Cristoff arrived with no time to spare at all, the team put together for him swarmed him when he arrived, Dominic Elluris coming and thanking him for coming ashe was stripped while he walked and he finally stopped by a large rack of clothes. He kept his eyes down on the floor, trying not to see Freed if he could help it, he wasn't sure what he would do if he did.
The team made short work of the shadows under his eyes, got his long black hair under control and got him into the skin tight deep blue pants, boots, and gold trimmed deep blue sleeves that were tied onto his arms in the dip between the thick muscle of his bicep and the curve of his shoulder. A hammered gold belt holding a traditional open front yukuta skirt leaving the remainder of his upper body bare.
They pulled the top of his hair back in a ponytail leaving the rest loose around his shoulders and he was ready. First one on the runway as music roared and the crowds started screaming as soon as his boots hit the lit up runway.
"Battle gear is new this year for Elluris but we only bring the best! Unable to be with us before tonight one of the men of Bosco, Cristoff, a first generation Dragon Slayer is wearing stormweave breeches, an open front yakuta skirting designed to prevent easy blows to the backs of the legs and arm guards that can be enchanted to provide a vast variety of protections based on the needs of the wizard! This offering is by Dominic Elluris, worn by Cristoff!" The crowd went insane, many women had been bitterly disappointed Cristoff hadn't been in the earlier shows, they raved now as the big slayer strode the runway, his face impassive and emotionless, eyes intense, the power in him was palpable and the crowd loved it.
Inside though, Cristoff was struggling, something was different, and he wasn't sure if it was how just...sick he'd been for the last few weeks since leaving Magnolia or just the fact he knew, KNEW Freed was here, close by, he could sense him. There were too many people, too much noise and chaos for him to catch his scent or the sound of his heartbeat, but he felt him.
When he reached the backstage area the team fell on him and had him stripped down in moments, bringing up a dark red outfit that featured black pants with a red bloodstripe, a red wrap shirt that was stretched tight over Cristoffs broad chest and tucked and tugged so it let every muscle show through, over the knee black boots and red and black bracers.
Freed hovered, from where he sat...he could see him...his teams spot where his outfits were on a rack awaiting each change. He looked as incredible as ever, maybe a tiny hint thinner at the waist, his hair didn't have the rich gloss it usually did in the black depths, but he still made Freeds mouth go dry, made his heart flutter in his chest and breathing hitch each time he came off the runway and was stripped down, would hold his arms up roll his shoulders, bend or turn as needed to help the team get him into his next set.
Final change was into another deep blue outfit, a choker around his neck held up arm guards in dark blue trimmed in silver and tight blue pants were stretched over his legs and that hard perfect ass of his. Over the knee boots and they pulled the tie from his hair, letting it fall partly over his right eye. He was a walking fantasy, sex on legs...they even spritzed his broad chest with some oil and rubbed it over those heavy pectorals, rigid abs and hard stomach.
Freed watched it all.
"Hot as hell, every one of them." Freed jumped, turning and meeting the smile of the man from Vanders team the shadowquip had been kissing a few days earlier...who...after that days show, Freed had seen Vander fucking against an accessories table.
Freed smiled faintly. "Indeed, they did create a perfect storm of attendance." He agreed mildly.
"Rumor has it, you were riding the big one with the black hair for a while but it ended...I'm not one for stomping toes but I want a shot if there's an opening, you two are done right? So...I could try?" He asked as nicely as he could manage. Freeds heart clenched, his eyes flashed dangerously and just as the object of the other mans desires...the object of Freeds too, came back in off the runway, Freed punched the other man in the face with all he was worth.
When someone rushed forward to pull him off the other man Freed flung them aside, his demon rising in him. He may not be able to have Cristoff himself, may be done, but he'd be damned if some oversexed man whore was going to set their sights on the Lunar Slayer as if he were...well...Vander!
The slender man shrieked, trying to grab Freeds hair, kicking wildly at him as two more aids came over and tried to get Freed off the man to no avail, getting themselves tossed aside like the first person.
"I'll teach you to keep it in your fucking pants…" Freed snarled landing another good cross to the mans face.
He'd just tossed three men off of him when thick powerful arms wrapped around him and lifted him off the bloodied screaming man. "Freed!...Freed stop!" That voice...the sweet incredible scent of mint. He twisted in the thick arms around him and grief washed over him looking into deep dark blue eyes flecked with silver looking stern, firm...but otherwise empty. Cristoff had seen what was happening and had rushed in when he saw Freed toss off three men.
