Flamedramon grabbed his mask as he passed through the kitchen. While going up the stairs, he could hear Digitamamon doing his end-of-night checks. Making sure the doors were locked, the fridges and freezers closed, and the like. Flamedramon headed up the stairs, following the trail of scent left by two excruciatingly horny Cyberdramon. Flamedramon couldn’t help feeling a twinge of pride; both at how attractive they found a Flamedramon, and how skilled he was at arousing and teasing males. 

Though, ironically, calling it pride was, in a way, humility. In truth, Flamedramon didn’t want to be the best, or crave worship for his skill. He just wanted to make men feel good. Better than good. Flamedramon was a toy, a tool. Being used, doing the best he was capable of, adding more pleasure to the world. That was all he desired.  

When he entered the bedroom, they were waiting for him. One Cyberdramon that wanted to use a new toy. And one Cyberdramon that was becoming infatuated. Who was finally meeting someone that shared that spark, that desire, that made Flamedramon so good at this job. 

The two Cyberdramon were easy to differentiate after their talk earlier. Being digimon twins, their data sync made them nearly physically identical. Between a rubber suit covering nearly every inch of their body, and a silver mask covering their face, every visible detail was the same. But the one sitting on the edge of the bed, legs spread, bulging rubber proudly displayed. Casually looking around the room, impatiently waiting to fuck. Ace. 

Zed was standing, arms crossed over his chest. His head was downturned in thought, analyzing his performance downstairs. Thinking how he could win a contest of strength when their stats were identical. Which of them would be bigger. Zed’s thoughts might as well be projected above him for Flamedramon to read.

Both their attention turned to Flamedramon when he set his mask on a nightstand near the door. He looked between the two, making sure to give each his turn of ‘eye contact’, spare the mask covering their faces. 

“I hope I didn’t keep you waiting too long.” Flamedramon rumbled in his sultry tone. 

“Of course not.” Zed piped quickly, arms lowering to his sides. Ace just shrugged, a lecherous grin on his muzzle. Between the crotch bulge and grin, it was impossible to miss how horny the mon was. Horny, and a touch drunk. 

“Excellent. The next contest is… hm…” Flamedramon feigned indecision, looking between the two again. This time, down at their groins. “… Must be getting pretty soaked in those suits huh? Rubber doesn’t really breathe.” 

Ace snorted and lolled his head back. Zed flushed a little, though Flamedramon wasn’t sure if it was in reaction to the teasing, his brother’s impatience, or both. 

“We’ll do the attack power. Let your slits stew just a little longer.” Flamedramon rumbled lustily, winking at Ace when he looked back up. Flamedramon’s tongue traced his lips as he eyed Ace. Ace licked his lips in return. A steamy puff of breath left the champion level’s muzzle. He pushed up and stood, nodding. 

“Whatever you want… Just want my claws on those slim blue hips…” Ace growled lustily. 

Flamedramon kept speaking as he made his way to the restroom. 

“You seem pretty sure you’re going to win huh?” he asked while grabbing one of his bulbous, flame-patterned gauntlets. He turned back to the bedroom, returning as he slid his right arm into the armor. 

“Yeah… Zed’s a softy.” Ace growled, grinning over to his brother. “And even if I lose… Won’t mind wrapping my claws around those blue horns. Win-win really.” 

Flamedramon snorted, operating the claws of his gauntlet and securing the fit. “Guess you won’t mind going first then? A cyber nail attack should be sufficient.” Flamedramon mused, lifting his arm. He pointed his gauntlet at Ace, spreading the claws fully open, his elbow slightly bent. 

There went all the confidence and bravado, Ace just going still for a moment. 

“… I was just going to punch, not …” Ace faltered. 

“You do not want to disappoint Flamedramon.” Digitamamon suggested, making his way to the bed. He climbed up on it, carrying a large drink in one hand. When Ace looked over, he continued, “Seriously. If he says use an attack, do it. And don’t pull your punches.” The egg took a sip of his drink, yellow eyes peering at Ace. 

“Just some friendly advice.” Digitamamon finished, just as he was sitting back against the headboard to watch the show. 

“… You know it’s a data disrupting move, right?” Ace questioned. He was balking, over-thinking. Flamedramon could understand; if they had only become a Cyberdramon recently, regulating attack power could be difficult. 

Flamedramon turned just a few degrees, pointing his gauntlet at Zed instead. 

“Cyber nail. Everything you’ve got.” Flamedramon rumbled. 

Zed reared back and lifted his arm, bearing his claws. “Cyber nail.” He snarled, activating the attack data within his program. Flamedramon watched curiously, eyeing the purple digital energy building in Zed’s paw and claws. They slashed downward, Flamedramon catching the attack right in the center of his gauntlet. The purple energy broke apart, dissolving against the gauntlet and fading away. 

“Good boy.” Flamedramon cooed to Zed. The Cyberdramon was still holding his claws to the gauntlet, frozen at the end of his attack. He suddenly pulled his hand away, loosing a low sigh as he stepped back to make way for Ace. 

Ace stepped forward and lifted his claw, just as Zed had. “Cyber nail.” he growled, his pride smothered by his brother’s boldness. His bared claws glowed purple, building digital energy just as Zed’s had. Ace slashed down, Flamedramon catching the attack just as he had for Zed. Again, the purple energy fizzled away against the gauntlet. 

“Was that really giving it your all?” Flamedramon jeered playfully, drawing his arm back.

 Ace nodded a little, stepping back to stand beside his brother again. “It was my maximum attack power.”

Flamedramon slid his gauntlet back off, setting it aside on a dresser. 

“Well we know who won that round.” Digitamamon laughed. He quickly hushed himself at the slightest glance from Flamedramon. He played it off, bringing his drink to his shell window, black muzzle extending from the shell to sip. 

“Data sync. Our attack power is identical.” Ace rumbled, without looking to the egg digimon. Digitamamon just gave a quiet ‘mmm’ in response, resuming his role as voyeur. 

Flamedramon approached his soon-to-be-lovers, a paw extending towards each of the Cyberdramon’s groin. He squeezed and massaged both of the twin’s groins, kneading the bulge behind the rubber. Both had certainly extended from their slits; at least, in part. Flamedramon could feel the distinct shaft shape even through the thick rubber armor. 

“Mmm, finally… my favorite part of this competition.” Flamedramon teased while going down to his knees. The position put his head barely below the crotch level of the Cyberdramon twins. Closer, he could see the seam in the rubber, black metal teeth fitting together in a zipper. Near the top hung a small black loop, indistinguishable from the armor from more than a couple feet away. 

Zed reached out and caressed Flamedramon’s horn while the fire digimon worked. Both of the brothers scooted closer, turning partially toward one another. Flamedramon felt his tail swish as his horn was teased, another favorite of his. He hooked a claw of each paw into the black loops and pulled down. The zippers parted with a wet, slick sound; the stretching sound of industrial rubber; and the faint ‘zzzp’ of zipper teeth separating. 

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