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[For Sam] Healer & Dragon

It had all gone wrong this time. In retrospect, Lio thinks maybe he'd been going too hard. He was on the brink of exhaustion, and his latest raid on livestock had been met with more resistance than it should have, almost as if someone had known he was coming.

He'd gotten away, thankfully, but not before he'd taken a number of blows -- arrows shot from crossbows with enough power that they'd pierced even through his scales. He'd ripped them out in flight and set the better part of a fallow field on fire before he'd flapped high enough to disappear into the cloud cover. That had been what saved him. It wasn't long before he couldn't keep himself aloft any longer, too much pain, too much blood lost.

Even maintaining his full draconic form is too much, and as he plunges to the Earth and tries to slow his descent with his wings, he fizzles back into his human shape, a lithe, slender man. His clothes are dark enough that the blood soaking them isn't obvious from a distance. He lands in a crumpled pile not far from a road through the woods, just off the trail in the underbrush. And that's the last thing he knows.

...

When he opens his eyes next, he's warmer than he expects to be. There's soft blankets beneath him and over him. He can smell something clean and earthy, herbal maybe, and light spills in setting the whole room in a comforting brightness and-- wait. He's in a room. The last thing he remembers is falling, and, oh.

He sits up all at once, hissing at the way his body protests the movement. Where is he? Has he been captured? Except no, if he'd been captured he'd be bound. Or dead. Maybe staked through to the ground. Not wrapped in soft blankets and tended to. "Where am I?" He asks the question mostly to himself as he blinks against his bleary vision willing it to clear, willing his eyes to focus.

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Galo grins and steals another kiss from his tired mate's lips. "Just take a little break, Lio. We can linger a little bit." They don't have anywhere too pressing to go. The Forest will let him know if the eggs need their flames or care. He runs his hands up and down Lio's back as he presses light kisses to Lio's neck.

He carefully slides out of him and pulls him close. It will be gross soon. He sighs and carefully lifts Lio up with a low pleased rumble. "Second time we'll be using the springs today." He breathes as he carries him out of the room and down a newly formed back hall. There's no one to see their messy, naked selves but he has to make it a habit to keep their privacy now.

Or he'll struggle with it later. He walks out of the hall and right into the water, sinking into it and running his hands through Lio's hair. "Gotta clean up before we go check on the kids."

"Just a minute," Lio agrees, sighing in what has to be the closest to bliss that he's ever felt in his life. He's never been quite so relaxed, felt so satisfied and safe as he does right now, in Galo's arms. He arches beneath the touch of those hands like a cat seeking out more contact.

A whimper slips from his lips as Galo pulls out, and he winds his arms around his mate as he's lifted. Carried again. There's a smirk starting over his lips. "Sounds great though. No complaints here."

Hot water and his hot mate, yeah. Lio is on board with that. He hisses out his approval as Galo lowers them both into the water. Warm. He's happy. He shifts a bit to lift his own hands up and over Galo's chest. "You're going to be a great father," he smiles, all affection and softness now, finger tracing along the line of Galo's jaw. "I'm going to keep all of you safe. I promise."

“And I’ll watch your back.” Galo intones as he turns his face into the fingers on his jaw. The warmth blooms in his chest. “We will both be good fathers.” He adds as he kisses Lio’s fingers.

After he runs his hands through Lio’s hand and pours water over Lio’s chest and back. He lets his hands run over him. He has to clean Lio out but that can wait. He kisses his shoulder with a soft smile on his own face. “We’ll put things right too. It needs to be done.”

"We will be," Lio agrees softly. Or at least they'll do their damnedest. His fingers freeze at the touch of those lips, expression softening further as he leans into Galo, near to melting under the gentle attention, even if his skin feels on the verge of oversensitive still.

"That's right. It's time to rebuild. It's not going to be easy, but... I know we can do it." Meis and Gueira will help. All the other dragons will, even if they'll need time to adjust to not being always on the run, always hunted. Lio knows human sentiment will take time to change too, but the truth is out now.

It's begun, the first blessed drops of rain washing away the dust and desperation of a long drought, except instead of rain they're returning the flame to the land that has too long been out of balance without it.

“Healing takes time.” Galo agrees as he keeps washing Lio. He runs his fingers through his hair. His lips brush Lio’s neck.

Then his hands finally slide down his back as he says in his ear. “Lean into me, gotta clean you out.”

He follows the line of his neck with his mouth as he gently slips two fingers back into him. Maybe they’ll have a round two if they get worked up again.

