museboxofmuses | DRAGON AU

DRAGON AU

Prometheus hibernated a lot.

There wasn't much else to do, as a hermit-dragon. He couldn't venture out into the world in case some intrepid 'adventurer' wanted to slay him for bragging rights or his hide, he couldn't mingle with other dragons because he was one of Nidhogg's brood (a fact which was why he couldn't socialise with any Ishgardians because spears inevitably got involved in those conversations, he knew, he still had the scar on his hindquarters from his last naive attempt), and he knew absolutely no one else, knew nothing about the world or its new continents or civilisations, so hibernating it was.

But even then, sleeping got dull.

Prometheus sighed deeply, drawing his wings tighter about himself. Perhaps it was because he spent so much time sleeping, but his draconic body evolved to have furred wings - which was nice, it was very warm, even if they did shed some strange, fluffy black motes from time to time (he soon learned that these motes were highly toxic to mortals, probably from his subconscious desire to be left alone slipping into this body's maturing evolution). The downy undercoat of his wings was shed often and thickly enough that he even had a little nest, in a cave warmed by geothermic means, in the high mountains of Coethas. It was cosy, safe, and isolated.

It was also boring and devoid of anything. Prometheus came here... fuck, centuries? Or millennia? He couldn't remember. A long while, just after the war between Ishgard and the dragons kicked off in earnest. He flew here as a dragonnet, and slept and slept and slept, with miserable waking moments in between where he went to stretch his wings, eat a bear or something, and crawled back in his warm, soft cave to sleep some more.

He was avoiding reality, he knew. He didn't understand why he woke up in the form of a dragon - an alien species, not native to their star, how the hell did the reincarnation cycle mess up that badly!? - what happened to Amaurot, why the geography was completely different and... where Hades and Hythlodaeus were. He remembered, in the early days of his life, he would cry out through the Lifestream to hear nothing back, and was slowly accepting that, maybe, it was just him. Alone.

No Hades. No Hythlodaeus. Just him and his cave.

He exhaled heavily, flexing his claws as his body sluggishly roused from its latest bout of hibernation. His stomach was an empty pit of starvation, so he had to eat something calorie dense before dozing back off again. The only thing was, it took ages for his body to fully 'wake up'. Spending centuries practically in a coma made his limbs lock up, and it took a while for the aether flowing through his body to regain strength and feeling in them again. Not that he was in any rush...

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"Oh," Hythlodaeus said, quietly stunned.

Slowly, he reached out to grasp the floating wooden box, the runes inscribed on the frame flaring when he did, and he made a small noise when that small flame of Creation inside of him blossomed. He hadn't realised how guttered it had been until now.

"W-Well, um, thank you, Hades. This is thoughtful of you," Hythlodaeus said, clearly trying to keep his glib composure despite the overwhelming feelings inside of him. Unlike Prometheus, who had centuries to adjust to a life of no Creation, Hythlodaeus had been quietly struggling to the adaptation.

Prometheus eyed him, then Hades, and said slowly, "Way to be lazy, Hades. Making Hyth Create his own bedroom when he's such a close family friend."

His aim was achieved. Hythlodaeus smiled a little, "It wouldn't be Hades if he didn't shirk work..."

“Shirking work! How simple do you think Creating this room was? Not very, that’s what! It’s hooked directly into my aether well, which you know that lesser markers are liable to get themselves sucked dry!” Still, he frowned and snapped his fingers, setting up the inside bounds of the room. He set up a couple windows, some flooring, and simple plaster walls.

“Besides! The fun is customization, right?” Hades wasn’t truly offended, he knew when they were joking with him.

Hades sighed, placing his hands on his hips. “I suppose there is one last bedroom for you to see then... there are a few guest rooms in case... I don’t know, Elidibus, wants to come stay for breakfast.”

Though, since the sundering, he had not once seen that man eat.

Prometheus scratched his jaw, puzzled, "I thought we were mad at Elidibus? Why would he come for breakfast?"

"Would you prefer Lahabrea instead?" Hythlodaeus asked dryly.

"...okay, Elidibus can come for breakfast," he muttered, "But he has to make his own food."

Hythlodaeus coughed, then muttered, "The other bedroom...?"

"Oh, yeah!" Prometheus turned to Hades expectantly, eyebrows raised, "Our bedroom, right?"

“It’s funnier if you cook him something subpar and watch him eat it out of politeness.”

“Of course our bedroom. What else would it be?” He could think of some depressing answers, but why pay those any mind right now?

At the end of the hall stood double doors of intricately carved teak inlaid in silver of some kind of pleasing patterns of wind gusts. Up close the carvings were clear as could be: a flock of birds comprised of hundreds of different species, from large to small, winding their way up to the top of the door.

