjusted the last sluice gate to begin filling the tub with water, which soon heated to steaming.

"Ingenuity arises from incapability," Rahamuth muttered, stepping over to examine a stool piled with cleaning implementations - sponges, cloths, and a large wedge of soap. "Well, this explains why you smell so... flowery."

Val glanced away. He wasn't expecting to have company, aside from Alia. And the guards - who would never get close enough to get a whiff. "It was a nice change after subsisting on tongue baths for as long as I have. Alia added the scents; it was not my choice."

"You let a human bathe you? She scrubbed you down with a long-hafted broom, I suppose?" Rahamuth chuckled.

"No, in fact. She was very hands-on, very thorough, and... very naked."

"Oh? If I am to be trapped here, perhaps I shall bear with floral scents for this experience."

"Or perhaps you should be restricted to tongue-baths until you can truly appreciate it," Val growled.

"Come to think of it," Rahamuth mused over the tub, "Alaus never made me anything..."

"Alice? Who's Alice?" Val grinned. "Oh, you had yourself a human girl as well?"

Rahamuth fixed his eyes on a nondescript bolt fastening one of the metal bands binding the tub together. "Something like that," he muttered.

Both dragons glanced at the slowly filling tub, then at each other. Rahamuth padded over to Val's side, then stuck his snout over the metal-bound edge to watch the water level rise. He cocked his head at his host. "Well? Who gets in first?"

"After you," Val motioned to the tub. "Naturally I-"

"Thought you'd say that." Rahamuth, feigned deference thrown to the wind, he tackled Valyrym broadside and hurdled him over the tub's wall. Val barely had time to get his wings out the way to avoid crushing them as he toppled onto his back, splashing out a good half of the water.

Before he collect himself, plashes announced Rahamuth's first steps into the tub, and the other dragon body came to rest, chest to chest, with Val's.

"Really," Rahamuth chided over his fellow dragon, "here I am to demonstrate my masculinity, and you thought I would settle for laying back and letting you do as you please with me? Even on my first day... tut, tut." One of his foreclaws rubbed Val's side, brushing down to his belly, the inside of his haunches, and finally his swelling sheath. Rahamuth's grin only broadened to find Valyrym's tip already emerging.

Val couldn't help it; it had been so long since he'd felt the body of another dragon that even the touch of another male recalled near-forgotten pleasures.

Rahamuth cupped the spear-shaped flare of Val's protruding maleness in his claws, and lined up their respective tools' pointed tips. "Now, suppose you were a female and this were your clitoris - how do you like this?" He rolled his hips slowly, rubbing his length against the tip of Val's, ensuring each of his penile ridges was quite distinctly felt.

Val sucked in a breath, shivering as more of his member slipped free of his flesh.

"You certainly sound... appreciative." Rahamuth rumbled with pleasure, drawing each feature of his length back across Val's tip. Glancing down, Rahamuth examined Val's own swelling tool. "Haven't you any ridges?"

"You haven't seen all of it yet," Val spat through a groan. "I'm not the one whose sex is in question. I've still seen no sign of your balls."

"Oh, you'll see a sign alright," chuckled Rahamuth, lightly thrusting against Val's quickly hardening shaft. "A whole batch of their seed... Just shortly after I see yours. And, my dear host, you seem to be enjoying yourself right where you are."

"That so?" Val grabbed at Rahamuth's front leg - the one still supporting weight - and tugged it out from under him. Despite his position, Val had the upper hand with surprise and the fact Rahamuth had been unbalanced. Now, as the other dragon fell against his chest with a yelp, Val twisted and pressed Rahamuth down until their positions were reversed. As the water sloshed and churned, it was Val grinning down. Fully expecting Rahamuth to fight for his position, Val planted his paws on each of Rahamuth's forelegs and leaned heavily on them.

Naturally, standing over another stoked Val's instincts all the more strongly, and his sheath retreated to leave his dragonhood at full, raging erection. Now it was his turn to lower his haunches and brush against Rahamuth's maleness. Though Val's cock slipped off target and brushed more nether scales than dragon meat.

