A/N So here we continue, this was a request, this pairing seems to be in high demand and i won't lie, I do love writing them….DESNA
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Bickslow sat looking out the window at the silent street. He was worried for his older brother. When Zen left the Guild Hall he already looked hurt and his usually radiant golden soul was strained. He understood when Natsu was around Lucy tended to get railroaded, but he didn't understand how Cosplayer, who he was positive was falling for his brother and hard, could just...forget about him, and he hoped he was wrong, but that was sure what it seemed like.
He sure hoped he was wrong.
"You're wrong." He snapped his head around and saw Cobra moving silently in the kitchen, getting himself something to drink. He'd stayed at Bickslows before, but now it was going to be more permanent since his apartment wasn't in Magnolia anymore...it was probably rubble somewhere and he'd always liked the study off the master bedroom downstairs because of it's large bay window where he could relax, feel the sun and nobody bothered him…he could also sit there and snap pistachio shells out one of the panes at passersby on the street and they never saw where they came from…it was the little things that made the poison slayer happy…
Bickslow grimaced "About what? Thought you couldn't listen in on me." He smirked and Cobra narrowed his eyes on the Seith.
"I can't, but you're staring out there and I'm pretty sure you aren't stargazing, Zen said he'd be along soon as he found Tink so it just makes sense that's what you're thinking about. Tink taking off without Zen." He replied in a bored tone.
"I Better be wrong because fuck...you know, Zen just can't seem to get a fucking break and I hate that shit." He groaned, moving to the kitchen himself to show Cobra where the whiskey glasses were since the man had found the rather good sized decanter Bickslow had full of Gold label spiced whisky from Bosco.
"Tink wasn't thinking about him when Fireshit and Icefucker were dragging her off, she was thinking about how badly they might have damaged her place and the ways she was going to hurt them if they had, but...before she got outa my range she was thinking about Zen some already and making a mental note to get back to the guild as soon as she was done making sure the freaks hadn't fucked over her home." Cobra said.
"I'm betting Tink just got wrapped up with the shitheads on her team longer than she expected or wanted to be, mating may be gone but that girl's in love." He added taking a good drink of his whisky and growling at how smooth it went down.
Bickslow watched him, watched him run his tongue over the edge of the glass and his throat work to down the liquor. Cobra had the best fucking skin, Bix was tanned, but Cobra had this rich caramel skin tone that just looked...lickable. Add in the silky maroon hair and piercing indigo eyes, two of them now, one with a scar running above and below it as a reminder of the things he'd been through that just added to the man's considerable good looks. The pierced pointed ears that Bickslow seriously, really badly wanted to run his tongue over...Gods he had dreams just about sucking on that golden hoop in Cobras ear lobe.
He knew Cobra couldn't "listen" to him, his Seith magic blocked soul listening, it was one of the things Cobra liked about him, being around him wasn't complicated. He liked Cobra couldn't listen in...Bickslow was a healthy Boscan male, Cobra was a sexy, indigo eyed, caramel skinned piece of toxic tongued sexiness that Bickslow had a hard time seeing as just a friend once he'd gotten to know him.
Bickslow watched him and his sexy rounded ass, Cobra had the best fucking ass Bickslow had ever seen on a man, made his white coat stick out a bit, and made Bickslows long fingers itch sometimes to grab a feel. But Cobra didn't know Bickslow saw him that way, Cobra had been raped by guards since childhood during his years at the tower. And Bickslow had seen the guy fuck a woman until she nearly fainted, he himself had been balls deep in that girls sister in fact, they had scored well on that job...but watching the Poison slayers flanks hollow with every thrust, his thighs go taut, seeing him bare his teeth and close his eye and moan...well...Bickslow had made that girls sister very happy but it wasn't her he was thinking about while he did it…
The Seith had been with men plenty, part of his training as a youth had been in handling sex with men and women equally well and he did enjoy it. Every now and then it wasn't a woman he'd go home with after a night at the club. As Vander liked to say "Sometimes you just need the feel of a good dick in your mouth." It was true for Bickslow too, he liked women fine, enjoyed sex with them quite a lot, but he did appreciate the male body too, and there was something to be said for a guy who knew how to take another man the right way.
Cobra had only known abuse, never had good pleasurable sex with a male partner and that was a damn shame because when it was good...it was fucking amazing and Bickslow would just love to get his hands on that caramel colored skin, that rounded gorgeous ass, kiss those thin lips and watch the Poison slayer writhe for him while he showed him just how good sex with a man who knew how to handle it really was.
"You Ok there Bixy?" The slayer asked suddenly and Bickslow smiled, "Just glad my brother might actually come out of this happy ya know? Cosplayer too, she deserves a guy like Zen, he'll treat her right, keep that smile shining." He said confidently.
Cobra nodded, but narrowed his eyes a little on the smiling Sieth as Bix looked out the window over the edge of his glass. Those crimson eyes with their stunning concentric circles hadn't seemed to be reflecting on anyones happiness. Cobra couldn't hear Bickslows soul but his soul listening had taught him how to read people very well, and Bickslows gaze had been on him and it had been….heated, he had to be reading things into it though, much as he wouldn't mind seeing desire directed toward him from those crimson eyes he knew better. Bix wasn't really completely devoted to fucking just women, he'd seen the guy go home with a hot guy here and there in the years he'd been with the Raijinshuu, but they were friends, good friends, Bickslow didn't see him that way.
'And I don't fucking want him to anyway because fuck that...got enough of it at the tower…'he thought dismissively. What the hell was he even thinking about it for?! He didn't like guys, he didn't like anybody! For him sex was something he fucking used, it was a way to let off steam, get women to do things, sometimes it was as simple as an ego boost or a power trip, he'd hear some womans soul going insane wanting him and he'd fuck her, just to hear her soul go nuts while he did it, or...he'd ignore her or be nasty to her, reject her if she was some nasty cunt who needed to be brought down some, power trips.
