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“God dammit, Mark! Would it kill you to wipe up your disgusting hair after you shave?"

Mark poked his head into the bathroom, where Jared was standing naked in front of the sink, looking far more put out than he should have. He himself was also nude, slightly dripping from having just finished his shower, not bothering to cover up - it wasn't as if Jared did all that often either. “For fuck's sake, Jared, it's just a little bit of hair. A little bit of it gets here and there, I can't help that!"

“There's toilet paper night there! Wet it down and wipe up! God, you mammals are fucking slobs, hair all over the place, how does anyone live with you…"

“Oh, don't act like you're that much better, mister 'I leave my scale shed all over the shower and everywhere else.'"

“ONE TIME! And that was to piss you off! I clean it up, unlike you, how many times have I bitched at you about this?" Jared stepped towards Mark aggressively, like he was going to start threatening with more than words...yet Mark did nothing but meet him face to face.

“As many times as I've ignored you! I'm not gonna spend ten minutes cleaning up every stray hair, it's not gonna kill you! And you leave it a lot more places than the shower! Scratching all over the couch, making a mess, I gotta do a fuckin' inspection every time I sit down!"

“Like it's my fault I don't flake in tiny bits like you do! Your dander's just as bad, it just can't be seen!"

It was hard to believe that this was what passed for a good day between the two of them. Despite living together for almost a year at this point, Mark and Jared's interactions still rarely had any cordiality between them. When it wasn't outright argument, it was still pretty tense, neither one of them at ease with the other in a lot of ways. And the arguments were often over little things like this - tiny annoyances that were blown up into much larger conflicts, like music being too loud or of a disliked style, things being left around the shared residence house, food smells, those kinds of things. Friends of either of them wondered how they could continue to put up with it after all this time, it seemed as if one of them should have killed the other by now...but what they didn't know about was the one thing that kept them halfway civil towards each other.

“Your shit doesn't have to be seen either, if you actually put some goddamn effort into getting rid of it! At least I try to clean up my hair, I could leave it a whole lot fucking worse than this!"

“I do try to clean it up, and then I end up cleaning up after you all the time!"

“Oh, don't give me that, it's a pain to even get you to vacuum up, you're always making messes you don't clean up after!"

Jared's eyes glittered angrily, and suddenly he lashed out and grabbed Mark, spinning him around and thumping him against the bathroom wall, actually holding up up off the floor with some effort. “Fine, you're gonna accuse me of shit like that, I might as well own it!"

Mark didn't respond this time, the turnaround had caught him off-guard. His arms gripped the dragon's, almost enraptured by the furious green eyes set against the dark blue scales surrounding them. There was no warning given, nor was any needed - Jared could only have one purpose, and the large tip of the dragon's cock jabbing against his rear ensured no confusion would be warranted. In the next moment, he was speared roughly, the thick tool pounding into his tight hole mercilessly, getting strained cries out of him and deep growls out of Jared.

“Yeah, that's right...gonna plug your hole up with my cum, that'll teach you to run your fucking mouth…" Jared's breath came ragged already, the position was much more taxing than usual, but he loved the feeling of power that came with it. Having Mark firmly under his claws, he could imagine him having a sense of helplessness before him...even though it probably would only have taken a little bit to get Jared to drop him in actuality. But he wasn't trying, and that left the dragon free to drill the tight hole, his pre letting him rut faster, priming him to fill the human up once again.

It was a rough, intense beginning that didn't let up for a moment, and if he hadn't had it several times before, it might have been far too much for the human to handle. But he was used to it by now, and all he did was make sure Jared could hump him as fast and hard as possible. There was no holding back, he rarely did when he was in this kind of mood...which meant it was usually over quickly. Not that he minded, he had things to do today and a second shower to take, it seemed.

It was all over in just a couple minutes, which was all Jared could really handle; Mark's body slid down the wall a bit before he thumped his whole body against it, growling as he pumped his cream into Mark's rear. He heard Mark moan as well, and felt a wetness splatter against his own body as the human released just afterwards, painting him with his pleasure. Not what he would have liked ideally, but he wasn't going to fuss about it now - it was a small price to pay for taking out his frustrations on Mark.

Finally he pulled out, cum leaking onto the floor as it spilled from Mark's ass before he clenched it tight. Panting, he stepped back, looking over Mark as he tried to collect himself. “Hah...there...you go. One mess…"

“Yeah, and you're cleaning it up. I'll have enough to do after that. And against the wall, man? What, were you trying to get a workout at the same time?"

“Shut up." Jared grumbled as he grabbed some toilet paper, while Mark headed into the shower and turned the water back on.

This wasn't exactly an uncommon event at this point; it wasn't how every argument ended, but every now and then the build-up seemed to come to this release. Since the first encounter between them, sex seemed to be the one way to defuse the tension and get both of them to blow off some steam. It always happened the same way: Jared would hit his limit, get aggressive and forceful with Mark, and give him the business. And Mark would let it happen, because as much as Jared pissed him off, he also found the dragon pretty sexy, and being screwed by him was about the only thing he actually liked. Not enough to back down from him, but enough to let him carry Mark over his edge.

It was a bizarre sort of thing to exist between the two of them, but there were upsides for sure. They had fewer squabbles in the few days after their rutting, and it provided them with an incentive to co-exist, if not peacefully. They'd stopped pestering the college's housing department for room switching, a good thing given that the chances of getting a different one were next to nothing. And it was satisfying for both of them, a chance to get their rocks off quickly and conveniently. It made them worth tolerating to each other...but not worth easing up on each other.

But Mark didn't trust it. He didn't know how Jared felt about what was going on, but he himself was sure it was an untenable situation. One of these days one of them was going to say or do something that was going to bust it all wide open, and no amount of sexual pleasure was going to put that right. And he didn't know what was going on in the dragon's head, either. Was this just stress relief for him? Was it his way of signaling he wanted something? Or was it just that Jared wanted to get off and he was there? He didn't know, and without knowing, he wasn't sure what he could do when things got really bad. And he didn't like not knowing the answers...

