A Dragon's Heart

A KnB Fanfiction

Chapter 1

Disclaimer: This is a yaoi heavy story. If that is not your thing, I won't feel bad if you decide not to read it. I got the idea for this from a prompt on Tumblr and the poster of the prompt has given me permission to create a story based around it. So here it is!

He loved the sky. Loved the rush of the wind while he rode on the back of a magnificent beast that was noble and prideful. They were beasts of legend, held in high regard as not only partners, but trophies and even pets if they were small enough. Nothing was better than flying through that sky, on their back, but that was not something he was afforded, as he was grounded and had been for months.

Daiki Aomine, a dragon rider with a reputation, was not at all happy about being stuck on terra firma. He was a good rider, one of the best, and he belonged up there, but without a dragon, there was no chance of getting his feet off the dirt. He was stuck doing remedial jobs, day in and day out feeding, clean and caring for other people's dragons. He hated it, as he was a lieutenant in the rider division of the King's army, but he had no choice in the matter. His last incident hadn't sat well with his superiors. Any of them.

With a heavy sigh, Daiki finished polishing the leather of a rider's saddle before hoisting it up on his thick arms that flexed hard with muscle and put it back into its proper place; A cubbyhole along the wall where all the riders kept their saddles. It was such a warm day, and being stuck inside the equipment lauder was not his idea of a good afternoon. Sweat beaded down his caramel skinned forehead, clumping his midnight blue locks into dreads and his tunic was so drenched that it was sticking to his chiseled chest. His mouth was dry and his throat was hot, and with the last of the saddles polished, it was finally time for a break.

Using his already drenched shirt to dry his forehead, he stood from the wooden stool and headed out into the stables that were absolutely not any cooler. The air was grossly hot and the rays of sun that beamed in through the open windows was misted with moisture that was thick and stale. It made his eyes sting as he stepped outside, giving his dark blue eyes a moment to adjust before going to the trough filled with luke warm water. Even the shade was hot.

Without a care, Daiki dunked his head and let it run down his neck and back, soaking him further, but even warm, it was cooler than the air around him. He slurped a mouthful from his hand to wet his mouth before spitting it onto the dusty ground, but when he looked up, a squadron of riders flew overhead in a V formation.

"Assholes." Daiki grumbled to himself, drying his face on his shirt.

"We all know you are, so there's no need to remind us."

Daiki didn't even react to the voice he knew all too well, but he was used to it yelling at him for whatever reason, or another. He simply finished drying his face as the other man walked up, wearing a cloth gray tunic and pants that were tucked into knee high leather boots. His tunic was darkened with sweat and his chin length black hair was dreaded from even more. It only took Daiki a half second to know that he had just returned from a flight and he finished drying his face and looked over, his eyes met the narrowed ones behind their glasses.

"What do you want?" Daiki scoffed, letting his shirt drop back down.

"To find out if you've finished in the lauder." The man said, his extremely narrow eyes seemingly smirking at him.

"Just did. Let me guess... You wanna dump your saddle on me too, right?" Daiki said condescendingly and with a side long glare as he cupped more water over his head.

"Not at all. Just making sure you haven't passed out from heat sickness." The man said with a gentle smirk.

Daiki huffed, "Bullshit."

"You're certainly frostier than usual today." The man said, his voice lofty and grating against Daiki's nerves.

"Gee... What gave that away?" Daiki's brows furrowed.

The man sighed as his soft smirk vanished, "Look, Aomine... You know why we can't assign you another one. You've gone through three already and with the broodmother in her year remission, there simply isn't a dragon to spare."

Daiki gripped the edges of the trough, "That's crap, Imayoshi and you know. I'm not keeping my feet on the ground for a whole fucking year until the next brood comes around."

"You have no choice. You know damn well the King is pissed off with your stunts and it got your last dragon killed. He isn't willing to throw anymore lives at you just to keep you in the ranks." Imayoshi said, crossing his arms.

"So that means what? You're stripping me of my rank?" Daiki asked sternly as he stood up straight.

Imayoshi shook his head, "I didn't say that. All I said is His Majesty isn't willing to keep you in the ranks. Not that he's taking your rank."

"So what do you want then? Did you come by just to give me shit?" Daiki snarled.

"No... Though it is fun, but there actually is some news I have for you." Imayoshi said with a return of his gentle smirk.

Daiki's eyes narrowed, "Then dish it and leave me alone."

