Of Scales and wings and Things that Go Bump (in the night)
Title: Of scales and wings and things that go Bump (in the night)
Chapter 17 / (?)
Fandom: Losers
Genre: AU
Rating: NC - 17
Word Count: roughly 3300
Disclaimer: I do not own the 'Losers' movie or comic. i make no profit from writing or posting this fic.
WARNING: Mate marks, dragons, some blood (but mostly not sensualized)
This chapter contains explicit sex between two guys. It also contains some pretty hard rated criteria involving two dragons, both of the bloody feeding kind and of two mates doing far more sensual things. Like, near beastiality type things. If the concept of two animals together in any way bothers you, but you want to read the rest of the story, skip to the series of asterisks (*****) or click the second cut and continue from there. If you choose not to skip the first part, YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. Thank you.
Chapter 17
Dark shadows floated over the forest, sending the wildlife into scrambling, hiding, quiet chaos. The blink and already gone variety of chaos, because even in an area where the top predator was nothing bigger than a few bears or the random escaped zoo animal, it was obvious that they were not the first ones who hunted here. Not the first who invoked immediate terror. The reactions made Jensen wonder how many of his family had haunted the woods with their dragons, maybe even before his mother had taken over the resort. Instead of focusing on the past, he wheels above the forest, eyes scanning for movement. He doesn’t need much- something bigger than a rabbit, of course, but he wouldn’t demolish the whole herd of deer today.
One or two would do just fine.
He came back around for another pass and saw flashes of color in one of the trees, catching Cougar’s unique coloring. It didn’t blend well with this deciduous and pine foliage, instead of the nearly tropical from lower Mexico and Central America where his species had originated from. But he watched as Cougar stalked up the tree before flinging himself off, arcing over a couple tree-tops to dive back into the forest. He appeared several yards over, climbing another tree, repeating the process for several minutes as Jensen watched him curiously. But Cougar’s seemingly random dive- bombing of the forest produced results- after the fifth or sixth time a herd of animals broke cover, and Jensen was plummeting before his brain processed anything beyond ‘food’. The deer broke into a scattering of individuals beneath him, but Jensen slammed a heavy set of claws into the ribcage of one, tail slashing behind him and his jaws snapping another tasty morsel. He flung his head up, releasing the creature trapped between vicious teeth and opening his maw wide, slamming his jaws shut in such a way that half the deer shorn clear off and hit the dirt some feet below. The rolling growl of pleasure went unnoticed as he swallowed and went searching after the rest, mindless of the blood pouring across his talons in the crushed deer. Instead the scent of blood and meat poured up his nose as he lifted the carcass with his free paw, talons gripping the antlers of a once magnificent stag, teeth severing the neck cleanly and he set the head and rack aside, burying his nose toward the crushed body. He nuzzled along it for a moment before gently picking it up in his muzzle.
Cougar was preening behind him, a battered body of a half-grown buck dangling from his own jaws; wings spread wide behind his back to flaunt the vibrant colors as blood oozed along his muzzle and dripped into the forest floor. Jensen peered down at him, feeling Tormenta stir in his mind over the vision of beauty presented to them. Nothing could surpass a beautiful mate, offering delicate bits of food and vying for attention. So this was what counted as flirting, maybe. Jensen hadn’t had a mindful reason for why he’d grabbed the other deer, but now he offered the carcass, dropping it into a graceless tumble of broken limbs at Cougar’s feet. Cougar placed his own offering beside Jensen’s, then skirted around their combined meal to snuffle along Jensen’s jaw. It was rare moments like this, when they were both free in their dragons and so close that Jensen realized just how much bigger he was than Cougar- the few inches of difference between them as human was nothing compared to the sizes of their breeds. Cougar was a mere twelve feet from nose to the tip of his tail, not counting the last tufted bit of feathers, and Jensen’s thirty-something foot length and huge wingspan should have intimidated Cougar. Hell, he could crunch through the smaller dragon with as much ease as he did the deer, if not for Cougar’s attitude, scales, and claws. But considerations of their size difference fled his mind when Cougar shoved his nose against his jaw, lapping some of the blood and bits on his cheek away. The rough sensations of the licking so close to the sensitive scales of his mouth blanked out his mind momentarily. When his mind resurfaced, Cougar was tearing out chunks of venison, his glances smug.