---

Both Mark and Jared awoke the next day to a pounding on the door. Quick and insistent, they kept coming over and over, forcing both of them out of bed in tired confusion - no one ever knocked on their door who wasn't invited, and neither one of them were issuing many invitations during the summer term, when most of their friends weren't in town.

Jared was the first down the stairs, Mark lagging well behind thanks to some soreness from the pounding the previous day. He watched as Jared opened the door...and then the dragon let out a yell. “What the fuck-"

“Lil' Bro!" Jared let out a gack as he was swept up in big arms, lifted off the ground in a tight embrace. Mark's eyes widened as he laid eyes on the guest. Another dragon...and a huge one! He towered over Jared, and his body was remarkable, quite bulky and muscular, a decided contrast to Jared's smaller and leaner form. And yet, Mark could clearly see the family resemblance in the shape of the heads, the colors of the scales, and other little things…it was clear that “Lil' Bro" was not just a term of endearment, but a literal definition of their relationship.

“Agh! Fucking...Craig, get off!" Jared eventually managed to shove himself away from the bigger dragon, who was grinning down at him, unfazed by the glare he was getting. “What the hell are you doing here? You couldn't call or something?"

“Hah, I gotta bug you some way, Jare! But for real, I tried calling but didn't get an answer! Can't blame me for that!" He looked up at Mark and gave him a grin and a salute. “Hey there! You must be Mark! The name's Craig, I'm this little dude's brother, though I think you probably figured that out!"

“Er, yeah…" Craig certainly seemed different from Jared, Mark was getting a much stronger sense of friendliness and easy-going attitude. He wasn't sure what to make of that, but it was a better early impression than he got of Jared. Not to mention, he looked damn good...he was dressed light, a simple T-shirt and shorts, showing off a lot of his physique, and there was a lot of physique to show off. “Nice to meet you."

“Hey, you still haven't said why you're here!" Jared snapped. “Come on, out with it! What's the big deal?!"

“Easy there, bro! It's nothing big...I'm just gonna be hanging out with you guys for a little while. Three, maybe four weeks? Not too long." Craig strode inside and flopped down onto the couch like he owned the place. “It's a nice place, you guys got lucky, I had to spend college in tiny cramped dorm rooms."

“The hell you're staying here! Whaddaya think this is, a bed and breakfast? Get your own place!"

“Heh, I've GOT my own place, Lil' Bro. Problem is, it ain't gonna be ready for me for a bit. The guys who were there before me, they left a total sty behind, some real heavy-duty cleaning and fixing is needed before it's livable, and they don't have any other open units. But since I'm not too far away from you guys now, I figured I'd hang out with my bro for a bit! You're used to living with me, so it shouldn't be any skin off your back, right?"

“The hell it won't! You can't just barge in here and act like you can just live here! I thought you were living up north anyway!"

“Got laid off. Got a new job down here, it pays better and I'm closer to family. Maybe you'd know about that if you ever texted me, bro. And you don't have to worry about me, I won't be any trouble. You know I ain't gonna bring anyone around or anything, I don't make messes, and I'm only gonna be here for a short time!"

“So what? Doesn't mean I should let you stay here! Why would I want your freeloading ass hanging around?" Jared's protests seemed a bit overboard to Mark; the older dragon didn't seem that bad, not like he'd caused a lot of problems or anything like that. He wondered if it was something he wasn't aware of, or just sibling rivalry.

“Heh, figured you'd be a little hesitant...but I was ready for that. How about this, I'll pay ya both a month's worth of housing costs, and food as well! Surely you gotta be open to that kinda deal!"

“Wh...h...how can you afford that?"

“Severance, bro. They had to give me something for fucking over my job. So whaddaya say? Willing to take that offer?"

“Ngh…" Mark could tell Jared was having an inner fight, the money conflicting with his clear desire to not have the other dragon around. But it wasn't much of a fight for him - a month's worth of board was a heck of a wad for him, and he didn't see much drawback to having the older dragon around. Heck, Craig might serve as a bit of a break from the constant bickering between him and Jared. So he decided not to let the chance to have his say pass by.

“Hey, I'm all for it. I'd be happy to have you pay me to just hang around for a few weeks."

The look that Jared gave him might have been fatal under the right circumstances. It wasn't one that had a lot of power over him, though, and he simply smugly grinned back. The way the cards were falling was clear and Jared knew it. “Fine. You can stay...but you'd better not cause any problems, or I'll be more than happy to kick you out!"

“You got it, bro!" Craig shot Mark another grin, and the human felt a slight prickle in the back of his neck. He seemed subtly grateful, and also subtly suggestive...maybe he was just misreading it, but maybe there was something more to the look. And Mark wasn't so sure he didn't want there to be...but it was too early, he needed to learn a bit more about Craig before contemplating anything like that. It wouldn't be good to jump in blind and then find out that was a bad idea.

---

Mark's sense of caution didn't end up lasting very long. Within just two days, the elder dragon had rather easily gotten into his good graces - indeed, he couldn't see why Jared was so annoyed with him being around. Maybe it really was just sibling rivalry.

Craig was definitely different from Jared, despite the clear familial undercurrent. For one thing, he was almost continually jovial and amiable, a far cry from the distant and somewhat standoffish front Jared put up. He had this deep, booming laugh that seemed to come out quite frequently, loud like thunder but engaging as well, making him feel at ease despite the shock of it. At ease was another good description of Craig - he seemed to just be always laid back and relaxed, unbothered by just about anything. Mark didn't get the sense that he was lazy, the way he spoke about his work it was clear he knew what he was doing, worked hard, and did it well...but he didn't seem to ever get stressed out or uptight like Jared did. Maybe it was just the intensity of the contrast, but he rapidly got used to Craig, and got to liking him.

And he couldn't deny, the dragon was hot. He got an eyeful the first morning where he ran into Craig coming out of the shower; the towel he had around him barely covered the important stuff, and what wasn't covered had him almost drooling. He looked like a male model, just the right balance of bulk and tone to look amazing without being excessive, and proportioned nearly perfectly, his arms and legs just the right thickness for his torso. Though Mark was gay, he didn't usually find himself with strong feelings of want...the strongest he could remember came when Jared was being aggressive with him. But Craig was making him want, so much...he didn't say anything but he was sure Craig knew it, his staring hadn't exactly been subtle.