He enjoyed sex, kind of, but it was so wrapped up in so many negative things with him he leaned toward avoiding thinking about it with people he actually liked….hate fucking was a thing, he knew because he was a damn master of it. He also knew, from a few trips now to Bosco to visit Bickslows family since he'd joined the Raijinshuu that Boscans were...literally...fucking artists. Sex was something held in high regard by the Boscan people, it was freedom, relaxation, release from tension. "Pleasure is pleasure" should have been printed on their damn money because they believed it, anyone, male female, short, tall, skinny, fat, ugly or gorgeous, it didn't matter.
He admitted, after his first time in a Boscan bathhouse, where in private, with nobody around, attendants to choose from who would never even dream of saying a thing to anyone...he had taken a male attendant to one of the private baths and...that had been...incredible. He'd liked it...a lot. And every trip back he took both, male and female and just...let himself fucking go while he was there and...if he was honest...he liked both...had little preference really, could see why Boscans believed what they did, that gender mattered less than the ability to let yourself relax and enjoy.
The fact he always took blue haired male attendants had nothing at all to do with any sort of preference leaning toward anything, had nothing to do with the fact Bickslows mouth tended to catch his attention a lot, and the tall mans well toned nimble and agile as hell body could make his mouth go dry when the Seith was working out, nope, Cobra concentrated on his own damn workouts, he just stared at the Seith because...he was the only one moving around in the gym, except when Vander was there Bickslow was the only one who used the rings or uneven bars.
Bickslow always wore these damned compression shirts too, like they were fucking painted on the mans torso, hugged every inch of him, and then little snug running shorts that accentuated his muscular thighs…tight ass and the fact he filled in the front of them well...Cobra had seen what Bickslow was packing down there and damn...no wonder women went wobbly after being with him...not that Cobra was lacking, he wasn't, just...Bickslow was so...flawless…
'No it's not you freak...damn it I'm going to grow a vagina if I don't stop thinking like this...I'll be fighting with Tink for her fucking thongs and mini skirts…'
He was grateful when a distracted Lucy, giddy over her and Zen seeming to patch shit up…was deep in thoughts about wanting to kiss the man while he was flying them to Bickslows house…along with some dirty thoughts…Lucy was so damned good at filthy thoughts…
Lucy's penchant for dirty thoughts wasn't new, it was something only she, and an unwilling Cobra knew about her. The Light of Fairy Tail had a very very dirty mind at times. No male in Fairy Tail was immune to it either, Cobra had been privy to her having filthy imaginings about everyone from Laxus to Max, himself included in the fantasies.
He also knew usually they were just that, idle curious fantasies her active mind liked to come up with while she sat drinking down a smoothie or listening to her team bicker. It was a way she gauged which men she would actually really consider and which ones were just idle not too innocent thoughts.
Cobra was on her short list of men she'd actually fuck too, something he was not a little bit proud to be though he'd frowned when she'd been watching Bickslow cross the guild one morning in his damn compression shirt and little shorts and had decided Bickslow was on that list too. Oh yes...I'd for sure try that wicked tongue of his out… She'd thought and Cobra had almost growled, masking the reaction by pretending to choke on his drink when Laxus had gone still and stared at him.
Even his touchy bitch of an inner dragon didn't see Lucy as a threat anymore though, not with her whole heart wrapped around an Archangel mage. NOT that he'd felt threatened in the first place, no, he didn't worry about that shit because he didn't give a shit, Bickslow was his friend, nothing more damn it, his bitch of an inner dragon could go fuck herself.
He felt it was supremely unfair he had been given a lacrima containing the soul of a very nasty, very dominant damn FEMALE dragon too. His whore dragon had never taken a mate either, liked to be seduced by Tatsus of male dragons and get into these crazy orgies, got off injuring some of them during the process. Yeah...she had shared that shit with him years ago.
'I live in a fucking prude, too.' She had sneered into his head once when he'd been musing at the unfairness of it. There was no point arguing with her...himself...fuck he hated having a second soul sometimes and that his own damn magic made him able to hear her clear as a bell.
She wanted Bickslow, had for a while, the first year he'd been with the Raijinshuu and he and Bickslow had fucked these freaky daughters of the man who had hired them to clear some Vulcans from some woods near his home she'd been wanting the Seith.
Cobra had been balls deep in a woman who was very responsive, hot wet and lusty with no need for kissing or any of that shit, just bent over spread her legs and let him dive in, something he deeply appreciated since he hated foreplay most of the time. When he noticed Bickslow, tangled with her sister not 10 feet away, he'd seen the Seith naked before plenty of times, they took showers in the guild gym, went to the same bath house with Laxus and Freed.
Seeing the Seith rolling around on the floor, pleasuring a woman though, the way he moved, the way his long fingers sought out pleasure points, made the woman writhe, how his muscular body flexed and relaxed as he fucked her, that tight ass clenching, thighs going taut as he worked his cock in and out of the woman, that perfect cock of his, framed in trimmed blue hair, not a huge thick length that was more a weapon than a penis like Laxus had, no, Bickslows was thick, long, but not overly so, and damn if Cobras mouth didn't start drooling every time he saw it.
He blamed his dragon, she had an obsession with cocks and she favored Bickslows, forced imaginings on him of what it would be like to have it in his mouth, how the Seith would taste, what it would be like to cup those nice balls and lick it like a lollipop, get his hands on that tight ass, rake his nails over those hard muscled thighs…
Fuck Tink and her imagining all the things she wanted to do to people, especially Zen recently, she triggered this shit and now he was hard sitting at the table with her and Zen rapidly approaching the house, Zen who himself was filling Cobras head with all the things he wanted to do with Lucy..The couple was happy, they had figured some shit out and both of them felt better…yay.