Inside, there was an open-air balcony the length of the room... perfect for a certain someone to sneak off in his dragon scales whenever he so pleased. In a small feat of aether-cycling, the room was still a perfect temperature. The bed was large and close to the ground, framed by curtains hanging midair from floating clasps. Left of the enormous balcony was a reading nook with floor to ceiling shelves. The opposite wall held a door that led to sumptuous baths. They could see it even from here.

The room just exuded luxurious comfort and relaxation. It could blow the pants off any en-suite in xerora. Hades padded slowly across the rug, swiping his hand across the room, materializing panes of glass with it. “Just as easy as that, if you’d like to try.”

Hythlodaeus hung back slightly near the entrance of the bedroom, as Hades and Prometheus entered it, giving them some semblance of privacy (except not really because he was also totally ogling this).

The bedroom was amazing, of course, and Prometheus couldn't hide his approval and satisfaction as he look in the bed, the balcony, and, of course, the large baths. Oh, he hoped it had jacuzzi mode installed. He didn't realise how much he missed his own extravagant bath back in Amaurot until he spent a few centuries in a cave, freezing cold icemelt his only method of getting clean (ugh). Vaguely aware that it had been a while since his last clean, what with egg-warming and all taking up most of his time, he shifted his weight, watching Hades demonstrate another wonder of the room.

"Hm? It'll work for me?" he asked, "I don't have Creation magic, so I thought..."

“It has some built-in responsiveness,” Hades replied. “They should all be fairly intuitive things... and I can always add or remove features as you like.”

Technically Prometheus should be able to use some creation magic since an dragon’s soul was massier than a regular mortal’s soul... creation, did of course, have an enormous amount to do with the belief of the user in their capability to utilize it. Maybe later.

Hades looked at Prometheus as his gaze lingered on the bath. He felt the hot clench in his lower belly as he realized they might have a little proper alone time. Depending on how soon Azeyma would want their attention, that is.

Hades approached, paying not mind to Hythlodaeus as he tilted Prometheus’ chin to kiss him. “Do you like it?”

Prometheus hummed into the kiss, his draconic instinct briefly rearing his head as he bumped his nose against Hades's in an approximation of a nuzzle.

"Yeah, I do," he admitted. The house was lovely, perfect, really, and he couldn't see himself wanting for anything. They could live a lavish lifestyle in isolation, marred only by Lahabrea and Elidibus coming to visit to... probably disapprove of them playing house, or whatever. He still felt a niggle, a something like 'we're procrastinating from the issues' but... well, fuck it. They can procrastinate for a bit longer. Until Aza was an adult, maybe...

"I'll like it even better," he murmured, kissing Hades gently, worrying his bottom lip briefly, "If we take that bath for a test run. Has it got a jacuzzi mode?"

Hades blinked at him for a moment before he understood the nuzzle. His cheeks warmed as Prometheus bit his lip. Hades kissed back, his hands slowly entering Prometheus’ back pockets to scoop him closer.

“Of course,” he said. “What use is a bath you can’t properly fall asleep in?” The truth of it didn’t matter. But it was a good thing Hades was an ascian or he would have certainly drowned in the tub by now.

It was one of the facts of his borrowed man. He had died of old age, yet while soaking. The water had been a bit warm for him as he tried to soak his weary bones and his body had suffered a heart attack as he slept in the tub. He would definitely hold that fun little fact close to his chest. He didn’t think Prometheus was ready to laugh at it.

Maybe Hythlodaeus.

“Are you going to just stand and watch, Hythlodaeus?” It was as much an admonishment as it was an invitation.

If Hades told him that story there and then, the mood definitely would've been ruined by Prometheus descending into an uncontrollable laughing fit. Of all the ways for Hades to die, falling asleep in the bath and having a heart attack was the most ridiculous and mundane. Also disturbing, because the thought of actually dying of old age... well, yes, Prometheus really wasn't ready to laugh at that yet.

Prometheus settled his arms over Hades's shoulders, humming low in his throat as he glanced over to where Hythlodaeus was leaning against the door frame, openly staring at them.

"Oh, well, far be it for me to intrude on such a romantic scene," Hythlodaeus sighed gustily, straightening up, "And I have something I should be doing..."

"Yeah, like, making sure your room has a bed?" Prometheus said, as pointedly as a knife to the ribs.

Hythlodaeus flapped a hand, "I've gotten the hint, Prom! I'll leave you two..." he stepped back, grabbing the door hand as he did, drawing out the next word suggestively, "Alone~"

"Check up on Aza for me!" Prometheus yelled just before the door shut. He got no answer, but he assumed Hythlodaeus would wander over to babysit the kid beforelong.

Hades recaptured Aza’s lips, standing up straight for once to drag Prometheus up into his arms by his ass, coaxing him to wrap his legs around his waist. His Garlean body was really very sturdy in spite of what he had and hadn’t done with its maintenance. He was certainly more muscular than in his days of Amaurot.