He was a decent cook, too - nothing too flashy but what he did make was tasty. And he wasn't shy about cooking for them, calling it a bit of repayment for letting him stay there. Jared didn't seem that enthusiastic about it but Mark noticed that he wasn't refusing any of the food being offered - even he wasn't going to abandon some good cooking for typical college fare. By the third evening, Mark already knew that he was going to miss having Craig around if for no other reason than the home cooking.

“How'd you learn to cook like this, anyway?" Mark asked as he finished his meal. He hadn't eaten so well since his last trip home, and was a bit over-stuffed from it all. “They didn't teach this in home ec."

“Hah, too true! Had to kind of teach myself, with a bit of help from some friends who had it down a bit better than I did. I don't cook so much for myself, every now and then I need something other than pizza and ramen, though. But for others, you gotta give them something! You two should get into it, the earlier the better!"

“Man, I barely have time for the stuff I have to do, I probably don't have time for that right now. But eating this stuff makes it tempting."

“Well, then, maybe I'll just have to give you a crash course before I leave! I'll teach you everything I know...shouldn't take more than a few minutes, I ain't got too much up here!"

“Whaddaya mean? You're an engineer, that's hardly mindless work! You've gotta be pretty smart, you shouldn't sell yourself short!"

Craig waved his hand dismissively. “Nah, I'm nothing special! I've always had something for machines and stuff, and just enough math ability to make a career out of it! But Lil' Bro here's the real brains of the family! He breezed through high school, top of his year, some of his teachers kept a running tally of how often he corrected them during their classes! He's the one who's gonna be doing the groundbreaking work, for sure!"

“Craig…" Jared said darkly, sounding less than enthused about the direction the conversation was going.

“Well, it's the truth! You got the brains, I got the brawn. Put us together and we got it all! Though I guess we both wished we could get a little bit more balance in the distribution. We've had our jealous moments of each other, for sure..."

“Heh, I can see why. You've got a body most people would be jealous of, I certainly wouldn't mind looking like you!"

“It's pretty nice for working with heavy machinery like I do! But I see some of the things Jared can do, I'm just blown away...makes me wish I could swap a bit of muscle for mind muscle sometimes...but hey, we've each got our own strengths and weaknesses, best to take advantage of them!"

Mark nodded. “Yeah, you're right...it's good to accept who we are. I've had some troubles with that in the past, but I'm trying to do a better job with it. Erf...I overate a bit, I'm gonna head up and lay down for a bit."

“Sure thing! Let me know if you want some company up there!"

“Y-yeah, thanks!" Mark stood up and hurried upstairs, trying not to let his face get red until he was out of sight. Had that been a proposition? Maybe...what if Craig was actually interested in him that way? He certainly didn't want to say no, but there was always a risk of pissing Jared off...he didn't want to care too much what Jared thought, but he did have to live with him, and if the blow-ups were already bad, he just risked making them worse. Still, his mind was definitely going back to the image of Craig's body as he laid down in his bed, and the stirring in his groin at the thought was telling him a pretty clear story…

---

Once Mark was out of earshot, Jared turned on Craig. “So fuckin' help me, I don't care if you're twice my size, I will DECK you."

“Whaddaya mean, Lil' Bro? What's the problem?"

“You know exactly what I'm talking about! Maybe I have to put up with you being here, but Mark is off limits! You don't get to fuck around with him!"

“So that's your damage, eh?" Craig shot him a carefree grin. “Got a thing for him, do ya?"

“Not on your fucking life! I can barely go a day without having an argument with him over some stupid shit. He fights me on everything, and is constantly driving me crazy! I couldn't have a 'thing' for him if he was the last guy on the planet!"

“Ah, so you've been keeping it down for me? Glad to hear it. But c'mon, bro, look at him, you can't tell me you don't wanna tap that."

Jared glowered even darker. “I have, several times. It doesn't mean I want him, he's just convenient. He's a tight hole and I don't have time to go out finding guys all over the place. So I suck it up. The moment something else comes around, I'll be done with him."

“Ever think that attitude of yours might be a reason you'd have a tough time getting a guy? You need to loosen up a bit, Jared. I get you're how you are, but cool and haughty doesn't win the guys, you know?"

“I don't need you to tell me what to do. I'll live my life, you live yours. Farther from me, preferably."

“Well, I tried. But don't worry, I won't be in your hair that long, the time'll fly by and I'll be out before you know it."

“Good, you'd better be. And keep your damn claws off of Mark." Jared steed up from his seat and headed upstairs in a huff. Craig sighed a bit as he watched him recede, then returned to his typical grin.

No promises, bro. I've seen how he looks at me...and you pretty much said you don't really care about him. I think perhaps we need to see how true that really is…

---

Over the next three days, Craig went into action, as sneakily as possible to keep Jared out of the loop. He knew he could handle the younger dragon just fine, but it would be all the better if that little complication wasn't there, since it might have an effect on Mark that wouldn't have been so desirable. And Craig very much wanted to be the one to have the effect on him.

He spent a fair bit of time around Mark, all innocent on the surface, just chatting with him and getting to know him better. It wasn't just playing around, he did genuinely want to get to know him better, even if there was also an ulterior motive. And Mark was all too eager to talk with him, plenty of griping about Jared intermingled in talking about himself and getting to learn more about Craig. It seemed like he was almost desperate to talk to someone in a civil and friendly manner...Jared clearly wasn't providing that. It also gave Craig plenty of time to observe him, and there was definite interest from the human, just from the way his eyes danced over the dragon's body...and the tight, revealing clothes Craig shifted to only upped that dancing.

Clearly, it wasn't going to be tough to entice Mark, but Craig wasn't planning to half-ass it. Shirtless workouts in the main room, his muscle displayed prominently to Mark as he passed by; 'accidental' brushes with his hips or tail against the human's rear or groin as they passed in the hallway, teasing him ever so slightly; timing his showers so that the human could get the perfect eyeful of almost all of him every day just as he was getting out of his own shower. Mark was taking the bait each time, going red and staring, and there were so many obvious tents in his shorts that it looked like he was on the verge of popping.

And then, on the evening of the third day, it all came together beautifully.

