1 comments/ 9001 views/ 5 favorites A Dragon Knows What a Dragon Needs By: SweetSexySwitch So it's been a while... again. For those that enjoyed my previous works, hold onto your seats, this one is a doozy, though incomplete. For those that are new to my work, enjoy. If after reading this you are curious about the chars, might I suggest reading Guests Cum First and then trot over to my non-erotic tale (well partial tale), Soul of Evil. As always I delight in feedback. Thank you. * Mikal sighed, dropping the quill on the desk. Leaning back in the chair he ran his hands through his dark hair. Another round of essays and, again, I volunteered to grade half of them. Why do I let myself get suckered like this? Shaking his head, he stood and ambled over to the wide window. Oh right, cause Kee asks me for help and smiles and I cave like some blithering girl. Mikal laughed softly. He knew and had known for years, that Kee didn't roll the same way he did, but that didn't mean Mikal was immune to the charm and good looks. It wasn't a constant thing, but every now and again the elder Healer's silvery hair, dry wit, intense gray eyes and roguish charm blind sided Mikal. They'd been friends for centuries, and Kee had known him before he'd sworn off all women, but all that aside Kee was a damn sexy man. Mikal turned from the window just as a soft tap echoed and the door opened wider. He smiled quietly, seeing one of the young apprentices poke their head in. "Ummm..", "I was sent to ask-" "If I'm done with all the papers?" Mikal finished. When the apprentice nodded, a bit wide eyed, Mikal grinned, which in hindsight probably didn't help, "Of course I am." He walked over to the desk, plucked up the small stack of papers and held them out to the gob-smacked apprentice. Kee is a horribly man to send a first year on errands like this. "Will you pass a message?" "O-of course," the poor apprentice managed to stammer out, taking the papers. Mikal could have just told Kee himself, but, being able to pass messages without being all drooling was as important a lesson as any other taught at Sanctuary, "Good. Tell him DragonsKnight said he's a wretched, nasty man." Mikal's blue eyes sparkled, watching the expression on the poor students face. "O-oh. Y-yes. He's a wretched, nasty man, right?" "Perfect," Mikal chuckled. Crossing his arms, he watched the still stunned apprentice gather his wits enough to give a polite half bow before bolting from his office. I'll lay odds one of those papers was his. Jesus, Keellan, you are a truly nasty, nasty man. Sighing, Mikal uncrossed his arms and decided taking a walk might help. For days he'd been feeling restless, edgy. To the point that the normally calm, dark haired healer had snarled at even his bond-mate. He knew he was on shaky ground, he just needed someplace quiet to try and sort it out. One thing he was absolutely certain of is that it wasn't a cycle. He swung through the dining hall and snagged an apple before he went in search of a quiet garden to mull things over. The sun had barely dipped below the horizon when Nick's eyes snapped open. He lay still scanning the room with both eyes and senses. All felt as it should. Slowly he sat up and gave a very feline full body stretch before running his hand through his coppery hair. It's early. Almost too early. An annoyed snort, followed by a habitual licking of a fang. He hated waking up early for no discernible reason. Feeling snarly and out of sorts, he sat there trying to figure out why the hell he was awake already. It's not just that some days I wish I could actually enjoy a sunset, or a sunrise for that matter. I almost can, if I'm careful. No, it's something else. Not danger, I'd know that too. Scythling is fine, taking a bubble bath actually. A soft smile formed as he caught a brief visual of his dark haired, curvacious wife savoring a bubble bath. So what then? It's not Dimitri either. He quickly ruled out any threat or danger to his one sired child. No, it's something else. The copper haired Grand Master vampire/dragon gave an annoyed hiss and flopped back into the sheets. "I thought you'd outgrow being a petulant child Nickodemus," a familiar, steely voice whispered through his mind. "Apparently not Kardja. What do you want? Bored playing with Ash yet?" "He still has need of me Nickodemus." "Then what the hell are you bugging me for?" Nick's tone bordered on total disrespect. He'd never gotten along with the sentient family sword, but he'd never been point blank rude to it either. Years before they'd come to a grudging admiration for each other, acknowledging that each of them deserved some form of respect. The still, cold silence hung in the very air before a reply came, "I check on you from time to time Nickodemus Magnus Bedlam II. It's what I do." The words cutting sharply. Nick winced, both at the tone and hearing his full name, "Perhaps I spoke hastily Kardja," he admitted quickly. "Perhaps you did." Nick rolled his eyes. None of this was answering the question of why he was awake so early though. "I sense a need in you Nickodemus," the sword observed. Nick sighed and rolled over, burying his head in his arms, "Too early to deal with anything. Not to be rude Kardja, but, go the hell away and let me go back to sleep, or at least just lay here in peace." The Sword of Bedlam went still. It had never accepted the vampiric part of this one. The dragon was the only part it acknowledged, "Your thinking is too cluttered. You're trying to sort through a wall of swords to find a pin Nickodemus." "You know I hate riddles." "Then perhaps you need things simpler. There was a time when we were one, do you recall?" Nick shivered, "Kind of hard to forget." "Then do you recall what I am capable of?" "As far as what exactly?" "De-cluttering." "Oh. That." "Yes. That. Perhaps you should be not cluttered." The suggestion was put out almost mockingly. Nick flipped over and sat up, eyes wide, "No. Spending damn near a week in you almost killed me Kardja." "That was inspired, but uncomfortable frankly. However, you were as you were born for that week." The copper haired vampire shuddered. It had been a horrible, terrifying, yet educational week all those years ago. To protect him from being consumed by the essence of evil, the Sword of Bedlam had found a way to absorb his body into itself. Only it couldn't process the newly acquired vampire part, so it had ignored it. For one week Nick had been just dragon, "N-no thanks. Not again. The rush of the rest returning," Nick trailed off. There weren't words to describe how frightening the influx of his vampiric nature suddenly slamming back into him had been, or how close he'd come to insanity. "But you are stronger now, true?" "True in too many ways Kardja. I