"It does. And there's a lot to be healed." But it will heal, even if some scars may never fade entirely. Lio can feel some of his deeper wounds already beginning to mend, with each soft, affectionate touch from the other dragon.

He drapes himself up against Galo, nuzzling at Galo's jaw. "Mmhmm. Go ahead."

But he can't hold back a shaky moan as those fingers press back inside, still sensitive, and still all too easily stirred up. He can't help it. Galo is every fantasy he's never allowed himself to have, made flesh. He squirms against him despite trying to keep still.

Galo slides a hand up Lio’s back and into his hair. It never fails to stir him up a little at just how easily Lio fits up against him. He slides his fingers inside him, cleaning him out. He turns his head to press kisses to the side of Lio’s neck, fangs grazing on skin.

“Easy. I know you’re still sensitive.” He tells him in a soft rumble that’s the shade of his draconic self. Wings appear as he sheds his human body for his half form. He’s subtly bigger, wilder looking. His fangs scratch on skin again.

“Breathe, baby.” He enfolds him, kissing the mate mark again and again, paying homage to their bond. Yes, they both will heal.

Still sensitive and very, very quickly getting turned on again. Maybe it's the fact that with Galo, it's the first time he's let himself experience this side of himself, the part of him that desires that wants to be wanted and be in love with this other dragon.

And that lower note to Galo's voice, the shift into his half form draws Lio's half shape into being as well, wings flaring as he presses even closer.

His head falls to the side to give Galo better access to that mark. "I'm breathing," he assures him, turning his head now to nip sharply at the shell of Galo's ear before he murmurs softly, "Fill me up again?" His claws press into Galo's shoulders. Please.

Galo shudders. Lio wants to couple again and he can’t think of a reason not to. It will be a little rougher. He is bigger as a half dragon. But Lio can take it. He licks the edge of Lio’s ear.

“Okay,” He lifts Lio up, removing his fingers. He positions himself and presses back in. It’s a little easier than last time. Lio is still stretched but he is a bit bigger like this. He groans against Lio’s neck and leaves a line of gentle kisses to it.

“You feel so good, babe. Doing okay?” He has to make sure. He wouldn’t live with himself if he hurt him.

Oh Lio can take it, can take him, wants him enough that nothing could stop him right now. So he shifts eagerly as Galo lifts him up. Galo is bigger like this, and Lio can feel the faint ache as his body adjusts, but oh it's perfect, combined with the soft brush of those lips against his neck, near where scales meat skin.

But there's his considerate, sweet mate checking up on him. How exactly was he supposed to resist falling for him? He was doomed from the start, from the moment Galo rescued him, battered and bleeding and brought him into his home. "I'm great. You feel so good too..." And just to make sure Galo understands how good, Lio deliberately grinds his ass down, impaling himself as deep as he can.

He winds his arms around Galo's neck, leaning close to kiss him lightly. "So good."

Galo presses his face against Lio’s neck, wings brushing against his sides. Lio is hot and that grind takes him all the way inside. He breathes out a faint flame. He raises his head as warm arms slide around his neck and their lips meet.

He kisses him gently but it quickly turns to a hungry, hot kiss full of the fire he has inside. “Gonna move.” He warns him as his hands slip down to grip Lio’s hips. He draws him up and pulls him back down, slowly.

It lets Lio adjust. Or so he hopes it does. But it could also let him really feel how big he is like this. “Keep telling me what you want. I want it to be how you want it.” He rumbles as he leans in to kiss him again.

Lio meets that kiss with equal hunger, his own fire rising to meet with Galo's. He's breathless again as the kiss ends, barely registering the words before Galo is lifting up. And it probably should not be quite so hot the way that Galo's hands nearly eclipse his hips, or the strength he can feel as Galo draws him up and pulls him down. The slow drag off and then straight back down his cock is entirely a reminder of how big he is in this form.

It takes Lio's breath away for a moment, but he meets that kiss, exhaling a soft fiery sigh to Galo's lips. What he wants? "I want everything you've got to give. Fuck me. Fuck me hard enough I can't move tomorrow without remembering what we did."

He clutches Lio to him and flames trail out of the sides of his mouth. "You got it." He shifts, turning and pressing Lio against the wall of the spring. Then he bites into his neck hard enough to leave marks and drives into him. He grips the side wall, his claws digging into the stone and stops trying to be careful.

Lio can take him. All of that he is now is Lio's. His wings flare like the sun setting in the sky. He lifts his head to catch Lio's mouth with his and pour fire down his throat. Water splashes as he drops a hand to hold Lio's leg in place.