Craig had just been doing one of his workouts, Mark getting a nice view of him and staring for a good few minutes. After working up a nice sweat, he headed up and climbed into the shower, letting the hot water steam down on him, giving him a good washing. Nothing like a nice hot wash after a good workout to feel fresh and relaxed...and he was getting plenty relaxed, playing with his slit and getting his big, thick dragon cock out into the open. He didn't typically jerk it in the shower, but it was the least rude place to do it in a guest's house, at least without permission to do it elsewhere.

Just as he was getting started, he heard the door open. He peeked over the curtain and grinned; it was Mark, who seemed to either be deliberately avoiding looking at the shower or just not paying attention. In perfect position to be surprised...and this surprise would be one that Mark would not forget.

Mark didn't appear to be using the toilet, just washing his hands, so he made his move. He shut the water off and pulled open the curtain, giving the human a full frontal view of him with his thick dragon dick jutting out into the open. Mark seemed to look up almost on reflex, and his eyes went wide, jaw dropping open a bit as his vision was filled with immeasurably sexy dragon. For a second Craig was almost worried that he was going to pass out, but he stayed upright, albeit clinging tightly to the sink.

“Whoa! Sorry, man...didn't hear you come in, was kinda lost in my business, heh." He tried to make it sound as authentic as possible, but at this point he doubted Mark would've noticed. He cracked a grin at the almost catatonic human, flexing a bit and thrusting his hips forward. “You likin' what you see here?"

Slowly Mark closed his mouth and swallowed. Even more slowly, he gave Craig a nod. His heart was racing a mile a minute; all the teasing over the past few days, he knew that Craig was putting the moves on him on some level, and really, he'd been wanting those moves. But he still hadn't been ready for this, it had shorted out his brain momentarily.

Craig stepped forward and leaned down, grinning widely at him with his big, sharp teeth. “Well, I always like to hear that...but what I hear is, as great as seeing is, it's even better to feel." He trailed a claw under Mark's chin, lifting his head up to look right into his eyes; even as nice and friendly as he sounded, there was still a vaguely threatening image in the human's mind, there were just too many sharp objects to ignore. And it was making him feel even hotter. “Do you want to go to your room and...feel it all?"

Mark's mind screamed yes. His voice was not nearly so aggressive. “Y-yes...please…"

---

Mark didn't even get a chance to get undressed after reaching his room. Craig seemed to be more than happy, and more than eager, to do it for him. The big dragon grabbed him, lifted him, and pulled down his shorts and boxers in a swift motion, almost violent - like he was clawing through them, except he didn't even nick the fabric. He then tossed Mark on the bed, again gently yet forcefully...like from the moment he entered the room, it belonged to him, and Mark was just there to do as he was told. And somehow, he didn't mind that.

Craig pulled Mark's shirt off, and as the fabric was drawn away from his face, Mark saw nothing but dragon in his vision. Those powerful eyes sent his heart fluttering...oh, Craig was laid back all right, but there was no question, if he wanted to he could take CHARGE.

“Why don't you show me what you've been doing with Jared?"

Of course he knew. Whether Jared told him, or he could just sense it...it didn't matter, all that mattered was that he had to do it, the idea of refusing never entered his mind. The dragon's hand reached to the back of his head and pulled him up, up into the imposing, alluring crotch. The shape of Craig's dick was a perfect match of Jared's, pointed at the tip and smooth all the way down, thick and a deep red...but it was significantly bigger than his brother's in length and girth. He'd learned how to deep-throat Jared, but that wasn't going to happen here...but he could still use his tongue and his hands.

Craig growled quietly as he felt Mark's mouth wrap around the tip of his cock, and then take a couple inches in. The human's tongue hit just the right spots on his cocktip, while his hands worked his ample shaft. “Ah, yeah...just like that...damn, you're doing pretty good for a first-timer with this kinda meat." He chuckled a bit as he heard Mark hum appreciatively from below. Shit, he loves this kinda stuff. Impressive that he's managed to hold his own against Jared. His hand encouraged more, pushing Mark to his mouth's limit down the cock...not even a touch more than the human could handle, but only just short, making him work his tongue over as much as he could.

Mark was straining, but perfectly happy to do so. He was getting plenty of Craig's thick scent in his nose and plenty of his pre on his tongue...and it was delightful, perfect for a sexy beast, thick and manly, just like Jared's. It had almost the same taste, just a touch stronger...not as different as he might have expected from the much bigger dragon, but that wasn't a problem at all. He loved it, he almost wished he could bathe in it. He'd never been THIS overwhelmed before...but Craig had a way of doing it to him. And he didn't even have to force it.

He felt a clawed hand on his neck, gripping him and pulling back...the dragon cock was removed from his mouth, allowing him to gulp down air again. Just a little, though, before he was roughly grabbed and flipped onto his stomach, Craig's weight pushing down on him and making breathing a challenge again. The snout brushed up against his ear, a commanding whisper entering almost sneakily. “What do you want."

Even that sensual whisper was incredibly sexy, sending a shiver down Mark's body. “C-craig...please...rut me...like...you've always wanted...to rut someone…"

“With pleasure." Strong hands shifted, pinning his upper body down on the bed, raising his rear in the air, where it met the soaking tip of that dragon dick. It brushed against the cleft of his rear, than pushed through, seeking out its target and rapidly finding it. The pointed tip wedged its way into his pucker, putting him in prime position to be rammed as hard as Craig possibly could...he knew it was going to be hard, it was going to leave him aching and sore, knew it would probably hurt at first and maybe all the way through, and he didn't even care. He needed it so badly, he pushed slightly against the tip, trying to goad him in.

Just as Craig wanted it.

The dragon snarled and powered inside the human's hole, stretching it obscenely on that thick staff, slapping into the rounded cheeks with a loud smack. Mark let out a very quiet, very strained cry - it felt so much MORE than he had expected, in every way - more stretch, more pain, more mind-blowing pleasure. It almost made him black out just from the intensity of it, but he hung on, clinging to awareness with a desperation he rarely possessed. Craig stayed still for a brief moment, allowing him just enough time to regain his composure, which he was very grateful for...but as soon as he was there, he wanted it again, as hard and fast as he could get it.

