Brown eyes opened, blinking lazily in the light as the golden skinned naga arched and yawned, white fangs slipping free of their sheaths before sliding back into place as the yawn ended. The naga reached up, brushing the thick mane of hair back from his face as he peered around. The larger of the suns was high overhead, the smaller one following behind it and he grinned sleepily, lowering himself back onto the warm rocks, even as cool water skipped over his tail as it floated leisurely in the stream.

He felt good and limp and for a long time he laid there, listening to the busy forest and letting the suns warm him. Eventually, though, his stomach mumbled and he yawned again, groggily rising up to go find food.

But, as he straightened, a twinge of pain caused his muscles to tighten just below his navel and instinctively his hand went to the source of the pain. Glance down to search for injury he frowned a moment over the swollen area just beneath his sheath, gently probing his sensitive slit.

That brought back the memories and he whirled, hissing softly as he searched for signs of the other who had been attracted by his scent.

But there was no dark scaled naga lurking nearby and he calmed, the scales on his tail smoothing back down and his muscles relaxing as he considered the encounter. He couldn’t argue that he was a bit disappointed. He figured it was always disappointing to come out of heat and find one’s partner gone, without even a farewell, but he supposed that was the way of the world, and there was no use lamenting over it.

Wetting his hair to smooth it back and brushing the dirt from his horns he began the journey back to cliff-sides he claimed as his own.

As he considered the situation he found he wasn’t too surprised with the other’s departure. The dark naga’s tail had been long and his horns curled, signs that the black tailed rattler had long ago passed into adulthood. He’d undoubtedly been following the scent of naga in heat long before Pachu’a himself had been born. Probably before Pachu’a’s parents had been born, for even his own father had not possessed such curled horns.

Strangely, though, that thought did little to cleanse his disappointment as he wound his way up through the stream, the end of his tail slapping the water peevishly.

“Get over it!” He grumbled to himself, squaring his shoulders and giving his tail a good shake. “Besides,” He reasoned with himself, “Sooner or later someone’s going to wander through in heat themselves and then I can chase them through the forest.”

He laughed softly at the thought of himself following the pheromone trail. Of course he couldn’t help fantasizing about what he’d do if he ever did get the chance.

A sudden splash of water made him pull back and hiss, both in surprise and in annoyance to have cold droplets striking his sun warmed skin. To his surprise he found the dark one, Chu’si, glaring at him arms crossed from the other side of the stream.

“And where are you going with that fanciful smirk on your face?” The dark one asked, swaying towards him.

Pachu’a scowled, hoping his cheeks did not show the flush at the thought of the other spying on him. “I am going to where you chased me away from yesterday.” He snapped, tilting his chin up in an unconscious effort to look taller then he was.

He frowned suspiciously as the look of annoyance suddenly melted away and was replaced with coy seductiveness as the dark naga swayed towards him. Pachu’a tried not to stare at the black tail and the colors that reflected off of it as Chu’si came towards him but found it very difficult to look away from the hypnotizing way the black tail moved through the water.

Before he knew it an arm was wrapped about his waist, long fingers brushing up his tail to skim along the top of his sheath. Shivering he pushed the hand down and away from him.

His companion laughed and pulled them tighter together, the end of the dark tail curling about his and sliding along it sensually.

“Now, now,” Chu’si murmured into his lover’s hair, “After what we did last night surely you don’t mind a bit of closeness.”

Pachu’a opened his mouth then shut it, a bit at a loss as to how to reply. Finally he pulled away from the dark naga, putting a bit of distance between them before turning. “What do you want?” He asked.

Chu’si cocked his head, as though trying to remember what he wanted, then smiled. “I have food. Come and eat.”

He turned and started heading back downstream, as though sure Pachu’a would follow.

The golden naga waited a good couple of seconds before he followed, only to make it seem he wasn’t too eager.

**

Pachu’a ate like he was starving.