The Poison slayer almost latched fully onto Zen, feeling like images, remembered tastes and sounds as he'd eaten the woman out were much better for him than Lucys ideas sparking his inner dragon to put himself and Bickslow as the stars of the womans imaginings.
I bet fucking Tesla doesn't have to deal with this shit, his inner dragons probably a fucking male. Cristoff had a female dragon but I've yet to see him lust after any men...Fuck this shit!
Ok…Cristoff was Boscan, Bickslows brother…and had probably fucked his share of men to be fair and honest, Boscans didn't give a single fuck about gender when it came to sex and he knew that…and wasn't sure why he cared…he wasn't supposed to care about anything right? Just…giving in to his dragon seemed like a failure on his part somehow…or was it? Fuck if he knew…not like he'd had a fucking soul to teach him a damned thing, he'd learned everything on his own for the most part, trial and miserable errors.
He cleared his throat drawing those red eyes back to him "Better open the front door or your brother might crash through it...he's having some trouble flying, seriously distracted." Cobra chuckled, keeping his tented pants firmly hidden by the table.
Bickslow grinned, standing and heading to the front door, fuck the man and his tight tank tops and low slung sleep pants his inner dragon straining at his hold on it wanting to reach out and just bite that ass, no underwear, Bickslow was in nothing but pale blue soft sleepants that hugged that perfect ass of his...damn him to fucking hell, shit, even Laxus, who was a damn Adonis didn't tempt Cobra, not at all, Vander was seriously walking sex, Cristoff, Farron, fuck Kaleb was fucking unreal he was so gorgeous, Zen with his keen eyes and that gold streaked dark hair, he was surrounded by gorgeous men and none of them did this to him but Bickslow, it seriously pissed him off. His dragon was such a whore.
One light bite, think of what that ass cheek would feel like between your teeth… Cobra inwardly growled back at his dragon, feeling it laughing at him.
Bickslow wasn't totally oblivious, he saw Cobras deep purple soul was holding onto something, he just couldn't see what it was without doing a little digging, and that would be too obvious. He felt bad enough his sometimes too heated Boscan blood was making him semi-lust after his friend.
He really needed to get laid soon, he blamed all of this tension on the fact it had been weeks since he'd had any and for him that was just terrible.
He opened the door barely in time, getting slammed back against the wall as Zen and Lucy crashed to the floor of the livingroom after falling through the door in a tangle of limbs wings and laughing, Lucy still had a firm grip on Zens hair and his hands were clamped on her waist so hard his fingers indented the firm flesh there.
"Uh...so...Hi, come on in, welcome to MY house, glad to see you two working things out ok?" The sarcasm was tempered nicely by his amusement and he snickered when both Lucy and Zen didn't bother to answer, instead both gracing him with single fingered acknowledgement that wasn't very respectful.
"Yeah, so, Zen, you have the room upstairs to the left of the staircase, try not to break anything and no fucking in the open, I don't want to trip on you while I'm trying to get a midnight snack or something." Bickslow said and both Lucy and Zen laughed, Lucy turning to grin at the Seith. "I really do love you sometimes Bix," She said brightly and then looked over at Cobra raising a brow.
"But why exactly aren't you and Cobra…." she hummed sweetly making a circle with two fingers while poking another one in and out of said circle.
Cobra spewed scotch and Bickslows eyes looked ready to pop out of his head as Lucy laughed, untangling herself from Zen and getting to her feet while Zen stood.
"You two really need to figure that out." Lucy said lightly, patting Bickslow's shoulder and Zen smiled at his brother as he turned to follow Lucy to the stairs so they could sit and talk.
"We won't be…fucking…anywhere Bix, still working things out, but thanks for the support." he chuckled.
Bickslow watched them walk through the door upstairs laughing and then the sounds cut off when the door shut and the runes glowed activating. He smirked at Cobra "You were right, i was wrong and thank the fucking Gods for that, you want some more of the whisky or you ready for a chaser?" He asked then, moving back to the kitchen.
Cobra drew a slow breath, holy hell Lucy was on just a tear upstairs and he was struggling to block her and Zen out because all that lovey dovey bullshit they were BOTH thinking was messing with him, his Dragon wanted none of it, trying to redirect it all onto the target she wanted who was innocently looking at him expectantly from behind the kitchen island.
"Chaser, whatever you think is good after that whisky, which is some smooth good shit by the way." He said, still trying to will away his erection and shifting in his seat a little in the effort, grateful Bickslow was not addressing what Lucy had said that Cobra planned to possibly kill her for later…
"Dad sends me some every year with my Christmas box, keeps that decanter full which isn't easy around Laxus. I've got a good blonde ale in here that would chase it nice, Minstrellan." He said from the refrigerator. Cobra remained seated, running thoughts of things that usually killed his arousal through his head and doubling up his barriers against the waves of hopeful, happy, love and futures and babies and bullshit thoughts coming from upstairs from the reconnecting couple.
Gods coming together in the midst of a war...those two had a hell of a time ahead of them,it was good they both were so into the whole idea of being in love and in a relationship. Lucy was head over heels for the Archangel though she still didn't realize that, typical for Tink, and the big Boscan, well, whether he knew it or not, he'd been hopelessly in love with the celestial mage since before her little ass claimed him. Zen was too dedicated to reining himself in though, the man had learned too well as a slave how to hide his feelings, to the point he hid them from himself, Cobra could relate to that shit well and had nothing but respect and his version of sympathy, which amounted to not being pissed the person was breathing air around him, for the man.