"So abrasive... The King has decided to give you one last chance, but you're going to have to work for it." Imayoshi said with a light in his voice that only made Daiki more irritated.

"If I have to clean one more dragon stall, I swear I'm just gonna off myself." Daiki growled, pursing his lips together.

"That won't be necessary, Aomine. Since you're irritating, brash and hotheaded, why not pair you with an irritating, brash and hotheaded dragon." Imayoshi said, his smirk growing across his face as his voice nearly sang with his hidden insults.

"Wait a second... You just said there weren't any to spare." Daiki said, arcing a brow as he dried his hands on his tunic.

"Any broodlings to spare. However, there is one that I think will compliment your... personality nicely." Imayoshi said, his narrowed eyes opening just enough to give Daiki a shiver down his spine.

"It's not a broodling? How in all the fucks are you expecting me to bond with an adult?" Daiki snapped at his commanding officer.

"He's not an adult. He's an adolescent."

Daiki threw his hands up, "Because that makes it all better! Why the hell isn't this one bonded then?"

"Because he's exactly like you."

"Fuck off." Daiki crossed his arms.

"Now now now... Don't be so vulgar." Imayoshi said without even a flinch, or trip in his demeanor.

"So what's the deal? Why is he not bonded?" Daiki asked, drawing a deep breath to huff it out in a sigh.

"Besides his demeanor, he's unapproachable. No one can get close enough and if someone manages to, they usually end up extra crispy with a side of fire roasted potatoes." Imayoshi said, clasping his hands behind his back as he took a step up to the trough.

"Oh good... That's great motivation." Daiki rolled his eyes.

"He's killed three guards and two stable hands, and that's just to name the Humans." Imayoshi said as he cupped handfuls of water over his soaked hair.

"You're batting a thousand, Imayoshi. Keep digging." Daiki scoffed and rolled his eyes.

"He's dropped a dragon himself."

"Wonderful... And you keep this prick in the stables?" Daiki asked, arcing a brow once more.

"Oh, heavens above... No no no. Not at all. This one is kept in the Hold." Imayoshi said before splashing the water into his face.

"Wonderful! That's awesome... Really! That's fantastic to hear! You're offering me a dragon you keep in the Hold who's got six bodies on his head! It's good to know all my years of service have garnished such an offering!" Daiki boomed, throwing his hands up in defeat before running them back over his hair.

"That's precisely why the King is giving you both one last chance." Imayoshi said with all his amusement gone from his voice.

Daiki's words caught in his throat as he regarded his commanding officer, eyes narrowed and lips parted with confusion. He looked around to see if anyone was laughing, that maybe this was a joke, but with only he and Imayoshi standing near the trough, he started to think that the man was actually serious. That scared him more than anything every could.

"What happens if this doesn't work?" Daiki asked, releasing a long sigh before planting his hands on his hips.

"I would've thought that was obvious. If you can't tame this one's wild demeanor, you'll be grounded for good and the dragon will be put to death." Imayoshi said with his smirk in returning.

Having been a dragon rider for years, Daiki could read people just like he could read a dragon. Imayoshi's posture was firm, confident and his expression was neutral much like it always was. There was no reaction to his words, leaving him with the only choice, but to accept them as truth.

With a soft exhale, he crossed his arms and squared his shoulders.

"When do I start?" Daiki asked lowly as he gripped both biceps and rolled out his neck.

"Immediately. The Hold is expecting you, but I'll give you this one warning; Don't turn your back. I'll pray that I see you tomorrow." Imayoshi said just as he turned and left with a half-assed wave back over his shoulder.

Daiki was dumbfounded; Completely and utterly without words. He wanted to be happy that he was being given one last chance, but at the same time, the idea that it was with a homicidal and sadistic dragon wasn't exactly sitting well in his gut. In his years, he had trained dragons, broken dragons and even birthed a couple from a few broods ago, but never had he had to face off with one that would rather turn him to ash just for being there.

With a sigh, Daiki headed down the stone street, stepping around several horses and crowds on the way to his barracks. As a rider, and single with no children, he was assigned a bunk in the rider barracks. It was free housing and the meals were guaranteed that he didn't have to struggle to make himself, which meant that he got to pocket all of his earnings if he didn't end up blowing it all at the tavern, or on women.

He pushed open the door to the barracks and groaned at the feel of the hot air. The stone of the walls did nothing to help keep the place cool, as they had gotten heated from most of the day's sun and were baking the inside. It was an oven, which meant getting cleaned up wasn't really an option.