And Craig was more than happy to oblige. He drew himself out slowly, letting his thick tool drag lustfully against those clenching walls...and then slammed in again, and this time didn't hold back for a second. Each heavy, forceful thrust allowed him to spank the human's sensitive cheeks as his cock plunged deep inside his body, forcing him to yield to the sheer power of the dragon. Mark's moans were quiet, but it was more his lack of air than anything - he might have been screaming if he'd had the breath for it. His body was on fire, the pleasure a constant raging blaze through him that might have consumed him entirely if he let it, and he sorely wanted to let it.

And on the other end it was just as good. Craig never got to let loose like this - how often he'd heard others tell him to go gentle, especially humans. Mark's willingness, desire for it, was incredible, and he was relishing every second of it - the way that tight hole clung to him, slid against his flesh, warmed him and pleasured him, he had to fight to keep it going and not just lose it right there. Certainly not before Mark had his own release...but he'd had practice, and he knew just enough tricks to keep himself in the game. His pace shifted slightly here and there, changing things up to allow him to compensate for the intense pleasure and keep himself in check, while doing all he could to get Mark to go off like a firecracker.

It wasn't taking long - Mark was so aroused that he could barely contain himself almost from the start, and he wasn't nearly as good at holding back. He fought valiantly, but squirming around the massive invader and punishing his prostate was making that a losing battle. Every clench just seemed to make the pleasure hotter, and bring him closer to the finale…until the strain snapped something in his brain, making him go blank as the climax hit, and he forced out one more strained sound. “Jar…"

Juts as he said it, Craig snarled and rammed in one final time, shifting the human's rear up higher as he bent Mark with more force, allowing his cock to shoot more freely underneath him. A deluge of draconic sperm flooded the human's insides, rapidly filling up the little remaining space that wasn't occupied by dick. The fullness was hardly registering with the overwhelmed human, who'd gone totally limp and twitching with wild pleasure, mindlessly aware of the hot wet load stretching spots inside him, the pulsing along the length of that tool as it seeded him, the claws gripping his body almost possessively...he felt owned, blissfully owned.

Every second that he filled the human was a second of perfection for Craig. Oh, Mark felt so tight, especially when tensing down while he came, and he loved the feeling of pouring jizz into a welcoming hole, feeling it squish around him and make the contact even more pleasant. He kept grinding himself against human, trying to work every single drop he could out of his productive balls...it was just too good, he didn't want the pleasure to end, he could have gone another two or three rounds, but there was no question Mark didn't have the energy for that, he had to make this one last.

But it had its end, as they all did, and finally he tapered off into nothing. With a heavy sigh, he pulled out, grinning at the copious leakage from that stretched-out rectum...Mark was going to awake to a rather sticky mess tomorrow, he would probably want to help the human with any laundry that was needed. He stood and stretched, letting his messy dick recede back into his slit; nothing was more satisfying than a good fuck, and that one would definitely keep him happy.

Heh...but I think I learned another little tidbit about this guy. Very interesting...

---

Craig was feeling mighty pleased with how things had turned out as he stepped out of Mark's room, his loins nice and sated from the rough romp with the human. Not even the heavily stoked presence of Jared not far outside the room could bring him down; the littler dragon was in a right fury, but he wasn't nearly big enough to be intimidating to Craig even as he tried to get up in his business.

“You fucker! Not even one week! I told you he was off limits, and you couldn't even go one fucking week without bedding him! What the hell is your problem, first you drop by completely uninvited and then you go fucking my roommate when I don't want you to!"

“He wanted me bad, bro. C'mon, you can't say you didn't see the way he looked at me. I can see why you got your rocks off in him, though, he's a fucking awesome lay, most humans don't like it when you get aggressive like that."

“I don't wanna fucking hear it! I want you gone, out of my life and out of my business! You had no right to do that-"

“How come?"

Jared sputtered a bit. “W-what?!"

“How come I had no right?" Craig wasn't even remotely fazed by the tirade; he knew Jared better than anyone, and he was pretty sure he knew what the deal was, but he was going to make Jared come out with it. “I thought there was nothing between you two. You said you didn't have a thing for him, he was just a convenient hole. So why do you care that I nail him? He's not your boyfriend."

“What...that's...that's beside the point!"

“No, it ain't, bro. If he was your boyfriend or something, I might be inclined to hold to some boundaries, but you said you aren't into him, there's no boundary there. So what're you so antsy about?"

“It's not...you can't...gah! Just shut up! He's mine, you can't just...swoop in and take him like that!"

Now they were getting somewhere. “That doesn't jibe with what you've been saying, bro. You said you two weren't together-"

“We're not! But he's still mine! And you can't have him! You think you can have it all, all the time, why can't you just back off?!"

“Hey, I'll back off if you've got a real reason for me to. But if you don't, well, seems to me like Mark can make his own decisions. And he ain't gonna pick you if he thinks you don't want him."

“I didn't say anything about that!"

“You didn't have to. Bro, you gotta stop feeling so inadequate. You're a brilliant guy, you're not any less a dragon just because you're on the small side."

“Fuck. You." Jared's eyes glittered with anger, but also a good bit of hurt; Craig could see the watering in them, the same that he'd seen years ago in the younger dragon's frustrations. “You have no idea! No clue what it's like! You look like a god, everyone compares me to you and I'm always worse! It never mattered one bit that I was top of the class, you had the brains AND the body! Everyone liked you better, they never wanted me! I didn't have a real goddamn date all through high school, they just wanted you and tried to, to use me to get to you! I had people laughing at me, like, because I wanted to be dominant and aggressive, they said I wasn't big enough! I suffered through that for years, the ridicule and the pity and all that shit, just so that I could get away and not have YOU hanging over my head all the time! And now I finally fucking had something and you come along to fuck it all up all over again!"

“That wasn't my aim, bro, and you know it."

“It doesn't fucking matter! You show up and everyone thinks you shit manna, and I get left in the dust! It's always the big hung studs, no one's gonna fucking settle for a runt when they could have you!"

“What makes you think that? It's not like I'm gonna be around for that long, and you had every chance to take Mark like that for, what, the past year? Maybe he'd find me hot, but I doubt he'd cheat on you if you two were together. And he enjoys the aggression, you'd have a great chance at him if you actually wanted it."