"I...I'm so sorry...I...please put me down...I'll go…" He managed strangling on words with his throat constricting painfully. He pushed away, or tried to, eyes on the floor, looking anywhere but that handsome face.
Cristoff didn't release him though, instead tightening his hold and a deep...primal growl rumbled through him. Freed froze, almost trembling under that sound, "Cri….Cristoff...please...let me go...I...I can't bear this…" He whimpered, tears stinging his eyes, his body sagging in defeat in the mans hold. Powerless against the empty pain, the agonizing soul deep need he felt, made intense by being pressed against the Dragon Slayers tall beautiful body, his skin warm and smooth, still slick with oil.
When Cristoff shifted him up more resting him higher against his tall body, and Freed felt his nose running up his neck, felt him breathing in deep and another rumbling growl come from him he shuddered. He leaned into the touch instinctively, into the warmth, the scent, the feel of him, his whole being needed the Dragon Slayer, Cristoff was as crucial as the air he breathed and the tightening of those arms, the shift that pressed him better against that tall body it worked like a sweet drug Freed was completely addicted to.
His struggle was pitiful now. "Please….please...just...just let me go...I…" He started to whimper weakly, tears sliding down his face, he couldn't bear this. It was like that horrible scene in the hotel suite had only happened minutes ago, the pain was that raw, that intense.
"MINE!" The low growling snarl lanced through Freed then, and a man standing near frowned and blinked.
"What the fu-" Cristoff jerked his head to snarl at the man, glowing silver eyes and sharp fangs showing and the man gasped, stumbling backwards. Satisfied, Cristoff turned back to nuzzling Freeds neck, a thrumming purr rumbling out of him and a low repeat of "Mine." that only Freed could hear.
Freeds eyes widened then, and he dared to lift his hands, to touch the firm sides of the man still holding him up off his feet. A soft rumble rewarded him. "Cristoff...I.." He started to push and there was a snarl and fierce silver eyes locked with Freeds wide aqua colored ones.
"You are MINE!...I will not let you go... you're Mine! Mine…" He purred again. "My mate…" He whispered against Freeds ear before that purr came again and Freeds eyes flew wide, his whole being freezing.
"Cristoff...did you just…" He started and the silver eyes were back on him. A wicked delicious looking half smile curving those full lips.
"You are... My mate...I'm going to take you...claim what is mine...it's been too long...you...you shouldn't have been made to wait...my mate…" He growled and Fred saw the slitted pupils the dark blue scales here and there and realized finally, Cristoffs dragon had taken him over….and declared him...Freed...his mate.
"I'm yours…" He breathed in wonder, a smile turning his lips up for the first time in weeks as realization flowed through him, warming everything that had gone cold, bringing to life everything that had gone numb.
"Yes...mine." Cristoff hummed back, placing hot kisses over Freeds throat. Freed sighed, blissfully leaning into that heated mouth, those soft lips.
"You'll take me? Claim me?" He breathed almost in disbelief, pulling his arms free, no shred of any fear in him now and Cristoff let him free his arms from where his grasp had pinned them at his sides, Freed shifting in the big mans hold to wrap his legs around his waist and bury his hands in familiar thick black locks while Cristoff was nuzzling into Freeds heavy green hair.
"Yes...don't cry anymore…" Cristoffs voice softened and Freed laughed, forcing Cristoff to pull back from burying his face in his hair so Freed could look into those silver eyes. He had gone numb, hurt so much and so deeply he was sure he'd never feel anything again, but right now, his heart was soaring, and he was impatient, terribly impatient, to see it through.
"Now, my dragon...don't make me wait…" He challenged and the big slayer growled, carrying him past the gaping onlookers, a grinning Laxus, Kaleb and Cobra who had a teary eyed Bickslow hanging onto him, head resting on his shoulder watching this scene play out.
Once they stepped out of the tent under the open sky, Cristoff and Freed vanished, a stricken looking lead dresser gaping at where they had been.
"The clothes!" he gasped. Kaleb patted his shoulder.
"I'll talk to Dominic...it's ok…" He soothed, steering the man back into the tent and hurrying to find a spot where he could call their father.
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Freed blinked a few times when they re-appeared, travelling by Lunar shift was a very different experience than travelling by lightning or shadow….it was, as far as Freed was concerned...seriously preferable.
When it also brought him right to the back door of his house in the arms of his dragon slayer? Gods above that sounded right..HIS Dragon Slayer.