Bickslow was suddenly right next to him, the man's scent, this delicious mixture of exotic spice and earth, washing over him and he mistakenly snapped his eyes up, meeting the Seith's. It was a serious error, because his thoughts were so full of tension, confusion, frustration, fucking years of it at that point that something in his gaze triggered Bickslow, and the Seiths eyes went from red to green and Cobra knew, knew even though he had no way of listening and hearing what was going through the other mans head, that Bickslow would know what he was trying so damn hard to bury.
Bix did see it then, he didn't even have to dig for it, what triggered his eyes to activate had been the way Cobras eyes had locked with his, the soft growl the Dragon Slayer hadn't even realized had escaped him when Bickslows scent had flooded his senses. In a moment he saw Cobras soul wrapped around a seed of rich Seith gold, the deep dark gold only Seith mage's souls had, and Cobra only knew one Seith mage…
Cobras dragon, roared through him then, Bickslow was starting to bend, leaning toward him, and Cobra was riveted to his seat in a mixture of shock and stubbornness trying to pretend it wasn't a certainty his friend now KNEW what he'd been struggling to keep hidden for most of the time they had known each other.
"Erik…" Bickslow breathed out, eyes drifting back to their deep red as he put a hand down on the table beside where he'd placed the beer, his other gripping the back of Cobras chair as he bent, drawn like a moth to a flame now.
He wanted him...had feelings for him...Bickslow could have got down on his knees right then and praised every God for what he'd just seen were it not for the alarm in those indigo eyes that were locked on his. That alarm made him pause, hover because it was mixed with distinct longing and Bickslow wasn't exactly sure what to do, he knew what he wanted to do, he wanted to get his lips on those thin parted ones in front of him, wanted to push his tongue into that toxic mouth and taste what he was sure was something he'd be utterly addicted to in an instant.
Cobras dragon finally won and he leaned up, eyes leaving Bickslow's to fixate on the Seith's lips and Bickslow, the moment those Indigo eyes released him, lunged in greedily.
Cobra knew how much was pent up in him, knew it because he'd realized what he felt long ago, his Dragon really didn't give him any chance of hiding it from himself...the skanky bitch. Bickslow though was floored, he'd had cravings for Poison since shortly after Cobra had joined Fairy Tail but he'd had no idea pure raw unadulterated lust would crash over him and just destroy any self restraint, any hesitation he had was out of his reach and he was running his tongue across a soft warm lower lip and moaning loudly when Cobra's lips parted under his and their tongues tangled.
Cobras hands flew up, shoving into thick blue and black hair. Bickslow had abandoned the childish tri hawk a couple of years ago, keeping his blue and black locks cropped in longish layers now, long enough he could put them into a little ponytail to satisfy his brothers who were always nagging him to go more traditional Boscan with his hair even though it was usually hidden in a helmet or under a hood.
Right now it was hanging loose around the man's handsome face, perfect for Cobra to get his fingers into it and grip tightly as he pushed up from his chair, eager to get closer to the taller mage.
Somehow, as deep growls came from the Dragon Slayer, Bickslow knew, instinctively, to sink down, letting Cobra shove him down on his back on top of the table, absolutely over the moon when the slayer climbed right onto the table on top of him, straddling his hips and devouring his mouth, tongue sliding along his while elongated fangs teased against his upper lip. Gods Cobra had this distinct, sweet taste to him, like nothing Bickslow had ever experienced, sweet and salty at the same time and like he'd suspected...instantly addicting.
They barely heard the first explosion, Cobras growls drowning out the sound and the vibration of his rumblings making the way the house shook just feel like part of what they were doing.
"Bix! That airship is...holy shit…" Cristoffs voice fell off, midnight eyes huge taking in the scene on the kitchen table, Bickslow sprawled out on top of it, Cobra on top of him, the pair locked in a kiss so heated the Lunar Slayer sucked in a sharp breath at the heavy scent of arousal hanging in the air.
"That airship is fucking Alvarez garbage is what it fucking...uh...damn Bixy get you some…" Vanders voice ended more in a snort than the stunned fade of Cristoffs.
"Here I thought I'd be the only one getting laid tonight…" He snickered.
The house shook again and this time the men on the table noticed, breaking apart gasping for air eyes wide when they found Cristoff and Vander both steadying themselves gripping walls and smirking at them.
"Oh don't mind the Alvarez airship attacking the town, you two go ahead and get your freak on, maybe they wont shell the fucking house…" Vander said.
Cobra scrambled off the table "Shit!" Bickslow actually just fell on the floor, Cristoff and Vander both snickering as they ran past them finally ripping the front door open and rushing outside.
The moon was out, and Cristoff smirked as his dark eyes scanned the lone ship that looked to be lining up for another run over the city.
"Well, I think I'll just take a little hop through these nice shadowy skies and see how much I can fuck shit up on that ship…" Vander said darkly, his long black swords forming in his hands as his standard black leather formed into full leather armor over him.
Cristoff gave him a sideways smile "Not if I get there first...Bixy, you and Cobra up to a little lunar shift and some ass kicking?" He offered as his brother stumbled up behind him pulling on a jacket, his totems swirling around him. "Take Cobra with you, I'll go with Van." Bickslow replied stepping next to the shadowquip who grinned "Wise choice...try not to miss the ship when we make it start falling from the sky Moony." Vander said lightly, grabbing Bickslow and Vanishing.
"Get me on the deck and I'll melt the fucking ship and every Alvarez piece of shit on it." Cobra growled. Cristoff put a hand on the other slayers shoulder and his eyes flashed from blue to silver before Cobra blinked and one moment was looking at the street in front of Bickslows house, the next was glaring with a wicked nasty grin at startled Alvarez soldiers on the deck of the airship.