Little cheater had used his years of knowledge against him. Jensen glared balefully before ripping out his own morsel of dinner. If Cougar was going to cheat, Jensen had no problems returning the favor. Especially when, moments later, Cougar grabbed a leg and yanked, the shoulder pulling away with a sick tearing sound and smacking Jensen’s across the nose. He huffed and waited. Cougar would get his.
The meal had been reduced to a few scattered pieces and a puddle of churned earth, Cougar looking pleasantly full and the edge taken off Jensen’s hunger. For a dragon of his size, two deer was merely a snack, but he wasn’t hunting to fill his hunger. He followed Cougar through the woods a little way, aware of his mass shoving against the trees as they passed, but not yet ready to take off. When Cougar made signs that he was about to launch himself and head back, Jensen planted a heavy paw across his shoulders, promptly pinning the smaller dragon into the dirt.
Cougar voiced his displeasure with a brilliant roar, snapping his head around at Jensen, sharp teeth bared. Jensen shook his head, though, shoving his muzzle against Cougar’s head and neck. He rested there and purred, relieving a little of his weight so he knew Cougar wouldn’t be hurt, but still keeping him in place. When Cougar had calmed enough that Jensen no longer feared being bitten, he scraped his tongue up Cougar’s body. The action produced a brief squawking sound from Cougar, but Jensen didn’t stop. Starting with the speckles of blood on Cougar’s chest and throat, he dragged his tongue over scales and feathers, licking at Cougar until the smaller dragon started to look bedraggled and pissed. But there was a touch something else in his scent that coaxed Jensen to keep licking, beyond simple cleaning and into full grooming. He didn’t quite make the connection as to what that scent was until his tongue twisted around Cougar’s hip and encountered a lump in the vicinity of.. wait. Wait. Jensen growled and promptly rolled Cougar over. There was a lump between Cougar’s hind legs. Jensen didn’t bother to hide his interest as he shoved his nostrils along Cougar’s scaled stomach until he could inhale the slight, stirring scents of arousal.
Jensen wasn’t sure what his muzzle and eyes showed, but in his mind he was grinning wickedly, stared down at Cougar and flicked his tongue across the area in question. Cougar stretched, offering more of his belly and groin, a pleased rumble vibrating against Jensen’s tongue. He continued the tongue bath, once like a dog grooming her pup, but now decidedly less innocent. He could taste the subtle difference as fluid began to trickle from the little divot in Cougar’s scales, one that was quickly opening to reveal an engorged cock-tip. Jensen paid special attention to the area, ensuring a thorough cleaning from belly to tail. And Cougar let him, splayed out on the forest floor, keening, whining, groaning. Noises that sounded pleasurable, right up to the choked sound emitted when a rough tongue scraped over another hidden dip. Jensen licked there again, and a muted snarl sounded somewhere above his head. Cougar’s hind feet dug into his neck, then, shoving his head back down. It was simple, harsh pressure against the thick defensive scales as Jensen used his long, rough tongue to rim Cougar. The little pain and the increasingly louder sounds only encouraged him, mixing with the shudders twisting Cougar’s upper torso, wings flapping uselessly against the forest floor debris, and the twitching tail nearly smacking his nose.
Jensen pinned the distracting tail with one forepaw and planted the other carefully against the dragon’s torso; holding Cougar in place as best as he dared before sending his supple muscle on a borrowing expedition. The resulting roar echoed through the trees, sending distant sounds of fleeing animals rampaging off in search of safety. It also marked a nearly explosive orgasm, Jensen pulling away before his tongue got crushed, in time to see sprays of murky fluid splatter across the bronze- gold scales. He stared at the dirty little vision laid out for him, something pleased and male and content curling in his head and chest.
He had a moment to wonder if Cougar would fall apart that well if he did that while they were human. If the sniper would let him pin him to the bed and do exactly what he’d said before they left this morning- open Cougar’s body up for him and mark him up. Tormenta wanted that, now, but Jensen knew better than to indulge his inner dragon in a full mating. For them to fuck each other, both of them changed into their dragon bodies- it didn’t bear thinking about. Jensen was more than twice as big as Cougar, nearly thrice as long from nose to tail-tip. It would be disastrous, so much so that Jensen shoved Tormenta down as deep as he could as he watched Cougar scramble up and shake the leaves and other bits from his wings. He banished the horrible images that sprang up from Tormenta’s insidious wish, keeping to safer thoughts regarding Cougar, sex, and a bed. And a shower. Definitely somewhere he could watch flickering firelight bring Cougar’s skin to life. Mmm, and maybe the kitchen. Just for variety.