He walked them into the bathroom, setting him down on the edge of the gargantuan tub. Hades pulled a lever, and the large tub began rapidly filling from what looked like a waterfall built out of the wall. The water was wonderfully hot and smelled like milk, honey, and bergamot. He began to undress. His once immaculate skin was now riddled with scars. Had Prometheus even seen them with his regular eyes? That was the shame of spending so much time in war, he supposed. Life had been cruel for Solus zos Galvus,

“You look different too, don’t you?”

"Mmhm, I do," Prometheus said idly, kicking his legs as he shamelessly studied Hades's naked body. It was weathered and pitted, and he had a passing thought to chide Hades for being so rough with his vessel but, well, if what he said before was to be believed, this Solus man was a soldier. Scars were probably expected.

They were interesting, though. In Amaurot, no one had scars, because why would they? So to see the strange bumps, puckered skin, pink or pale white... interesting. It was very interesting.

"But not that different," he said after a pause, tugging off his shirt. He dropped it on the floor, and took a moment to languidly stretch... then stood up, pushing down his trousers and underwear, kicking them off his ankles. He smiled and pointed directly down at his groin, "It's mostly this. Looks like I'm packing both in this body too."

Hades wondered if that might be the case, and his curiosity was burning too hot to ignore. He knelt on the floor in front of Prometheus, lips inches from his cock.

"Why don't you sit back down and show me everything you have down there..." Hades cleared his throat. "And I could easily fix it if you prefer one set over the other." He gave a little shrug as he placed a hand on Prometheuss' knee.

Hades couldn't help himself, he was clearly getting excited about all of this. He gave the base of his cock a squeeze between two fingers with his free hand. He pressed the pliable flesh up against his belly, stretching it just so as he tugged himself to life.

Prometheus sat down, parting his legs with comfortable ease to let Hades kneel down there. He let his hand rest atop his friend's head, fingers curling and tangling into the thick hair as he cocked his head thoughtfully.

"...to be honest, I'm sort of used to it now," he said, "A thousand years or so is long enough to adjust."

And, also, Prometheus was never overly concerned with what lay between his legs, anyways. Yes, back in Amaurot, he officially put himself down as a man, but he never gave it much thought beyond that. Besides, it was an interesting new thing to experiment with, and with Creation magic denied to him, Prometheus had to get his kicks from somewhere else now.

"Besides~ you seemed to enjoy this set up when I'm in my dragon form~"

Hades pressed his hand into the touch, smiling as Prometheus spread his legs for him. He felt his cock tighten and thicken, growing more sensitive by the moment. Satisfied with how it looked now, he moved his hand to tighten around Prometheus' cock, slowly pumping him.

"I enjoyed myself, but I think it was you who enjoyed himself more... Watching you made it awfully tempting to rearrange my corporeal form, after all. You made it seem so fun. Say... Are you sore here?" he asked as he ghosted fingers over Prometheus' labia.

Prometheus purred softly when Hades began to stroke his cock, gently rocking into the touch and feeling himself stiffen up. He began stroking Hades's hair, tugging at the thick locks, and hummed when he felt fingers ghost over him.

"Mm, not really," he said, "The egg didn't really hurt coming out, so I don't have any lingering soreness."

In fact, he felt perfectly fine. Dragons were very adaptive, after all, and laying an egg was hardly as traumatic as bipedal mammals giving live birth. If anything, Prometheus felt like he chose the wise thing, giving birth as a dragon...

"So, you can poke at it if you want," he added teasingly.

“Poke at it,” he repeated with a laugh. “Is that what we’re going to call it?” Hades stood, and their hips were at the same height. Knowing him, this was certainly intentional by design. He pressed his hardened cock against Prometheus’, wrapping the two in his hand.

“But perhaps I should restrain myself,” he said with hot breath against Prometheus’ ear. “Even though you are so irresistible, and I’ve hardly had my fill of you.”

Prometheus groaned quietly in the back of his throat, arching his back to the touch. Okay, he did miss this. Dragon form didn't allow for such slow, sensual touching. No thumbs, and the scales weren't over sensitive... he draped an arm over Hades's shoulder, his other hand still buried in his hair.

"Then don't restrain yourself," Prometheus purred, tilting his head to gently nip Hades's jaw with a still sharp fang, "You have me here, all to yourself... why hold back, mm?"

“Why, indeed?” He whispered against his ear again as he dragged his tongue behind the shell of his ear. “Well, if I have your permission, I need little else."

He pulled his cock out of his hand while still holding Prometheus’ stiff dick out of the way. He rolled his hips, teasing against him as he watched the lips part as they stuck against Hades’ cock head. "Tell me, is the only time you can conceive during your heat?" He brushed his lips against Prometheus' earlobe as he gave him a stroke.