All of his life he'd wanted this...and now it all made sense, he'd been made to be a Dragon Slayers mate...to be...Cristoffs.
"Freed...fuck...open the door or I swear I'll kick it down…" Cristoff growled and Freed jerked into action reaching out and waving his hand so the runes released the door and Cristoff threw it open, carrying Freed into his house and to the stairs, right up to his bedroom before laying him on the bed and coming down on top of him.
"I...I'm not going to be...able to control this...well…" Cristoff grit out. Freed narrowed his eyes.
"I don't want you to...I've waited too long...I want you to...claim me...mark me, bind us!" He demanded and Cristoff snarled, eyes flashing back fully silver and Freeds clothes were gone in moments, shredded under sharp silver claws the heavy stormweave Cristoff was in he had to actually remove, couldn't just rip it off, which honestly...impressed both men before they forgot about everything.
All Cristoff had heard since he'd put his arms around Freed, seen him beating the hell out of some slender little Elluris dresser then flinging guards around like they were rag dolls, was "MINE!" His dragon had come into him like a raging storm, the vast demand to claim his mate so overwhelming Cristoff lost control of himself and could hardly hear what Freed was saying, or even what his own voice was saying in answer.
Mate! NOW, claim, mark, MATE!
Cristoffs magic flared as he kissed the Rune mage, tongue sliding into his mouth, hands drifting over his body until one closed over Freeds hard length, the only pause happened when his fingers felt Freeds ribs and he frowned for a moment, a soft whimper coming from the big slayer "Forgive me.." He breathed and Freed held him tight.
"Only if you stop delaying what I want and fucking take me!" He snapped, arching hard into Cristoffs touches.
The cocky smirk, the answering growl made his blood boil in his veins as his slayer pushed in between his legs, pressing his knees up and spreading them before his thick length finally pressed into Freeds body and the Rune mage groaned in deep pleasure.
Cristoff took up a brutal pace, his hand pumping Freed in time with his deep jarring thrusts, his fangs lengthening and threatening the silky skin of Freeds neck. When Cristoff drug his lips across Freeds he felt those fangs, hazily even saw them but in spite of how long and razor sharp they were, he wasn't afraid at all, no, he wanted them, dear Gods he wanted them, seeing them so long, hearing Cristoffs possessive growls and those incredible thrumming purrs...he was out of his mind with impatient need.
Freed let himself go, surrendering completely to his dragon, Drinking in a long deep kiss before Cristoff shifted, pulling Freeds hips up and pounded into him at a new angle that lit Freed up like a shooting star.
He didn't last, couldn't, this was Cristoff, his Dragon, the raven haired adonis who had made him feel strong, wanted, like there was nothing wrong with the way he was. He'd lived believing this was impossible, but now those fangs, those glorious long sharp fangs hovered, waiting for him to reach his climax, that gorgeous body was sliding against his, black hair falling around them damp now with sweat as the big mages body strained to please his mate.
"Nnngh! Oh Gods...Gods...Cristoff...I'm…" He gasped out and the Dragon Slayer snarled over his neck, dragging those sharp elongated fangs over his skin and Freed came, and the moment he did, those gleaming white fangs sank into his skin and Freed screamed out his slayers name.
He revelled in the feel of the magic burning into him, the bond, the wonderful bond snapping into place, mending what was wounded, soothing what was hurt, and sealing them together. It was the most perfect, wonderful feeling Fred had ever experienced, it was painful, disorienting, confusing, but he loved it, every bit of it, because he knew what it meant.
"You're mine…" Cristoff breathed, smiling and nuzzling into him again, his eyes back to their deep dark silver flecked blue.
"Completely...happily...and you...are mine." He beamed and Cristoff smiled.
"Every bit of me." He agreed and Freed kissed him. "I missed you...so fucking much…" Cristoff said and Freed smiled, shaking his head pulling at the broad shoulders to bring Cristoff tighter against him, clinging to him with all his strength.
"Me too, but...never again…" He whispered and Cristoff started trailing kisses over his jaw, smiling.
"Never...you will never be alone again, together, you and me...always...my mate." Cristoff purred. Each caress, every kiss, gentle nuzzle, it mended what was broken in them both and they couldn't get enough that night, the whole night and well into the next day, neither one wanting to stop, both half afraid if they fell asleep they would wake up and find it hadn't been real.