But only when they were both human. For their mutual continuing health.
******
It really wasn’t hard to predict what would happen when they finally reached their hotel rooms. Jensen’s bed, thankfully, had been replaced, and an updated bill left on the desk. The cleaning crew had left his laptop exactly how he’d left it on the desk, simply hauling out the mattress and replacing the linens in both rooms.
Neither of them needed to comment about how long the state of cleanliness was going to last. Cougar forewent words altogether, grabbing at Jensen roughly and pinning the taller man to the wall. A low snarl rumbled in Jensen’s throat, but he fed at Cougar’s willing mouth, chasing lips and tongue and teeth with as much passion and heat as Cougar demanded. The smaller dragon wasn’t any less involved in this ritual, this dance that had begun last night and would end with him pinned to the bed.
Jensen wanted to be above Cougar again, but he was going to make Cougs feel the same deep- gut soreness he’d woken up with that morning. The same pull of forgotten muscles, the oddly slick sensation of moisture on and in his ass. So it didn’t take long before he shoved Cougar away, gripping the tanned shoulders and leading him backwards toward his bed. There’s an edge to Cougar’s teeth when he growled and flashed white points, but Jensen growled back and arched above him. One hand clenched into the sheets beside Cougar’s head, and after a moment Cougar rocked his head back, flashing a bare throat. Jensen crooned, bending to scrape a tongue over stubble- rough skin. Salt and sweat hit his tastebuds right after the heavier thrum of dragon musk, and then like a chaser, the sweet promise of blood pumping under caramel skin. Jensen mouthed along Cougar’s throat, avoiding the enticing scents of places he could place marks and bites, places with skin so tender it would take barely any pressure at all for sharp, predatory teeth to rip open. Instead he trailed down Cougar’s collarbone, tracing the pulsing swish of blood under the skin down over tough pectorals and along hidden ribs. He stopped briefly to tongue at one nipple until Cougar moaned under him, squirming slightly and showing flashes of slit - pupil eyes. The sight of that double-tipped tongue flicking out between bite- swollen lips urged Jensen to release the nub his tongue was tormenting and surge upward, until he was looming above Cougar. Their kiss was less violent than most recent ones, but Jensen couldn’t resist fucking his tongue over Cougar’s, marveling at how different it was from kissing anyone else in his past. He was spoiled for humans; no human could ever be enough after knowing what being with another dragon was like.
When they were both panting and the kiss disintegrating back to nipping and sharp bites, Jensen pulled away a little and glanced down back over the body spread for him. There was a faint pattern along Cougar’s skin, the promise of scales before his skin toughened and turned brilliant colors. The slight fangs he could feel in his own mouth were mirrored, peeking between Cougar’s flushed lips. Words had escaped him long ago, and skipped around in the back of his mind unattended as he took in the beauty of Cougar. His mate. His. Jensen turned his eyes on the curve of hard pecs where he’d promised to put one mark, fingers going to the tender dip where the other one would go. He stroked that spot with a thumb as he debated which mark to impress upon Cougar’s body.
Cougar answered for him. With a full body movement that rolled his body along the length of the bed and crumpled the sheets, he bucked into Jensen’s hands, a faint ‘please’ almost lost to the immediate spike of haze invoked by the action. It’s Jensen’s turn to bare his teeth, and he snarled low to resist the heavy need to bloody Cougar. Instead he recalled a lesson from the night before and hurled himself off Cougar, shoving a hand through a bedside drawer and coming back with the lightly scented hotel lotion. Cougar’s hard, waiting, legs spread in near invitation when Jensen turned back around. The command that made Cougar shift position was little more than a harsh sound, not even a word but Jensen was never so pleased to know Cougar could move like that. The view of Cougar’s ass lifted from the bed as he stretched and put every muscle group on display only filled the room with a further rush of pheromones.
