"Chase, I don't get why you insisted on following me here. I didn't even win the Wu. If you think I have something hidden then you're…well, you're wrong." Jack grunted as he pushed open his bedroom door, holding it for the Heylin Lord like he had done this a dozen times before. The strangeness of the moment hadn't quite hit him. He understood, in the back of his mind, that Chase never once requested entrance to his bedroom. And yet, even knowing that, Jack let himself stumble along without a single thought. He followed Chase like he always had before, right into the middle of his cluttered room.
There, just past a pile of circuit boards, Jack froze, listening to the door shut and lock behind them. "Um. Chase? That's actually a bit…o-oh!" He lurched as the taller man stepped closer, crowding into Jack's space in an utterly unfamiliar way. It made his breath stop, sure that there wasn't enough air in the room. He could feel the walls collapsing in, pressing down in reminder of his room's size. Of how much space Chase took up in it. It felt like too much. Chase was too much and he…
Without warning, Chase shoved his hands into Jack's chest, sending him careening back onto the bed.
"Hey, what the heck are you doing?!" He surged up to his elbows, nearly managing to get upright before Chase dropped onto the bed and shoved him down again. The proximity had Jack's voice rising to a fever-pitch. "I'm serious! Chase?!"
"God. Do you ever shut up?" Chase snapped. He yanked off his bracers with one hand, moving to loosen the tie in his hair without once shifting his eyes from Jack. "I don't have time to seduce you so why don't be a good boy and do what I say? I figure that should be easy for a pathetic worm like you," he added with a laugh. "You always did give me a look like you wanted this."
"Excuse me?! You don't get to-!" Jack twisted harder against Chase, managing to get a knee into the other man's stomach that left him surging back with a hiss of teeth and hot breath. An instant later, ice shocked its way down his spine. Hatred burned in Chase's eyes as he rolled onto his knees, already primed to strike. Jack flew back, a half-formed plea freezing on his tongue. "Wa-!"
However, Chase stilled with his arm outstretched, distress flickering across his face. It was all Jack needed to dive back off the bed. He stood, heaving for a second before he managed to spit words out past the tightness of his throat.
"I don't know what game you're playing, Chase, but I swear to god, I will call every single jack-bot on you right now if you don't tell me what you want! You're acting insane and I don't like it!"
Anger rushed up, swallowing the hesitation in Chase's eyes. "You…don't like it?" With a low growl, Chase dropped to his feet, whatever unease that had come over him more than long gone. Jack realized with a bone-chilling shiver that the man had grown claws. God-fucking claws curled over those fingers and 'didn't like' was the lowest description that Jack could think of. 'Didn't like' covered nothing at all. He threw himself backwards, almost falling in his haste to get away from Chase. Not that it made a difference.
Chase's hand wrapped around Jack's neck, stopping him from going any further as the fiercest of fires lit up those deep-sea eyes.
"Do you think I care that you don't like this? I told you that I don't have time to play nice. And I-" Chase let his claws dig in, drawing out a squeak of panic from Jack's throat. He opened his mouth, breathing in deep the smell of Jack's fear. It intoxicated him, nearly overpowered the last shreds of his consciousness. He could let himself fall into it here and now and it wouldn't even matter. He could do so many things. He could do anything to Jack and…they didn't have time, though. He could feel it beginning already and here Jack was, already in his grasp. The very thought had a canine-filled grin stretching over his face. Once Chase stepped close enough for his chest to bump against Jack's, he spoke again.
"You see, I'm afraid it's the dragon's season and there's only one way to deal with a rut, Spicer." He breathed in deep, luxuriating further in Jack's smell. It smelled too god damned sweet, luring him in like it had hours ago on the windy clifftops they'd gone chasing after Wu. He bore his gaze into Jack's, trying to convey how close he'd come to throwing Jack down and taking him then. He'd waited, though. He'd waited until he could wait no longer.
Chase's tongue flicked out, stretching over the taut lines of his smiling lips. "Yes. I knew it the second I smelled you today. You're the one he plans to mate with. Don't pretend you're not thrilled!"
With that, Chase tossed Jack away from him again, leaving the redheaded boy wavering on his feet as he gasped for air. Even if his body managed to recover, though, his mind still struggled to follow suit. He stood, just trying to take it all in.
When it clicked, a pallor descended on Jack's face. "Um, w-wait. Could you run that by me again? The part about being the dragon mating me? Because, um, that sounds a bit-!" His voice went too shrill to finish, his body rigid and more like a plank than human flesh. This had to be a joke. Godly men like Chase existed on another plane from his lowly rank and it made him want to laugh, to treat this all like a joke. However, before he could even think of it, Chase's expression twisted with darkness.
