A/N: Since I have been neglecting my stories (circumstances being what they will), I'll be giving you all a gift. That is, if you like Slash/Yaoi/Boy-on-Boy/Wand-on-Wand ... ya get it.
So, this chapter fully deserves its M rating along with NC 17 and probably R. Don't say I didn't warn you. I did. And fair is fair. And this just happens to be a bit short. Sorry.
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Hot, hot, endless heat that felt so good ... clawing at his stomach in carnivorous starvation. Sensation ... feeling something even hotter, better, flowing up his side, touching a body that was incorporeal yet not. It was all touch. All delicious, hot, stinging, new, terrifyingly good touch. And he didn't want it to end ...
"Come on, Jake," husked a voice, the hot touch becoming real as he moaned into the mouth hovering above his own. "There is my dragon. Come, luv, wake so I can do something that I've wanted to for weeks now."
"Ron?" he whispered, a cry muffled when trecherous, sinful hands smoothed over his inner thighs by an even more sinful mouth. "Ah! Ron!"
The taller blond shushed him gently, nipping and sucking on the bared bronze neck. "Wouldn't want anyone to hear us, would you?" Jake shook his head, arching into the wet suction on his chest. "Good. I don't wanna scar anyone too badly."
Jake chuckled breathlessly, hissing when sharp nails trailed over his stomach like lit matches, burning his skin. "Oh, fuck, Ron. Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuckfuckfuck!" he chanted into Ron's neck, curling up when the blond boy grabbed his cock and stroked him almost teasingly. It was too much sensation, but not enough stimulation. What was his lover trying to do? Drive him mad? Make him loose all sense of self? Well, it was working and he would be damned if he could or even wanted to stop it.
"Please!" he begged in a tiny, needy, searing voice that was more sound that word. Ron gave a rough keen as he released his current prize, holding Jake still as he slithered down his body. Instead of giving the ebony-haired teen the usual blow job, the blond lifted those long tan legs over his much paler shoulders, shifting a pillow (where had that come from, Jake had to wonder) under his hips and an arm around his torso. Jake had a second to realize what was about to happen before he bit on his hand, muffling his cry as Ron pulled apart his cheeks and deftly swiped his broad tongue over his pucker. They had only done this once before and Jake very vividly remembered how absolutely delicious and dirty it had felt then ... and did now.
He was too lost in waves of pleasure to notice the small bottle of clear liquid that Ron grabbed, flicking the cap open and dribbling a fair amount on and around his smooth ball sack so that it flowed down his crack. He did notice the teasing finger, tensing and relaxing as he thought of that being in him. It wasn't unpleasant, just new and a bit strange.
When Ron took the tip of his weeping cock into his mouth, he loosed a shout, hands scrambling for purchase on the assumed bed, bunching the covers in his fists. The fact that a finger was inside his ass was negligable in comparison, especially when strong suction took his breath from his lungs. "OhfuckRON!"
Wrist pumping, Ron added a second finger, eliciting another chocked sound from his dragon and loving that he could make the other loose his control so easily. Scissoring his fingers and tightening his hold on the bucking hips, he allowed himself a grin of pride as he slurped at Jake's cock.
A third finger did make his dragon tense, back arching as he cried out wordlessly and little too loud for comfort, but at this point neither teen cared. Ron waited for a small eternity before Jake relaxed and slumped, breath hitching on sobbing pants. Maybe a more chivalrous lover would wait and grant more time, but Ron was aching as bad if not more than Jake, his own cock turning purple with suppressed want and need. Finishing his prepping, he took up the tiny bottle of lubricant again, slathering the cool liquid on the the steel rod that just happened to be attached to his groin. He hissed out at the almost frozen sensation even if he knew intellectually that the lubricant was no where near that cold.
"Rea ... ready, Jake?" he stuttered as he leaned up over his mate. His mate. His mate. How he loved the sound of that bouncing in his mind and nearly off his tongue.