Hades normally would have drawn it out... but they were fucking on borrowed time, weren’t they? There were potential distractions now. And if he was really honest with himself... he just really wanted it now: quick and dirty. He pressed in, checking Prometheus' wet heat for any resistance before seating himself fully inside. One hand was around Prometheus’ shoulder now as he teased his earlobe between his teeth.

“So ...Can I come inside?”

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Prometheus shivered and grunted at Hades's ministrations, shifting his legs wider apart as he felt him push into him. The entry was slick and easy, Prometheus playfully clenching around the cock buried into him as he gripped Hades a little tighter, one leg lifting to hook over Hades's hip for a better angle. Ah, better.

"Hyth... Hyth saw fit to give me a very thorough dragon-centric sex education lesson," Prometheus said breathlessly, finding it difficult to focus on things like coherent speech, especially when trying to balance on one leg with Hades's cock buried deep inside of him at the same time, "Uh, and, he said... heat is, fertile time. So, you can, uh, yeah, inside..."

Hades let out a soft moan as Prometheus gripped him. Hades required no more information at that point. He grasped Prometheus more firmly as he began to pump him between their bellies in time with his powerful thrusts. Hades' breath quickened with the exertion of it, and he drew back from Prometheus' ear to nip his neck.

Somewhere in the back of his mind he thought that he should have no issue persuading Prometheus of a couple more children come next heat.

"IF you insist," Hades said, as if this had all been Prometheus' idea from the start. He shifted a bit and slammed back into him, jack hammering his hips and chasing the coiling heat in his loins. Sneakily, Hades loosed a tendril to press between Prometheus' ass.

It was quick, dirty and comfortable, the rhythm between them. Prometheus felt a weird spark of nostalgia pierce through the hot haze, remembering many a time back in Amaurot where Hades would distract him from this or that project because he was horny, scandalously doing a quickie on the nearest flat surface, and-

"Oh," he squeaked when he felt the sudden intrusion press against his ass, shuddering from a little startled jump before he laughed breathlessly, tugging on Hades's hair, "You- bringing the tentacles in, hm?"

Not that there was any complaint from this corner. A hand on his dick, a cock up his pussy - only made sense for a tentacle to join in the fun too. Though, with how already hot, bothered and short of breath he was, he wasn't sure he'd last very long. He could already feel his abs quiver and clench, a prelude to a very lovely orgasm no doubt.

It was just Hades’ little insurance policy to make sure they both came before the bath overflowed, really. Owing entirely to the thinness of the wall between the two, he could feel everything he was doing with his tentacle against his own cock. They’d never done this in Amaurot, but this was so delectably perverted and intimate—

Hades keened, not wanting to come before Prometheus. They way he clenched on him was so delicious when he did, after all— And, oops, he was imagining it too vividly. He accidentally threw himself over the edge, legs and abs spasming as he shot inside, losing control of the tentacle as it squirmed with ecstasy inside of Prometheus. He muffled himself into Prometheus’ shoulder, tears pricking at his eyes from the sheer intensity of it.

Prometheus grunted loudly when Hades lost control first, biting his bottom lip as he clenched his fingers into Hades's hair, breathing hard as he felt that swelling surge of white-hot pleasure pour through their bond, the wet warmth filling him from the inside and the way that tentacle writhed in him, hitting all the right spots in the right way-

"Uhh...!" he shuddered violently as he tipped over the edge, cumming messily between them as he squirmed and rutted his hips into ride it all out. He only stayed standing up because he was clinging so tight to Hades, legs shaking, a low, drawn out whine rumbling in his throat.

Fuck. He. Really missed orgasming like this.

Hades sighed and breathed, steadying himself as he came back down to earth.

He pulled out, bracing himself on the edge of the bath as he did so. He turned and sat with Prometheus, and let his tendril dissipate into thin air. Hades reached over to turn off the flow of water from the bath before looking at his lover. He nosed at him before brushing his lips against his mouth.

"It's been too long, hm?"

Hades dipped a hand in to check the temperature, but it was perfect, of course. Just as he'd designed it.

"Mmm, yeah..." Prometheus mumbled breathlessly, taking a moment to just sit on the edge of the bath in a nice, wobbly daze, stretching his legs out and making a face at the mess he left on his stomach.

Without even waiting for Hades to say it the temperature was good or not - honestly, Prometheus was so used to freezing icemelt that anything would be considered hot to him - he lazily slipped into the bath, grunting as the warmth seeping into taut muscles and lowering himself until only his face from his nose up was visible. He blew bubbles.

Mmmmm... okay. Yes. This bath was perfect...

He rose up enough to mutter; "I live here now."

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