"Two years...two fucking YEARS of wanting him and I finally had him willing and eager underneath me and you shit stains interrupted us!" Cobra snarled, stalking after the man who stumbled away from him. The fear filled eyes and smell of his poison drifting from his mouth wasn't even enough to calm him. "And more than that, I KNOW those two asshats will never, not ever let what they just walked in on because of you fucks go and it's all because of you fuck twats!" Cobra finished, his words menacing, and without much thought, attacked the Alvarez fighters who had kept him from claiming his mate.
He let it all flow right through his magic, every bit of the emotion and his dragon for once was in full cooperation, the amount of poison that flowed from his claws and first wing attack made the wood and metal of the ships structure melt and curl sending acrid black smoke up that when it wafted over a crewman sent the man to his knees screaming in agony as his clothes and then skin and tissue started to melt off.
Cristoff took a support role behind the poison slayer, making sure his own armor didn't melt when he equipped it and that he was close enough to grab Cobra and shift back down to the street if he needed to. Considering his other brothers, Vander with a malicious streak a mile wide and Bickslow probably as riled up as Cobra were elsewhere on the ship wrecking havoc he felt the precaution was wise. Add in the continued curses, insults, and imaginative things Cobra was going to do to those who had attacked Magnolia, and Cristoff found himself having trouble not doubling over in laughter, the seasoned Knight had been through war before, and he had little mercy for the attacking forces so…humor wasn't out of his reach. At one point he just decided to lean back against a support beam and watch with a smirk as Cobra tore through those who went up against him.
On a good day, Cobra was a complete overbearing asshole.
"I heard that Moony you fucking shit! You and your shadow shit stain of a brother didn't help either!" Cobra snapped as he darted past him, his poison dripping dragon claws bringing down yet another Alvarez soldier who had no idea what they had interrupted but screamed "We were following orders! This city was to be razed!" which really didn't help his cause any and certainly didn't buy him any pity from Cobra or the larger slayer who was watching the whole scene and staying out of Cobras way.
On a bad day, when apparently he was suffering from two year long blue ball syndrome, Cobra didn't need help taking down anyone. Cristoff carefully cleared his throat, doing a side step as an acid attack shot close to him, catching the idiot trying to attack him from behind while Cris carefully went through the steps of shielding his mind and soul from a mage who could see one or the other…sound…he thought he remembered Cobra had some sound magic but it was different than his fathers…Arman used it both discreetly in his work and…lethally when danger got through everything that protected the leader of the Boscan Consulate and Peacekeeping force. Cobra could hear souls…which Farron was capable of on a certain level and he wasn't sure how that played through, because research said the only sound mages who could reach that deep, something Arman could not do…were the ones with a stronger base magic, in Cobras case, he was a Dragonslayer and that magic powered up the sound magic and gave it more reach…it had Cristoff wondering…as he followed Cobra around…how Farron had the deeper ability when all he was…was a sound mage…like their father…it didn't quite make sense.
"Fucking piece of shit soldiers, this can't be all of you, come back here you fucking coward! You think I'm done killing people?! TWO YEARS!" Cobra raged and Cristoff ducked as the bottom half of an unfortunate alvarez who had been trying to flee from Cobra sailed over him the top half of the man being hurled at a cluster of wide eyed utterly horror stricken soldiers that suddenly started to smell distinctly of piss.
"What are you fuckers waiting for a written invitation?!" Cobra snarled heading toward them and the men started scrambling to try and run from him, one screaming like a small girl and jumping through one of the holes in the hull Cobra had created, he got stuck and was flailing there trying to leap to his death and die without the Poison slayers help but instead had another soldiers body used as a bat to beat him senseless with before he finally broke free and both soldiers fell through the hole while Cobra marched on after the next.
"Fuckin cowards...he tastes like spiced cookies you know that? I fucking LOVE spiced cookies and he tastes like em and I got like two minutes, three tops before you fuck heads decide to come and after TWO FUCKING YEARS of wanting to taste that, of listening to my fucking cunt of a dragon lust after his ass I have him under me, kissing me back, tasting like spiced cookies smelling even better and you start fucking with our home town! Fuck you shits, Fuck you all to hell I want to claim my fucking mate!"
Cristoff drew a breath, randomly healing any injuries anyone managed to land on the poison slayer...there weren't many, and smiling, cheering for Bickslow…Cobra had declared the man his mate…and Cris knew well how precious that was and that his brother was going to be…loved, cherished. He ducked some viscera that flew by him, trying to keep the gore out of his hair if possible, smiling still…just happy for Cobra and for Bickslow.
On the opposite end of the ship Bickslow and Vander were trying to reach the cockpit, doing a fine job of ripping through people and both made small sounds of surprise and alarm but managed to sidestep a huge barrage of deep crimson poison wing attack that could only have come from one place that ripped right through the ship.
"TWO YEARS I'VE WANTED HIM!" They both heard and Bickslow smirked. Vander elbowed him.
"Sounds like you're wanted big bro." he chuckled.
Bickslow grinned "Fucking romantic as shit isn't it? I mean some folks like flowers...candy...me? I'm lucky as hell, my guy melts a fucking gunship and flings dead bodies and viscera around while professing his feelings." He held his hand over his heart and Vander held his wrist to his forehead, fanning himself and blinking rapidly, stopping only for a moment to ram one of his swords through a man trying to attack them.
"Stop...I may cry...it's so fucking beautiful…" Vander whimpered dramatically.
"You wish someone would fuck up a battleship for your ass." Bickslow said.
Vander nodded "It's true...I mean, I never really had a thing for wine or roses…" the shadowquip sighed and kicked a man away from Bickslow "Hey…don't fuck with my brother alright! He's having a romantic moment let him enjoy it!"
Another massive barrage of poison ripped through the ship and it lurched sideways making Vander and Bickslow both have to grab the railing and they both grinned as they heard Cobra again.