It didn’t take long to get his hands and his tongue back to the places it had been not long ago, except this time he didn’t have to worry about wings and a tail smacking his head in. Jensen growled his pleasure against smooth skin, just above a few coarse hairs. This was different, better, and when he lapped at a certain alluring crinkle, the sounds that rumbled the bed coaxed him to continue. Minutes passed as he licked and nibbled and plundered, until Cougar’s skin was dripping and Jensen had two fingers buried in a very welcoming hole. their pheromones had swamped the room again, and when Jensen carefully slid his fingers free and rolled Cougar onto his back, the other dragon was exactly how he wanted him. Mocha- dark eyes with wide- blown pupils, sweat-soaked skin, flushed and begging to be marked. “Jake, please,” he begged.
“Shh,” he soothed. He didn’t want to make Cougar feel like he had to abase himself. No, this occasion wasn’t for Cougar to be begging him, this was for mating, marking, proving they worked no matter who was where and what was happening. He leaned in close and flicked his tongue along the drops of moisture beaded along Cougar’s hardened cock, fingers sliding easily back into him. Cougar swore softly and glared down his own body to Jensen’s head teasing his sac. “Bite me. Mark me now.”
Sharp teeth suck deep into the soft flesh between abs and hip. Blood welled up, trickling from the edges of his lips and down the angular curve of Cougar’s hip. The mark would be safely hidden by pants when it healed, but no one would see Cougar intimately and miss seeing Jensen’s claim. When he finished and pulled away from the torn flesh, he licked his lips clean and peered back up Cougar’s body. Cougar hadn’t come yet, but there was a puddle of clear liquid pooling under his tip. He hadn’t deflated even though the bite had to have hurt, and there was something more than just raw lust in his eyes.
It took but a moment to spoon his hips against Cougar’s body, kissing him fervently as he eased into Cougar for the first time. Jensen shook for a moment as held himself still, letting Cougar adjust. Cougar didn’t take long before whispering filthy words in his ear, ordering Jensen to fuck him, finish putting his mate- marks on his body. Jensen didn’t hesitate, not daring to stop until they both exploded. He placed a slightly tamer bite into Cougar’s chest, a perfect imprint of teeth with four punctures. After the pounding in his head settled, he licked away the blood off both bites and the cum cooling on Cougar’s body before settling onto the mattress beside his mate.
Cougar rolled so they faced each other on the queen sized bed. He looked content, peaceful, even while sweat- slick and stained with blood. “Gracias, Jake.” They laid like that for a few minutes, facing each other and fingers playing idly, soaking in the new mating bond and mutual afterglow. Finally Jensen shifted closer, nuzzling against Cougar’s forehead before sliding lower and lapping at the claim mark on his chest. “I knew I’d like seeing this,” he whispered against the skin. He squirmed back up until he was looking into Cougar’s face directly.
“Bite me. Please. I didn’t want to think about it earlier but I need it, too. Make us equals, where it counts. So the worries stay away.” He hadn’t particularly thought about the reaction of his team and what the long term affects of their relationship might be, not since he’d told his parents off... only the day before? Was it really so little time? But the pressure of those thoughts lingered like a dark cloud, daring to take him over when the pleasurable haze faded. And he’d deal with it- on his own time, and with support. For now he’d take what relaxing and such as he could as they stabilized their mating. Which meant Cougar needed to return the mate-mark, the sooner the better.
It had only taken a moment between his request and the glimmering look in Cougar’s face to register in Jensen’s mind, and then Cougar had moved in such a way Jensen was laying face- down in Cougar’s spot and the other dragon loomed over him. The rush up his spine wasn’t from some potential threat now, but a burning lust that surprised Jake, and he moaned when Cougar’s rough tongue scraped up his spine. There was no other prelude before sharp teeth dug into the meat of his shoulder, just below his neck, and Jensen gasped, a short high note that shocked him. But his body collapsed and submitted to Cougar’s weight and grip, accepting the physical claim. It sparked in him, this submission and acceptance, sparkled with lust and eased something tense inside. Jensen had a place, at Cougar’s side, protecting and being protected, sharing and loving and belonging and things he had no word for but filled his mind and chest anyway.
They spent the rest of the afternoon spooned together, sequestered from the world. They had all the time in the world cramped into two weeks to prepare for going back into real life, then a week before hitting the job again. They could only hoped they could keep that whole time to themselves.