barely survived it all coming back to me then. I have far more power now, so again, no thank you." "So you are afraid?" The swords tone going smooth. Nick took a deep breath. I need to walk carefully here, "Not afraid, I just don't care to test it." He got no reply and after a moment the sense of the sword went away. Nick heaved a sigh of relief and got out of bed. Two hours later he leaned back in his chair, eying a piece of parchment thoughtfully as he resettled Scythe on his lap. "Is that from Del?" "Mmm... it is indeed Pet. Apparently she's been thinking again of new and interesting ways to torment Pretty Boy." Scythe sighed, resting her head against Nick's shoulder, "Has my brother been acting up again then?" "No no. I think he's getting complacent," he smiled and licked a fang thoughtfully. What his twin had proposed in her letter was daring and unexpected. He tossed the letter on the desk and relocated Scythe to beside him, where she knelt. "That's a bad thing." "Yes, yes it is Scythling. Do you want to hear her proposal?" He looked down at the kneeling Scythe, his green eyes glittering dangerously. "Yes please." He gave a soft laugh, "Well, what she proposes is that Talon get an interesting, mind blowing treat of sorts. For whatever reason, he's fascinated by me, which Del knows. He's slavishly devoted to Del, which he damn well better be. He's needy and greedy," Nick shrugged, "Del wants to see what happens if his greed is fed." Scythe frowned. Needy and greedy? Well, that's Talon alright. Greedy for what though? Oh, of course. Greedy in that he wants both his own and mine too. Scythe's eyes danced a bit as she pondered that. Both Nick and Del. Just the thought brought a rush of wetness between her legs. Nick cocked his head and regarded Scythe, watching her put the pieces together. He took a deep breath and laughed a soft, dark laugh when she did, "Indeed Scythling. So, my clever Pet, now that you've put it together, what do you think?" Scythe wiggled a bit, "I think..," she paused. I think it's not fair. She swallowed and looked up at Nick, "I think he's a lucky little bastard that she'd dare to make a proposal like this. He's even luckier that you are even considering it sir." Nick blinked and then laughed, "What if I make a counter proposal. After all, you have been splendid of late." Even as he spoke he reached for parchment and pen to reply. It was almost dawn by the time he'd talked everything through with Scythe and finished up the letter. Standing, he paced over to the huge draperied windows and twitched the curtain to one side. A false dawn teased the sky, and he sighed. Something deep inside stirred restlessly and he let the drape fall, turning away. False dawns are better than none I suppose. He left the library to the mercies of the servants, heading up to bed. Once settled, his body wrapped around Scythe, he went over again the plans for Talon. It's been a very long time since I've fully taken a man. Tabarvis was the last. Even Dimitri I've not taken full on, but Del asks me to fuck Her pet? Fuck but not a full feed. She'd rather I not bite at all. He sighed, nuzzling Scythe. Just thinking about it made his head spin. Sighing again, he let his thoughts fade, slipping into a dreamless sleep. Mikal had spent the entire night trying to sort through thoughts. Nobody had bothered him, though Wind had come out and set some fruit and cheese by him. He sighed, standing and stretching. He hadn't resolved anything and the restlessness was still there. He pushed it to one side and forced himself to go through the day. Whatever it was, it wasn't going anywhere apparently. It was just after dinner, and he was leaving the dinning hall with Wind when they were stopped by Day, of all people. "Wind, sorry.. need to umm... borrow Mikal for a bit if I might," her lavender eyes glittering oddly. Wind blinked, looking at his sister, and slowly raised a brow, "Borrow?" "Yeah," Day shifted restlessly, "Mikal, it's fairly important." Wind started to say something, but Mikal laid a hand on his shoulder, "It's alright Windling. It's probably just something about student scheduling, or tormenting apprentices." Day shifted again, "Umm... StarMaster wants to see you Knight." Day was trying very hard to keep it together and not just fly off the handle, grab Mikal and race back up to Seekers Hall. Mikal blinked, then straightened, "That's a bit different, yes," he looked at Wind, "Go on Windling. Don't wait up I think." Mikal looked at Day, who was practically dancing in circles, at least for her, "Alright StarsSoul, I am, as ever, at his immediate disposal." As they headed to StarMaster's office, they didn't say a word. Even when they stopped in front of the door, Day simply gave Mikal a swift, silent hug and melted away. Frowning, Mikal knocked, and when the door opened soundlessly stepped in, still puzzling at the hug. An unexpected voice had him whirling around to stare in confusion. "Hello DeVey." Mikal blinked a couple times and shook his head. Okay, that is the absolute last person in the entirety of time that I would expect to see sitting in StarMaster's office. His eyes swept over Nick as he felt the familiar twinge of hunger that he had every single time he laid eyes on the copper haired man, "Vis-Viscount." "Mostly," came the cryptic response. Mikal cocked his head. His voice is, different. He looks the same, which is as always damn yummy, "This is..unexpected?" Mikal looked in the direction of StarMaster's massive desk and got the second shock for the evening, namely that it was vacant. "Believe me, it wasn't on my original agenda... Mikal," Nick said quietly, taking in the dark haired healers confusion. I don't think I've ever seen him flustered. It's an interesting look for him. At the sound of his name, Mikal's head spun back to stare at Nick, "Then why...Nick?" "Apparently I got a bit too.. snotty... with a certain sword," Nick's mouth twisted into a strange smile. "You, snotty? Not a word I'd use. Arrogant, high-handed, demanding.." "You can stop with the flattery Mikal," Nick interupted. The sound of Mikal listing off qualities in his calm baritone sent an odd shiver through Nick. Mikal found a smile forming as he finally dared approach where Nick still sat, "Okay, you're still you." As he got closer he was becoming more aware of the urge to kiss Nick. It wasn't the first time, but somehow this time he couldn't squash it. His eyes swept over him again, stopping when his eyes met glittering green ones. "For the most part Mikal. I," he paused, meeting Mikal's eyes. I've heard mine described as emeralds, but his, his are as deep as sapphires, "This is.." He stopped, holding Mikal's eye. Silence, heavy and potent, filled the room as the two men simply