"Quit running from me so I can fucking kill more of you piece of shit cock blocks!"
Vander shook his head at Bickslow "You are the luckiest ass in the world...I am so jealous right now."
Bickslow batted his eyes "Words only mean so much, it's the displays of affection that matter, proof you know?" he said as the ship lurched more and started to plummet.
"Maybe we should get back to the ground…" Vander said "You know...you should be waiting when he's done showing his true feelings for you."
Bickslow grinned "Hard, naked and drooling."
Vander shrugged "You or him?"
"Both of us!" Bickslow cackled as his younger brother grabbed him and the shadows enveloped them.
Cobra eyed the skyline, assessing where they were and deciding the ship would come down outside the city limits if he took it out now. Gods he loved having both of his eyes again… Drawing in a deep breath he stretched his senses out, pinpointed Vander and Bickslow toward the front of the ship already in the Control room killing people and let out a Poison Dragons roar that took out the back end of the ship and melted its Lacrima engines.
"Time to go…" Cristoff said grabbing his shoulder as the ship took a nose dive and started hurtling toward the ground. "Bix…" Cobra started to protest
"Is with Van and his babies who will get him safely away from the ship." Cristoff interrupted before grabbing the Poison slayer and casting his lunar shift to take them right back to the exact spot they had just left minutes earlier.
They watched as the ship lurched to one side, twisting in the air, crewman raining down screaming as they fell several hundred feet to hit buildings or cobblestone and Cristoff tensed for a moment when a firm hand grabbed his shoulder. Snapping his head to the side, hand on his sword but seeing only Zen standing next to him and Lucy right beside Zen with his cloak wrapped around her both watching the ship falling from the sky, Cristoff relaxed slightly.
Another few tense moments passed and finally shadows moved and converged, Vander stepping from them with Bickslow at his side and Cristoff smiled faintly hearing Cobra let a relieved rush of held breath go.
Apparently, his older brother Zen wasn't the only one of them to find someone during a war...though he knew Bix and Cobra had been teammates for the last couple of years and had known each other longer than that.
As the ship went down Bickslow looked at them. "We need to make sure no survivors start any trouble…" He said firmly, romance was one thing…protecting their home so they could enjoy it had to come first.
"You and I can scout out where the crew started falling, make sure those bastards are either dead or wishing they were. Van, Cris, Cobra? You guys wanna head for the crash site? I have no doubts others will be headed that way...Cosplayer...you're gonna want more clothes before you go anywhere…" He added smirking at Lucy who leveled a glare at him.
"I'm going with you guys, you aren't leaving me behind, besides, I have more on than I usually do, nobody will bat an eye." She declared boldly.
Bickslow looked at Cobra who was watching him closely. "Pick up where we left off in a bit?…" Bickslow grinned at the Poison Slayer before climbing on his babies and taking to the sky a moment before Zen shot past him. "Slow ass get out of a real fliers way!" the Archangel laughed and Bickslow narrowed his eyes. "You hear that, babies? We gonna take that from Uncle Zen?"
"You guys are not leaving me behind." Lucy warned when Cristoff and Cobra looked at her. Vander suddenly appeared at her side, an arm sliding around her waist. "Wouldn't dream of it sugar, now, Cris can bring Cobra, I'll bring you and lets get our asses in gear shall we?" He purred and Lucy avoided the surprised squeak at his initial grab of her, boldly putting her arm around the tall smiling Shadowquip.
"Chop chop shadow boy." She prompted and Vander grinned "Last one to beat an Alvarez bloody buys the first victory round." He said with a smirk at Cris and Cobra.
He vanished with a wide eyed Lucy and Cris grabbed Cobra, shifting immediately, no fucking way was he buying Vander a beer.
It had been years, his whole life really. Nuryev had learned the hard way once his father had been killed what he had to do to survive. For a time…he'd not felt alone, not felt the rage…his tutor…his father's advisor…Xavier, had been there, had made sure he learned, made sure he was educated…trained, he could fight, he could think…he knew right from wrong…and he learned to truly, deeply…love his country, his people…his precious shifters who made up the military of Seven…who he had perfected…he had overseen the creation or refinement of hundreds upon hundreds of them…repaired the damages his mother's idiot teams of scientists had layered on so many…brought them clear of being mindless killing machines…restored their minds, anything he could do for them.
He took punishments…beatings…was raped over and over again by his mother and her sister who had taken a liking to his body as soon as he was old enough to truly start showing his inherited looks…looks very much like…Xavier honestly. From the dark hair to the broad shoulders and height…he had his grandmother's green eyes though…vivid emerald eyes…the eyes of the Dragon line he came from.
He learned to use it…his body, his looks…learned to be subtle…charming…manipulative and cunning…trying to kill his mother the first time when he was only 14. She had punished him…badly…he'd been chained to her bed for a month…but she'd admired his ambition she said. "You get that murderous edge from me." She'd said proudly. The woman had no idea…
He got to talk to King Karadin…to his brothers…because they refused to speak directly to a woman…so he was his mothers mouth piece…and those men had used him…or thought they had. His body certainly…Gods the things he'd done…been forced to do…he was numb to it all now, long since, probably by the time he was 13 he'd really just not given a damn, could detach himself well from what his body was forced to do. In truth…he manipulated them, positioned things…seeking Xavier, wanting his teacher…the only person in his life he'd ever trusted other than the 7 Generals of Seven. He wanted Xavier back, wanted his throne, his freedom, and even more than that, he wanted his country free, wanted his people free. Only the Generals still defied Kressa on a regular basis, and they suffered for it. Immortal ancient blood flowed in them, they had been key to creating the shapeshifting armies of Seven, starting with the massive Alpha Wolf, Anran, stolen from the Black Pack of the north, Son of the Black Wolf God, Kurokami, worshipped by many in the northern realms, he and his great Black Pack ruled the southern part of the great forrest, Anran was his son captured at great cost and the loss of dozens of seasoned hunters. He'd been the first. After him, 6 more that were the foundation of Sevens military power. The Seven Generals…for the Country of Seven, the Dragon Kingdom, to build an army unlike any the world had ever known.