"You heard me right, Spicer. Don't make me waste my breath again," the Heylin lord hissed, his eyes blazing even as he laughed again. "You're the one that wanted to be my fanboy so get on the bed and start acting like it!" He raised a hand and sent the boy flying backwards from the mere threat. Jack found his hands fumbling with his belt, finally getting it off as he tripped out of his pants and into the soft sheets. They did nothing to soothe the pain of bumping his chin on a knee but his mind reeled too much to care.
He was…wow, he so easily got on his knees and bared his ass to Chase even though he never once thought about doing this before. Okay, maybe once…or twice. But like this? His limbs shook from nerves, leaving him oh so tiny under Chase's massive build. The warrior took one step closer and the feeling worsened tenfold.
"Good boy. So you do know how to listen." Chase ran a hand down Jack's bare back, his fingers lingering at the delicate jut of Jack's hips. However, the younger boy flinched when that finger dipped down between the swells of his ass.
"W-wait!"
"No." Chase's teeth flashed as he bit down on Jack's shoulder. A second later, his finger shoved its way inside. Jack let out a cry from the sheer intensity of it all, his shoulder throbbing and entrance squeezed so tight that he swore he could feel the veins in Chase's finger as it pressed in even deeper. Chase shifted, his forked tongue leaving a stripe around the shell of Jack's ear.
"You're tight. Don't tell me that you're a virgin?" Chase's chest rumbled with almost silent laughter, cranking Jack's anxiety up even higher. He wanted to kick his way back off the bed, to somehow get the mocking man farther away from him. But, Chase's finger was already up to the base and he could feel it inside of him, searching, completely churning him up so that he couldn't help but gasp out an honest reply.
"S-so what if I am? That's why I'm telling you to wait!"
That barely suppressed laugh finally spilled all the way out into the bedroom. "Jack Spicer. You never cease to amaze me." He yanked his finger out and replaced it with three, leaving Jack screaming in response. "I always knew you were born to take my cock. Turns out, I was right. Now, no one else will ever know this taste. You're mine, Spicer." He growled against Jack's ear and spread his fingers.
"That's not…I'm not…" Jack hiccuped against the growing pressure inside of him even as he lay pliant under Chase's form. He could feel his body screaming at the stretch, knew that he'd already long passed his limits, but no part of him seemed willing to fight. Could he even win? The idea of going against Chase without any Wu left him giddy with absurdity. He liked a challenge, but not like this. He shivered when Chase's tongue slid along his ear again, leaving a heated trail in its wake. Jack had to shove his face into the pillows to hide the groan that escaped.
"I'm not yours!"
Teeth bit into the soft flesh of his neck. "But you are."
And then those fingers slid out of him, replaced by something far more thick and blunt. Jack couldn't breathe, let alone shout one last plea before Chase's cock breached him. The world went fuzzy around the edges, white noise drowning out his scream. Inch by inch that thing kept sliding in until Jack gasped with the surety that that must be it. Then, Chase surged forward and fully seated himself.
A sound of pure bliss followed, then another wet press of lips. "Good boy. Just lie there and let me fuck you."
Jack wanted to laugh but he couldn't drag in enough breath. Did Chase really think he could do more than lay here? Every second of being still burned him to the core. He couldn't…he couldn't even speak past the trembling of his heart or the flutter of his muscles. He just couldn't.
Chase's hand ran down his back, savoring the palpable tension there. Up and down he ran his hands before settling them on Jack's hips. It wasn't like it mattered if the boy shook in his arms. In fact, he reveled in the tightness that his movements brought. The dragon practically sang with glee to know he'd picked so right, picked someone so snug. Pulling out to the tip, Chase hovered before slamming back inside.
"Ah, Chase!" Jack cried out and Chase ground against the boy's deepest part for a second before pulling back to slam inside again.
"Spicer! You feel perfect for me! Stay like that so I can fuck you full!" His teeth flashed again, digging into the flesh at the back of Jack's neck. The younger man went limp, his face buried in the pillow as Chase continued to take his pleasure. It made Chase want to never let go with his teeth. He wanted to keep the boy obedient forever, though he knew many other ways to achieve that.
Sliding a hand down, he gripped Jack's limp cock where it lay pinned against the bed like a forgotten treasure. It left a soft hum rumbling out of Chase as his bites shifted to warm, teasing kisses.
"D-don't…"
Chase ignored the soft whimper as he wrapped his fingers around the boy's cock, rubbing it in time with his thrusts. Jack pulsed around him, growing even tighter before he started to contract in the same rhythm.
