Dawn broke over the mountains; gold and pink and blinding blue. Sasuke pauses to appreciate the sight, breathing in crisp morning air and letting it out as a sigh. Today was the day. The day he bests his brother and takes his rightful place at the head of the clan. He'd trained, studied, and worked toward this day since the moment he was born. All that stands in his way? A single dragon.
Said dragon is believed to be in these woods, buried in a cave among its hoard of treasures. Sasuke makes his way down the hillside, keeping a steady pace toward the area he'd narrowed down to. He can hear the run of spring water nearby, the babbling soothing and constant. It helps calm the erratic beat of his heart. When the trees start to thin and a clearing is revealed, Sasuke ducks around a tree and spies into the area. His breath catches in his throat at what he sees.
A lean, muscular body, freckled with patches of scales. Long blonde hair, braided down a broad back. Wings and tail tucked tight as the dragon lounges on a pile of cushions at the mouth of a cave. Dark eyes scan over golden scales the color of the sun before glancing up to meet eyes as blue as the sky at day break.
"Oh," the dragon murmurs, voice carrying with the wind. "A visitor."
Sasuke swallows hard, feeling his resolve to kill this creature waver slightly. Sasuke hadn't expected the creature to be… beautiful. His hand shakes on the hilt of his sword. The blonde's eyes jump down to take in the sight, a coy smile curling his lips. Sharp fangs poke out now and the stretch of his cheeks highlight dark, stripe-like markings.
"What brings you so deep into the wood, hunter? Have you not been warned?" A clawed hand lifts to brush away a lock of gold. A wash of scales on the back of his hand catches the sunlight and shines. Sasuke is mesmerized and nearly forgets to answer.
"Warned? Of?"
The dragon's smile widens and fire burns in his sapphire eyes. Sasuke's knees start to buckle under that gaze, suddenly feeling much more prey than predator.
"Of me, of course. Surely you know that none have ever bested me. Perhaps you have come to offer yourself?" Blue eyes travel along Sasuke's body, leaving behind a trail of tingling fire. "You're certainly the most attractive human to wander into my home."
Sasuke feels an involuntary rush of warmth in his belly and he grits his teeth. "I've come to kill you," Sasuke grinds out, clutching his sword more firmly and drawing it from its sheath. A blonde head tips to the side, golden hair slips to reveal long jeweled earrings hanging from the dragon's ears. Sasuke swallows again, fighting down the impulse to take the stone between his lips.
"You don't look very ready to kill me," the dragon purrs, shifting to sit on his knees. A long tail wraps around them like a cat's and powerful wings stretch for a moment before folding neatly away.
Onyx eyes trace along a defined chest, covered in a layer of sparkling scales. There are flashes of flesh, of tan skin that looks soft and warm next to the cutting edge of the scales. Sasuke looks away before he reaches below the dragon's trim hips, fighting down a flush he feels crawling up his throat.
"Do not try to tempt me from slaying you, beast," the human spits, glaring hard at a spot near the creature's knee. This off kilter, bumbling feeling is new for him. Never had anything distracted him in such a way from his goal. The dragon must sense this because he purrs out a chuckle.
"Do I at least get the honor of knowing the name of my killer? Perhaps why you've sought to kill me?" The creature sounds bemused, a teasing lilt to his tone shows he isn't afraid of Sasuke in the slightest. The raven haired human glares at the beast properly now, puffing out his chest and squaring his shoulders.
"I am Sasuke of the Uchiha clan, second son of Fugaku. I've come to slay you so that I may take my rightful place as clan chief." Sasuke's voice rings proud and true through the clearing, slicing through the early morning air. He expects a bit of fear from the dragon, knowing now where Sasuke hails from. Knowing what his family is known for.
The Uchiha Clan, generation after generation of dragon slayers.
The golden dragon tips his head to the side, glowing eyes wistful. A thoughtful look unfolds over his face, a clawed finger taps his chin idly.
"Hm, yes, the other one warned me that you'd come eventually. I should have seen the similarities. You have the same eyes." The best sighs and busies his hands by beginning to unravel the long braid. Sasuke grimaces, lowering his sword and taking a step toward the lounging dragon. Sharp eyes watch his every step and the beast idly licks his lips.
