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	Zaryusu Shasha cupped his hands, the cool water on his fingers nice as he splashed the liquid on his face. His clawed fingers curled on the simple bowl, staring at his reflection. Forest green eyes gazed back at him, with the umber scales on top of his head growing out over all of his limbs and backside, always on the top. Beige underplating ran from his jaw and under every limb, his torso also being the same. On his chest was a red marking, one meaning traveler, one who left his tribe to explore the world outside. Stepping back, the lizardman let his webbed fingers scratch at his muzzle, letting out a sigh through his nostrils. It lowered to his scarf, which served as a weapon holster that ran diagonally to his hip and back up. He scratched idly at the thicker umber scales above his waist wrap, a simple covering over his groin to be modest. One of his hands smoothed over it, a flush taking hold as he grabbed at the light imprint of his dick in the loincloth. A small groan escaped him, his flush deepening before he sighed and sat on his cot. His weapon, Frost Pain, a treasure of the lizardmen, sat nearby. It resembled a three finger talon a little. It hadn’t been overly needed, as they were still training under the powerful lord of the dead, Ainz.
	The hour was late now, a few candles lighting his room. Another sigh escaped him as the chilly night air wound into his area. How he longed for his mate to cuddle with. His eyes closed as he imagined his dear Crusch Lulu, the albino female he had taken as his own. He could vividly remember her form, the light markings on her scales, the feel of her insides as he fucked her full of his seed. Eyes snapped open, his fingers curling around the bed as he felt blood rushing between his legs. Curses, he didn’t need that now. Moving from the thoughts of his mate, he thought about something less arousing. Thoughts drifted off towards the numbers he ran or the ideas he needed to implement into their training. And Ainz. Yea, the undead were quite a mood killer, he thought to himself as he breathed a bit easier.
	Deciding he was needing sleep, Zaryusu undid his garment, letting his lizard hood dangle free over his plump balls. The balls were the same beige as his under plating, but his dick only started that way before it faded to a redish pink. His face burned as he stared at himself, watching it lightly expand as he throbbed with need. He ripped his eyes off himself as he went around the room, blowing out the candles one by one. The half full moon shone through his window, giving him the barest of visibility. Stretching himself, the lizardman was about to head to bed when he tensed up, light flickering behind him. He held his breath as he waited for whatever was coming.
	“Brother.”
	An exhale eased the tension from Zaryusu’s body as he turned to his brother Shasuryu. Even in the dim light of the single candle, the lizardman could see his brother fully in his mind. They were similar in build, though Shasuryu’s colors were slightly different with his back ones being a forest green as opposed to umber. What truly stood them apart was that Shasuryu was bigger and broader and had numerous scars littered across his body. The one that came to mind was the one on his chest, lightning in shape that barely missed his genitals. A flush came to the younger lizardman’s face as he recalled his brother’s lizard hood, shaking his head to clear the image from so many times together. Shasuryu was not much of one for clothes, wearing a simple leather flap as a loincloth, straw-like material around the back of his neck and a leather holster going over his shoulder and waist. Tonight, the weapon hilt didn’t peak over the older lizardman’s shoulder. Actually, nothing was adorning Shasuryu tonight. Zaryusu stopped his thoughts to speak.
	“Brother, what are you doing here?”
	Shasuryu walked in, placing his candle next to one of the younger lizardman’s own. “You are stressed, Zaryusu.”
	Zaryusu ran a hand over his head. “Is it that obvious?”
	“Yes.” Shasuryu turned around to face his brother, crossing his arms over his chest.
	“It’s been hard being here, training.”
	“And away from Crusch for any relief.”
	A blush overcame the younger brother. “T-that is not your concern!”
	Chuckling issued from the older lizardman. “I was meaning a rub down, though it seems you had other ideas for what she would do.”
	Curse Shasuryu to lead him on. Curse his mind to be fixated on sexual release. Curse to whatever was trying to make fun of him. A low growl rumbled in his chest. “If all you wish to do is humiliate me, I must ask you to leave.”
	The elder lizardman scratched at his belly. Zaryusu’s eyes followed the hand, his peripheral taking in the same scale pubes. If he just let his gaze drop a little…He shook himself mentally from his stupor, eyes snapping back up to his brother’s. His own mind an enemy of the night, desiring things it should not. His brother’s expression turned pensive, looking away for a moment before he looked back at the younger lizardman. Shasuryu stepped forward, bringing a hand up to tilt Zaryusu’s head up to meet his gaze. The younger brother was about to make a retort, possibly about personal space, when his body froze, eyes wide and mind fried. The older lizardman had pressed their snouts together, nose to nose. Zaryusu’s brother’s warm, rough and yet soft, lips were pressed against his own. It felt like hours before the lizardman’s rationality came back, his arms coming up to push against his older brother’s firm, muscular chest and step back. A shudder ran through Zaryusu, he didn’t know if from desire or disgust.
	“B-brother! W-what are you doing?! Have you lost your senses?!”
	The response he got made him freeze in place again. There was a low, almost ‘kreeee’ like sound coming from Shasuryu. A lizardmen mating noise. The younger brother’s heart pounded in his chest as the older approached again. There was a sharp inhale as the elder lizardman’s hand cupped the younger’s genitals, rubbing the balls and cock head very slowly and softly.
	“You need to release tension, Zaryusu. I will assist.”
	Even though his mind was blank, his body reacted, his length slowly expanding with his older brother’s hand lightly caressing his orbs and shaft. The other hand was stroking his chest and belly, taking special care to trace the symbol. He let out a soft whimper, shivering.
	“We…I…mates…?”
	Shasuryu’s voice was low and husky as he responded, “We’re just brothers helping each other.”
	Zaryusu let out a soft mating noise of his own, a more shy and reserved one. It was all that was needed as the older lizardman gripped his dick and pumped away at it, making it stiffen and rise. The hand moved from his dick to his chin, raising his snout as the elder brother’s muzzle met his again, this time Shasuryu’s tongue probing for entrance. The younger lizardman gave it, feeling the wet appendage sink into his muzzle and feel about, dancing with his own tongue. The smaller brother groaned into the other, his hands roaming over the scarred chest and slowly sinking one lower. As he grabbed Shasuryu’s hard shaft, Zaryusu couldn’t help but think of how he had never thought of another male like this. It was awkward but felt so good. He shifted his fingers along the length, getting a breathy hiss of pleasure for his reward. The older lizardman pulled back, breathing heavily as he stared intently down at the younger. Zaryusu shivered at the hungry look his brother had, one that stayed even as the larger one slowly knelt.
	Hot air washed over the younger brother’s cock, pre oozing from the tip as he watched. Then the tongue appeared, snaking out to slide from the base to the tip of his length. Letting out a gasp, Zaryusu soon was rumbling in his chest as Shasuryu repeated this, lapping up any pre that leaked from his needy arousal.