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(Author's note: A Sisiutl is a Native American sea serpent with two heads. I thought it'd be fun to represent a culture that isn't brought up often with my spin on it.)

[DoubleTrouble says: Can't make it to the cabin tonight. See you sometime early in the morning. Can't wait to see you in person!"]

Sawyer sighed in disappointment. He flew across the country to Oregon to meet Gaz, just for him to already be making excuses. Was this going to be another ghosting? He didn't know if he could handle another rejection. Why did he keep subjecting himself to this? Long-distance relationships were hard to figure out, and even the most committed couples would be hard-pressed to make them work.

Pushing his long grey hair back from his face, Sawyer pulled it back into a ponytail, staring down at his phone while thinking of something to say. On the off-chance that Gaz wasn't ghosting him, he didn't want to be rude. The dating scene for a man pushing 50 wasn't exactly the best if you didn't want to date some barely legal pretty boy with daddy issues. It was hard to find someone who wanted to spend quiet nights watching tv cuddled on a couch. He didn't want to miss out on an opportunity for the perfect man.

[SaltAndPepper says: Oh, that's fine. I'll let myself in, and we can talk in the morning. I hope everything's okay.]

Taking a deep breath, Sawyer reached below the doormat and pulled out Gaz's spare key. It was a good sign that it existed, he supposed. Guys didn't just give you access to their homes if they didn't want to meet you. Maybe Gaz was being genuine.

Woah. When Gaz mentioned the cabin, Sawyer wasn't expecting the luxury that met him. He wasn't sure if the cabin could even be called a cabin. Decorated with what he assumed to be a Native American theme, it was spacious enough to be a house, with a massive widescreen television, an overstuffed couch, and winding stairs leading up to what he assumed was a bedroom. A realistic bearskin rug completed the look, roaring soundlessly with taxidermied features.

Was Gaz rich? It would certainly explain why he never wanted to talk about his profession. It could have been some test to be sure that Sawyer liked him for his personality instead of his money. Somehow, the thought was comforting. Maybe Gaz was busy with work and didn't want to reveal any details.

Sawyer's phone vibrated, and another message appeared on Monstr. With receding dread, he opened the app and felt a flutter in his chest.

[DoubleTrouble says: Help yourself to anything in the fridge. Extra blankets are in the closet next to the bedroom if you get cold. A new bed was just delivered. Extra soft, so it shouldn't hurt your back, and we sprang for silk sheets. We miss you already.]

We? It had to be a typo. Oh well, it didn't matter. Gaz was thinking of him! He remembered Sawyer's back problems and tried to make him comfortable. How thoughtful. Sawyer was over the moon, imagining how he'd greet his boyfriend for the first time. Would it be too forward to answer the door in the nude? A year of dating seemed long enough to take it to the next step.

Taking the steps two at a time, Sawyer raced to the bedroom to unpack. It was just as luxurious as the rest of the house, with large, fluffy blankets covering a silk sheet and enough room for at least six people. A floor-length mirror sat at the end of the bed, and Sawyer took a moment to adjust himself.

A doughy older man stared back at him with grey (but still full; thank god) long hair, matching eyes, and a full bushy beard. He sucked in his stomach and tried to flex his aging physique, sighing as his arms bulged, but the six-pack he was so proud of stayed tucked under years of stress eating. It would be fair to call his stomach a twelve-pack now- fuck, he even sounded like a dad. Why had he wasted his hotter years figuring himself out?

Giving his armpit a sniff and recoiling at the musky scent built up over a four-hour plane trip, he stepped out of his clothes and searched for the shower, blatantly ignoring his reflection. He didn't know if he could handle the anxiety of watching his fat ass bounce.

Hours later, after a long shower and a few other unmentionable preparations for a nighttime rendezvous, Sawyer stepped from the bedroom in the nude. (Gaz never professed a preference, but there was always a chance he would want to top, and nothing ruined the mood faster than "Hold on, let me run to the bathroom and clean myself up.") Thankfully, despite the chilly air, his body hair was enough to keep him warm until he visited the closet and picked out a fresh blanket to drape himself in.

A lazy yawn shook through him as he descended the stairs. Gaz wouldn't be home for several more hours, and Sawyer's time at the airport took a lot out of him. Gaz wouldn't mind if he dozed off on the couch watching TV, would he? Once again, it was such a dad thing to do, but naps on the sofa were always so much better than lying in bed, and this way, he could surprise his boyfriend when he came home.

Unfortunately, Sawyer only made it a few minutes on the plush couch before the soft fabric cradling his back called to him, and he melted back into it, the dimly lit cabin fading to black around him. The remote slipped from his hand, and his head lolled to the side before he could turn on the TV.

A curious sensation woke the dozing man from his sleep, radiating from his lower half. Darkness surrounded him, and as he blinked away the blur of sleep, he let out a soft groan. Sensations built, a slick rhythmic sound filled the air, and he realized his cock was buried in something hot, wet, and filled with suction. Fuck, was that Gaz? How did he get so amazing at sucking cock? All he could do was curl his toes, spread his legs, and let the man go to town beneath the blankets, working his steel-hard cock like a seasoned porn star.