He sat down on his bunk and pulled his trunk out from underneath it, rifling through his few belongings for a clean tunic. He pulled a blue one out and shed his tattered, sweat caked shirt and tossed it into the hamper at the foot of his bed before pulling the new one on and rolling up its sleeves to his elbows. He let the laced neckline hang open to help him stay cool, but before leaving, he grabbed a heavy cloak from the hook on the bed's post, draped it over his shoulders and headed for the stables.

As the Hold was a ways away, getting a horse was the only option he had to get there before nightfall. He was given a plain brown steed, a gelding whom was more lazy than useful, but he was obedient and large enough to handle Daiki's 6'3 form. He slipped a foot into the stirrup and hoisted himself up into the saddle, taking a second to settle himself before clicking his tongue and coaxing the horse forward. The heavy hoof falls were in perfect rhythm as he walked down the streets, winding his way towards the large portcullis that was opened high and guarded. He walked over the bridge that spanned the water fill mote, but it wasn't until the horse's hooves hit dirt that he slapped the horse's haunch with an open palm.

With a hard jolt, the horse broke out into a gallop, pounding down the dirt road that would eventually take him to the Hold; A place where secrets were kept and souls disappeared. The rush of the wind through his hair helped to cool him down, as it billowed down his tunic to cool his caramel skin. The sun was still hot, but with his horse at a full stride, he got a reprieve from the heat.

The ride to the Hold took some time, long enough for the sun to each its evening horizon and paint the sky deep oranges, yellows and reds. The edges of blue danced over the distant mountains on the other side of the sky and he knew that he wouldn't return before dark.

The fading light made the Hold look ominous, casting it in shadow as the marker fires burned in their bowls. The high stone walls were walked by guards armed, all gripping the leashes of their dogs and armed with swords and arrows. The closed gate was never out of someone's line of sight, never opened unless someone had business to attend to within its depths. The Hold was underground, a dark place where criminals and cast-outs alike were thrown to be forgotten, but there was a second part that was larger and above ground. That was where they kept things larger than Human.

Before reaching the gate, he steered the horse around the wall to the back where the large, stone dungeon was dug into a the hill to provide more security for what lurked inside. The entrance was closed and guarded and the fires had already been lit to light his way.

"Halt! Identify yourself!" Called a guard as Daiki stopped the horse and slid off the saddle.

"Lieutenant Daiki Aomine; Second in command of the 3rd rider division under King Akashi." Daiki said, his voice carrying to meet their ears as he grasped the reins and started towards them with the horse content just to follow.

"Ah... We were informed you would be coming... Not real sure you'll be leaving though." The other guard chuckled.

"Shut it. Take my horse to the stable and give him food and water." Daiki ordered sharply.

The guard immediately snapped to attention before taking the reins, leaving the other guard to open the heavy wooden door that was reinforced with iron bolts and bands. The air was much cooler and he was no longer sweating, settling his mood and as he stepped through the door, he stared down a long, darkened and fire lit corridor that was lined with more heavy wooden doors with small barred windows.

"Last one on the left!" The guard whom had opened the heavy door called down to him.

"How's he been today?" Daiki asked, looking back over his shoulder as he settled his cloak over him.

"Grouchy... Like always. Don't go inside, or you ain't coming out." The guard said.

Daiki just huffed out through his nose before he started to walk again, drawing in deep, settling breaths to calm his nerves the deeper into the Hold he went. He started to hear the heavy planting of large claws, the weight of it enough to tell him that the beast they belonged to was far bigger than a meager broodling. He heard the crunch of hide dragging over dirt and the rustling of leathery wings shuffling to find comfort. There was no question in his mind that this dragon was a good size, which meant, he'd have to be extra vigilant.

"Figures he'd leave that part out." Daiki grumbled to himself as he stopped at the heavy and bolted wooden door.

He peered through the small window, but stayed a step back, trying to see what was inside, but he only saw blackness. He knew something was in there, as his ears could hear the deep guttural popping of a growl and more shuffling. He waited and watched, his eyes only blinking when needed so he didn't miss any glimpse of the beast inside. He knew better than to approach a dragon head on, as he had learned that in his first year. The burn scar to his leg served as a reminder to take things slow and with the knowledge that this beast was aggressive and unpredictable, he wasn't about to be foolish.