"See? You like this too. You like getting fucked by me." Chase chuckled at the moan that escaped Jack, leaving him wanting to swallow up the sound. He could throw the boy on his back and pound him into the sheets, devouring his mouth until Jack couldn't even breathe. He could even fold him in half as he ravaged him so deep it carved out a space in his insides. Impale him. Fuck him so open it bruised his pelvis black and blue. He could fuck Jack like no one ever would.
However, Chase could feel his balls already tightening, the need in him too strong to draw out. Biting down on Jack's neck again, he decided that a fuck like that would have to wait. "Get ready."
A fuzzy confusion filtered its way through Jack's mind. Ready? Ready for what? Almost as soon as Chase had said it, he pinned Jack down, his cock pushing all the way in before freezing in place. A second later, Chase swelled inside of him, pushing Jack's inner walls to their aching limits. He cried out when he felt warmth splash inside, Chase's cum filling his guts. The liquid kept gushing out until Jack rocked against Chase's weight, trying to escape the feeling of too much. Chase didn't budge, though, the thickness of his cock lodged so deep inside that even the jostling didn't allow any cum to escape. Instead, it just kept filling Jack like ocean tides or a flood.
"P-please, no more…" Jack felt a fresh wave of tears spill from his eyes as the pressure inside of him built to his limits. Even the skin of his stomach felt stretched and he found himself gasping, unable to breathe as Chase continued to spend his massive load. When the older man pressed into a particularly deep place inside of him, Jack collapsed into the pillows, feeling his consciousness slip away.
When he came to again, Chase lay draped over his back, cock still swollen inside and his body filled to its limit. However, soft touches had replaced the harsh bites and thrusts, the older man's cock settled and still somewhere inside of Jack's body. If not for his cramping stomach, he could have almost called the position pleasant.
"…Oh. S'not over?" he whispered, the words exiting his mouth before he even considered if Chase would care. The man's hands tightened their hold over his hips, pressing in deep before they relaxed again.
"The pressure should ease up soon. Just stay still. Your squirming will make it worse for both of us." Chase reached down, smoothing a hand through Jack's tangled red locks. He wondered, briefly, if Chase meant to soothe him or to take a handful of that hair and yank it again. With such a mechanical, slow motion, he couldn't decide either way.
Unable to think of any real response, Jack made a small noise and closed his eyes again. With long gentle strokes, Chase continued to run his hand through Jack's hair until he loosened all of the tangles and the wild flutter of his heart had started to slow. The slackness in his body helped the pain but he could still feel it when Chase shifted back, tugging Jack slightly off of the bed with him.
"Good boy. I knew my mate could relax for me. Wait a few more minutes…you can do that, right?"
Even if it hurt, Jack couldn't help but let out a small laugh. "You sure are getting wishy-washy now that we've fucked. Ugh, I still don't know what you mean by mate."
Chase dipped down, lips brushing over the bite he'd left before. "I meant what I said. You are mine now, Spicer. I plan to keep you."
Those words sent a shiver racing down Jack's spine. Keep? He planned to keep Jack? He found his mind racing over the whole night's events, absorbing them now that the craze died down. After all, he couldn't move, couldn't do anything from where he'd been pinned. The only thing he could do was think.
"Wait, this isn't right. I thought…I thought you just needed to fuck? I want…but I'm…" Jack squeezed his eyes shut again, forcing himself to breathe past the rising pressure in his chest. He could feel it all around him and inside, pressing his organs out of place until they could no longer fit inside. Until there was no room for him at all. He needed to gasp out his next words because it felt impossible to keep them inside any longer.
"I don't want you to want me just because I'm convenient!"
Chase let out an immediate growl. "Don't speak so insolently, brat!" He raised his hand, but when Jack shirked away from the impending hit, Chase dropped it to the boy's nape instead, holding him there in an immoveable, possessive grip. "Do you think the dragon would pick you because you are, how did you say? Convenient?" Chase spat out the last word, disgust and hatred dripping from every syllable. Jack didn't need to turn around to see the bared-teeth expression that the other man wore.
Jack sunk down, ignoring the way his shiver morphed into a shake. "…I don't know what to think…"
Chase's grip tightened the slightest bit before it fell away entirely. "Then I must not have been clear. For better or worse, regardless of how we both think, we are locked together for eternity. The dragon chose you, Spicer. He will choose you again as well. Dragons always mate for life," he hissed.
The weight of those words fell into a heavy silence. Jack swallowed hard, forgetting even the ache of Chase lodged deep inside of him. "But there's no reason for the dragon to pick me. You don't even like me, Chase!" How could they mate for life? Chase didn't do things like this. He didn't get attached. No matter how hard Jack thought, he couldn't think of a single reason for any of this.