Chapter 17 / (?)
Fandom: Losers
Genre: AU
Rating: NC - 17
Word Count: roughly 3300
Disclaimer: I do not own the 'Losers' movie or comic. i make no profit from writing or posting this fic.
WARNING: Mate marks, dragons, some blood (but mostly not sensualized)
This chapter contains explicit sex between two guys. It also contains some pretty hard rated criteria involving two dragons, both of the bloody feeding kind and of two mates doing far more sensual things. Like, near beastiality type things. If the concept of two animals together in any way bothers you, but you want to read the rest of the story, skip to the series of asterisks (*****) or click the second cut and continue from there. If you choose not to skip the first part, YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. Thank you.
Chapter 17
Dark shadows floated over the forest, sending the wildlife into scrambling, hiding, quiet chaos. The blink and already gone variety of chaos, because even in an area where the top predator was nothing bigger than a few bears or the random escaped zoo animal, it was obvious that they were not the first ones who hunted here. Not the first who invoked immediate terror. The reactions made Jensen wonder how many of his family had haunted the woods with their dragons, maybe even before his mother had taken over the resort. Instead of focusing on the past, he wheels above the forest, eyes scanning for movement. He doesn’t need much- something bigger than a rabbit, of course, but he wouldn’t demolish the whole herd of deer today.
One or two would do just fine.
He came back around for another pass and saw flashes of color in one of the trees, catching Cougar’s unique coloring. It didn’t blend well with this deciduous and pine foliage, instead of the nearly tropical from lower Mexico and Central America where his species had originated from. But he watched as Cougar stalked up the tree before flinging himself off, arcing over a couple tree-tops to dive back into the forest. He appeared several yards over, climbing another tree, repeating the process for several minutes as Jensen watched him curiously. But Cougar’s seemingly random dive- bombing of the forest produced results- after the fifth or sixth time a herd of animals broke cover, and Jensen was plummeting before his brain processed anything beyond ‘food’. The deer broke into a scattering of individuals beneath him, but Jensen slammed a heavy set of claws into the ribcage of one, tail slashing behind him and his jaws snapping another tasty morsel. He flung his head up, releasing the creature trapped between vicious teeth and opening his maw wide, slamming his jaws shut in such a way that half the deer shorn clear off and hit the dirt some feet below. The rolling growl of pleasure went unnoticed as he swallowed and went searching after the rest, mindless of the blood pouring across his talons in the crushed deer. Instead the scent of blood and meat poured up his nose as he lifted the carcass with his free paw, talons gripping the antlers of a once magnificent stag, teeth severing the neck cleanly and he set the head and rack aside, burying his nose toward the crushed body. He nuzzled along it for a moment before gently picking it up in his muzzle.
Cougar was preening behind him, a battered body of a half-grown buck dangling from his own jaws; wings spread wide behind his back to flaunt the vibrant colors as blood oozed along his muzzle and dripped into the forest floor. Jensen peered down at him, feeling Tormenta stir in his mind over the vision of beauty presented to them. Nothing could surpass a beautiful mate, offering delicate bits of food and vying for attention. So this was what counted as flirting, maybe. Jensen hadn’t had a mindful reason for why he’d grabbed the other deer, but now he offered the carcass, dropping it into a graceless tumble of broken limbs at Cougar’s feet. Cougar placed his own offering beside Jensen’s, then skirted around their combined meal to snuffle along Jensen’s jaw. It was rare moments like this, when they were both free in their dragons and so close that Jensen realized just how much bigger he was than Cougar- the few inches of difference between them as human was nothing compared to the sizes of their breeds. Cougar was a mere twelve feet from nose to the tip of his tail, not counting the last tufted bit of feathers, and Jensen’s thirty-something foot length and huge wingspan should have intimidated Cougar. Hell, he could crunch through the smaller dragon with as much ease as he did the deer, if not for Cougar’s attitude, scales, and claws. But considerations of their size difference fled his mind when Cougar shoved his nose against his jaw, lapping some of the blood and bits on his cheek away. The rough sensations of the licking so close to the sensitive scales of his mouth blanked out his mind momentarily. When his mind resurfaced, Cougar was tearing out chunks of venison, his glances smug.