"The other one…?" Sasuke asks, curious despite himself. The dragon nods, running claws through strands of gold. The locks are wavy and curled, hanging around the dragon like a shimmering curtain. Beads and jewels strewn in the locks catch the light and sparkle.
"Yes, I believe his name was Itachi." Sasuke feels his stomach clench at the mention of his brother's name. For some reason, the idea of his elder brother laying eyes on such a creature upsets Sasuke. You're mine, his brain whispers possessively, No one else shall claim you.
"He introduced himself with the same speech. Visited a handful of times, never getting closer than you are now. I think he was searching for something, though I'm not sure what." A broad shoulder shrugs casually, throwing a glimmer of lights across the grass. "He warned me another would come, though I was beginning to lose faith." Sharp fangs and rosy lips become a teasing grin. "You certainly kept me wait, Sa-su-ke~"
Sasuke struggles to speak for a moment, mind bouncing over the words spoken to him. His elder had told the village that he was unable to find the dragon, that months of searching led him to believe that there simply weren't any left to hunt. When rumors circulated that a lone dragon remained, Itachi passed the rite to slay it onto Sasuke, stating that his health wasn't stable enough for such a long journey.
"Itachi told us that dragons didn't exist here anymore," Sasuke whispers. The creature cocks his head to the side and offers a dazzling smile. Long hair flows and pools around the creature, running over tanned, golden shoulders like creeks down a mountain side.
"Hmm, he said that he would do that," the dragon comments mildly. Leaning forward, the beast folds his arms on the ground and rests his chin on them, lifting trim hips and a plush ass into the air. "He was the kindest hunter to wander into my domain."
Dark eyes trail over the curve of the dragon's butt, seeing where scales give way to flesh and where a long tail stretches from the small of its back. Long fingers twitch on his hilt, yearning to reach out and feel the line where skin meets scale. Swallowing thickly and attempting to stay level headed, the dark haired man steps a little closer to the mouth of the cave, sword poised at his side.
"Kind? Not a word often associated with my brother," the raven comments, stopping when he's only a few yards away. Itachi has always been praised for being able to make the decisions others could not, doing what needed to be done for the village. Sapphires eye him playfully, glowing and wild. Sasuke clears his throat at the look, abruptly wondering if it was wise to get so close. It had happened almost subconsciously, an invisible gravity drawing him toward the dragon.
The dragon hums, stretching his impressive wings and letting them fall to his sides. Sasuke catches glimpses of burnt orange along the appendages, the color of a setting sun. The thin, almost translucent sinnew connecting bone to bone looks soft, delicate.
"He refused to kill me," the dragon murmurs, genuine despair coloring his tone. It makes Sasuke uncomfortable, makes his stomach turn and knot on itself. The hunter doesn't want to grow attached, grow sympathetic. 'I came here to kill you!' Sasuke thinks in a shout. Abruptly the dragon rolls, flopping onto his back and resting his head on folded arms. "He knew I was the last of my kind and refused to kill me."
A jolt runs through the hunter, hot and sharp like lightning. "You're the last?" It's a well known fact that dragon sightings happen less and less with each year that passes. Even so, the clan assumed that they were simply getting better at hiding, better at avoiding detection. Sasuke never thought… never considered… never… "You're alone?"
The dragon tips his head back, blue eyes studying Sasuke's guilty, horrified expression with something close to fondness. Maybe even forgiveness but Sasuke thinks he may just be wishing for that.
"Well, only until hapless humans and delectable hunters wander into my glenn," the creature teases, rolling once more to prop his chin in his hands. "I'm sure there are other dragons out there, hidden in the mountains and buried in the deserts." Another careless shrug, sapphire eyes glimmering. Teasing and taunting and stoking the fire in Sasuke's belly.
"Why haven't you sought them out?" the hunter questions quietly. The dragon hums, rolling his eyes and considering the question. The answer is simple, he wanted to see what sort of hunter would follow the kind Itachi. So many had passed through this wood, all sorts of hunters and huntresses try to make names for themselves by killing dragons. The fond way the elder brother spoke of the younger piqued the dragon's interest.
"My, my, you're quite curious about the creature destined to die by your sword," the golden beast teases, eyelids falling to half mast and pink lips stretching into a smile. "Losing our determination, are we?"