"Well, now that I find myself here," Rahamuth chuckled, "the hot water... is admittedly... very nice. However, this tub is not deep enough to fully submerge even one of us. I thought you should be more keen to enjoy it." Speaking of enjoyment, he took a peek between their scaly forms and got his first glimpse of Valyrym's fully extended tool and the features of its base. "So you do have ridges."

Val pumped again, and with a grunt, once more slid off Rahamuth's shaft.

"Allow me to-" A clack and series of splashes cut Rahamuth off. Both dragons' eyes snapped to where Rahamuth's tail, dangling over the side of the tub, had snagged the stool piled with cleaning supplies. The last sponge flopped off the seat and onto the churning swells of with a wet splat. As they watched, it grew gravid with water and gently sank. The two dragons found one another's eyes once more. "Oops," Rahamuth belied the devious grin splitting his muzzle, and flicked the stool off his tail. Almost before it clattered to the floor, he'd snaked the appendage between them and was busily coiling it about their needy cocks. "Try it again," he invited slyly, hiking up his hips and pressing their most intimate parts together.

Though he was rather suspicious of how easily Rahamuth was taking to the bottom, that didn't stop Val from rubbing against his cock. Val groaned as he pressed against the other dragon, and Rahamuth growled lustily. Bound loosely and kept on course by Rahamuth's tail as they slid together, their respective malenesses shared the incredible heat of two dragons' bodies, throbbing in time with the hearts pounding in their chests. The platelike scutes of Val's chest and the pebblier textures of his belly slid against Rahamuth's more uniform scales.

All the while, the water level continued to rise, and Rahamuth was earnestly content to wait... For Valyrym was right to be suspicious. Rahamuth wasn't going to stand for taking this on his back - although the hot water was quite nice - but he wasn't going to fight a sore disadvantage, pinned as he was in the tub's confines. But he just had to wait; curling his tail through that stool had been no accident. Val was working up quite a delightful rhythm while, unbeknownst to him, Rahamuth held the huge bar of aromatic soap with one hind foot and rubbed it against the tub wall. Even now, he could feel the water becoming increasingly slippery. He just hoped Val wouldn't notice the froth of bubbles accumulating around the tub's sides.

But Rahamuth was nevertheless quite enjoying the feel of Val's dragonhood against his own, the shift from Val's smooth, soft length to his cluster of ridges near his retracted sheath. The alternation was... stimulating, Rahamuth had to admit. Though, not to Valyrym, he wouldn't.

He slowly became aware of a noise from the dragon over him - a noise like the softened rumble of tumbling stones. Rahamuth laughed as he realized what it was. "You purr like a kitten!"

The purr cut off. "And you must especially favor being pinned by other males, to have learned this feat with your tail," he growled - though that didn't stop him from pressing into the coils of the aforementioned appendage.

Rahamuth shrugged - as best he could, held down as he was. "Merely a spur of the moment adaptation of self-pleasuring techniques. It hardly takes two to develop."

"And yet you were so quick to display yourself to me."

"So says the dragon purring as he enjoys the ridges of another's penis," Rahamuth grinned, happily humping back.

"And so says the one who pressed another male down to thrust against him in the first place!" Valyrym snapped.

"That I did," Rahamuth hummed, watching the waves of their motions lap the rim of the tub. It was now or never. He shifted his foreleg - and and one of Val's paws upon it -to the side. He watched Valyrym's expression shift from one of mixed euphoria and annoyance to one of surprise. The shift of his weight was enough to cause him to slip on the now quite slick basin, and Rahamuth slipped his legs free.

Valyrym caught onto the scheme and grappled to reclaim his grip, but the soapy water made it almost impossible to get a hold of Rahamuth's scales. The same was not true of Val's back, untouched by soap, and the other dragon got a grip of his own. Bearing Val down into the water, Rahamuth's own body broke the surface along with the tremendous splash. Dripping with suds, and with a washcloth speared on one of this spines, he had won the top once again. Immediately he was picking up the hip movements Val had been forced to abdicate. "Yes, I pressed you down. Though I don't recall you asking me to stop..."