stared at each other. It wasn't a power struggle, but rather an emotional one, with each man trying to re-adjust his perceptions of the other. Nick flowed to his feet and took a deep breath, "Mikal.." Nick found he was almost shivering. He could also feel some of his normally amazing self-control slipping, being replaced with almost curiosity. Mikal froze and also took a deep breath, "Nick. There...is... something... different.." Mikal found his eyes rivet on Nick's mouth for some reason. "Yes." Mikal swallowed and drew another deep breath, "Why..?" "Because I can...because I need to." The last a strangled whisper. "Dangerous.." Mikal wasn't sure if he was asking or stating. So close that he could smell Nick. He's taller than me. I knew that, but this close two inches seems a lot more. "Always." This close Nick found it impossible to not do what desperately needed to be done. A slight shift in weight, a hand reached to caress a cheek, then sliding under the silken dark hair to hold, to steady. Nick dipped his head and let his lips meet Mikal's. Not a deep kiss, but one of curiosity and of warning. Mikal shuddered and went still as Nick's mouth descended. He placed a hand flat on Nick's broad chest, his fingers tightening slightly on the fine velvet beneath them. The warning was clear, but the curiosity was enticing. Though only a moment, it felt like an eternity, broken by Nick straightening. Mikal was at a loss for words. He stood there, breathing, the feel of Nick's fingers on the back of his neck making even that troublesome. "Sweet." The word filled with so many things, wonder and curiosity mostly. Mikal gulped, looking into Nick's eyes, "Never thought.." "That we'd be standing here, like this?" That sensuous mouth twisting into a smug smile. "Yeah," Mikal pulled back a bit. Too close, too heady. He froze when Nick's fingers tightened, and he felt a flash of anger, which reflected in his deep blue eyes flashing a brilliant electric blue for a moment. Nick saw the flash and raised a brow, even as the sight sent a strange thrill through him, "Afraid?" "No. I want a straight answer though." Nick sighed, not letting go, "If I give you a straight answer will you listen?" "I asked didn't I?" Another flash of electric blue. "Very well. You asked why.. better you should ask how, but that's too long a tale. The why is shorter... I hope," Nick paused, absently caressing the back of Mikal's neck, "The why is that I need.. to remember, perhaps to relearn.. or maybe just learn." The last part was one of the hardest things Nick could remember saying in a very long time. To admit there were things sexual or sensual that he hadn't mastered. He dared to meet those flashing eyes. Mikal shuddered and fought to stay on his feet. There was no way Nick could have known how incredibly sensitive the back of Mikal's neck was, especially to caresses. His answer though rang true. To learn? From me? Who else is there though that would dare to teach this man anything? Wait, teach, as in.. Mikal blinked and a strange smile formed, "Learn? Nick, I don't know how much I can teach you." Mikal faltered. Why the hell am I saying? "I don't either, but.." A strange thrill went through Mikal, followed by one single thought, "What about the temptation to have me as a snack?" Nick closed his eyes and turned his head, "Not an issue for a bit." "Oh." Mikal wasn't sure what to say on that, but to see Nick turn away tugged at him. Without thinking he reached out and brushed his fingers along Nick's jaw, "Nick.. I can't promise anything, but... you here, asking..." He brought Nick's face back toward him, and left his hand resting on his cheek. To have an integral part of you suppressed is a form of torture. Compassion filled his eyes as he bent in and kissed Nick, gently. In that kiss was an answer. How could he say anything but yes? This man had at one time been his enemy, then he became someone who'd earned his respect. With that single kiss everything shifted. Over the years Mikal had from time to time wondered what it would feel like to kiss and be kissed by Nick. Usually in fleeting moments, like when Nick would offer a smug smirk of sorts. Especially with the rare smiles though. He held no romantic illusions, he was too old for that sort of crap, but since his decision to swear off women he'd carefully studied men. He'd eventually come to study Nick. He'd told himself it was because in spite of everything else, The Viscount Bedlam was a valued client for his carvings. He was also an incredible man. What started as a kiss in reply ended as something very different. Nick's lips stayed soft for a long moment. Almost passive, almost. What didn't stay still were Nick's fingers, which slid across the back of Mikal's neck again, seemingly involuntary. Perhaps it was, but the result was anything but. Mikal shifted, shuddering, trying to dodge those fingers. Shifted and stepped into Nick's body. Body to body, everywhere their bodies touch making each of them hyper aware of the other. Nick reacted first, sliding his other hand along Mikal's jaw as he took control of the kiss. Were he fully himself, the need to feed would have blotted out any other reasoning. That wasn't an issue now, so the need became to taste, explore and demand. All of which he did with almost blinding speed. He asked for, then demanded Mikal's mouth yield. He explored with brutal sweetness every inch he could. His fingers slid deeper into the dark hair, fascinated by how rich and silken it was under his fingers. Silky hair, silky mouth. How did I forget this? Lost in the exploration, the sensations, wanting to devour, his fingers tightened in Mikal's hair and on his neck. For a blinding instant Mikal was swept away by the swift change in the kiss, from careful to demanding in seconds. The feel of Nick's hands in his hair and on the back of his neck, demanding he yield. Willingly Mikal yielded his mouth, letting his hand slid up Nick's broad chest, pausing on his shoulder then finding a home in the heavy strands of copper hair. How can I teach someone who tastes of sheer power and feels like heavy silk? Both men groaned and by almost unspoken consent broke the entangling kiss, but not their hold on each other. Mikal met Nick's eyes, "I think that if you truly want me to be able to teach you anything Nickodemus, kissing me like that would be ill advised." A Dragon Knows What a Dragon Needs "Then I'll have to think of some other way to kiss you, won't I?" Mikal blinked and then grinned, "I suppose you will," Mikal shivered at the implications of Nick's words, "But not here." I'm going to have to find a different teaching style. He's not some green kid who needs the basic's. "Then where?" Nick's eyes flicked to Mikal's jaw line. A slow, sensuous