Though it was his kill and he was entitled to most of it, Chu’si ate only enough to fill him and then sat back, letting the younger naga gorge himself. He was glad to see that his golden lover had a healthy appetite and was curious to see if he’d eat enough to slow him to the point that he’d be easy prey for an opportunistic hunter.

But, to his satisfaction, the golden naga stopped, and though he still cast greedy glances at the remains of their meal, he slithered away from it, stomach distended and a bit sluggish but still alert enough to flee if there was a need for it.

Chu’si was glad to see this caution for he’d seen too many youngsters make that mistake and then pay for it with their lives.

Shaking himself out of such thoughts he set to work dragging their meal up the ridge and burying it. By the time he returned Pachu’a had found a flat rock and was stretched out upon it, dozing in the sunlight. As Chu’si came down the ridge, he lifted his head, brown eyes looking for the cause of the disturbance. When he saw who it was he lowered his head, dozing as his metabolism made quick work of the meal.

Smiling sly Chu’si resisted the urge to climb up next to him and instead chose a higher point a short distance away, stretching out upon it and letting his tail hang over the edge. Though it wasn’t the most comfortable of positioned it showed off his length and patterns nicely and he pretended to sleep, eyes mere slits as he watched his golden lover steal appraising glances at him.

Biting back a grin he let his tail wind sinuously, immediately garnering the younger naga’s undivided attention until Pachu’a yawned widely and gave into the lulling heat of the afternoon and dozed off.

Without an audience to show off to Chu’si rolled onto his back and stared up into the sky. He was surprising himself. When he’d woken that morning he’d meant only to hunt and bring back a meal for the other, adequate payment for chasing him through the forest and taking advantage of Pachu’a’s condition. But when he’d returned to find the other gone it had bothered him and he’d gone off to chase him.

He couldn’t deny that he didn’t want to part from the other rattler just yet.

Perhaps, he mused, as he rolled onto his side to watch Pachu’a sleep, perhaps he didn’t want to part from his new lover ever.

A sleepy smirk crossed his face as he slowly slithered down from his perch.

Besides, he couldn’t deny being buried to the hilt in the warm, trembling body had its own advantages either.

**

Pachu’a’s eyes shot open as something heavy settled upon his back. He thrashed but strong hands pushed down upon his hips, a soft hiss reminding him of the dark naga’s presence. He calmed, his chin coming to rest upon his arms as he tried to convince himself it would be in his best interest to shove the larger snake into the water, just on principal.

But then a cool mouth settled on his skin and a tongue was tracing along the sensitive area where human skin met smooth scales. He arched and cried out softly, his eyes widening as Chu’si’s tongue traveled down the V and then back up to his other hip where sharp teeth nipped gently at the curve of his hip.

Claws ran up his sides as Chu’si rose up behind him, his tail rippling against his as the dark naga urged him over onto his back.

As Pachu’a stared up at the naga above him he found he could not deny he desired Chu’si. His hands came up and he traced the swell of Chu’si’s chest, slowly sliding down the hard abdomen to pause at the start of the black scales. Already the bare flesh of the older naga’s penis peeked out from the protective sheath and he swallowed, his mouth suddenly dry as he remembered the feel of the thick organ inside of him, the hard spines holding it firmly rooted within his body as he thrashed and undulated against it, internal muscles stroking the hard invader and milking the older naga’s precious seed.

Above him Chu’si hissed softly, his head dipping as though asking him to hurry things along.

Smiling in satisfaction Pachu’a let one hand slip lower, his fingers brushing over the head of Chu’si’s organ. The head was already wet and the flesh quivered beneath his fingers. There was a sudden play of muscles as Chu’si rose up a bit, bringing it within easier reach.

Letting his hand slid down the hot flesh, Pachu’a ever so gently pulled up on it, carefully coaxing the sensitive flesh from its protective sheath. Emerald hair slid down over his lover’s back as Chu’si tilted his head back, a primal sound rumbling in the larger naga’s chest as more of his penis slipped free, sliding against Pachu’a’s palm and leaving a warm, wet trail upon his flesh.