"Didn't say I wanted you to top me with that overgrown accordion clit!"

Rahamuth chuckled. "Temper, temper..."

Val writhed, seeking purchase to overthrow Rahamuth again. But now they were both slippery, and while he repeatedly managed to knock Rahamuth's legs out from under him, he never quite managed to get enough of a grip to reverse their positions again. For his own part, Rahamuth was focusing more on distracting Valyrym. He picked up the pace, their soapy male lengths gliding together. He also added little squeezes of his tail, centering that extra attention on the base of Val's member - he was determined to make Valyrym orgasm first, to prove the superiority of additional penile ridges. And rather than futilely attempt to restrain the other dragon, his foreclaws were busily exploring the other dragon's body, from his belly to the base of his neck. And he soon found a sweat spot that made Valyrym gasp - right at the base of his wings. He rubbed around Val's wings and permitted himself to loose a throaty moan. If anything, the dragon struggling beneath him only heightened Rahamuth's enjoyment.

Those struggles were slowly dissolving into squirms of pleasure, however. Despite himself, he was so close. As he would not let himself cum with Rahamuth on top, however, he wedged a paw between them and groped at the top of the other dragon's shaft. Rahamuth grunted, his thrusts between Valyrym's paw and penis becoming jerky. Val, having distracted him, wrapped his legs around Rahamuth's haunches and wrenched sideways, trying to throw him down one last time.

It half worked. While Rahamuth followed his hind end down, however, Val slipped in his attempt to rise and fell into the incidental embrace of Rahamuth's foreclaws. Amid crashing waves, the two dragons fell and found themselves equally wedged with their shoulders against the tub walls, which groaned in protest. The sudden lurch against the other dragon's body tipped Valyrym over the edge, and before he quite knew it, he was thrusting madly with Rahamuth.

In the sudden desperation preceding climax, the two dragons clung to one another's backs and - abandoning all restraint - ground their hips together. Hot waves washed between their groins, their cocks abreast, throbbing. Rahamuth's tail spasmed and gripped at their members, and Valyrym's twitched and slung over the tub wall. Val's eyes screwed shut, his ears flattened, and he bared teeth as he roared in ecstasy. His dragonhood jerked as he spent his first blast of seed, and Rahamuth moaned, reaching releasing just a moment behind. Clutching each other in the throes of ejaculation, the dragons groaned and ground. White tendrils snaked through the water between them, slowly dissolving in the overly-soapy solution and dissipating into a murky cloud that crept through the tub.

Breathing quite heavily, Valyrym and Rahamuth glanced at each other with fleeting uninterpretable expressions. But hardly had they stopped clenching one another when a the whine of creaking metal met them. Val barely had time for his neck spines to droop in realization of what was about to happen.

The metal strips binding the tub's rim snapped, and under the weight of two dragons, the tub walls splintered, spilling a literal ton of grey-white water. The concoction - smelling strongly of flowers and slightly of dragon spooge - flooded across the entire chamber. Val felt a sluice gate crunch under his shoulder, while Rahamuth toppled into two of the three ovens. His splayed wing brought down a dozen pipes and all their rigging with tumultuous clangs, clatters, and one gong as a pipe landed directly between Rahamuth's horns.

"You broke my tub!" Valyrym bellowed.

Rahamuth shook his head, spattering through a stream of cold water over his snout which previously led to an oven. "Me?" He spat. "You were the one who had to roll over in the middle of an orgasm!"

"I was not orgasming yet!"

"Nor was I the one who insisted on taking my 'demonstration' to your precious tub!"

"You could've lain back and taken it!"

"Oh yes, very masculine behavior for demonstrating my penile superiority."