A pair of lips met Sawyer's, pulling him into a greedy kiss, and he eagerly met them, tilting his head and accepting an oddly shaped tongue into his mouth. At first, the sensation added to the blowjob, making him squirm with delight until his sleep-addled brain connected the dots. If Gaz was blowing him, how could he be kissing him?

Sitting bolt upright, Sawyer tried to squirm from his unknown lovers, only to be stopped by a pair of clawed hands on his chest. Filled with terror, he stared at them, his chest heaving and his brain scrambled, trying to question his situation. All he could manage was "Gaz? What?" before a reptilian finger pressed to his lips.

"We're sorry if we startled you. You were cute, sitting there with a nice juicy tent and a smile. We couldn't resist waking you." A curiously banded red, green, and white serpent materialized from the darkness. He reached past Sawyer to flick on the light, revealing a golden pair of eyes to match his inhuman appearance. Toned muscles reminiscent of a swimmer's faded into a long tail below his navel, and serpentine coils sat underneath him like a seat of scales.

"You. You're- What?" Sawyer threw off the blanket, revealing an identical serpent bobbing on his oddly still aroused cock with closed eyes. He debated pulling the creature from his dick, but he couldn't rule out teeth, and fuck; it still felt so good.

"What's wrong, sweetheart? Are we not what you expected? We made it very clear that we aren't human when we first met you." Seeming almost hurt by Sawyer's reaction, the serpent coiled itself next to Sawyer and tilted its head, resting against his shoulder. "Or do you find us ugly?"

"No, you're-" Sawyer searched for the words to describe the serpentine splendor coiled next to him. Gaz was magnificent, with shiny, smooth, colorful scales and pretty golden eyes. Even his sharp teeth, displayed in a smile, were white. "You're beautiful. But, um, who's he?" The human pointed to the reptile currently deepthroating his dick, feeling himself throb further.

"We are Gaz. Both of us. We share the same consciousness, despite separate bodies. It's a quirk of our species. Twin souls, bound at hatching, never alone again." Gaz trailed off as his twin broke his succulent service to kiss his way along Sawyer's shaft, coaxing a pearl of precum to smear across his tongue. "We hope you don't mind. We can do so many things for you that we could never do alone."

Reeling at the strange confession, Sawyer reached out to caress the snake between his legs, biting his lip as soft lips lowered themselves to kiss over his fuzzy balls. "So you can feel everything he feels?" He spread his legs further as Gaz's doppelganger took his balls into a gentle suckle, winking up at him as his neglected shaft bounced and drooled over smooth scales, leaving a slimy trail.

"Mmm. Yes. We can still taste how sweet your cock is when it's dribbling approval in our mouth and the gentle salt of your balls, mixed with the scratchy sensation of all that fuzz. How clean you smell, and the undercurrent of masculine funk at the base of your shaft. Every pulse and throb hardening that big juicy sausage for us. Exquisite." Nuzzling into Sawyer's neck and stroking his shaft with one soft hand, Gaz let his tongue slip out to roll over sensitive flesh, his free hand lifting spit-shined balls for his twin's muzzle to explore below them.

"So, like, telepathy?" Sawyer was rapidly warming to the idea of two capable lovers, and the longer he spent under Gaz's tongues, the more excited he was by their smooth scales and inhuman features. Of course, the oral muscle exploring his ass with deep-delving licks helped. "I always thought all that psychic stuff was just mumbo jumbo."

"Oh, sweetheart, we assure you it's true." He leaned in, nipping at the human's earlobe and whispering into it. "How else would we know that you've been playing with your ass recently. Such a yielding, soft little pucker, accepting our tongue without complaint." Abandoning his stroking and licking his maw, Gaz's trailed down Sawyer's body to join his twin, sheathing the human's aching length in wet luxury. With practiced ease, the twin snakes worked Sawyer from both angles, melting him into a pool of overstimulated panting.

"I- Can I- In your mouth?" Sawyer managed to groan out amid their dual assault, his toes curling and his legs kicking ineffectually at the floor, held down by four arms. The only answer was speeding bobs, throating his cock to the root, and soft suckling at his hole while a talented tongue danced over his prostate, so he let himself careen over the edge, his belly heaving.

Gaz's maw stopped its overeager deepthroating the moment the human began to squirt, withdrawing until only the fountaining head remained within his maw. Still, stroking fingers milked him for everything he had, and that talented tongue swirled over his tip, prolonging the intense pleasure until he felt he would die. Thankfully, they relented once his orgasm petered off, and he flopped free from Gaz's mouth, watching as they withdrew their mouths from his spent body.