Little cheater had used his years of knowledge against him. Jensen glared balefully before ripping out his own morsel of dinner. If Cougar was going to cheat, Jensen had no problems returning the favor. Especially when, moments later, Cougar grabbed a leg and yanked, the shoulder pulling away with a sick tearing sound and smacking Jensen’s across the nose. He huffed and waited. Cougar would get his.
The meal had been reduced to a few scattered pieces and a puddle of churned earth, Cougar looking pleasantly full and the edge taken off Jensen’s hunger. For a dragon of his size, two deer was merely a snack, but he wasn’t hunting to fill his hunger. He followed Cougar through the woods a little way, aware of his mass shoving against the trees as they passed, but not yet ready to take off. When Cougar made signs that he was about to launch himself and head back, Jensen planted a heavy paw across his shoulders, promptly pinning the smaller dragon into the dirt.
Cougar voiced his displeasure with a brilliant roar, snapping his head around at Jensen, sharp teeth bared. Jensen shook his head, though, shoving his muzzle against Cougar’s head and neck. He rested there and purred, relieving a little of his weight so he knew Cougar wouldn’t be hurt, but still keeping him in place. When Cougar had calmed enough that Jensen no longer feared being bitten, he scraped his tongue up Cougar’s body. The action produced a brief squawking sound from Cougar, but Jensen didn’t stop. Starting with the speckles of blood on Cougar’s chest and throat, he dragged his tongue over scales and feathers, licking at Cougar until the smaller dragon started to look bedraggled and pissed. But there was a touch something else in his scent that coaxed Jensen to keep licking, beyond simple cleaning and into full grooming. He didn’t quite make the connection as to what that scent was until his tongue twisted around Cougar’s hip and encountered a lump in the vicinity of.. wait. Wait. Jensen growled and promptly rolled Cougar over. There was a lump between Cougar’s hind legs. Jensen didn’t bother to hide his interest as he shoved his nostrils along Cougar’s scaled stomach until he could inhale the slight, stirring scents of arousal.
Jensen wasn’t sure what his muzzle and eyes showed, but in his mind he was grinning wickedly, stared down at Cougar and flicked his tongue across the area in question. Cougar stretched, offering more of his belly and groin, a pleased rumble vibrating against Jensen’s tongue. He continued the tongue bath, once like a dog grooming her pup, but now decidedly less innocent. He could taste the subtle difference as fluid began to trickle from the little divot in Cougar’s scales, one that was quickly opening to reveal an engorged cock-tip. Jensen paid special attention to the area, ensuring a thorough cleaning from belly to tail. And Cougar let him, splayed out on the forest floor, keening, whining, groaning. Noises that sounded pleasurable, right up to the choked sound emitted when a rough tongue scraped over another hidden dip. Jensen licked there again, and a muted snarl sounded somewhere above his head. Cougar’s hind feet dug into his neck, then, shoving his head back down. It was simple, harsh pressure against the thick defensive scales as Jensen used his long, rough tongue to rim Cougar. The little pain and the increasingly louder sounds only encouraged him, mixing with the shudders twisting Cougar’s upper torso, wings flapping uselessly against the forest floor debris, and the twitching tail nearly smacking his nose.
Jensen pinned the distracting tail with one forepaw and planted the other carefully against the dragon’s torso; holding Cougar in place as best as he dared before sending his supple muscle on a borrowing expedition. The resulting roar echoed through the trees, sending distant sounds of fleeing animals rampaging off in search of safety. It also marked a nearly explosive orgasm, Jensen pulling away before his tongue got crushed, in time to see sprays of murky fluid splatter across the bronze- gold scales. He stared at the dirty little vision laid out for him, something pleased and male and content curling in his head and chest.
He had a moment to wonder if Cougar would fall apart that well if he did that while they were human. If the sniper would let him pin him to the bed and do exactly what he’d said before they left this morning- open Cougar’s body up for him and mark him up. Tormenta wanted that, now, but Jensen knew better than to indulge his inner dragon in a full mating. For them to fuck each other, both of them changed into their dragon bodies- it didn’t bear thinking about. Jensen was more than twice as big as Cougar, nearly thrice as long from nose to tail-tip. It would be disastrous, so much so that Jensen shoved Tormenta down as deep as he could as he watched Cougar scramble up and shake the leaves and other bits from his wings. He banished the horrible images that sprang up from Tormenta’s insidious wish, keeping to safer thoughts regarding Cougar, sex, and a bed. And a shower. Definitely somewhere he could watch flickering firelight bring Cougar’s skin to life. Mmm, and maybe the kitchen. Just for variety.