After some time of watching, waiting, he drew in a short breath and reached for a torch that was cradled in its bracket against a support beam carved from a single tree's trunk. He lifted it with ease and held it firm as he reached out and wrapped his long fingers around the heavy metal handle of the bolt latching the door closed. He pulled it open, but hearing the heavy shuffle of hide and a firm growl, he froze and watched.

The darkness was unbroken, keeping the beast from his eyes, but his ears were alight with the low, thundering growl that popped and crackled like the thunk one hears when knocking on a wine cask. It was so deep and so powerful that his heart actually skipped a beat; A sensation he hadn't felt since he first enlisted in the rider's corps. His interest was peaked and after several moments, he pulled the door open slowly, producing a long wooden creak that seamed to echo.

Stepping inside, Daiki stared into the darkness as he shut the door and held the torch up. Its small flame was only enough to cast back some of the shadow, but his eyes couldn't see anything, but the blackness. His eyes were useless, but his ears, those were sharp enough to listen and it was the only thing he had to prepare for what could possibly come.

"I hear you, Buddy... Why are you hiding?" Daiki said, his voice even as he watched and stayed perfectly still.

All his ears heard was the long huff of air, instantly smelling the tinge of smoke that put Daiki on high alert. He dared not move in case he provoked the beast, but the torch's lack of flame wasn't making it easy. He needed to see with his own eyes in order to read the beast, to see its posture, its positioning in case he needed to make a fast exit. He needed his eyes to work so he could return the gaze he knew was set on him.

"I won't hurt you... I just wanna see you. That's all. I won't touch you." He said calmly.

There was another huff of air and some more rustling, more low growling, but still the shadow was dark. Daiki kept his breathing even and calm as he slowly slid his foot forward, stepping away from the door, only to freeze when the growl deepened and another strong huff blew dust up from the floor.

"Easy, Buddy... Easy... Calm down, Big Guy." Daiki said, slowly raising his hand up in defense.

The growling continued, laced with rustling and shifting, but Daiki didn't back down. He stood his ground as he kept watching and waiting, forcing his breaths to stay even, and after several minutes and the growling died down, he dared another step.

A snap of jaws froze him in his place, immediately followed by the deep guttural growl and more snorts of heated breath. The dragon's gut burned with fire, he knew this all too well and that subtle heat from the dragon's huffs told him that the beast was getting closer to the edge.

"Alright... Alright... I'll stay put. You win." Daiki said, keeping his hand up as he extended the torch just a bit more.

It was that small bit that pushed back the shadows just enough to shimmer off hard crimson hide that was tinged with darkened edges of rusty red. It was just enough to show the beast's outline, the long arc of its strong tail as it curled around its main body, the massive wings that were tucked in tight and the long, thick neck was low and guarded. His eyes followed the outline of the neck to reach the dragon's head, crowned with two long horns that gently arced backwards, but the most noticeable thing was the glimmer of an eye that shone deep red and it was watching him.

"There you are... Hey there, Big Guy. Don't be afraid." Daiki said quietly as he ultra slowly began to kneel.

The dragon snorted as he raised his head, his nostrils flaring with the deep huff. His large eye blinked once as the dragon watched, his giant teeth that were stained with long forgotten blood bared and ready to rend at a moments notice.

"Ssh-... I'll sit here all night if I have to." Daiki said, keeping eye contact with the beast and his expression neutral.

Another long huff blew a mist of smoke into the air, stinging Daiki's eyes, but he refused to look away from the dragon. The moment he did could spell death and he wasn't about to let an animal best him.

That was how they sat for hours, just watching each other, studying each other. Not once did Daiki look away from the dragon as he studied his posture, the look in his crimson eye. He never let the huffs of smoke cause his stare to falter and for hours, he didn't say a word. He just sat, watched and waited.

Feeling his tiredness creeping up on him, Daiki knew it was time to step from the cell, as it had been several successful hours where he hadn't died. He slowly planted his hand on the dirt and started to rise to his feet, stopping when the dragon shifted and lifted his head with a snort. He waited and watched, stayed perfectly calm as he started to rise once more and once on his feet, he continued to watch as he backed away. He knew never to expose his back.

"I'll see you later, Buddy... Alright?... Just take it easy and get some rest. Don't do anything crazy." Daiki said, reaching behind him and feeling around for the metal handle of the door.