smile formed as he ran a mental tongue along it. Mikal opened his mouth and then groaned at the sensation along his jaw, "Not helping Bedlam." Nick gave a low throaty chuckle, "Told you, I'll find a different way." "Who came to whom Nick?" "Point," Nick sighed. Looks like I still have to keep some sort of control. Damn. Mikal sighed as well. I can't teach like this, not with wanting to just devour him. Mikal could feel the reaction in Nick's body to the kiss, to the closeness. He took a deep breath, pressing his body closer for a moment, "How long?" "A week." "Nick," Mikal found himself resting his forehead against the velvet clad chest, "I.. can try, as I said, but frankly, I don't think either of us is going to be able to learn or teach or anything until we get things out of our systems." "Such as..?" "Our mutual curiosity for one." Nick raised a brow, "Curiosity... or need?" "Both," Mikal acknowledged in a whisper. Damn his astuteness. Nick reached to lift Mikal's head, keeping the single finger under his jaw, "Find someplace then." Mikal met those blazing green eyes and trans-located them both to the nearest chamber his could recall, which ironically was StarMaster's, "Someplace." His eyes drifted to the hollow of Nick's throat. I can't think. All I seem to be able to do is freeze. Mikal shuddered and forced himself to step back, wriggling away from the hand on the back of his neck. Only then could he find the ability to take a deep breath, "Sadly, you still scare the hell out of me Nick. For different reasons now, but," he paused and dared to look over his shoulder, "you are most definitely scary." Nick let Mikal go, and drew his own deep breath. I'm scary? DeVey, you blue eyed siren, You are worse by far. You are like nothing I've ever encountered. His eyes swept over Mikal, picking up the changes in body temperature and breathing without even trying. With the vampiric part of him subdued or removed, the dragon was now far more prominent, and the dragon Really wanted to keep exploring these new sensations and tastes. Nick shoved his hair back from his face, "And you aren't?" "Wait.. you are actually admitting to being afraid.. of me?" Nick offered a sheepish smile, "Maybe." Mikal turned around slowly with a wicked grin on his face, and walked back to Nick, stopping right in front of him, then reached out and gently poked him in the chest "Boo." Nick rolled his eyes, "Remind me to pencil in to jump a foot in the air and scream like a girl, okay?" He grabbed Mikal's finger and deliberately licked it. He tastes like lust, cedar, and blue? How the hell do you taste like a color? Mikal had started to laugh, until her felt Nick's tongue. Soft, rough and deliciously warm. His chuckle turned into a soft gasp, "Nick.." "You make me think of Starlings. Iridescent and fascinating... and damn hard to catch, even for me." Mikal managed a half laugh, "That then would make you rather like a King Cobra, hypnotizing, beautiful and fucking lethal." They were toe to toe again and again the tension rose between them, like a living, quivering entity, "So, lets be clear here...no teaching, not the first time.. at least not consciously, yes?" "Yes." "Good." Mikal drew a shaky breath and closed the small distance between them, leaned in and kissed the base of Nick's throat softly, then licked it. Velvety, warm, smelling of musk and spice and tasting like the feel of sun-warmed copper. He could feel the coiled power and the shiver that went through Nick and smiled. Another kiss, this one along his collar bone. Not stopping the slow kisses, he reached around, found the simple tie that held Nick's hair back and deftly untied it with a sigh, "Wanted to do that for years." Not stopping, he buried his hands in the mass of coppery hair, the kisses now being delivered along the powerful neck. He paused when he felt his hair freed from it's own tie and Nick's hands slid into it. They'd agreed, no teaching, which meant no need to play by any rules. He'd seen Nick once or twice without a shirt, but seeing wasn't feeling, or tasting. Mikal upped the ante, vanished Nick's shirt and ran his tongue up his neck, "I'll see your hair and raise you a shirt Bedlam." Nick drew a hissing breath. The vampiric part was suppressed, but the instinct to control remained. He tangled his hands in Mikal's hair and when his shirt vanished he tightened them, pulling Mikal's head back, "I'll see your damned shirt," barely aware of the growl in his voice. Freeing just one hand, he shredded the shirt from Mikal's back, grazing the dragon in the process. When that elicited a hiss and Mikal arched, Nick dipped his head and returned the favor of kisses up the side of the neck. Habit had him adding in a nip here and there, until he reached Mikal's jaw. Lifting his head he studied the dark haired carver. He could see the flickering temperatures of his body. He could almost hear them shift and shimmer they were so intense. Nick blinked slowly and looked again, without the thermographic patterns, relaxing his hand slightly. I wonder how many are fooled by his delicate face? His slender build? What a surprised they must get, because he's many things, but fragile or delicate wouldn't be among those things. Nick had a momentary vision of Mikal kneeling at his feet, chained, which sent a visceral shiver through him. Mikal fought to not give in, to not just melt under the onslaught of sensations and sheer power. When Nick's hand relaxed in his hair, he brought his head up slightly, watching through hooded lids. Because the room was one of the safest in Sanctuary, Mikal hadn't bothered to reenforce his mental shields, so he caught the visual and the thoughts. He drew a hissing breath of his own, moving a hand to place it on Nick's chest, "Nick.. lets both forget that ran through your mind just now. It's a dangerous, probably fatal idea." "I know... but it's still a damn pretty visual Mikal," he found himself smiling, "What is it I've heard.. to thine own self be true?" "You do not want to go that path Nickodemus.. please." Green eyes flashed white fire for a split second, shifting from hungry to cunning and back again, "How about minus the chains?" Centuries of practice made putting Mikal on his knees by sheer leverage in his hair, easy and swift. Finding himself abruptly on his knee's caught Mikal off guard and left him almost breathless. It also put his face at crotch level. Instinctively he reached for the hand holding him, then stopped and instead reached a hand to brace against Nick's leather clad thigh. From where he was there was only one possible place, spanning the considerable bulge. Mikal swallowed and looked up Nick's body, "Neat trick. From where I'm at though, I can bring you down almost as fast," Mikal's