Pressing the palm of his other hand to the base of the sheath, Pachu’a slowly pushed upwards even as he barely pulled upon the dark flesh, drawing his lover’s organ fully free. The night before he hadn’t been able to fully appreciate it but, as he studied the stiffening organ, Pachu’a found it more then satisfactory. He ran his thumb down the seam that ran down the center of the bright red flesh, the only indication that what appeared to be just one thick penis was really two, pressed together and awaiting the moment when Chu’si would be ready to release his seed. Only then would they pull apart, spreading his opening as wide as it could and further trapping them together until Chu’si’s ardor had cooled enough for the organ to soften and the spines to retract.

Running his thumb down the seam again Chu’si suddenly caught his wrist, pulling his hand away from the now hard organ. Yellow eyes were wide with need and Pachu’a smiled, letting his free hand fall away from his lover’s sheath and come to rest upon his stomach. Chu’si’s gaze was drawn to his hand and the dark naga watched transfixed as his hand slid down, skating over his own bared arousal to come to rest upon his still swollen slit. His fingers skated over the opening before he delved one finger inside, unable to bit back a moan as he did.

With a strength that surprised Pachu’a, Chu’si suddenly growled and grabbed his hand, tearing it away from his slit before he roughly slammed his lower body down. Pachu’a arched and yelled in surprised pleasure as Chu’si entered him, holding onto his lover’s body tightly as the larger naga pounded into him mercilessly.

He panted and rested his cheek upon Chu’si’s shoulder, overcome with the sensation of his own cock being crushed and rubbed between their bodies and the feeling of his lover’s organ driving into him, forcing his body to open and submit to the dominate male’s invasion. He closed his eyes, groaning continuously as his lover took his pleasure from his body. His tail thrashed wildly, splashing water upon them both but he doubted Chu’si noticed as the black tail wound against his and tightened, squeezing his whole tail to the same rhythm as he was being taken to.

As he was pounded ruthlessly against the sunning rock Pachu’a found that he couldn’t deny he was turned on by his lover’s fierceness. This was not the hesitantly touch and tickle he’d engaged in before with others. This was the real thing and it made him growl in pleasure to know that he was desirable enough to make such a large, powerful creature take him so. He was pinned down with no where to go, no way to escape as the black naga took him, driving into him with only one purpose. To fill him with seed and make sure their essences created a child that would inherit both their traits.

Chu’si suddenly arched up, fangs bared as his lower body jerked. Immediately Pachu’a felt the spines catch, expanding just inside of his narrow opening and trapping the larger naga’s organ within him. He thrashed against Chu’si hold, growling as he felt his inner muscles forced open as the double penis split. He felt the first splash of cool seed within him and it woke his own inner passion.

Hissing in pleasure he thrashed and twisted beneath his slowly undulating lover. Trapped so Chu’si could not move much but Pachu’a made up for the lack of movement with his own, undulating beneath his lover’s hands as though trying to tear him from his body. But ripping Chu’si’s cock out of him was the last thing on Pachu’a’s mind. Instead he worked on getting as much pressure onto his own organ as he could, and pulling rhythmically on Chu’si’s cock to make it continue spraying his insides with seed.

A suddenly buck and twist made Pachu’a arch and freeze, his eyes wide as he convulsed and came, his own white essence pouring over his chest. Above him Chu’si watched with narrowed eyes, the great chest heaving for breath as he came down from his own euphoria.

Grunting in pleasure Chu’si lowered himself down onto his lover’s chest, licking Pachu’a’s seed from his golden skin and growling when the golden tail shifted beneath him, putting pressure on his overly sensitive organ.

Pachu’a took the hint and forced himself to still, amusing himself instead with sharing a deep kiss with his lover and brushing the green hair back from the ebony horns. He sleepily traced the curve, wondering how many years their kind had to see before their horns would curl in such a manner.

Satisfied with the lover fate had chosen to grant him Pachu’a closed his eyes, dozing in the lingering warmth and enjoying the feel of having such a strong mate tied within him.