Nuryev knew them all well…they were his only friends, and they had all suffered alongside each other as the young Prince had grown into the man he was now.
Tall, with the vivid green eyes of a true Dragonblooded royal of Seven…the people loved him…wanted him on the throne…but his mother kept him chained…and he had to be careful, too much defiance and she made his friends suffer, or she gave a shifter to some…asshole in Pergrand…or worse…just killed them in front of him. He had to walk a fine line with her. Too little defiance and she got mean…let his aunt have him too often and his aunt exhausted him…too much and people he loved were harmed. He'd lost Xavier when he had tried to kill her when he was 14, he would never make a mistake like that again, and had walked the eggshells of his life without cracking any for years.
The queen arched, gasping out her end, falling forward some, hands catching on Nuryev's chest to keep her from falling fully onto her biting into well defined pectoral muscle she smiled down at him…taking in those gorgeous green eyes so filled with disgust and hatred toward her.
"Now…go get cleaned up, you see King Karadin in a little over an hour and we need him to send about 1500 berserkers for us to use…so…make sure you make him happy." Kressa smiled, sliding off of him to stretch out on the bed, unconcerned he was sickened…half blinded by all the drugs she'd put into him so his body would cooperate with what she'd wanted. Karadin wouldn't care…as long as he got to bend the pretty Prince over his desk…she would get what she needed to deliver to the Emperor and she didn't mind her son whoring for the sake of her reign…she certainly made use of his fine body often.
Nuryev managed to get off the bed once he was untied, and stagger to the bathroom, Thain was fortunately there…his loyal aide helping him into the bath and carefully getting the young man cleaned up and into suitable clothing. The snug breeches of his uniform took a bit to get onto him…his body would be a good hour or more before the succubus venom allowed him to calm down…but he bitterly got himself into the clothes, wishing for about the millionth time…his teacher was there…to talk to him in that soothing voice…assure him he would get through this…
Well…he was going to…and he was going to make his mother, his Aunt…and the fucking Emperor of Alvarez sorry they had ever used him…King Karadin too…Gods he had such a long list of people who he needed to see…die.
But first he had to free his friends…free his people, free his country and take his throne…
"My Prince…one of the shifters lost in the sundering spell….she's back." Thain whispered as he settled Nuryev's uniform carefully. It had been designed so it could be easily removed…technically still a traditional Sevenese uniform, and adorned elaborately for the Prince who wore it..but…Nuryev despised it. It was what he had to wear when he went to those of Pergrand his mother needed things from. He was 21, now…he had been a prisoner of his mother for far too long.
He didn't react to Thains whisper, far too well practiced in not reacting to anything and knowing…feeling…his aunt's eyes on him from the bedroom, she liked watching him bathe. She couldn't touch him right now though, he had a meeting to get to and there was no time for her to do anything with him. He stood silent, but his eyes went to Thain.
"Cida, the tigress, she was thrown into Bosco, the grass sea…and has returned with…an alteration…you will have to address as soon as your meeting is done." He nodded toward the bedroom, where a dark clad knight, one of the Queen's private guard was talking to her and her sister, telling them about the return of a shifter who had been altered while she was away. Nuryevs expression stayed bland, but he listened…
"Make sure Nuryev sees her the moment he's out of the meeting, keep her in isolation until he can…I don't want to put her down, we've had so few successful female shifters." Kressa said angrily.
It was an issue…of her own creation really, that the process of creating a shapeshifter tended to destroy women. Kressas determination that they be prolific, she wanted a breeding program, wanted to be able to breed as well as create her shifters and the changes made to the females had driven most insane…suicidal in the extreme, they always found ways to die…and usually if they couldn't kill themselves…somehow…something in them just broke and they withered…died slowly no matter what Kressa's teams did.
Nuryev knew…the mental strength needed to survive the change was one thing…but becoming a female who went from one baby gestating for 9 months to a female who could carry 6 and give birth within 4 to 6 months depending on the animal species they were melded with…it just broke women. Especially when Kressa started forcing them to breed. He tried to explain…but his mother simply didn't care, and Seven had watched hundreds upon hundreds of female shifters die within the first year or two after their alterations became solid. They could fight within days of being changed…but their minds were a disaster until they adapted…so all wore command collars…to keep them from being too…wild.
The sundering spell had scattered some of their forces. The capital city of Draksden was untouched, likely because beneath it lay the ancient Dragon Lairs that had once been the home of the founding Queens of the Dragon race on Earthland. But outlying areas had been effected and they were still finding towns…even cities…that had been relocated and Seven's borders were….very much a question mark now, one that Kressa wanted answered and she had been pressuring Alvarez to define borders as soon as possible…before other countries claimed lands she wanted.
Cida..was one of few that Nuryev had managed to save, balancing her magic and shape shifting using Rickter, the massive Lion of the Sun from the Pride of the Sun in the East. Rickter's DNA and his blood coupled with that of Kittar's…the Dire Shifter taken from Enca shortly before they had captured Cida. Kittars blood had made the difference, the man already Encan, of the same country Cida had come from, possessing the Guardian touch that country blessed very few with, but that Cida had, once Kit's blood had started augmenting Rickter's…Cida had balanced. It had been a struggle, and she'd been so wild and beastial for so long, but in recent years she had started returning…without other shifters. Going on missions and other shifters with her would mysteriously disappear, their collars somehow destroyed.