But only when they were both human. For their mutual continuing health.
******
It really wasn’t hard to predict what would happen when they finally reached their hotel rooms. Jensen’s bed, thankfully, had been replaced, and an updated bill left on the desk. The cleaning crew had left his laptop exactly how he’d left it on the desk, simply hauling out the mattress and replacing the linens in both rooms.
Neither of them needed to comment about how long the state of cleanliness was going to last. Cougar forewent words altogether, grabbing at Jensen roughly and pinning the taller man to the wall. A low snarl rumbled in Jensen’s throat, but he fed at Cougar’s willing mouth, chasing lips and tongue and teeth with as much passion and heat as Cougar demanded. The smaller dragon wasn’t any less involved in this ritual, this dance that had begun last night and would end with him pinned to the bed.
Jensen wanted to be above Cougar again, but he was going to make Cougs feel the same deep- gut soreness he’d woken up with that morning. The same pull of forgotten muscles, the oddly slick sensation of moisture on and in his ass. So it didn’t take long before he shoved Cougar away, gripping the tanned shoulders and leading him backwards toward his bed. There’s an edge to Cougar’s teeth when he growled and flashed white points, but Jensen growled back and arched above him. One hand clenched into the sheets beside Cougar’s head, and after a moment Cougar rocked his head back, flashing a bare throat. Jensen crooned, bending to scrape a tongue over stubble- rough skin. Salt and sweat hit his tastebuds right after the heavier thrum of dragon musk, and then like a chaser, the sweet promise of blood pumping under caramel skin. Jensen mouthed along Cougar’s throat, avoiding the enticing scents of places he could place marks and bites, places with skin so tender it would take barely any pressure at all for sharp, predatory teeth to rip open. Instead he trailed down Cougar’s collarbone, tracing the pulsing swish of blood under the skin down over tough pectorals and along hidden ribs. He stopped briefly to tongue at one nipple until Cougar moaned under him, squirming slightly and showing flashes of slit - pupil eyes. The sight of that double-tipped tongue flicking out between bite- swollen lips urged Jensen to release the nub his tongue was tormenting and surge upward, until he was looming above Cougar. Their kiss was less violent than most recent ones, but Jensen couldn’t resist fucking his tongue over Cougar’s, marveling at how different it was from kissing anyone else in his past. He was spoiled for humans; no human could ever be enough after knowing what being with another dragon was like.
When they were both panting and the kiss disintegrating back to nipping and sharp bites, Jensen pulled away a little and glanced down back over the body spread for him. There was a faint pattern along Cougar’s skin, the promise of scales before his skin toughened and turned brilliant colors. The slight fangs he could feel in his own mouth were mirrored, peeking between Cougar’s flushed lips. Words had escaped him long ago, and skipped around in the back of his mind unattended as he took in the beauty of Cougar. His mate. His. Jensen turned his eyes on the curve of hard pecs where he’d promised to put one mark, fingers going to the tender dip where the other one would go. He stroked that spot with a thumb as he debated which mark to impress upon Cougar’s body.
Cougar answered for him. With a full body movement that rolled his body along the length of the bed and crumpled the sheets, he bucked into Jensen’s hands, a faint ‘please’ almost lost to the immediate spike of haze invoked by the action. It’s Jensen’s turn to bare his teeth, and he snarled low to resist the heavy need to bloody Cougar. Instead he recalled a lesson from the night before and hurled himself off Cougar, shoving a hand through a bedside drawer and coming back with the lightly scented hotel lotion. Cougar’s hard, waiting, legs spread in near invitation when Jensen turned back around. The command that made Cougar shift position was little more than a harsh sound, not even a word but Jensen was never so pleased to know Cougar could move like that. The view of Cougar’s ass lifted from the bed as he stretched and put every muscle group on display only filled the room with a further rush of pheromones.