“I do want it! I've been wanting it for a goddamn age!"

Craig smirked. “So you do have a thing for him." Jared went silent, glaring daggers at his older brother. “Oh, don't give me that look. If you really didn't have a thing for him you wouldn't be flipping out at me. You're attracted to him, aren't you? How long has it been? Bet you've never told him either, have you?"

“No, I haven't fucking told him! He's not...I don't…this isn't as easy for me as it is for you!"

“What's the challenge? You like to be aggressive, he likes to be taken that way, seems like it'd work pretty well. Unless you want him to be unwilling or something…"

Jared's eyes flared again. “No! Of course not! I'm not a fucking rapist! I just want to...I want it to be more than...more than just me being aggressive, I want to...OWN him. Like, have control, more than just getting rough, I want to be able to order him, and him to want to be ordered. I want him to get into it...he likes the aggression, I figured I could...work up to that."

“Not something you can just work up to without him knowing it, bro. But that's secondary...if you like him so much, what's with all the arguing? You said you two fight about everything, if you like him, why don't you cut him a bit of slack and stop the fighting already?"

Jared deflated a bit, averting his gaze and mumbling something.

“What was that?"

“I...I like it when he fights back."

Craig's eye ridge went up. Now this he hadn't seen coming. “You like it?"

“It's...exciting. It gets me turned on, riled up, whatever you call it. It was mostly annoyance at first, but I just, I got into it after a while...and then the first time, when I got him under me, it was...god, it wouldn't have been half as satisfying if he hadn't been bitching at me just minutes earlier. It felt good, like I was really...really in charge. I just...I argue with him because when he argues back it's energizing, I store it all up until I can't hold anymore and then just go to town. I can't just...I'd get bored if he were submissive all the time, I need someone who pushes back, at least...at least sometimes. Maybe sometimes I want him to be submissive, but not...always."

“So you can get angry and powerful and feel like a big beast of a dragon like me, right?"

The younger dragon's jaw tightened. “Fucking...all right, fine, yeah. You happy now?"

“Ain't about me, broski. Never had to be, you just made it that way. You hid the truth from yourself, pretended it was something it wasn't. Now it's out in the open, you know it as well as I do. You think you're gonna get what you want this way?"

“...No."

“Damn straight you won't. You got a roomie who thinks you're a good fuck but who thinks you hate his guts. He's the kind of guy who could be game for what you want, but you're pushing him away. Because you already decided that he could never want you, and you can't make yourself believe it, you have to push yourself until you lose control just to get over your insecurity. That's no way to get what you want...you gotta make the right move, give him a reason to go with you. You do that, you'll probably find he'll be into it as much as you are."

Jared folded his arms and looked down. “Like it even fucking matters now. He rode your ride, your dick's probably the only thing on his mind anymore."

That only got a chuckle out of Craig. “You GOTTA stop feeling so inadequate, bro. Size ain't everything. Besides, I know he finds me sexy, but I'm pretty sure my dick alone ain't gonna cut it. Seeing as even though I was giving him the fuck of his life, in the end I still heard him moan YOUR name, not mine."

The smaller dragon did a double take. “What?!"

“Yeah, pretty clearly, though I don't know that he even realized it. Think he's got a bit of a thing for you, too, that he might not be coming out and saying because he thinks you hate him. So, maybe time to think less about size and more about your real goal?"

Jared's tail twitched and he shuffled a bit awkwardly in place; it reminded Craig of his brother's more awkward years in school, the way he was when he was nervous about something. Clearly he hadn't fully gotten past that. “You...really think I can, at this point?"

“Bro, if he wasn't willing to still give it a chance he wouldn't be here. Now c'mon, let's put that brain to work getting you where you wanna be."

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In the next couple days, Mark was noticing significant changes. Jared, who had been kind of avoiding Craig before, was spending more time around him, and he was being much less argumentative and hostile towards Mark than before. He wasn't entirely sure what was going on, but perhaps Craig had laid down the law with the smaller dragon, or maybe there was some jealousy going on over the sex...Mark certainly held no illusions that Jared wasn't aware of what happened, but the smaller dragon seemed to be taking it surprisingly well.

It made it hard to suggest to Craig they go for another romp, though, which was a bit frustrating. And, he realized, might have been the point: maybe Jared was trying to keep him from banging Craig again. Well, it might work for a while, but Mark was sure it wouldn't last, and he wanted at least one more chance before the elder dragon had to hit the road. It was a nice change from all the angry fucks...those had felt good, but they hadn't felt that level of good, the kind of good that apparently turned him into a drooling slut.

Gods, that was such an embarrassing display...I can't believe I acted like that. Jared would never let me hear the end of it…

Yet, he had a feeling he'd be hard-pressed to stave it off again in the heat of the moment. Maybe on some level he liked the idea, of being the bitch to a dragon...well, kind of, not totally, just sometimes. And not to someone that otherwise treated him like trash.

Except, now Jared...wasn't. He was getting off Mark's back about little things, pulling what looked like his share of the housework, and actually trying to talk to him civilly. If he didn't know any better, he would have said the dragon was trying to be nice to him...and for that, he didn't really know why. But he couldn't say he didn't like it.

He didn't find out until eight days after his romp with Craig. It was late evening, he'd just pulled off his clothes and was planning to head to bed when his door opened. He jumped a bit, going red, when the two dragons entered the room; Craig was sporting his usual grin, but Jared looked wildly nervous. He stood still, not saying anything, not knowing what to say; something was going on, but he couldn't figure out what.

With encouraging nods from Craig, Jared finally stepped forward, timidly at first, but then with more certainty, closing the gap between him and Mark fairly quickly and coming right up against Mark, their bodies almost touching. Another moment's hesitation, and the dragon's hand wrapped around his arm and gently pushed him back...Mark didn't know what possessed him to let Jared do it, but he moved with him, stepping back with him until they reached the bed, the pair's eyes never leaving each other. Slowly, he allowed himself to be pushed onto the bed, with Jared on top of him. He could feel the dragon's shaft rubbing against his, but he was making no move to put it in...and Mark was still clueless about what was going on, until finally Jared spoke.