Cida had been punished for it, Queen Kressa had her suspicions, but Nuryev stood strong and insisted Cida couldn't do it, it was impossible for her to use her magic or skills against a command collar, that Cida had just had some really rough missions…
When they had lost Kittar though…the Encan who Kressa knew Cida had a special friendship with, and he was a precious Dire Shifter who held a magic they couldn't replace…a magic Kressa had valued and been proud to control…Cida had suffered for that, Nuryev had as well, though both had held fast that Cida hadn't set Kittar free, she hadn't enabled him to escape, it had just happened and they had lost other shifters many times in mysterious ways. Nuryev had spent countless hours with Cida…getting her stable, trying to keep her on the human side of her alteration. He counted her a friend and someone he loved like family.
So he was already planning carefully as he walked to the teleport mage who took him to Pegrand. Head high he schooled his features into absolute stone as he followed the two naked slaves adorned with jewelry who met them and led them through the harem gardens to where Karadin was.
It was…immensely…difficult for Nuryev to maintain his calm though when they came through some ferns into a beautiful area where Karadin had a big man bent over a statue of a Pergrandian lion.
Walking up to Karadin while he was fucking one of his slaves wasn't…unfortunately…new to Nuryev, it had happened before, their meetings usually scheduled after Karadin had been handling stressful business he felt a need to relax after. So he stood, it was just…the striped tail in the king's hand, his other hand gripping a fistfull of thick black hair that faded into fiery orange ombre at the ends…there was also no mistaking the golden dragon tattoo across the mans back…Karadin had one of Sevens shifters under him. One of Nureyev's…beloved people.
He remembered each one…each precious to him because he'd spent time with them, talked to them through the process of changing them. This was Druin…Druin was merged with a Bellan Lava Tiger, he'd been a front line soldier on the line with Pergrand, had served directly under one of Bellum's Princes, right under Matej, who was the strategist of the royal family. He'd been a proud soldier of Bellum, taken by slave hunters, brought to Seven, turned into a very powerful shifter…that he was now underneath Karadin…Nuryev knew…this would hurt this man, he hated Pergrand with every fiber of his being, had grown up hating them like every Bellan did because of the ongoing fighting at their border, Pergrand tested their damned Bersekers against the Bellan military…
Having a Bellan royal soldier beneath him no doubt thrilled Karadin…and Nuryev could see it on Druins face…the mans fangs bared, eyes screwed shut, snarls of anger and frustration coming from him…but his hands were bound, ankles shackled…control collar glowing…while Karadin took his pleasure out of the mans body. Nuryev sucked in a breath, unable to watch it continue.
"Raimarc." Nuryev said, his face morphing into a smirk, dark green eyes turning heated. Karadin had insisted some time ago he use his first name…and mostly Nuryev avoided that, his one defiance…but he meant to get the man off the miserably unhappy shifter.
Karadins eyes lifted, turning and his hips stopped, a smile curving his lips.
"Sweet Prince…" he purred, winded, and he'd been enjoying himself, defiling a soldier of Bellum thrilled him to no end, he'd resented Aram keeping this beast to himself…he understood he worked well in the club his brother owned, keeping the other performers safe from clients who got too rough…but Karadin felt that like the Dark Eagle, the Lava Tiger of Bellum belonged in Skysreach, which was where he'd go…once Karadin had had his fill of him enough he was willing to lose him in a fight.
"Here you are…wearing yourself out…puting one of my creations through his paces." Nuryev observed, feeling the fiery orange eyes snap to him as Karadin pulled out of the tiger shifter, leaving him panting chained to the stone lion, looking at Nuryev in shocked surprise.
Karadin took the bait though, walking boldly to Nuryev and pushing a hand into the glossy waves of black hair, his eyes hungrily taking in the rich dragon green eyes, handsome face..beautiful trained body encased in the snug uniform of the Sevenese military.
"You are stunning…ever so much more beautiful than even the finest men of Pergrand." Karadin purred, leaning in he kissed him, and Nuryev managed not to stiffen, he was a bit taller than Karadin now…he hadn't been the first time the man had…been with him…but he was now, so he had to tilt to the side, adjust a bit so Karadin could get the angle Nuryev knew he liked. It was…revolting…Nuryev had long since lost his aversion to men and sex, a survival necessity, but he still despised that he had to do this. All of the anger, rage…it burned and he let it…directing it toward the man kissing him, toward his mother who had forced him to live this way.
"Let him go…I don't mind watching but…if you wear yourself out on him…" He whispered when Karadins lips moved to his neck.
The King chuckled, fingers already hurrying to start stripping Nureyev's clothes off of him.
"Take the tiger to the baths…tell Anja to help him clean up…and leave us…I want nobody seeing my beautiful Prince but me…" Karadin said, waiting until his people had left before stripping Nuryev completely. Nuryev did his duty…got the approval for the 1500 berserkers to help their shifters fighting in the field…and made sure Karadin was worn out well so he wouldn't be reaching for Druin…even purring…asking Karadin to keep the Tiger out of Skysreach…keep one of his creations safe and appreciated…and Karadin had chuckled, agreeing…he wouldn't be talked out of keeping the shifter there for his own pleasures…but he promised not to send him to Skysreach. It was the best Nuryev could manage. He had so little leverage…he knew Karadin wanted to marry him, and that his mother had planned to hand him over before his age of ascension in Seven, which he was already past now…21…the people were already unhappy Kressa had not placed him on the throne…she had to get rid of him soon…her own greed and need for his magic and talent in the labs was all that stalled her.
As he left a few hours later he stopped in the baths, scrubbing himself ruthlessly clean before allowing the teleport mage to take him home…he would never carry the taint of Pergrand into his country willingly when he could avoid it….