Sasuke stiffens at the accusation, dark eyes blinking rapidly. A scowl twists his lips, accompanied by a low growl that the dragon merely chuckles at. Feeling foolish for getting caught up in word games, the hunter raises his sword. Black eyes shine with intent and focus, staring straight into ocean blues. The creature raises a brow, eyes still hooded and expression taunting, sultry. Sasuke growls again, displeased at not being taken seriously by this beast.
"Any last words from the last of your kind?" he spits sharply, raising the sword a touch higher. The creature sits up slightly and says something that doesn't sound like words to Sasuke. Just a low series of purrs and growls that must mean something to the dragon, but nothing to the hunter. When the sounds stop and blue eyes fall shut, Sasuke steels his nerves and swings his sword.
The clearing is silent, still. Even the burbling creek quiets for a moment. Just as steel meets scale and the sands of time seal the dragon's fate, Sasuke is startled by a flurry of movement. The dragon slips from his station, coiling under Sasuke's blade and pressing tight against his body. In a fluid motion, the beast wraps around the hunter's torso, standing behind him. Long arms, tipped with clawed fingers, roam over Sasuke's sides, up his stomach and over his chest. A deep, gravelly purr vibrates against him.
"Did you really think it would be so easy?" he whispers, flicking out a warm tongue to drag along Sasuke's throat. "That I would surrender myself to you so easily? Tsk, brave slayer, you'll have to try harder than that."
A thrill of challenge, of determination rushes through Sasuke. A feral grin splits his face and with a twist, he drags the sword in an upswing toward the dragon's face.
The pair dance and twirl around each other as the sun travels through the sky. Steel glances off scales, just hard enough to draw blood but not enough to hurt. The shocking red gleams off golden scales, mesmerizing Sasuke. The dragon continues to taunt and laugh, a high and clear sound that reminds Sasuke of bells and windchimes. The raven knows he's smiling too, caught up in the game and chase and thrill. When the dragon calls him a bastard for tossing sand, Sasuke responds that all is fair in war.
Finally, as the sun begins to set and the sky becomes an indigo blanket of stars, the dragon makes a misstep. After stepping on the satin tassels of one of his pillows, the beast falls back onto the cushions with a loud huff. Wide blue eyes stare up as Sasuke straddles the trim waist he's been staring at all day, strong legs caging the creature in tightly. A blush races across the creature's cheeks, disappearing among patches of scales and highlighting a scattering of freckles across his nose. Long blonde hair is fanned out around him, arms bent up and around his head. That warm tongue darts out to lick his lips and blue eyes burn into Sasuke's skin.
"Tell me your name," the dark haired man demands in a low whisper, leaning close. His own hair, once neatly bound behind his head, hangs messily around his face and over his eyes. The beast raises a fine brow, lips curling into a smile that's both sweet and sinful and stirs the desire in Sasuke's gut.
"It translates to 'Naruto' in your tongue," the beast murmurs. Sasuke raises a brow, leaning a little closer, shifting to press the edge of his blade under the creature's chin. The dragon growls, a sound suspiciously close to "bastard", when the steel bites into his flesh.
"I want to hear it in your tongue," the hunter demands in a low voice, face hovering just inches above the beast's. Naruto raises both brows now, taken aback by the request. The dragon hesitates, all teasing vanished. With a clear of his throat, the dragon makes a warbled sound deep in his chest. The blush darkens and Sasuke realizes that he may have crossed a boundary. Asked for something very precious. Sitting up slightly, pulling his blade away, the slayer stares down at his captive prey with dark eyes.
It's obvious to him now why Itachi failed to kill this dragon. There's something too… pure about Naruto. Be it the fire in his eyes or the teasing in his tone or the simple fact that he's the only one left. Whatever the case may be, Sasuke realizes in a moment that he can't kill this beast. Even if he truly wanted to, their playful sparring proved that Naruto was no easy opponent. It's likely they would both die if they truly came to blows. And who would Sasuke be to take the last thing this creature has left: his life?
"You're not going to kill me," Naruto whispers on the edge of his breath, the evening breeze nearly stealing the words. Sasuke shakes his head and sheaths his sword, a little bit awkwardly at the angle they're at. Sasuke stares down at a broad chest and patches of scales, at flowing golden hair and the little jewel dangling from his ears, at pretty pink lips and glowing blue eyes.
"No, I'm not," the slayer replies, greedy eyes drinking in the sight of the dragon below him. "I want something else."