A watery glurk noise drew both their attention, and they nearly bopped snouts again looking for the source. With increasing horror, Valyrym noted a black mar from where one of the stoves had fallen to the drain. No more water filtered down; it was clogged with charcoal. White hot fury in his eyes, he rounded his neck in an 'S' shape, snarling at Rahamuth, extending his fully unsheathed claws toward's Rahamuth's neck.

"You wouldn't dare, you scaly old dog," Rahamuth growled, lifting his own claws.

It was, of course, a ruse; Valyrym's hind foot connected squarely with Rahamuth's retreating dragonhood.

"Guuuuh... I... hate... you..." Rahamuth nearly went cross-eyed.

"So much for the impenetrably armored groin," Valyrym scoffed, grinding his foot.

Predictably, Rahamuth's own hind leg lashed out, but Val kicked his rump away and rolled to his feet. Rahamuth rose as well, albeit slowly and with a quite pained grunt.

"I'm going to call Alia now," Val chided, "and when she gets here, I'm going to have her guards chain you up in the main chamber. Hell, they probably wouldn't know the difference between you and I. And when the guards feel like beating and stabbing something, they'll beat you."

"Tch. Saw those old irons. Rusty things wouldn't hold," Rahamuth managed a chuckle. "Well, maybe I'll fake it - and so long as I'm all chained up, you take me by the tailhole?" He grinned. Or at least, it looked like he might have been trying to grin, through his gritted teeth.

"You should be so lucky," Valyrym snapped his jaws. "Homosexual lizard."

"I take females too."

"I find that increasingly unlikely." Valyrym shook his head and made for the hall.

Gods above, he never thought he'd see the day he was calling for the guards. But this newcomer was insufferable. As he stepped into the hall, he noticed the pool of water was still spreading - it was pouring in from whatever spring fed his fountain, and had nowhere to drain.

He shot back over his shoulder, "If that water reaches my bedchamber, I just might stick claws up that precious vent of yours. Try and unclog the damn drain."

Rahamuth glared right back.

"You might want to reconsider that attitude," Val told him levelly. "Behave long enough and I'll get Alia down here with some of her warming oil. It does wondrous things to genitals... I might even convince her to rub it into yours with her naked body. If you truly enjoy females..."

Through the fading pain in his loins, Rahamuth rumbled in amusement. "That... does sound worth some measure of behavioral restraint."

Val trotted off. Such an arrogant lizard, this Rahamuth. See how the next decade or so in this inescapable prison treated him.

Rahamuth stared at the retreading dragon's well exposed stones. But he wouldn't... Not yet. He'd save that little vengeance for next time the older dragon needed another of Rahamuth's 'demonstrations'. And he would, eventually. Rahamuth was certain of it.

Loathed as he was to stoop to the very human tactic of using a tool, he found the shovel and prodded the handle down the drain, plotting his revenge. And perhaps this Alia woman would build a tub big enough for both of them?

* * * * *

Rahamuth cracked open an eye and caught a glimpse of motion across the courtyard. He chuckled; it seemed the servants had mustered their courage and continued to work. They'd been hesitant at first when a dragon arrived, unannounced, with no apparent intent beyond napping on the flagstone square in the middle of the estate grounds. It seemed Jonnor had yet to arrive, though.

What an odd dream he'd just had, though. It had his dragonhood quite stiff beneath him - fortuitously quite hidden from public view between his haunches. He idly wondered if the servants would notice if he quietly pleasured himself. Surely word would find its way to Jonnor if they did, and that would not play to Rahamuth's favor with the dragonslayer's piety.

Not that it changed anything, the dragon thought wryly. He'd just cover himself with a wing. If nothing else, it would be worth seeing Alaus' reaction later. He could imagine the conversation quite clearly: Alaus would ask, "So how was your first day under Jonnor's roof?" To which Rahamuth would respond, "I particularly enjoyed my orgasm in the courtyard full of humans." The thought made him grin.

And at some point, he'd have to convince Alaus to build him a tub...