voice was soft and shaking. Not only can, but want to. Not looking away he moved his thumb ever so slightly and felt the twitch from the bulge. Nick found breathing uncertain at best suddenly. The look, the hand position, hell the body position weren't new sights to him. Even that it was male wasn't completely unknown. The words, spoken so softly, the half caress, those were unexpected and sent an almost electric shock through him, "No teaching, remember?" "Wouldn't be. It'd be leveling the playing field," Mikal's voice shook slightly as he moved his thumb again, slowly and deliberately this time, "You've got me where you want me, don't you? You've done this a time or two, but I'm pretty sure what the next move is. What I'm saying Nick is simply that taking that next step means, I take you down." Nick arched a brow, then sucked in a sharp breath. The feel of the thumb caressing him through the fine leather was dizzying. Mikal's words ignited a strange fire in his brain and body, "So you say." "Try me." The two words were like a slap, like a gust of wind adding fuel to the slow building fire. The dragon in Nickodemus roared in fury at the challenge, even as the leather pants vanished. Freed from it's constraint, his heavy, rock hard cock slid out from under Mikal's hand in a slow, bobbing arc. From where he knelt, Mikal felt the head sweep past his cheek, leaving a light glistening trail. Mikal turned his head, took a deep breath and regarded the twitching cock with something between pure lust and a critical eye. Years before Nickodemus had been at the Mountain in an effort to help heal one of the foremost courtesans of the day. Desiree was more than that thought. She was breath-taking and could take one's breath away by just breathing. The circumstances that had brought her to the Mountain were, indirectly, Nick's fault, so when Day had come to him and begged him to try and help, he'd grudgingly agreed. Grudgingly only because he'd recently been re-sired and had in turn re-sired Dimirtri. He'd been pretty sure though that this attempt would end badly for someone. The someone had ended up him. The short of it all was that he'd landed in the Mountain's ICU with his genitals deeply bruised and stomped, almost beyond recognition. One of the people who'd helped in the healing had been Mikal. After Wind had done as much as he dared for reconstructing everything, it became a matter of physical therapy, so to speak. While Scythe could have helped with it, the temptation for Nick to bury the still healing cock in his wife was deemed a bit too risky. So, Mikal, along with a couple others had been assigned. The first time Mikal had actually seen Nick had been a week after the incident, and he'd had to fight the instinct to blanch at the sight of the damage. As he'd patiently and gently worked on the healing, he wondered to himself if all that they were doing would be enough. Mikal hadn't heard how well everything had healed. Mikal looked up, licked his lips and offered a smoldering smile, "Now that is a glorious sight Nick." He didn't wait for a response, but wrapped a hand around the base, pressing his thumb on the underside. The scent combination of musk and spice sent a shiver through him, and the searing warmth of the heavily veined, thick cock in his hand obliterated the last conscious vestiges of the healer in him. Ignoring the sharp intake of breath from Nick, he slowly ran his tongue from base to tip, savoring the drops of pre-cum. He didn't need to glance up to see the reaction, he felt it in the quivering twitch, and in the hand tightening in his hair. He leaned in and engulfed the engorged, glistening head in his mouth and then flicked his tongue along it. He heard a strangled groan and deliberately teased his tongue around the broad head a couple times, savoring the firm velvetiness before shifting angles and sucking half way down. His hand had stayed braced against Nick's thigh, and Mikal could feel the muscles quivering and tensing. He teased the underside of Nick's cock again with a firm stroking of his tongue, and was rewarded with another strangled groan, and a a deeper tremble under his hand. Slowly he eased his way down, pausing once to adjust his angle of attack as the mushroom head grazed the back of his throat. He could feel the hands in his hair guiding, almost demanding his progress, and he had no problem with that. He pulled back a fraction, to get a deep breath, then finished engulfing Nick's substantial cock in one stroke. He felt a hand shift in his hair to cradle the back of his head, and if he could have, he would have smiled. He held there, eyes closed, feeling the sheer power of the man before pulling back enough to take a breath, inhaling the heavy musky smell, blended with a dark spiciness. "I'm still... standing.. and... you are... still on...your knees." There was an almost mocking tone to Nick's gasped out observation. The feel of Mikal engulfing his entire length had almost buckled his knee's, but almost wasn't at all what this challenge was about. Mikal grunted and slid his mouth back down to the base, then pulled back again. Nick's hands in his hair and his own hands braced strategically gave him all the leverage he needed. The feel of the slickness, and the compelling taste of pre-cum were blissful. Mikal had the measure now of what he was dealing with and began a steady rhythm, down and then up, his tongue dancing along the entire length each time. When he felt Nick's thigh start to flex under his hand, he dug his fingers in and paused at the halfway point, "Still believe I can't take you down from where I'm kneeling Nickodemus?" Mikal's mind brushed across Nick's as he threw the taunt out. After all, trying to talk with one's mouth full was not only rude, but dangerous. "Yess." Mikal chuckled in the back of his throat at the tone in Nick's voice, then slid back down to the base, where he paused, letting his tongue, and only his tongue, shift to something closer to draconic. Long, flexible, forked and muscular, he coiled it around the throbbing cock and applied a pulsing pressure as he drew back. Relaxing it, he slid back down, taking a slower rhythm. He could feel on so many levels the tremors that ran through Nick's body. Tremors of surprise, desire, need and muscular, as he fought to keep his knees from buckling. Mikal paused at the base and trilled softly in the very back of his throat, wringing a groaning yelp from Nick. Shifting tactics once more, he reached with his mind to find the Nick's dragon. He didn't have to reach far, as it was actually closer to the surface and easier to find with the vampiric parts suppressed. Slowing his bobbing pace, he wrapped his tongue on both levels, so that it also wrapped around the dragon's