Naruto raises a brow, mouth quirking into a lopsided grin. His eyes glimmer with mischief and scorching desire that nearly pulls a moan from Sasuke's lips. The fabric of his travel pants is abruptly too tight, chafing against his growing erection. Naruto feels him wiggle his hips a little bit, seeking relief from the discomfort. Reaching down a clawed hand, the dragon palms at Sasuke's crotch gently, earning him a low groan.
"You," the slayer huffs, sweat from their spar dripping down his temple. "I want to be the first to tame a dragon. I want to claim you as my own so that none may lay a hand on you."
Warm lips crash against Sasuke's, insistent and fierce. Sasuke drops his weapon with a clatter, calloused hands running over a warm chest. The scales are warmer than he'd thought they'd be, burning as if laid over a fire or under the sun. Naruto's tongue darts across the seam of Sasuke's mouth and Sasuke parts his lips to let their tongues mingle.
Everything about the dragon is warm. The hands on Sasuke's pecs are hot even through layers of clothes. The tongue brushing against his is molten and addictive. The end of Naruto's tail flicks up to trail down Sasuke's back, leaving behind a little line of fire.
"Fuck," Sasuke groans as they seperate, breath coming in harsh gasps. Naruto makes quick work of his travel clothes, mindful of his claws and strength as he peels each layer away from Sasuke's body. Goosebumps erupt along the slayer's arms when they're finally exposed to the evening air. Sasuke doesn't have time to be upset about the chill, Naruto's burning hands are on him immediately. Down his arms and over his chest, claws pressing just right against his nipples before dragging down his abs.
"Bold words from a human, bastard," Naruto comments, nipping at Sasuke's lower lip and sucking on it. He releases it with a wet pop and leans away to appraise the dishevelled hunter with an amused expression. "Are you brave enough to wander into a dragon's lair?"
Sasuke swallows hard, falling into ocean blue eyes and drowning in their lust and passion. The raven nods slowly, mesmerized by the sharp smile that splits Naruto's face. In a flurry of movement, the dragon has them both standing. Taking Sasuke's cool hand in his own, Naruto pulls the human into the mouth of the cave. A gauze-like curtain hangs from the opening and the dragon holds it aside to let Sasuke in.
The cave is nothing like Sasuke expected. It's full of lanterns of all shapes and sizes, little flames dancing behind the glass and casting shadows on the walls. Piles and piles of blankets, cushions, and pillows litter the floor and fill the edges. Books and games and baubles cover every surface, cluttering up the cave. Sasuke's heart aches when he sees half finished games that Naruto must have played alone.
The golden being pulls Sasuke through the mess until they reach a large, round nest. Plush pillows and worn blankets tangle together, looking old and well loved. With a little shove, Sasuke is pushed into the pile. Landing with a huff and a weak glare, the slayer watches Naruto crawl up his legs to straddle his waist and grind his ass against Sasuke's erection. Strong hands shoot down to grip powerful, scaly thighs, nails scratching against them.
"Fuck, Naruto," the slayer whispers, unable to help the shameful moan that falls from his lips when Naruto grinds a little harder. Naruto smiles sweetly, ceasing his teasing to lean down and kiss Sasuke, slow and deep.
"Tell me," Naruto says between kisses, "Again," another pause to kiss a little harder, teeth sinking into Sasuke's lip and tongue pressing into his mouth, "What you want?" Their lips are barely touching, just a breath between them. Deep seas of blue dominate Sasuke's entire field of vision and his breath leaves him in a gasp.
"You. All of you. Now."
Naruto purrs, deep in his chest, endlessly pleased. Quick, careful hands pull the remainder of Sasuke's clothes off. Now free from the constraints of his pants, Sasuke's cock stands erect. Flushed a beautiful shade of pink with a bead of cum dribbling from the slit. Naruto licks his lips slowly, eyes never leaving Sasuke's as he dips forward to press a light kiss to Sasuke's weeping head. The hunter groans, head falling back into the cushions. Strong fingers grip the fabric under them, pulling tightly as Naruto takes more of Sasuke into his mouth. The molten heat of the dragon's mouth is almost enough to send Sasuke right over the edge.