“Mark...I'm sorry."

He was certain he misheard. But he was about to get a lot more mind-blown.

“I've been a total dick to you for almost the whole year we've lived in the same building. And it's because of something you never even did. I...wanted you, from the start. But...I grew up always being told that I...I couldn't be dominant, aggressive, controlling...that I was too small, too weak, not worth the time for anyone who could be...interested in something like that. And...I just...automatically decided that you thought I wasn't good enough for that...and I was...angry. At you. For my own...stupid self-hate. And I took it out on you, got angry at you for dumb little things. And...you didn't deserve that."

“...No shit." It wasn't a hostile response, more one of confusion and shock. That was the reason? His own issues? Well, different issues than what Mark had suspected, anyway.

“I'm trying to stop that. And I know I can't take this whole year back, but I want to be less of an asshole, and get over myself. And...I want to try to make it work with you."

“You...you do? You mean...the...the angry...sex?"

“Not like that. That was...me getting angry enough that...I could just...forget about my issues and force you to do what I wanted. And...I want you to do what I want. I just...don't want to force you."

Mark was becoming more and more aware of the dragon's body against his, the lean muscle pushing against his thin frame, the thick shaft dribbling precum onto his own...very hard, very aroused member which rubbed eagerly against Jared's. “What...do you want?"

Jared took a breath, and rubbed his other hand against Mark's chest. “I want to...to own you. I want you to...belong to me. To obey me. I want...you to come to my room on command, and swallow my dick to the hilt, or bend over and take me, on a moment's notice. I want to make you wear a collar, with a tag with my name on it...and, when I feel like it, a cock ring that locks you up nice and tight. I want to have you lick my cum off the floor, and plug it in your ass so that it sticks up in you. I want to cuff your arms and legs and make you helpless as I fuck you, and sleep in my bed with my dick still lodged in your ass. I want to take you to clubs and...and pimp you out to...to big-dicked meatheads, let them use you as they want...and then be the one to take you home at the end of the night."

Had this been Jared two weeks ago, he'd never have entertained the thought. Heck, he was pretty shocked he was even entertaining the thought NOW...though, if it had been Craig, he wasn't sure he would have spent two seconds thinking on it. But if Jared really was going to be nicer, was going to not yell at him constantly...those ideas were surprisingly hot. But he could tell there was more. “And...and what else?"

Jared swallowed. This was a fantasy he wasn't sure he should share, should even dare to consider, but…to him, it was the ultimate expression of ownership, something he'd fantasized about for years and even dreamed about Mark allowing him. “I want...I want...to...at some point...for a while…after I've tied you down, and gagged you...to steal your cock...make mine grow...give you a tight, hot cunt...and then fuck you hard, and pump my load into you, and lock you in until I feel like giving it back."

No wonder Jared had hesitated, that was wild. Even wilder, it actually sounded sexy...too much, for now, for sure, but...maybe not too much forever. “Maybe...maybe that…"

“So...you'll do it?"

“...If you really are...if you really are better, nicer...then yes...I'll do it. And..." Mark swallowed hard. “If you...show that, for...for long enough...I'll...even let you do that."

“I promise." The excitement in Jared's face was all too obvious. “I may not be the biggest guy, but...I'll do everything I can...to make sure you feel owned...and happy." His cock slid against Mark's once more, dragging down to the human's hole. “I can show you...right now."

Breathlessly, Mark nodded. “Ungh...Jared...please...make me yours."

That dick suddenly plunged in, driving to the hilt in one go. Mark's voice moaned out his pleasure; having taken Craig's just as hard, he was aptly prepared for Jared's, though he had definitely tightened back down in the eight days without any action back there. It felt good, though, pleasant, exciting...however, Jared didn't take it the typical way from there. He drew out slowly, thrust back in with force, but more modestly than before. It was very clear - this wasn't a wild, ruthless fuck, this was Jared as he wanted to be, deliberate and imposing. And Mark liked it a lot.

So did Jared, whose breaths came sharp through clenched teeth. This felt more visceral, more real, more like he was really getting into Mark's body and mind and cementing his place. And without anything holding him back this time...well, without himself holding him back. It hadn't been Mark, or Craig, or anything else...and he still had to learn to keep it in check, to make sure he didn't ruin things again. But he'd started...and this, this would be his reward if he kept with it.

He heard footsteps behind him...right, Craig was still there. He'd sort of wanted this to be his moment with Mark, but...Craig had set him straight, he'd shown Jared what he'd been doing wrong, how he'd been thinking wrong...he couldn't deny Craig any access to Mark, not while he still crashed there, or any other time he visited, the other dragon had earned that right...what he didn't expect was to feel his OWN tail being lifted by a powerful clawed hand, and the wet tip of a thick cock at his own entrance. “Craig? The fuck?"

“Heh...easy, bro." Craig's hand stroked down the back of Jared's neck, in what seemed like a soothing gesture. “If Mark can handle it, I'm sure you can...and I ain't going nearly as hard."

“Y-you...you're my brother…"

“And? I've been wanting to do this for a couple years now...relax, bro, and let me show you how good it can feel."

He never would have imagined he'd hear THOSE words out of Craig. And while part of him wanted to tell the elder to fuck off, another part of him...felt it was only appropriate, to show Craig his appreciation for what he'd done for him, and an apology for the way he'd treated him before. So he tried to relax himself, steadied himself inside Mark, and nodded. “Okay...g-go ahead…"

With that assent, Craig pushed in - slowly, gently, knowing he was breaking in his brother for the first time. The tight, strained, yet fairly pleasured soft cry coming from Jared was a good sign...and almost perfect to his ears, almost exactly how he'd imagined it. This had been one case where he didn't want it rough, he wanted it slow and passionate, to hear the slow course of ecstasy pour out of that snout rather than the anger and pain that had been so frequent...and seeing that tight hole in front of him had proven to be too much. But he wasn't here to interrupt what Jared was doing with Mark...and he was sure he could get what he wanted without being in the way.