cock. He knew he was spot on when Nick roared in startlement and drove himself down Mikal's throat. Mikal closed his eyes and gave into the desire to fuck Nick to his knee's with just his mouth. Rippling pulses and zings of electricity, up and down Nick's cock. Squeezing, releasing, twining and coiling, in slick, wet heat that sucked and nibbled with each motion; on two levels. It was like nothing Nick had ever felt. Sensory overload threatened, as the sensations reached higher and higher. He tried to lock his knees, but a pulse unlocked them. He tried to breath, but the best he could do was gasp and pant. He tried to see, but there was just the burning vision of Mikal, dark hair flowing, on his knees at his feet, mouth fucking him. From his core he could feel a climax of incredible power building and all he could do was be run over by it, "Oh goddess...oh hell...don't.. M-Mikal... don't stop.. Nnngah.. no..no..yesss, goddess yesss.." Fire burned through his body and mind. He never felt his knee's buckle. Mikal felt Nick's cock jerk and spasm followed by the first searing spurt against the back of his throat and gulped, unwrapping his tongue and gulped again and again. As Nick's knee's buckled under the force of his climax, Mikal caught him with his mind alone, keeping him mostly up until he'd gulped the last drops, then wrapped his arms around Nick's sweaty, shaking body. For a long moment there was just the sound of gasping breaths. Mikal felt Nick's body give a final deep shudder and smiled, easing his fingers through Nick's hair, moving it off his face, "News flash for you Bedlam.. you are in fact very on your knees," Mikal breathed in Nick's ear. Nick gave a shuddering sigh, "So.. so it would seem DeVey." Nick wrapped his arms around Mikal and rested his forehead on the top of Mikal's head, "Are we certain that wasn't some sort of a lesson?" Mikal laughed and ran a hand down Nick's back, "Positive. If it were a lesson I would explain what I just did to you... and warned you what was next." Mikal let his hand run over the powerful curve of Nick's ass. Nick lifted his head and tensed slightly, "Next..?" "Mmmm... we did agree about curiosity and all," Mikal pulled back and smiled, "And I am now famished with curiosity. Told you I'd be worthless as a teacher at first." His fingers danced over the curves of Nick's ass, stroking and caressing it. The taking Nick to his knees had been a bonus he'd not expected, though he'd be happy to do it again. Nick minus the vampire was a different man. Oh he was still arrogant, but some of the aloofness had vanished, or maybe he'd just finally grown up after all the centuries. Either way, Mikal found this approachable version of Nick mind-bogglingly delicious, as did the dragon in him. "You.. you did. I-," Nick paused, frowning. I what? Am not able to form a sentence apparently, "have absolutely no idea what to say." He found himself toying with a strand of Mikal's hair, and drew a shaky breath. Mikal felt a stab of almost pity for Nick in that moment, "You haven't been pure dragon in centuries, huh?" "You could have just gone with something like 'in a very long time'." Mikal smiled, leaving one hand almost possessively on Nick's ass, and ran the other one over Nick's chest, "I suppose I could have. Waaasn't really thinking Nick." He leaned in and kissed his collarbone, "It's really simple here Nicky-" Mikal froze as Nick's hand came around and grabbed him by the throat, "Never, ever call me that again Malcovich Edward DeVey," Nick's voice suddenly cold and almost hissing. Mikal met Nick's eyes, and swallowed hard, as he found himself looking into a pair of draconic eyes that glittered with fury, "Only if you agree to never use my full name for any fucking reason." There had only been a few over the centuries that could actually use Mikal's full given name and not be glared at or shot, and Nick had never been one of them. "Fine." "Good." They knelt there, face to face, both on the edge of something. Nick was the first to back away, letting his hand slid from Mikal's throat to his shoulder, "I- I actually loathe hearing that nick-name any more." Mikal nodded cautiously, "Fair enough. I-I do not want to know how you found my full name." Nick arched brow, "It's kind of stamped on you. Neither of us had anything resembling shields soo.." "Point. Now can I go back to what I was doing?" "Which was?" Mikal relaxed finally and leaned in to kiss Nick's collarbone again, "Distracting you so I can further plan how to fuck that amazing ass of yours." Nick tensed and shivered bit, "Ah, well, while you're plotting do you think we might move to maybe a bed or something?" Mikal blinked and then laughed softly, "Yeah... a bed is a much better place for you," his eyes smouldered, sweeping over Nick, before he stood and offered his hand to him. When Nick had reached up and taken it, Mikal pulled him easily to his feet. "I could have-" Nick began. "Then why take the offered hand?" Nick raised a brow, his hand still wrapped about Mikal's wrist, then slowly turned it over and placed a single, burning kiss on the inside of it, "Maybe as a warning?" Mikal sucked in a deep breath, "Y-yeah, okay," A warning my ass Bedlam, you want to play as much as I do now. He dragged his eyes from his wrist to Nick's face and felt a jolt. The shadows that had seemed to hover around him before had fled, leaving in their wake pure alpha-male Bedlam. The muted lighting in the room seemed to only accent the clean lines of his face. Mikal really looked at the rest of him and gasped. The coppery hair practically glowed, and his skin shimmered. It was incredibly easy to see the power in his shoulders and chest, and the lean, sleekness of the rest of him. Pure predator, pure dragon and pure hunger. Life-bonds are just that, for life, and the one between Mikal and Wind was nothing short of a gift to Mikal, as far as Mikal was concerned. What went through Mikal at that moment though had nothing to do with love or forever or bonds, and everything to do with pure, unmitigated lust. Cobalt blue eyes swept over Nick's body hungrily, "Right here, right now Nickodemus Bedlam, you are the most amazingly glorious, fuckable dragon." A Dragon Knows What a Dragon Needs Nick's answer was to lick the inside of Mikal's wrist before lifting his head to regard the renowned carver. A surge of heat ran though his body at Mikal's words. He still wasn't clear why he'd actually come to Sanctuary, except he'd needed answers. What he'd gotten was a hell of a blow job and deepening confusion. He wanted answers, real answers. He let go of Mikal's arm and turned away abruptly, to study the actual room they were in. Circular and wide, with a high ceiling. Hundreds of candles lit the floor and up to