Naruto hums around Sasuke's length, savoring the salty taste and the burn of stretching his jaw to accommodate Sasuke's girth. Pulling back, the dragon gives the swollen head one firm suck before swirling his long tongue around the seam and up the slit. Sitting back, Naruto strokes Sasuke's cock slowly, teasingly. With just enough pressure to make Sasuke's hips jump and twitch but not enough to bring him anywhere near the satisfaction he craves.
"You know," Naruto comments mildly, sounding as if he's discussing the weather and not smearing Sasuke's jizz around with his thumb, "I've never shared a bed with a human before." It's said like a confession, like it's a deep dark secret that Naruto's never shared before. Sasuke struggles to form a thought, to speak a sentence, to focus on anything other than the warm palm stroking him idly. Naruto continues speaking, paying the Uchiha no mind.
"You're much more," Naruto pauses to give Sasuke's cock a firm squeeze, drinking in the hearty moan that falls from those flushed, glistening lips, "Passionate, than I would have given you credit for."
Sasuke huffs out a laugh and rolls his eyes, biting his lip to hold in a groan when Naruto presses an insistent tongue against his slit. "We humans are full of surprises."
Onyx meets sapphire, both of them burning with desire. A rumbling chuckle sends vibrations from Naruto's mouth through Sasuke's dick, straight up into his pelvis. The Uchiha chokes on a moan, lifting his hips and chasing the warmth in Naruto's mouth. The dragon appeases him, taking Sasuke's cock and bobbing his head. Calloused fingers dig into long blonde hair and grip tightly, eliciting a mewl from the dragon. When one of the decorative beads splinters and cracks, Naruto moans low in his throat and bobs faster.
"Nar-ah, Narutooo," Sasuke pants, unable to control the wanton thrust of his hips into that sweet, warm, addictive mouth. Naruto plants his hands on Sasuke's thighs and pushes hard, pulling off with a pop and smiling at Sasuke. Pale cheeks are flushed bright red and dark eyes hooded and lustful. Shoulder length black hair is fanned out in a messy crown around Sasuke's head.
"You're beautiful," Naruto murmurs, kissing Sasuke sweetly on the lips. The hunter sits up and raises a hand to cup the dragon's cheek, holding him still so that Sasuke can dive into his mouth and taste himself there. Naruto leans into the kiss, long arms looping around Sasuke's neck to bury his hands in inky black hair.
Pushing forward, Sasuke sits all the way up and curls his arms around Naruto's waist. One hand trails through locks of gold, playing with the beads and jewels scattered through it. Sasuke kisses Naruto's sharp, strong jaw and up to his ear. Licking around the pointed edge and trapping a dangling earring between his teeth.
"You know," the human murmurs, licking and biting and nibbling down Naruto's throat. The dragon tips his head back with a breathy sigh, exposing the long column to Sasuke. Surrendering himself. Sasuke feels a buzz of pleasure, taking advantage of the room to bite a harsh line of hickies into a patch of bronze flesh. "I think it's my turn to get a taste."
Naruto jumps at the statement, moaning out Sasuke's name as he grips Sasuke's shoulders tightly. Feeling a nudge, Sasuke glances down to see the swollen pink head of Naruto's cock revealing itself. From behind a patch of scales, the length seems to unfold from within Naruto. Swollen, flushed a pretty shade of pink, dripping precum on the sheets below. Taking the cock in his hand gently, basking in the sweet little moan Naruto utters, Sasuke strokes the length slowly, appreciatively.
Naruto shakes in his arms, twitching and gasping with every change of pace or pressure. Sasuke slowly leans him back, laying him out on the pillows. Displaying him, drinking in the sight of his flushed cheeks and wild hair and wanton moans.
Once the dragon is a sprawled out, panting mess, Sasuke kneels between his legs and kisses his cock gently. Around the head, down the underside, across the sensitive tissue between the base and his scale. Naruto moans and cries and writhes on the sheets, trembling from head to toe. Dragging his tongue from base to head, Sasuke takes all of Naruto's length into his mouth. Bobbing his head in slow, measured strokes, Sasuke grins around Naruto's cock when clawed fingers drag through his hair.
It's easy to tell that Naruto's been alone for many years. Isolated, save for terrified humans and men threatening to kill him. Each nerve and cell in the dragon's body craved touch, connection, intimacy. Sasuke feels smug, almost powerful, realizing that Naruto is completely at his mercy. A wild and terrifying beast, reduced to whimpers and moans as Sasuke sucks his cock.