"It does not matter. You'll hurt yourself if you keep this up any longer. It will be another minute before the swelling goes down," Chase sighed. Hair brushed along Jack's back, feather-light and dancing, as if the other man had shaken his head. "Besides, as much as it pains me to say, the dragon would not pick you if you lacked worthiness. You have…qualities that it sees fit. Perfect even, in its eyes."
At that, Jack's shivering slammed to a stop. "What?"
Chase gave a small huff, sounding irritated that Jack should deign to make him repeat himself. And yet, the strands of hair pulled further down, against Jack's lower back and sides as Chase did just that. "The dragon picked you because you are good. You are the one the dragon picked. You, Jack Spicer, with your uselessly soft demeanor, domestic hobbies, and excessive loyalty. You with your lithe body and creative, optimistic, and absurd type of evil. You can compliment the dragon best. It is a simple fact of life." Jack dropped his face into the pillow as he fought to take in air. Electricity burned through his veins, reigniting his system. He struggled, trying to find some way to still the palpitations in his heart. He never expected to hear such words. He hadn't even realized how badly he wanted to hear them. But that was the thing. As much as he fought it, he'd wanted Chase for so long. Any way that the man was willing to give himself, he'd wanted it. Now that he had it, he wondered if the feeling was really mutual. The dragon wanted him. He believed that without a doubt now but wasn't the dragon only half of it?
Twisting until he could finally look at Chase's face, he stared with his eyes wide and full of the sad truth. "But you don't want me. That's what you meant when you said it didn't matter. You didn't deny that you hate me. Well, I guess I should feel grateful that we're in this together." He jerked his head away again, not quite holding back a bitter laugh. "Your our own inner nature forced you to join with someone like me. Is it strange that I feel sorrier for you than I do myself? Because, believe it or not, I'm pretty okay with this. So, sorry Chase. I'm really, so sorry that you're stuck with me."
The heart palpitations grew heavier, lodging themselves inside of Jack's throat. He couldn't breathe, could only choke on all the feelings he'd been holding back without understanding why. He wanted to cry or to fucking laugh until he couldn't anymore. Anything to get this mess out of him. He felt carved raw and so ragged that he didn't know who he was. He wanted to crawl away and escape everything before his emotions drowned him completely.
With a final last tug, Chase pulled himself free, leaving Jack even more hollowed out, the sting lingering all the way to the base of his spine. However, Chase didn't let him wallow in it. A second after he'd pulled his cock free, he flipped the boy over, one hand at his jaw to lock their gazes together.
"Jack."
For seconds, only that one word hovered between them. The emerald of Chase's eyes looked like stones, cold but…also something more. Jack found he couldn't look away, gasping at the intensity burning there. That, and the tender way that Chase cradled his face. Finally, though, the moment had to break.
Jack breathed out the smallest of laughs, continuing his question at a bare whisper. "Are you going to tell me that I'm wrong?"
Chase's grip tightened, leaving bruises to match the ones on Jack's hips. "Perhaps I am? What will you do if I say I want you? Will you fall down in happiness? Will you stay with me forever, Jack Spicer, never uttering a word of complaint?" One of the man's sharp eyebrows arched upwards, taunting Jack to answer. Though, he didn't know how he would manage it. From the second Chase started speaking, his heart jumped and went still. Over and over, it had been doing so much movement in the past hour that he assumed it simply gave out. Stopped, dead, that was what Chase had done to it.
Distantly, Jack could feel the copious amounts of warm liquid slipping out of him, running onto the sheets and across his legs. He wondered if Chase's size left him gaping open. Not that he cared right then. The ache and disgust felt hazy next to the wild jerks that Chase had been dragging him around in. He had to wrench his jaw out of the other man's grip just so he could bury his face in an arm.
"You really know just what to say, don't you? Or what not to say. I don't even know what to think anymore," Jack admitted. He peeked out above his elbow but Chase hadn't moved, his deep eyes still pinned to Jack's form, knees caging him in place like he might run away. Even if Jack could, he didn't think he'd do it. The thought had a humorless smile drifting across his face as he gave in.
"But yeah, if you said you liked me, I would probably do anything you said."
At some point, Jack dropped his arm without ever meaning to. It gave him a full view of Chase as he regarded him, seeming to test those words for truth. However, no matter how long the man intended to wait, Jack would never take them back. And, after another second, Chase seemed to come to the same conclusion.