about thirty feet upward. Against one of the curving walls was a massive four poster bed in dark wood, which was intricately carved. The walls seemed to shimmer, like they had the cosmos itself embedded in them. There was a feeling of both vastness and intimacy to the entire room. Mikal let him go. He'd felt the confusion and hunger in Nick, and felt another rush of compassion. Compassion that melted into hunger, seeing the shimmering copper dragon on Nick's back. I'd never seen it before. Massive is the word that comes to mind, yeah. While Nick studied the room, Mikal studied Nick's dragon. The deep copper color stands out against Nick's skin, and the way it's climbing his back just makes sense. Mikal tried to recall if he'd ever seen Nick in dragon form, and couldn't. In dragon, he out weighs me easily, but with that build he can't out fly me I bet. Mikal gave a slight shake of his head and walked over to stand by Nick's shoulder, reaching out to run a hand lightly along the dragon, "A dragon knows what a dragon needs Nick. There's no right or wrong in this, it just is, and right here, right now, this dragon needs you." When Nick hissed and spun away, Mikal slid around to in front of him and set a hand solidly in the middle of his chest, then continued, "I need to fuck you, to taste you, to smell and feel you, body and mind. Right this second, I need be balls deep in your ass, hearing and feeling your howls, to feel you melt and to feel you meet me passion for passion. A dragon knows what a dragon needs Nickodemus." With each word Mikal pushed Nick backward toward the bed, his voice softening as his cock hardened, "Even if the man part doesn't." Nick's eyes narrowed as he was actually forced to step back. Mikal's words made the dragon writhe within him. Both of these together had him so off balance, physically and mentally that the only thing that brought his backwards progress to a stop was the feel of the bed behind his legs. Breathing hard, he looked at the delicate hand in the center of his chest, and then at Mikal. Part of him wanted to explode in fury at being talked to like that. He met Mikal's eyes and mentally groaned, because the eyes that met his were almost pure draconic. Vibrant, deep and as alpha-male as himself. Eyes that weren't going to back down and weren't going to compromise. Mikal stopped when Nick hit the edge of the bed. He held him there, waiting for any response from him. The best he got was Nick meeting his eyes and taking a deep breath. Mikal closed the distance between them, setting his other hand on Nick's hip, then deliberately leaned in and licked Nick's nipple, "You might as well let the dragon play Nick, because one way or another it will," he licked the other nipple, "whether you want it to or not." Raising his head, he noted that both nipples were tight, hard pebbles. Returning his attentions to the first one, he flicked his tongue over it, once, twice. His hand on Nick's hip slid around to his back and Mikal's sensitive fingers had no problem finding the outline of the dragon. Following it, he ran his hand up, stopping both between Nick's shoulders and between the dragon's as well. Under his hand he could feel the copper dragon fighting to get free, fighting to respond. Mikal sighed softly, turning his attention again to the other side of Nick's chest, though he took a more leisurely route, licking and nipping his way across, "Your dragon knows Nick... it knows what me and mine can and will do, if it can get to us. Too long in the shadows Nickodemus, far too long," Mikal's mental voice something between a caress and a demand and feeling like summer lightening. Nick went to grab Mikal, to stop him long enough so he could think, but his dragon had other idea's. Instead of grabbing he sank his fingers into Mikal's hair. The caress down his back had him arching away from the touch, until the hand splayed between his shoulder blades. For the first time in centuries Nick and his inner dragon were at odds with desires. Nick knew what the dragon wanted was to give Mikal what he needed, but the man, the man wanted to try and think, "M-Mikal... damnit...," Nick's head felt like it was going to implode, between Mikal's words and his dragon's demands. It was a little thing that lost the battle. Mikal's body shifted across Nick's and as it did his cock brushed across Nick's. The single heated brush was too much for the dragon. It roared to the surface, threatening to overwrite the man. A split second was all Mikal had to put everything together. His own dragon was very close to the surface, but unlike Nick, he knew it and trusted it, so when Nick's came up like a lustful leviathan, they were ready. Mikal straightened and spun Nick around to face the bed and slammed his upper body into it. To make sure he wasn't going to go anywhere, he kept a hand between the broad shoulder blades and wedged a leg between Nick's, "Don't." The single word rippled with power, coming from both man and dragon, "Tell me." "A dragon..knows... what a...dragon... Needs," the reply grated out from clenched teeth, with almost pure dragon tonal qualities. Mikal took a hissing breath, fighting with his own for a moment. He could feel the now well defined edge of the dragon outline, as well as the intense heat from it. He knew, without having to consciously think about it, that half consent was no consent. He had Nick where he wanted him, and it was a glorious sight indeed, but to take advantage, or take what he wanted without Nick and dragon in agreement was tantamount to rape, which went against every single belief and bit of training he had. He was actually shaking as he ran his free hand down Nick's ass, "Both... or nothing." Nick couldn't move, and found he was panting. His head buzzed and spun. He knew, yet didn't know what was happening. He fought to just think, but all he could do was feel. The sheets beneath his chest were silky and cool, the hand on his back searingly warm, it took him a moment to recognize the feel of Mikal's solid leg between his as well as the warm slickness of the pre-cum that seeped from the head of Mikal's fully engorged cock. He felt his own rapidly re-hardening member press into something silken, yet with a texture that was just enough to make him want to shift away, which wouldn't have helped at all. He could also feel his dragon, battering at his mind, at his very soul, begging for what it needed. He gritted his teeth, though that hadn't stopped it from answering the demand from Mikal. Mikal's answer sent the dragon into a frenzy of fury within him. He found himself panting, still fighting to think. What had Mikal said? Both or nothing. Both? Nick curled his hands into fists and tried to make sense of just words. Both. Both. The word