'Yes, killing a dragon is difficult. How much more difficult then to bring one willingly to its knees?'
"Ahh Sas-," Naruto moans, deep and unabashed. Sasuke gives one hard suck to the head before pulling away, watching Naruto twitch and jump. A jumbled series of moans and whimpers falls from Naruto's lips and Sasuke smirks at the sound. Not wanting to torture the poor dragon anymore than necessary, Sasuke leans over to his clothing. Rummaging through his rucksack, he pulls out a small bottle of antiseptic jelly; a mixture of herbs, crushed seaweed, and water. While he'd originally brought it for medicinal purposes, Sasuke knew well enough from around the village the other uses the product could have.
Turning back, Sasuke lets out a quiet gasp that trails into a throaty groan. Naruto is semi propped up on several emerald cushions. One hand lay still, tangled in his hair. The other strokes his length leisurely, hips thrusting slightly.
"Impatient," Sasuke comments in a low voice, shuffling to kneel between Naruto's legs. He can't help but run his fingers over the warm scales, trailing over burning skin on the insides of his thighs. Naruto gaps when slow fingers brush over his asshole. The ring of tissue spasms and twitches, making Sasuke chuckle. "Very impatient."
Naruto's hand disappears from his cock, reaching up and back to grip the pillows tightly. Sasuke hears the fabric rip and tear. Grinning, the human pours a little bit of repurposed lube onto his fingers. Reaching down, he slowly massages the tight ring of tissue, spreading the lube generously before pushing in. Naruto gasps and sighs at the intrusion, wiggling his hips and bouncing his legs. Sasuke uses his free hand to hold one hip tightly, keeping the fidgety dragon still.
Slowly, methodically, teasingly Sasuke stretches and prepares a quivering Naruto. The blonde moans shamelessly the whole time, filthy words falling from sweet lips. Groaned interactions of teasing bastard and hurry asshole, I wanna feel you. Each one spurs Sasuke on, stoking his own pleasure and sending tingles down his spine.
"Sasu-ke, Sasuke, please. I can't ta-aaah-take much more," Naruto pleads, moaning loudly when Sasuke brushes against his prostate. Sasuke grunts, removing his fingers and watching as Naruto's hole quivers and shrinks. Pouring most lube into his hands, he coats his cock thoroughly before pressing against Naruto's entrance. Strong hands grip the back of Naruto's thighs, holding them in place as Sasuke starts to press in.
"Oh fuuuuuuck, Naru,' Sasuke groans, hands shaking where they touch the dragon. Hot, molten, boiling heat surrounds Sasuke's dick as he presses slowly into Naruto's depths. The tissue accommodates him easily, he'd made sure Naruto was well stretched, but it's still an impossibly tight fit that punches the air from Sasuke's chest.
"Saaaasuke, oh fuck fuck, do-don't move yet." Naruto wiggles slightly once Sasuke is fully inserted. The movement and squeeze pull a hiss from Sasuke but he does his best to remain still while Naruto gets comfortable. The dragon sighs after another moment of shifting, a breathy moan following.
"Okay, go ahe-ahh!"
Sasuke doesn't wait for a second longer. As soon as Naruto is ready, Sasuke takes off at a punishing speed. Driving hard and fast, Sasuke groans at the heat surrounding all his senses. As if stuck in the belly of the dragon, Sasuke feels himself succumb to flames. The heat of Naruto's hands on his chest as he fondles Sasuke's nipples and Naruto's breath on his face and his body wrapped perfectly around his cock. Everything is Naruto in that moment, consuming Sasuke and reducing him to ash.
The thought startles Sasuke, who's dark eyes flash open to meet piercing sapphire blues. Naruto is staring intently, possessively, wildly at Sasuke. Glazed over eyes say You're marked by the flame now. You're mine, brave dragon slayer.
And before Sasuke can even consider pulling away, can even process the fact that he's been snared by the creature, sharp claws drag down his back as warm muscles squeeze Sasuke tightly. The paralyzing clash of pleasure and pain sends Sasuke right over the edge, blurring his vision and pulling a hoarse cry from his lips. Unable to control himself, his hips continue to thrust through his climax, pushing right into Naruto's prostate each time. Seed shoots from his cock, feeling almost cool in comparison to the hot velvet surrounding him.