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It had been Lucys magic. Draco was sure of it and upon consideration, Cristoff agreed, Lucys haywire Dragon magic had forced the dragons inside both men to retreat in submission, but she'd done it so badly the recovery was a mess. Neither Cristoff, Freed, Erza or Zen cared if she knew, it was a moot point now, they were mated, together, it had...finally...worked itself out. Once the dragons were free, they made short work of getting their mates claimed.
Cristoff strode into the study a couple of days later, setting a steaming cup of tea just beyond where Freed would set his book down, bending to kiss the rune mages temple before walking by him and Freed smirked, waiting until the slayer was mostly past before turning his eyes from his book to feast on Cristoff in nothing but a pair low riding sleep pants.
Really...the mans body was just...sin. He had a thing for silk too, the Dragon Slayer had been through Sin the country, and had found their silks, the best in Earthland, irresistible and so, like Vander and his shadowmade leathers, Cristoff was usually in silk of some kind, wore it somewhere, all of the mans underwear was made of it.
It didn't bother Freed at all, because alot of it was somewhat sheer and see through, like the silk sleep pants hanging low on Cristoffs hips now didn't hide much and Cristoff didn't care, would be just as happy walking around nude but it was still very cold outside, so he compromised.
When he realized Cristoff was standing still and he was still staring dreamy eyed at the mans ass Freed looked up and met a smirking Dragon Slayers knowing dark blue eyes.
"What? I'm not allowed to admire your body?" He asked incredulously.
"I prefer real fucking to eye fucking...just saying." Cristoff said with a grin, heading for the kitchen then. Freed looked at his book, he was enjoying it, a late Christmas gift from Cristoff, and enjoying immensely this quiet time they had, while the first mark healed and Cristoffs magic settled into Freed.
He'd freely admit he was soaking it up with greedy impatience too, keeping his Dragon in bed for most of the first couple of days before the need to launder the bed linens and eat forced them both to relent if only long enough for laundry and a large market delivery. Cristoff had already staked out the den and declared the loveseat was going to give way to his piano, otherwise, aside from the necessary purchase of a large heavy framed and posted bed after Cristoff destroyed the one Freed owned (tying up a Dragon while going through mating was perhaps not the best idea Freed had come up with so far).
The new bed had been delivered less than an hour ago and the new linens were in the wash, Freed couldn't handle being on sheets right out of the package, even the silk Cristoff wouldn't compromise on, the starches and such sprayed on them where they were made irritated his skin and he hated the smell of them, chuckling, Cristoff had shrugged and gone to make breakfast while Freed had put all of the new linens into the wash.
They weren't his usual soft mint colors, Cristoff prefered darker colors and Freed didn't mind, the Dragon slayers tanned body looked very good against the navy blues, blacks and maroons Cristoff had selected while Freed had picked out the bed itself, him being more sensitive about the softness of it. He'd started to negotiate with the furniture salesperson but Cristoff, impatient, his mate only having one bite in his neck, had growled and paid for it all. He had been s-class for years, living in a paid off house as well as drawing pay from the Knights for regular assignments as a healer, "I can afford it and I am NOT enjoying being out in public with you…" He'd growled, nipping at Freeds lips and gripping his ass, jerking him against him roughly so Freed felt Cristoffs…"issue" clearly.
They had hastily retreated home and barely made it into the kitchen from the back deck before Cristoff had Freeds pinned against a wall, and was plowing into him frantically. That was the first few days after Crocus and Cristoffs dragon finally coming back out. Frantic, hungry, rough and fast and desperate was how they were but by the end of the first week, his mark healed enough and Cristoff set the second bite on their new bed, and it had taken hours, Freed finding his Dragon had altered suddenly just being….exactly what he was hungry for, long...slow...tantalizing sex, fingers put on a slow show over his body, lips, tongue, Cristoff drug his own body over Freed just so deliciously slow and light and sensual by the time he came Freed was almost delirious with pleasure and didn't even feel Cristoffs fangs pierce his flesh again.
He felt the magic, felt the bond deepen more, felt the closeness, the wonderful soul warming closeness of it all. He had been one being alone in his body, and even the joining of sex had never brought him close enough, but this...this pushed through that barrier, slipped right into the core of his being, and entwined them and it was...wonderful...Freed embraced it eagerly, just like every part of this process that was binding them to each other.
Cristoff gave him space too, so he could read, think, though Freed found he did both better most of the time when Cristoff laid back on the lounge and Freed could climb up between his legs and lay back against his chest. Direct contact, they both found, soothed, calmed, restored them both better than even being in the same room or same bed did, they did best when touching in some way.