In a show that was no doubt meant for him, their maws came together, and silvery strings of Sawyer's cum exchanged between them on delving tongues, slicking scaled lips before they swallowed in unison. Coils slithered onto the couch on either side of him, and those talented maws gently kissed along his neck while hands from either side felt his chest, weighing his pecs with curious fingers.

"You're fucking amazing. I haven't cum that hard since I was a teenager." Relaxing into massaging hands, the human tried to ignore his insecurity over his chubby self and instead focused on Gaz's twin bodies. "Do you two- Do you want to?" He pantomimed a handjob as claws dipped into his navel.

"You are so cute. It's been a while since you've had a lover, hasn't it?" Gaz laughed as one of his bodies took the lead, slithering on top of the human and guiding his hands down to where a pair of soft cheeks would be if he were human. Peeking red flesh prodded against his half-hard manhood, oddly cool to the touch but slowly pulsing to life. "Perhaps you'd like to take the lead? We've never heard any complaints." Relinquishing his hold and offering himself, the snake man spread his reptilian slit, showing off an emerging pointed cock and a glistening hole beneath it while leaning back against the couch's arm.

"I don't want to crush you. Are you sure? I'm a bit heavy." Torn between wanting to stuff himself into Gaz and not wanting to hurt his ophidian lover, Sawyer leaned over the enticing sight, letting his cock flop between slit lips. Gaz's hole was strangely cool but slick, and the soft entrance promised a tight fit, clenching beneath his cock.

"Oh, don't worry about us. We're flexible." Came an answering murmur in his ear as nibbling kisses trailed along his shoulder. "And you, sweetheart, are perfectly proportioned. Soft, yet muscled, and oh so delightfully masculine. We will never tire of this beautiful body. Never malign this perfection" A gentle prod teased against Sawyer's hole, reminding him of the unique fun he could have with twin lovers, and he bit his lip as greedy scaled hands massaged his pecs, their fingers finding his nipples.

Self-doubt disappeared in favor of rising need, and Sawyer surged forward, sheathing himself within Gaz's hole in a single thrust. Welcoming arms drew him in close, and though he tried his best to hold back, Gaz's entrance squeezed as if begging for deep rutting, and he couldn't resist, his lips meeting the snake man's in a cum-flavored kiss while his hips moved on their own to work his cock deeper into the moaning snake.

Soft coils wrapped around the human's legs, enveloping most of his body with undulating ophidian flesh, and Gaz's chest pressed against his back as his tapered, thin shaft slid home into Sawyer's tongued open hole. "Oh, stars, you're so warm inside. We need more." Came a hungry murmur as the snake stuffed himself to the hilt, sandwiching the humping human between his two halves.

Speechless and growing more confident by the minute, Sawyer stuffed himself into Gaz with wild abandon, every tug free from clutching depths pushing him back on slippery snake dick. Cold-blooded flesh grew warmer with each moment in his embrace, and the snakes seemed to grow more energetic with the added warmth, pressing themselves closer to his body and rewarding his rutting with feverish nibbles and roaming hands.

"Need- Just a bit- more." Gaz trailed off before he could finish each sentence, pounding his pulsing shaft harder into Sawyer until, in unison, both snakes stiffened and started to fountain their messy approval. Teeth dug into his shoulder as the snake underneath him thrashed, his moans dying on the human's tongue and his inner walls clamping down, wringing Sawyer's cock like a silken fist.

Not far behind the twin snakes, Sawyer bottomed out, filling Gaz with a fresh load. Sloppy kisses continued for what seemed like hours until his cock dripped its last and retreated from Gaz, leaving his slit dripping with a glaze of drooling seed. He collapsed onto the snake man, his mind blanking with the intense release he experienced.

"As we said, we're flexible," Gaz murmured in one ear, pulling the human closer and wriggling under him like a scaled body pillow. A slight weight pressed down from above, and a teasing nibble accompanied a whisper in his other ear. "And oh so willing. We meant everything we said. We enjoy your company."

"We've meant to ask you something, but we wanted to wait until we met you in person." Reptilian fingers caressed Sawyer's chest and stomach, and flicking tails teased his legs, wrapped loosely in serpentine coils. "Will you stay with us? It's been so many centuries since we've had this sort of connection with anyone. We can provide anything you need."

"Y-You want me to move in with you? So soon?" Sawyer snapped back from his post-orgasmic floating. Was he ready to take the next step? Time spent with Gaz was delightful, and their messages were the highlight of his day, but Sawyer only met them today. Could he commit to something so spur of the moment?

"We know this is a lot to ask. We're sorry if this puts you on the spot." Gaz's hugging arms enfolded him from what felt like all directions, and a litany of kisses trailed over his body as though tempting him. "It's selfish of us to ask, but if we let you slip through our fingers, we'll regret it. We know it."

The sincerity in Gaz's words set Sawyer's heart aflutter, and he felt like a teenager again. Would this be another repeat of his first crush when he was too indecisive and scared the man of his dreams away? No. Fuck it. He was too old to play those shitty sorts of games. There was only one answer to Gaz's question.

"Yes."