Naruto gasps at the sensation, a full body shiver curling his toes and rolling his eyes. With a choked gasp and a filthy moan of Sasuke's name, the dragon cums hard. Hot cum hits Sasuke's stomach and chest, making him hiss quietly. A rough hand shoots down to pump Naruto through his orgasm, calloused thumb swiping over the sensitive head. Naruto shakes and moans, over sensitized and coming undone before Sasuke's eyes.
'Breathtaking, ' Sasuke thinks idly. A miracle of nature, like the dawn breaking over the mountains.
Slowly, his thrusts die out and the pair are left gasping for air as they drift down from the high. Gently, Sasuke pulls out and lowers Naruto's legs, releasing his softening cock. The dragon flops limply when Sasuke releases him, a long purr-like sound echoing from his chest. Sasuke chuckles at the noise, taking it as a good sign. Rising from the nest, he replaces the lube and hunts around for a towel. Finding one in a pile of other mismatched pieces of fabric, Sasuke turns back to a jaw dropping sight.
Naruto, lounging on his side. Long hair, a tangled halo around him, cheeks rosy and lips shiny. Blue eyes starry and dazed. One powerful wing stretched out and draped over his body. Looking utterly relaxed and well fucked. Enticing in every way, drawing Sasuke in with no hopes of escaping. Sasuke swallows hard, remembering the possessive look in the creature's eyes. You're mine now, brave dragon slayer.
A soft sigh breaks Sasuke from his spiralling thoughts. Naruto's eyes have started to clear, focus returns to them and he smiles sweetly. A lazy, limp hand beacons Sasuke over silently, patting the space next to Naruto in the nest. Sasuke blinks for a moment before shaking his head with a faint little grin. Well, if he were to be at anyone's mercy, perhaps Naruto isn't the worst.
Walking back over to the nest, Sasuke shuffles his way in and wipes Naruto down. The dragon chirps and purrs at the attention, taking every opportunity to kiss Sasuke as he works. The backs of his hands and insides of his wrist, the side of his throat when Sasuke leans over him. Once they're both clean, Sasuke tosses the towel and sighs.
"Back to the village?" Naruto whispers, careful claws tracing nonsense patterns on Sasuke's leg. There's a wistful note to his tone, a resigned sadness that makes Sasuke grimace. Dark eyes glance around at half played games, glance down at a bed only ever occupied by one.
"I have to go back, for now. I'll return though," Sasuke replies firmly, turning determined, earnest eyes on the dragon. Naruto's responding smile is quick and easy, blue eyes shining and guarded.
"Of course," the dragon drawls, sounding sarcastic, "what will you tell them? Or is this when you take my head as well?" There's accusation in Naruto's tone, piercing and vindictive. Sasuke stares at the dragon, analyzing the false smile and troubled eyes. Sasuke recognizes the hurt in him, the carefully constructed walls and guards to keep people just far enough away. Just far enough that it won't hurt when he's alone again.
It reminds Sasuke of himself, after the loss of his mother. The resentment he felt for his father and brother, moving on as if she'd never existed at all. The fear that anyone could die at any moment, leaving Sasuke alive to mourn them forever. Death is natural and necessary, Sasuke knows this well, but the debilitating pain that comes with it haunts him. The hunter can't imagine how it must be for Naruto, watching everyone disappear before him. Trapped in an isolation only broken up by screams of fear and cries for battle.
Perhaps it's that similarity, the grief that bonds them, that keeps Sasuke from killing Naruto. Maybe they're too alike and Sasuke knows killing Naruto would kill a part of Sasuke too. Sparring with the dragon was relaxing, fun, in a way that Sasuke hardly remembers experiencing. Being around Naruto makes him feel alive, electric. Stimulated in ways he's never felt around his human counterparts. Perhaps he's selfish, unwilling to lose the strange, intense bond they've forged in fire together. Whatever the case, Sasuke knows he's hopelessly ensnared by the dragon's existence. He'd set out to conquer a dragon today and conquer one he had, in much more enjoyable ways than spilling Naruto's blood unto the earth. He'd caught his dragon and Sasuke refuses to lose what's his.
Gripping warm, partially scaled cheeks in firm hands, Sasuke presses forward and kisses Naruto soundly. The dragon startled at the action, making a move to pull away before giving in and pulling Sasuke close. It's all desperation and teeth and clinging to each other. It strikes them both as strange, how natural this feels. The magnet pulls between them that hadn't released since their eyes met that morning. Tears sting Naruto's eyes and drip against Sasuke's hands.