For a man raised to be icy, to hide all emotion, a rigid aristocrat and noble, raised to be detached, it was a huge change. Fioran nobility were all about the appearance of icy power, romance, love, affection, all of that was seen as weakness and treated with disdain and disapproval. As a child Freed had never, not once, seen his father kiss, hug or even hold the hand of his mother. They had separate rooms, and seemed to run entirely separate lives, only sharing a bed when they wanted a child. He knew his father took mistresses, and knew his mother had affairs with various staff on the estate, their marriage was...business, just like everything else, even the raising of their sons had been business, cold, detached, no hugs, no kisses, no affection of any kind except occasional, rare verbal praise.
Freed had lost his virginity to a horse trainer when he was 13, run away at 14 because his magic...he wanted it, it made him feel happier, stronger, better than any business deals and no matter how much his father yelled at him, no matter how many times he slapped him, took his belt to him, Freed refused to stop using it and trying to improve it. When he'd shown an interest in other boys instead of girls his father had beaten him unconscious and he'd awakened to two women, professionals his father had hired from Crocus, who forced themselves on him.
His father had even come into the room while one had been riding him and fixed an icy stare on his son when he'd cried out to him to make the women stop.
"They'll teach you what you need to prefer...no son of mine will be a deviant...you are meant to marry a high born WOMAN, prestigious families do not marry their sons to each other!" He'd snarled. "You can't get a boy pregnant and make heirs so learn how to damn well fuck a woman." and with that he'd left his son to the two women.
Freed had run away when he'd found the marriage contracts on his fathers desk, a list of young women his father was planning to offer Freed to, intending to marry him off by the time he was 16 so he could start his legal adult life as a proper aristocrat.
Rising he set his book down, smiling to himself as he headed for the kitchen, if only Lord Justine could see his son right now...Gods when his father found out he was mated to a Pradesh… he almost laughed aloud at that. Cristoffs family was very well respected, so much so Lord Justine would not have considered putting a marriage offer for one of his sons in to Arman for Emzadi or Xally certain such a man wouldn't even consider him.
Freed stopped, standing for a minute in the hall, watching Cristoff working on a marinara sauce, having declared Freed incompetent in the kitchen Cristoff had been doing the cooking, something he was pretty good at….Cristoff in general seemed to heat anything up well.
He moved up behind the tall mage and wrapped his arms around him, resting his cheek against Cristoffs bare back loving the feel of his smooth warm skin and blinked, noticing, for the first time another wolf tattoo, pushing the heavy black hair out of the way he smiled a moon high on the back of Cristoffs right shoulder above a howling wolf. He trailed his finger over it thoughtfully.
"You said once your clan was gone…" He said softly and Cristoff nodded.
"Luprene Clan was wiped out when I was 2, Bickslow was from it too, we're actually blood related, he and I, by blood he's my cousin." He replied, their father had never hidden anything of their pasts from them, helped each of his children learn about the clans they had been born to even though they weren't his. Arman, like his wife, were from Akis Clan, the Black Eagles. Farron and Zen both bore the symbols. It was research into his clan that had led Cristoff to his hunt, and he'd brought down a massive spotted wolf and received the tattoo on the back of his shoulder for completing that rite.
Freed drew a breath, wondering where he would fit into it all, his mates rich history and busy life. If Cristoff asked it, he'd pull up his roots here, go with him to Bosco, he'd follow him anywhere. The weeks they were apart had been the worst of his life.
His eyes roamed down the broad muscled back, following his fingers as they trailed down and curled around one of the firmly muscled cheeks under the black silk sleep pants.
Cristoff stilled immediately a soft growl coming from him as Freeds other hand stole down the front of those soft pants drawing a louder growl as his fingers slid around Cristoffs flacid cock, felt it twitch to life the moment he touched it too and he grinned against Cristoffs back.
Moving his hand he started stroking the velvety flesh until it hardened and then he gripped it firmly, pressing himself better against Cristoffs back, his own hardness pressing into the valley between the hard muscled globes of his ass. He expected, at any moment to be stopped, so far, Freed was always on the bottom, always receiving, he tended to prefer that, but right now, he was deeply enjoying slowly rolling his hips into Cristoffs rear, kissing the broad shoulders while he pumped the mans heavy member.