Jared could hardly have imagined what it felt like, to be filled so completely full up, the way he was now as he felt his brother hilt inside him. Was this what Mark felt with him? Or what he'd felt with Craig, maybe...it felt better than he expected, he'd never thought he would want to be on the bottom like this, but...maybe it wasn't so bad as he thought. Definitely a heavy pressure, he could see how it could hurt if done wrong...which meant he'd be able to understand it with Mark, and would be able to keep that from happening, as much as possible. Maybe it was a good thing to learn, after all…

Craig slid himself partway out, and then stopped. It took Jared a moment to catch on to the cue...he pulled partly out of Mark as well, and moaned as he felt Craig shift forward as he did, impaling him again, not all the way in but a good depth...and then backing out as Jared slid forward, burying himself in Mark again. So that was how it was going to go...he didn't think he'd mind that. Craig wouldn't be having too much effect on what he was doing with Mark, but he'd get what he wanted...just like he'd been doing the past several days. And Jared was more than fine with that.

It was an awkward rhythm at first, but steadily got smoother as they got into it. Craig would go in as Jared pulled out of Mark, and then draw himself out as Jared's body crashed into the human again. For Mark, he could clearly tell that Craig was there, but barely felt it in what Jared was doing to him, could almost feel the respectful distance between them...which made Jared's impact on him all the stronger. It felt really good, better than he'd anticipated, to be used gently but thoroughly by the dragon. Jared wasn't just fucking him, he was dragging his stomach across the tip of Mark's leaking dick, tweaking his nipples, licking his neck, gripping and rubbing him in controlling but sensual ways. It felt like he was working his control in little by little, and Mark was accepting it without a hint of regret. The idea of this passion mingled with the desires of the dragon for what he would do to him were a tantalizing combination, and getting more attractive by the second.

The speed slowly started to build in all of them as the pleasure starting to rise beyond the level of control. Especially for Jared, caught between two potent stimuli, his prostate getting deeply massaged and then his cock getting swallowed by a tight hole, he was straining to keep from letting loose, and it was making him less steady in every motion. He was almost forcing himself back on Craig now, no longer unnerved by the meat in his ass but relishing it. He's always wanted to have his brother's cock...maybe part of that was always wanting to have it in him. For all the nights he'd obsessed over it, perhaps there was more to it than just envy. And if it felt this good…

Maybe, he'd want to give himself to Craig that way.

The thought was almost out of nowhere, and yet, surprisingly alluring. Craig had always been able to deal with him like no one else could...he'd always felt powerless and impotent against him, not just because of his size but because he could never rattle Craig, never get him out of sorts. He'd seen it happen before, Craig wasn't immune to uncertainty and doubt and vulnerability any more than any other mortal being...but Jared had never been able to put him there. It had made him angry and envious, he wished for ages that he could be just as unflappable, it had fed into the fears and doubts he had that he could be as powerful as he wanted to be with someone...yet, Craig had won as always, and it had worked to his benefit. In fact, it had never really been at his expense, not without him making it that way...maybe if he let it feel good, it would always be that way. Maybe he'd want it that way...and maybe it was good for him. Craig putting him in his place had made him a better person...maybe he needed it, to be put in his place more often, to keep him humble and help him keep from letting that toxic self-loathing back in to spoil things.

With mental images like that, keeping himself in check became more trouble than it was worth. He thumped down onto Mark, suddenly pounding his cock into the human's hole at top speed. In just a half-dozen thrusts, he went over the edge, crying out along with Mark as his seed began to pump into his human. Underneath him, Mark too reached his climax, the moment before the last thrust the trigger that started him off, plastering cum against the dragon's stomach and chest as he felt his filling come hard and deep. It felt like a seal, a contract, an admission to Jared that he was indeed owned, had already given himself over...and that felt so exciting, so enjoyable, so right.

Craig gave them a few moments to empty themselves, to revel in their reforged bond...but he wasn't about to be left in the dust. And he had noticed the change in Jared, the way he'd reacted to him...the younger dragon was too engrossed in Mark to have noticed him grinning, as the devilish thought was planted in his head. Suddenly Jared felt a weight on his back, and only had a moment to prepare before Craig started slamming into him, hard and fast, pummeling his insides and forcing his spurts into Mark to be more intense. It clicked rapidly in him, the parallel to what he'd done to Mark, a clear signal from Craig what he was planning...and he let it come, spreading himself a bit and allowing his brother his conquest.

A low, rumbling growl signaled the end, he felt Craig pound in once more and unleash his thick seed deep inside him. A quiet moan escaped him as he felt the heat and warmth in his body, and the little flip of a switch in his mind as he surrendered fully to his brother. His heart pounding almost in time with Craig's cock as it filled him deeply, helping along his last few spurts into Mark. The human was straining a bit under the combined weight of the two dragons, but not struggling, just squirming a bit in continued pleasure...a sight he could almost envision himself in. All the things he'd imagined doing to Mark, he could imagine Craig making him do...and who knew what other tastes Craig might have, to pleasure and inspire him?

As Craig's final spurts were issued, he pulled himself out of Jared, letting the last of his seed paint the rears of the younger dragon and the human, squishing around where cock met hole. His weight was released from the two, offering Mark some relief from the hefty load. He and Jared were panting heavily, almost in time with each other as they finally disengaged...the dragon pulling out of him and removing his touch was almost a sorrow, a definite sign that he was wanting more of it. He was more and more sure by the moment that this was going to work...something had definitely changed in Jared, and he was looking forward to it.

Jared's legs were shaky, he leaned onto the bed to keep himself upright. “That was...way better than anything before...I'm sorry it took so long."

“Can always make up for lost time, bro," Craig replied, grinning down at him. “But who said we were done?"

“Uh?"

“We went pretty easy...I think we left enough in Mark's tank for another go. Maybe spearing him on my dick while he sucks the mess off of yours, giving him one more thing to remember about you when he sleeps. And then…" Craig leaned down, almost imposingly, over Jared. “Maybe we can head over to your room, and I can show you personally how I drilled him the first time. Because something tells me you might want to know what that was like."

Jared flushed deeply, but it didn't stop him from nodding. Craig was good at getting what he wanted, and getting others to want it that way too...he could learn a few things from him. And if Mark could handle being owned, surely he could, too...and maybe, they'd all be better off for it.