"You're mine," Sasuke all but growls when he pulls away, pinning Naruto with fierce dark eyes. "I bested you and claimed you as my own. I will return for what is mine."
Naruto gapes, wide eyes and awestruck. Dragons tended to be more possessive than humans and Naruto readily admitted that he fit that stereotype. The intent, confident look in Sasuke's eyes puts him to shame though. The human before him has a drive and ambition like no other, taking anything and everything he wants. It makes Naruto feel a little weak at the knees; he swoons at the idea that this man wants him, of all things. And alive at that, his brain teases sarcastically.
Slowly, Naruto nods and the sharp grin is replaced with a genuine smile. Sasuke returns the smile, kisses Naruto once more, and rises from the nest to get dressed. The dragon stays sprawled on the bed, watching his partner pull on pants and adjust his clothes.
"Your shirt is outside," the dragon supplies helpfully after watching Sasuke poke at a few of his piles. The hunter throws a thankful grin that makes Naruto's stomach flutter.
"I'll be right back," Sasuke says casually before jogging out of the mouth of the cave. Naruto listens to his footsteps and the shuffle of fabric. Sitting up, he reaches over the edge of the nest into a miscellaneous basket of trinkets. Pulling out a pair of ornate scissors, he grabs a long lock of hair and slices it swiftly. The strand is embellished with a few beads and jewels, in shades of green and orange and red. Quickly tying the hair into a folded knot, Naruto tests one of the scales from the back of his hand. With a quick pull and sharp breath, he tugs the scale free.
"What are you doing?"
Naruto jumps slightly at the voice, wide eyes turning to a curious Sasuke at the edge of the bed. Dark eyes peer down at tensed claws and a thin brow raises questioningly. Naruto flushes, embarrassed at his reaction, and clears his throat.
"For you, brave slayer," the dragon murmurs, passing over the knotted lock and shining scale. "Trophies from your conquest." The teasing, coy tones from earlier in the day are returning. "I didn't think a bastard like you would be content returning home empty handed." Sasuke grins, accepting the gifts with reverent gentleness.
"Mere shadows of the true trophy gained today," Sasuke replies, voice deep and meaningful. Naruto flushes, taken aback by the earnest affection in Sasuke's eyes. Feeding off his confidence, Naruto crawls forward to kneel directly in front of Sasuke. Blue eyes peak up at him, warm and tempting. Sasuke swallows at the look, again feeling his resolve waver in the face of Naruto's allure.
"Return to your village, slayer. Before the dragon won't allow you to leave it's lair."
Sasuke smirks, cupping Naruto's chin and tipping his head back to meet his gaze. "Let's spar again when I return. I don't believe you were trying your best, beast."
Naruto licks his lips and smiles widely, feral and sharp around the edges. "And what should I get when I win?"
Sasuke leans down, presses his lips to a pointed ear and whispers, "On that day, you shall tame me."
Naruto moans at the words, a bashful blush racing across his cheeks at the noise. Sasuke laughs and kisses him chastely, enjoying when warm hands brush over his shoulders. The pair separate and Sasuke grimaces lightly. Naruto smiles at the look, eyes shining with understanding. With a flick of his wrist, the dragon shoos the slayer out of the cave. Sasuke walks away slowly, eyes not leaving the dragon until the gauzey curtain is at his back. Naruto smiles encouragingly, the picture of warmth and glow amongst the cushions. Sasuke nods firmly, glances down at the treasures in his hand, and turns from the cave before he can convince himself otherwise.
Naruto watches him go, a fluttering fire dancing between his ribs. The beast knows that Sasuke will return, that he won't be able to deny the magnetic bond between them. Besides, his human is a greedy one. Sasuke won't abandon what he considered his. Giddy at the thought, Naruto falls back into his bedding and stretches. Every muscle in his body is sore and noodley, endorphins from the sex still racing through his system. Feeling a well earned nap calling his name, Naruto cuddles into the nesting and inhales Sasuke's scent deeply. Sage and wood burning. A deeply calming combination that immediately lulls Naruto toward sleep.
'Return soon, brave dragon tamer. You are always welcome in the dragon's lair.'