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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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."

"Of course you do, this is your home," he said, purposefully misunderstanding him. He lowered himself into the bath with a drawn out moan. "Oh, how long has it been since I've had a bath?" Nowhere near as long as it had been for Prometheus, that was for sure. But sitting so still for so many weeks had left him a little stiffer than usual. Solus' damn body seemed to always ache at least a little.

Hades settled after dipping himself under the surface to wet his hair and wash the sweat from his face. He reclined back, arms on the ledge and ass firmly planted on the seat ledge. "I wonder how long we have," he said, stretching his soul out through the house like a radar. Hythlodaeus and Azeyma were still just down the hall it seemed. Not to mention that it was a matter of time before Elidibus showed up back here. The Emissary wouldn't let Hades' newly discovered power to himself, would he? Besides, he had to go deal with Lahabrea. Bah, enough of those two fools for now.

Hades snapped a bottle into existence, pouring a generous amount into the tub before he turned on the jets.

Prometheus returned to blowing bubbles in a relaxed sort of trance as Hades settled into the bath, idly checking on Aza and Hyth's souls through the aether. Aza seemed very pleased with himself, judging by how his soul was bubbling and bright gold happiness, while Hyth felt fondly exasperated in close proximity to the dragonnet. No doubt Hyth was Aza's source of entertainment, probably at his expense.

But, they seemed fine and happy, so Prometheus ignored them for now.

"A while yet," Prometheus mumbled, purring loudly at the jacuzzi gets being turned on. Oh, this was bliss... "Ahhh, why wasn't I reborn as a sea serpent in a hot spring? This feels amazing."

"Hmph, I would have never found you, then," Hades said as he closed his eyes and enjoyed his soaking. Well, save for after the rejoining, maybe. Though sea serpents could be especially long-lived... Unless a Calamity annihilated an ocean, which he knew was possible.

"You are a dragon, though. Never too late to become one at some point, right? Such malleable aether..." Hades meditated on that fact for a moment. For once, there seemed to be more possibility than he could even fathom.

... Even if the matter of Elidibus would need to be dealt with sooner than later. He couldn't conceal his frown on the matter, so he instead sunk down as the bubblebath aerated and concealed him.

"That's true. Dragons can change their form to suit their environment within a few decades."

It really interested Prometheus, how susceptible to change a dragon's form was. Their genetics were highly unstable - yet also stable, for no mutation was detrimental to the organism. Their long lives were due to their cell division being high efficient, the wear and tear on telomeres negligible, and the sheer depth of their aether stores. Honestly, in Prometheus's opinion, a dragon as a biological organism was far more advanced than an Amaurotine. Such a shame they were content to lounge around like intelligent beasts, though...

Prometheus was pulled out of his academic musings by Hades getting swallowed up by the bubbles, and he smiled indulgently at the quivering bubble pile that concealed him.

"Hades?" he asked, his voice lilting playfully, "Do you need rescuing from that bubble prison of yours?"

“Oh, let me languish. My troubles ever seem to nip at my heels,” and though he said this, he pushed himself off his seat into Prometheus’ arms. “There is much work to be done soon,” he said as he hung wetly off of his friend.

He nestled in, the beginnings of his stubble poking against Prometheus’ neck. “If I remember properly, there will be a convocation meeting sooner than later... And I have so few secrets left, Fourteenth.”

Hades closed his eyes and slowed his breathing. They had to face this before too much was destroyed.

Prometheus grunted at scratchy stubble scratching against his neck, digging his fingers into Hades's wet hair and scraping it back into a semi-neat style.

"Fourteenth... I think that's an ill-fitting title for me now," Prometheus said gently, curling a damp lock around his finger, "You know, I think you just need to stop stressing for today. C'mon, our kid was just born. You can set this stuff aside to stress over later and take this time to just, y'know, get your head on straight."

Besides, Prometheus was determined to sit in this idyllic bubble of theirs. If Elidibus or the others came knocking, Prometheus would meet them with the same ferocity of a mother dragon defending her nest from intruders. If they complained about it, he'll- well, he couldn't eat them, or kill them, but he could be incredibly annoying and unpleasant when he wanted to be.

"You wanna go check on Aza?" Prometheus suggested, "I mean, I just realised, if Elidibus and Lahabrea came back, Aza'd have no idea who they were and might bite them or something..."

"And they would deserve it. They've lost all their manners over the years. I alone have bothered to make any sort of homes for myself, so I still understand the courtesy of knocking. Of privacy." Not that he always did, or that anyone expected him to do it. But the idea of checking on Aza made him feel more at ease.

"I'll bring our son here. I bet he still smells like dragon spit and the inside of an eggshell." He picked up a soft-bristled brush and did away with all the dirt under his nails. He scrubbed at his body with soap in a utilitarian sort of way that Prometheus had likely never seen before before standing.

He tossed his legs over the edge and pulled a towel around his waist without bothering to properly dry. "I'll be just a moment."

And just a moment he was, returning with the squirming child. He held him gingerly under the armpits to let him dip his tail or a toe into the water. "Heaven's sake, I really had grown noseblind to your maw, hadn't I? He smells so much like your breakfast. Do you understand, Azeyma? You're stinky!"

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Aza didn't seem overly pleased about being called stinky, lifting his hindlegs and tail and curling up like a furry armadillo, narrowing avoiding his toes getting dipped into the warm water. Narrow, golden eyes squinted up at Hades in a full blown sulk, Aza's tongue poking out in a defiant blep.

"Nnnnh- nnyah!" Aza protested loudly.

Prometheus laughed, lounging against the side of the bath and not helping Hades in the slightest, content to just watch the situation unfold, "I don't think he likes hearing he's stinky, babe."

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