"More...I know you want it...this, inside you...you need…." Cristoff growled and pushed back against him to emphasize his words, make sure there was no confusion about his invitation. He'd made Freed suffer, more than a little, his mate, his fated mate, the greatest gift his magic would ever grant him and for months Freed had suffered believing they would never be together. He felt Freeds desire, sensed what he was secretly wanting and wouldn't allow Freed to hide anything from him, never wanted him to believe he needed to.
Eyes widening a little Freed pressed a kiss into his mates shoulder and untied his pants, letting them drop to the floor. Cristoff shifted, changing how he was standing, spreading his legs and bending over the unlit half of the cooktop.
Looking down at the tan skin, the toned muscle, Freed swallowed hard, dropping his own sleep pants to the floor and prodding gently until Cristoff growled.
"I'm a Dragon Freed...you can't hurt me and even if you did? I can heal instantly...show me the demon I'm mated to, let us be all we are together…" he purred and Freed growled this time , gripping those hips and pushing himself forward, hearing Cristoff snarl when he snapped his hips and buried himself in his Dragon Slayer.
Leaning toward more submission than domination in bed Freed had rarely done this, and doing it with Cristoff was absolutely thrilling. "Come on little demon...nnngh….you can do ...better" Cristoff teased, pressing back, starting to meet Freeds thrusts and gripping the front of the cooktop he squeezed his eyes shut, he'd rarely been under a man before, he was a big man himself, powerful and dominant, but he was still Boscan, and full moons made him every kind of cooperative. He had experience, his body was welcoming, and the fact it was Freed made it immensely enjoyable.
There was a snarl and he looked back, saw Freeds eyes had both gone dark and Cristoff narrowed his own. "Freeeeed….more….I need more…." He begged and that needly tone made Freeds eyes widen and a silent snarl curl his flawless lips, dark armor was forming over his pale skin and he was gaining height. "That's right...come on...ah!...more...bring me that demon…" Cristoff coaxed and Freeds head fell back as he let go, claws digging into Cristoffs hips as he slid into his demonic form and bent over the Dragon Slayer.
The change was immediate then and Cristoff was slammed into the cabinets, thighs and knees hitting them so hard he hissed, adjusting his grip and thrusting back, bracing himself and snarling with the next thrust as Freed took up a rough swift pace.
"Yes….so...fucking...nnngh!...good!" Cristoff growled muscles of his arms and legs going taught to hold him in place and prevent him from being rammed into the counter again. Neither of them lasted long this way though, Freed had never let go before, and his whole being was overwhelmed by it, the all encompassing pleasure as every part of him took its full fill of his big powerful mate, ramming into that solid body like waves crashing against a shore..
After several minutes Freed started coming apart, snarling then as he came and when he did Cristoff groaned at the feel of it. Eyes fully silver, dark blue scales had formed under Freeds claws to protect him but blood still ran down his legs from those long claws digging in. As Soon as Freed sagged and diminished out of his demon form the wounds sealed though and Cristoff turned, tipping Freeds chin up where he had sunk to his knees in sated exhaustion. Eyes widening looking up at his mate, who was still rigid and with silver eyes glowing through black hair drew a groan from Freed who lunged forward, gripping those hips again and pulling Cristoffs erection into his mouth greedily,
It didn't take long, he'd almost come undone when Freed had cum, if not for the long claws dug into his flesh he would have, but now, in Freeds eager mouth his eyes fell back in his head and in moments he came, Freed humming in satisfaction as his mate pulled back, sliding down to sit panting in front of him and reaching to pull him into his arms.
"Next full moon...I want that again…" Cristoff chuckled breathlessly. Freed grinned pressing into Cristoffs lap to get the Dragon Slayer to curl around him, he loved being held, loved feeling Cristoffs warm breath in his hair...He loved Cristoff, with all he was.
The Lunar Slayer purred a soft rumble, feeling all the things that Freed was and nuzzling into him. "I love you Freed." He said softly against his ear and Freeds whole body warmed, his chest bursting with happiness he tipped his head back eagerly catching Cristoffs mouth with his.
"I love you…" He breathed, so happy to say it he almost cried over it, but instead poured all he felt into the kiss and Cristoff drank it in, giving back every bit as much and promising more. Hands buried in dark hair, contentment, joy, they were together, and would be for ages now, Freed sharing Cristoffs immense lifespan that was a gift of the Dragon magic. He had so much, his whole world, his happiness his heart all in the man kissing him and it was finally, truly, completely his.