It didn’t take long to get his hands and his tongue back to the places it had been not long ago, except this time he didn’t have to worry about wings and a tail smacking his head in. Jensen growled his pleasure against smooth skin, just above a few coarse hairs. This was different, better, and when he lapped at a certain alluring crinkle, the sounds that rumbled the bed coaxed him to continue. Minutes passed as he licked and nibbled and plundered, until Cougar’s skin was dripping and Jensen had two fingers buried in a very welcoming hole. their pheromones had swamped the room again, and when Jensen carefully slid his fingers free and rolled Cougar onto his back, the other dragon was exactly how he wanted him. Mocha- dark eyes with wide- blown pupils, sweat-soaked skin, flushed and begging to be marked. “Jake, please,” he begged.
“Shh,” he soothed. He didn’t want to make Cougar feel like he had to abase himself. No, this occasion wasn’t for Cougar to be begging him, this was for mating, marking, proving they worked no matter who was where and what was happening. He leaned in close and flicked his tongue along the drops of moisture beaded along Cougar’s hardened cock, fingers sliding easily back into him. Cougar swore softly and glared down his own body to Jensen’s head teasing his sac. “Bite me. Mark me now.”
Sharp teeth suck deep into the soft flesh between abs and hip. Blood welled up, trickling from the edges of his lips and down the angular curve of Cougar’s hip. The mark would be safely hidden by pants when it healed, but no one would see Cougar intimately and miss seeing Jensen’s claim. When he finished and pulled away from the torn flesh, he licked his lips clean and peered back up Cougar’s body. Cougar hadn’t come yet, but there was a puddle of clear liquid pooling under his tip. He hadn’t deflated even though the bite had to have hurt, and there was something more than just raw lust in his eyes.
It took but a moment to spoon his hips against Cougar’s body, kissing him fervently as he eased into Cougar for the first time. Jensen shook for a moment as held himself still, letting Cougar adjust. Cougar didn’t take long before whispering filthy words in his ear, ordering Jensen to fuck him, finish putting his mate- marks on his body. Jensen didn’t hesitate, not daring to stop until they both exploded. He placed a slightly tamer bite into Cougar’s chest, a perfect imprint of teeth with four punctures. After the pounding in his head settled, he licked away the blood off both bites and the cum cooling on Cougar’s body before settling onto the mattress beside his mate.
Cougar rolled so they faced each other on the queen sized bed. He looked content, peaceful, even while sweat- slick and stained with blood. “Gracias, Jake.” They laid like that for a few minutes, facing each other and fingers playing idly, soaking in the new mating bond and mutual afterglow. Finally Jensen shifted closer, nuzzling against Cougar’s forehead before sliding lower and lapping at the claim mark on his chest. “I knew I’d like seeing this,” he whispered against the skin. He squirmed back up until he was looking into Cougar’s face directly.
“Bite me. Please. I didn’t want to think about it earlier but I need it, too. Make us equals, where it counts. So the worries stay away.” He hadn’t particularly thought about the reaction of his team and what the long term affects of their relationship might be, not since he’d told his parents off... only the day before? Was it really so little time? But the pressure of those thoughts lingered like a dark cloud, daring to take him over when the pleasurable haze faded. And he’d deal with it- on his own time, and with support. For now he’d take what relaxing and such as he could as they stabilized their mating. Which meant Cougar needed to return the mate-mark, the sooner the better.
It had only taken a moment between his request and the glimmering look in Cougar’s face to register in Jensen’s mind, and then Cougar had moved in such a way Jensen was laying face- down in Cougar’s spot and the other dragon loomed over him. The rush up his spine wasn’t from some potential threat now, but a burning lust that surprised Jake, and he moaned when Cougar’s rough tongue scraped up his spine. There was no other prelude before sharp teeth dug into the meat of his shoulder, just below his neck, and Jensen gasped, a short high note that shocked him. But his body collapsed and submitted to Cougar’s weight and grip, accepting the physical claim. It sparked in him, this submission and acceptance, sparkled with lust and eased something tense inside. Jensen had a place, at Cougar’s side, protecting and being protected, sharing and loving and belonging and things he had no word for but filled his mind and chest anyway.
They spent the rest of the afternoon spooned together, sequestered from the world. They had all the time in the world cramped into two weeks to prepare for going back into real life, then a week before hitting the job again. They could only hoped they could keep that whole time to themselves.