"Then you best prepare your heart, little one. If not now, then one day I might give you what you want." He captured Jack's lips before the boy could make any kind of protest. He sucked and bit at the pink flesh, twining their tongues to taste every inch of his mouth before moving lower. "At the very least, I have no problems wanting your body."
Chase paused after sucking a mark on Jack's throat to meet his glassy gaze once again. "And it's not as if I hate your…more ridiculous traits. We have a rapport. The dragon is smart, though a bit basic. We may have our own tastes but you should feel no sorrow for me," he added with a snort and a brief flash of his fangs. "I am more than content with my other half's choices. Now, I believe you said you were still in pain?" Chase's eyes trailed down to Jack's spent cock, his tongue darting out to wet his lips.
Jack never noticed Chase pushing him over the edge but the white stickiness on his stomach evidenced it all the same. All over his lower body, he was a mess of cum and sweat, drying in a stiff and uncomfortable layer. Though, that was nothing compared to the discomfort that Chase's predatory look gave him.
"I-I'm not…it's not really…"
Chase pressed a finger over Jack's lips. "Shush. You obeyed and pleased me well, even if you did not wish it. It's only fair that I offer you the same delectation. I suspect you didn't get to enjoy this much," he stated as his other hand trailed through the cum on his lower abdomen. His fingers paused there, seeming to contemplate before they spread out around his cock. Despite Jack's denial, it jumped and thickened from that little tease. The older man did not fail to notice. With a grin, he shifted so that his lips hovered over Jack's cock and only when the boy struggled to hold back a gasp did he speak again.
"Come. Let me give you an orgasm that you can remember. What do you say, little one?"
Jack couldn't answer but it didn't matter when Chase pressed a kiss to his tip without waiting. His body spasmed, too electrified to allow room for thought and too exhausted to fight when Chase slid the cock all the way into his mouth. Heat erupted from that spot, overtaking him without pause. "O-oh, god!" Jack threw back his head, overwhelmed beyond belief as Chase's lips began to slide along him. At the same time, his fingers wandered lower, rubbing soft circles around his swollen hole.
The feelings crashed over Jack in waves, distant and powerful. Chase's tongue curled and teased him as he swelled, growing painfully hard in seconds. Even when those fingers brushed right over his entrance, he felt sparks born from the pain. For every rough thrust that he'd taken there, Chase left sweet touches behind. Before Jack could think to protest at the audacity of it, the other man dipped his head to take him in deeper. Again and again he worked Jack over until he was crying out, hands grasping dark strands of hair in desperation.
"Please! Please, I can't!"
Chase rubbed his hands down Jack's thighs, smoothing away the tension there before he pressed more kitten kisses to the shaft. "It's alright, I've got you. Come for me, Jack. Let me taste your pleasure."
Then, before Jack could even think to respond, Chase slid down until Jack pressed into his throat and he swallowed, holding the boy still in his mouth. Like white seafoam, he exploded from the cresting wave. Jack screamed with the force of his orgasm as he came down Chase's throat, the older man milking him until he twisted and cried, so overstimulated that it hurt. Only when tears spilled out in rivers did Chase slide Jack from his mouth and settle back.
"Delicious." He bent down, placing a kiss against the now much looser hole.
Jack let out a whimper, his knees pulling shut before Chase could dare to touch him more. He couldn't take it. How could Chase even want more? However, the man hushed him again, his hands petting over those legs with another soft touch.
"Relax. I've finished mending your injuries for now so stop making that face. I will take nothing else from you." Chase made a tutting sound and Jack must have reacted the right way because he huffed out a small laugh. "It's okay if you want to sleep. Go ahead, little one. Tomorrow, I will return to discuss our arrangement…yes, that's right."
Chase encouraged Jack to let his head fall back to the pillows when he couldn't resist the call any longer. Chase would return. He would…Jack didn't really understand the man's words but they still filled him with a sense of relief. Tomorrow, they could figure out what just happened. Tomorrow they would…oh, they would do so much. But his eyes had already slipped closed and Chase's words kept fading in and out. Jack felt something brush against his forehead but then it was gone, the door creaking open and shutting as he spiraled off into sleep.
And yet, all through his uncertainty was a feeling that something important happened. He wasn't sure he could put a word to it yet, but without a doubt, the future had been set. He was Chase's mate. And whatever that might mean, it was a fact that would never change. For better or for worse. Letting out a last sigh, Jack slept, accepting the promise of hope.
AN: Welp, this is my first fic for this fandom and it's a bit...something alright. They're OOC, the plot is squint and you'll miss it, but my next project should be something longer and more wholesome. I really hope at least a few people can enjoy this anyway.