The dragon growled and stared, his gaze never fading as Daiki's hand found the metal he was looking for. He quietly began to push, producing that long wooden groan, but he stopped again when the dragon shifted and planted a clawed paw down on the dirt whose tips dug without a problem. He knew he had overstayed his welcome and needed to leave as quietly and as quickly as possible. The dragon was agitated as it was and each second he stayed in there with the beast, he came closer and closer to being fried.

The door was only open enough for him to slip through, but no sooner had he sidestepped, the dragon opened his mouth, revealing that his throat was glowing that telltale orange of a building fire deep in his belly. Daiki had no time, not a second to waste as he bolted out and slammed it just as the dragon unleashed his breath. The flames flew from his jaws, billowing and roaring as the power ripped the door from its hinges and blasted it back. Daiki managed just to duck out of the way just in time, covering himself with his cloak as he waited for the flames to subside and once they did, his ears were split with the thunderous boom of a dragon's roar.

The sound was so vicious, so carnal that it vibrated in his chest where it drifted down his bones and into the floor. It was the kind of roar that only the most tremendous of dragons could make, a far cry from the usual beasts his division rode. They were small, agile, yet capable animals whom obeyed orders with the hopes of earning a treat, but this dragon, this one was different. He was mindful, seemed to understand, but without the ability to see his eyes without shadow, Daiki could only speculate.

Once the roar tapered off, Daiki uncovered himself, panting from the rush of near getting barbecued. He looked back at the door that had been charred to a crisp, laying shattered and splintered on the stone floor and smoking like coals. It was a close call and one that Daiki was going to have to pick a bone with.

Huffing with his rising temper, Daiki tossed the torch aside and marched back down the corridor, bursting through the door so hard that the guards nearly feel over from having been hit with it.

"Holy shit!... Figured you'd died. We were just gonna clean up what was left in the morning." A guard snickered to his buddy.

"Get the door repaired and don't fuck with him. If he growls, leave him alone. Do you hear me?" Daiki snapped, setting his angry eyes on the two men with their dogs.

"Yes, Lieutenant!" They both yelped.

Without a word, Daiki retrieved his horse from the nearby stables and hightailed it back towards the kingdom. It was well into the warm night as the horse galloped as fast as it could, clopping hard as Daiki steered it down the road. The stars glimmered overhead and the moon was high, but it was lost as Daiki's rage built with every passing minute. He was furious, angered beyond reasoning and there was only one man in his line of sights.

Shoichi Imayoshi.

Not even bothering to return the horse to the stables, Daiki rode it all the way up the stone road to the officers tower. He walked right passed the guards whom had tried to stop him without a single care and didn't stop until he reached the door he knew all too well and threw it open without bother to knock.

"You're an asshole! You left a whole shit ton of stuff out-"

Daiki's voice caught hard in his throat as he stopped in the doorway, watching with an arced brow at his commanding officer's state of dress. He was topless with his pants down to just under his ass as he drilled a servant girl, whom was far too much enjoying the attention if her moans and mulls where anything to go by. They had silenced the moment he had burst through the door however and she was desperately trying to cover herself up.

With a groan, Imayoshi hung his head and leaned forward on his hands resting on his table.

"Could you give me a minute?" He growled as he glanced back over his shoulder.

Daiki crossed his arms and crookedly smirked, "You're more than welcome to continue, but know that I'm not going anywhere."

Imayoshi groaned as he stood up straight, releasing the girl whom frantically covered herself and ran like her life depended on it. He took a moment with his back to Daiki to situate self, but when he turned around, Daiki couldn't help, but laugh at the very dissatisfied and irritated look on his face.

"I should have your head for interrupting me." Imayoshi said, grimacing a bit as he adjust his still loose pants.

"You'd have to catch me first and I highly doubt you could in your current condition." Daiki smirked.

"Blow me, Aomine." Imayoshi scoffed, shaking his head as he walked around the table to sit in his chair.

"Naw... Might make that maid girl jealous." Daiki said as he turned to shut the door.

"Actually, you might have saved me from a lot of heartache. She's an idiot and couldn't boil water without guidance. She has a tendency to get attached very quickly." Imayoshi sighed as he sat and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Then why deflower the girl?" Daiki asked, taking the seat across from the man.

"There isn't any deflowering going on. She's a good fuck. That's it. I'm certainly not the first to experience her dried out abyss." Imayoshi said with a gruff tone in his voice as he slouched in his chair to ease his discomfort in his pants.

Daiki arced a brow, "And you got after me for being vulgar."

"What is it you want? I see you survived visiting that beast." Imayoshi said, eager to get a move on so he could finish himself off and not be frustrated for the whole night.