"Please, Ron, please," he sobbed, arching as the aching emptiness throbbed through him. Ron gritted his teeth to keep himself grounded. To hear his lover, his mate beg so intensely was enough to make him struggle for control.
"Slowly, love," he hummed, pressing his blunt head against the desired entrance until the smooth head popped past the tight ring. Jake grabbed the blond's shoulders with black claws, arching like a tightly drawn bow. Ron panted now, head to Jake's shoulder as he shivered. The ebony-haired teen shifted, drawing his human-not-human lover deeper into his body and gasping at the full, heavy feeling that wasn't all that unpleasant.
"More," the dragon nearly cried, wrapping his legs around the blond's waist to draw him deeper. The burn was hot, flame like but oh so welcome. "More, more, more moremoremore," he pleaded almost, demanding certainly.
Ron flexed his hips forward, snapping into the tight heat and hearing a sobbed moan of happiness and joy rumbling against his chest. The fact that Jake was rocking into the motion was more than enough to convince Ron to move, slowly at first - so caution, so tender - but not near enough as he picked up speed, the sound of flesh against flesh soon filling the room along with sobs and cries and moans.
It was the onset of a sudden orgasm that took them by surprise, Jake crying out with the sound of a dragon, muscles clenching tight in his belly and traveling down to even his toes and locking them in place as a wave of indescribable ectasy tore him apart. Ron felt the violent release, the body around him pulling him to his own release that left him breathless and white and hot and too much so good, oh fuck, oh fuck fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck ...
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Mel was in the kitchen munching on a large bowl of fruit, dipping a pickle into chocolate sauce when she felt the need. Wade was sitting with her at the table munching on his own chocolate pickle with relish. Spud wrinkled his nose, pointing at the gross food.
"Dude, how did Auntie M talk you into eating that?"
The large black boy shrugged. "It's actually really good. What about your Doritos and peanut butter, huh? I think that's weird. Not to mention Trixie's Salt and Vinegar chips and onion-sour cream dip. Or Jim and Tim's really nasty looking Vomit Bowls."
"HEY!" Jim protested since Tim had his mouth full. "It's not vomit! It's spagetti with tobascco sauce, apple jelly, sour cream, and crunched up Doritos. Don't knock it 'til you try it."
Mel actually seemed interested. "I just might have to."
Everyone else atthe table went a little green - with the exception of the twins - and decided to drink their fairly normal soft drinks in a moment of silence. The resounding roar of a dragon was better heard this way, the group looking up at the ceiling with wide eyes. The half smoothered human cry of completion was enough to tip them off that they really, really, really didn't want to know and should probably strike up some sort of coversation to otherwise occupy themselves.
The varitable tidal wave of sweeping visible magic was more than enough to get them going.
"What the hell was that!"
"JIM! TIM! Watch your language!" Mel barked out.
"Yeah ... what was that?" Spud pondered aloud, his eyes traveling around to find a clue. Wade groaned and planted in face in his hands.
"Jakey-poo and Ron are going to do something weird ... well, weirder with their magic. Again."
Mel sighed and lifted a chocolate covered watermelon chunk to her lips. "You can say that again. At least it's better contained. I mean, the Longs live in a fairly actively magical block. This way less normal humans notice, true?"
There was a general nod of consent to this bit of logic. "Let's just hope it's not too-"
The second, third and even fourth wave of magic swept over them, each one bigger than the previous. "Conspicuous. Never mind. I'll go alert the Longs. Everyone else can deal with the rest of it. I'm pregnant and in need of a nap."
There was a smattering of chuckles at that as the pregnant blond stood slowly, walking gingerly into the living room to perform her "duty" of sorts. The others sighed as they stood to leave, figuring that they would soon have their hands full of MBs all over the place.
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A/N 2: Yeah. I actually have soomething planned for the next chapter (OMG, the World's ending) so I should update before next year. XD