circled his mind like some sort of demented gnat. His dragons fury and frustration felt like every single nerve was on fire. Not the first time, not the first time, the dragon hissed within him. Both. Both. Nick closed his eyes, unaware of a single, clear tear that formed. He drew a shuddering breath and reached for his dragon. Seconds ticked by, each one an eternity to Mikal. He ran his hand over the sleekly muscled ass again, slower, savoring the strength. Beneath his hand he could feel the inner fight that was transpiring. Time oozed by. He saw Nick's hands curl into fists, saw his eyes close and heard the indrawn breath, "Both or nothing," he repeated quietly. "B-Both," came the reply, Nick's voice holding both man and draconic tonal qualities. The only way for that particular tonal quality to occur is when both man and dragon are in agreement. Mikal took a deep breath, feeling Nick tense up under him, "Relax." Mikal tried to take his own advice as he caressed the coppery dragon, noting how it shimmered brightly. He didn't move until he felt Nick's muscles unclench, then he leaned over and kissed the hollow of Nick's lower back, "Better." Methodically he began kissing his way up Nick's back, which brought his cock in brushing contact with Nick's thigh and then across his ass, leaving in it's wake a gleaming trail. Mikal shuddered at the temptation, but continued toward his goal, the coppery dragon. He heard Nick hiss and felt him shiver, "Mmm..breath." He brought his hands down to follow in the wake of the kisses, caressing and exploring. The moment Nick and his dragon were in agreement, everything changed. He was achingly aware of what was wanted. Mikal's hand caressing the dragon sent fiery little shock waves through him and the kiss on his lower back changed those little shock waves to searing waves. He hadn't realized, or perhaps remembered, how intense sensations were when it was just him and the dragon. The feel of Mikal's pre-cum slicked cock brushing against him damn near took his breath away and sent a shiver through him. The closer Mikal got to the dragon on his back, the worse it got, or the better, depending. Intense enough that Nick wanted to wiggle away, or; embarrassing as it was; squeal. He managed to hiss instead. Mikal's soft suggestion; or was it a command; to breath, didn't help, "You... make... that easier... said.. than done." With Nick and his dragon in accordance with what was wanted meant that every sensation, every smell, every touch, now came at two levels. The level of the man and then the level of the dragon; which was far deeper. One might call it just short of soul deep. Mikal hadn't been too far off when he'd said it had been centuries for Nick when it came to just him and his dragon, so it had been centuries since any of these sensations had been felt within Nick, minus the vampiric filter. Mikal was almost shaking as he reached the lower edge of Nick's dragon. He swallowed, lifting his head to study it once more, achingly aware of his body position, and every, single contact point between his body and Nick's. He listened to Nick's semi-ragged breathing for a moment, "So far so good Nickodemus. Lets see if I can't change that." He didn't wait for an answer, but ran his hands up Nick's back; along the edges of the outline, then into his hair, and ran his tongue straight up the center, stopping at the base of Nick's neck, which his hands had already moved his hair away from. From where his body had started, the end point put him almost laying on Nick's back. Nick gasped and his eyes damn near rolled up in his head. Every singly nerve, every single inch of skin felt like a jolt of molten electricity had slammed through them, and all of it seemed to be achingly connected together through his cock. The feel of Mikal's body along his obliterated the man for a moment, as the dragon roared and Nick's body arched upward, in an effort to turn and take control. Mikal felt the rush of lust and power, felt Nick's muscles ripple and bunch, and his dragon responded by slamming their hand between the coppery wings, effectively pinning Nick, "Not this time Bedlam. This time I win. I get what I want," the voice rumbling, deep, and laced with power. The very air surrounding them changing colors. Along the bed, deep copper, scintillating and with flecks of deeper green, and above that a rich blue, iridescent and streaked with electric blue. The blue dipped down into the copper, "and you, you will beg. Beg for me to stop, to not stop. You will yield for once." Nick tried again to roll, to turn, but the pressure between his shoulders was immense and he had no leverage. He glared furiously over his shoulder and found himself glaring into a draconic eye of bright green, behind which was one of electric blue, with a deep blue ring around it, "I do not beg, and yield is what everyone else does for me, not I for them." Even as he snarled them, the words sounded hollow to Nick's ears and yet deeper at the same time. Fury and need had his head spinning. "Not this time." The words softer, but holding no less power, were emphasized by an increase of downward pressure on Nick's shoulders, "Yield." Mikal dipped his head and ran his tongue along the powerful jaw of the dragon outline beneath him, on both levels. Nick clenched his teeth and hissed through them. It changed nothing though. He tried to think, needed to think, if only for a moment. Unfortunately, thinking wasn't working too well, because words wouldn't go in correct order, and refused to make sense. Feeling though was in high gear. He could feel Mikal's body along his, heated and solid. He also felt something far heavier, with far more power, pinning him with deceptive ease. It was Mikal licking his jaw that clarified things, for he felt it on his back, and along his jaw. A draconic jaw. In an instant he knew he was on an edge, and that if he was, then Mikal was as well. He went still, his breath coming in deep, almost gasps, "How.. about.. I.. just..don't...don't..," Don't what? Mikal licked Nick's ear, "Don't what Nick? Breathe maybe?" He lifted his head and blinked slowly, shifting his vision to heat sensitive. A riot of reds and yellows met his gaze, with flashes of greens and copper. Mikal took a shaky breath, and shifted his vision back. Reluctantly he slid his hand out of Nick's hair, "Nick, we could play power struggle all damn night and it would be a draw. Frankly there are far better things to do," he felt Nick's shoulders bunch, "Don't. Either of you. The flip side of passion is rage Nickodemus, and I'm pretty sure that us going toe to toe would have very unhappy results, so just don't," as he spoke he lightened the pressure between Nick's shoulders and when Nick eased down, he smiled.