"You left out a few important details about that dragon." Daiki said, his expression flattening out into completely neutrality.

"Did I?"

"Don't play me, Imayoshi... That dragon isn't one of ours. He's not even from this region." Daiki said firmly.

"I knew I couldn't hide anything from you." Imayoshi smirked.

"Where did he come from?" Daiki asked.

"The Northern Regions... We caught him last summer." Imayoshi said as he studied his nails.

"He's been locked up in the Hold for a whole year?" Daiki growled with furrowing brows.

"It's not like we could have let him out. He'd fly off and wreck havoc on someone, most likely us." Imayoshi said with a half shrug.

"No wonder he's irritable! You can't lock up a wild dragon like that and expect him to just accept it!" Daiki yelled angrily.

"We had no choice, Aomine. He's a danger if allowed to roam free." Imayoshi said plainly and with no reaction to Daiki's rising voice.

"Then why keep him alive?" Daiki asked.

"His Majesty took an interest. We got word last summer that there was a wild dragon terrorizing a farm in the Northern Regions and we tried for weeks to resolve the problem, but that dragon either evaded us entirely, or disarmed our traps. He's crafty, so His Highness ordered us to capture him alive. We did and he's been in the Hold ever since." Imayoshi explained.

"By the gods... Does he even still remember what daylight looks like?" Daiki asked sharply.

"I doubt it, but what better way to test your salt than by seeing if you can tame a wild dragon? Intriguing, don't you think?" Imayoshi smirked.

"You want proof?... Fine... I just sat for hours watching him; Just watching him. Most dragons would've given up and gone to sleep, or done something else. They would've lost interest, but this guy... this guy watched back. We stared at each other the entire time, Imayoshi." Daiki said with another odd flutter in his chest from the sensation of being watched.

"Progress already. I'm impressed." Imayoshi said simply.

"That dragon's different... I know he is. Dragons don't watch people like that and his eyes... I can't quite place it yet, but his eyes were different somehow." Daiki said, slowly shaking his head as he tried to think.

"I'd ask how, but I'm not really interested at the moment." Imayoshi said, pursing his lips together as he rapped a fingertip on the table in rapid succession.

Daiki's eyes narrowed, "You know, most people do that in a bed, Captain." He deadpanned.

"Eh... Couldn't wait. Got in the mood, so I called her up here. Not like it took much convincing on my part. She'd agree to stepping into a dragon's flame if I promised to give her a rose afterwards." Imayoshi shrugged.

"You're such a dirtbag." Daiki rumbled, planting an elbow on the armrest to rub his temples.

"What?... Little ol' me? No... I don't believe you." Imayoshi said with a feigned roll of his eyes and a hurt expression.

"Because that disproves my theory." Daiki scoffed under his breath, but just loud enough for the man across from him to hear.

"Oh, relax, Aomine. I think you've earned a little reprieve from my usual demeanor considering you've returned from that dragon with all your limbs... and eyebrows." Imayoshi said in all seriousness.

"Barely... I was leaving and he blew the door off." Daiki said.

"Well, cop it up to instinct that you knew when you had overstayed your welcome." Imayoshi said with a half shrug.

"Maybe-" he sighed, "I wanna go back every night this week. I think the more he sees me, the less aggressive he'll get." Daiki said, running a hand back over his hair.

"By all means. I'll assume if you haven't returned by morning, then you're charcoal." Imayoshi said.

"There's still a chance I might not be." Daiki said with a quick tilt of his head.

"True, but ask yourself this; How much of a chance?"

"Enough of one. I'll show you this dragon's different." Daiki said, planting his hands on the armrests and pushing himself up to his feet.

"I welcome it... Now off you go, unless you wanna help me with my little problem." Imayoshi said as a hand flopped down into his lap.

Daiki cracked a crooked smirk, "I'll pass. Call your wench back if you want that."

"D'aw... But you give better head." Imayoshi said, returning the smirk.

Daiki sighed, "'Preciate it, but I've got too much on my mind." He pinched the bridge of his nose.

"I'll grant you whatever you want to see this dragon business through." Imayoshi sang.

Daiki's throat rumbled low as he glared, "She's that bad?"

"Atrocious... Positively awful." Imayoshi grunted with his arm noticeably moving in his lap.

"Wow," Daiki blew out, "Alright... But I'm holding you to it." He pointed at the man.

"Done."