Lio growls his approval as he's pressed back, head falling back to bare his neck to those teeth, hands clawing for a grip on wet skin. He sees those wings flare, sees Galo in front of him, looming over him and he's perfect, his magnificent dragon mate, his force of nature.

"My Galo," he purrs his approval before meeting that kiss, eager to swallow down that fire, to answer with flame of his own. His legs shift to wrap around Galo's hips, urge him on.

His Lio. His beautiful fire lord of a mate. Their fire twins together as he pounds into him. The hands grip him and claws sting. It’s perfect.

Galo growls, all possessive affection as he drives him up against the stone. He doesn’t have to hold back. Lio can take him. He slides his hand down to pull Lio’s leg around his hip a little higher.

He keeps his mouth close to his, whispering sweet nothings to him while fucking him hard and fast just like he wanted. “You’re so good to me. Letting me just be. Accepting and loving...I’m so happy to be yours. I love you. I accept you. All that you are is loved.”

Lio Fotia -- Fire Lord Leader of his people -- Lio Fotia has just discovered that he cries during sex, apparently because Galo starts saying sweet things like that and Lio has never heard anything like it meant for him in his entire life. Add to that the fact that Galo is destroying him exquisitely on a physical level with each thrust inside him, and how could Lio be expected to hold it together?

So yeah, crying, but also wrapping his legs tighter around Galo, clawing at his shoulders and kissing him like he thinks he can catch the taste of those sweet words on his lips. "Galo... I love you too. All of you, all I want. So good..!"

He clutches Lio to him. He kisses his cheeks, a spike of horror almost making him stop. Lio is crying. Why is he? But the words of his mate soothe his worries and he only pauses long enough to press their foreheads together. “I’m close.”

Galo tells him as he pulls him as close as he can get him. He presses his face against his neck. So close. Then he can hold and love on Lio while Lio lets out all he needs to let out. Maybe he’ll even join him. It’s a long time coming, he supposes.

Lio's breath hitches, but he tightens his arms around Galo, turning his head to nuzzle into his hair, press a kiss there. "Me too," he manages to answer, so close, the physical pleasure twining together with the overwhelming emotions, and he's a mess. Lio would never want anyone else to see him like this, but Galo, he can allow himself this vulnerability around his Galo, his mate.

"Galo," just his name, soft and low and pleading and it's all Lio can get out before his voice turns into a wordless cry as he finds his release, his entire body going tense tightening around the cock inside him, clinging to Galo as his climax races through him.

He sinks his teeth in to Lio's neck, not enough to break the skin but enough to leave marks for later. He'd already marked him as his mate. He thrusts up into him twice more before burying himself inside and following Lio over the edge. He groans as the waves of pleasure threaten to drown him.

He rocks into him, riding out their climax until he slows to a stop and just holds Lio to him. "Lio," He croons and presses soft kisses to the side of his neck. "I got you. Let it all out if you wanna, I'm not going anywhere."

Lio gasps, exhaling a soft, shaky sound of approval at the feeling of those teeth. He clings to him still, moving with Galo through the height of their climax and then more or less collapsing against him.

Tears are still slipping free from his eyes, but Lio Fotia hasn't allowed himself to cry for as long as he can remember. Maybe it's all coming out now when he feels safe and cared for, for the first time in his life.

He turns to nuzzle his way into Galo's neck in turn. "Stay with me," he murmurs, a soft agreement. Now and always.

“Always,”’ Galo rumbles as he tucks Lio up against him. He slowly pulls out of him and settles Lio in his lap. The heated water feels good. He runs his fingers through Lio’s hair and down over his back.

He lets himself return to full humanity as he slips his hand down to resume cleaning Lio out. His touch is gentle, fingers sliding in with care. “Just relax. I’ll take of you.” Something no one has told Lio in a long time he thinks.

“But we fuck again, might be a good idea you take me instead. Or you’ll be really sore tomorrow.” He breathes. He is still singing with energy. Must be a dragon thing.

Lio murmurs wordlessly as he make himself comfortable in Galo's lap, warm and held and safe. The water is gloriously warm and the touch of those fingers over his skin is dangerously soothing.

His voice catches as Galo's fingers return to cleaning him out. But the words are soothing too, and it does strike at something in him. Galo's right. It's not something he's heard in... well. As far back as he can remember. "Galo..." he murmurs his name quietly, like he's not sure exactly how to respond to that.

Instead he laughs as he nods. "Yeah, that's probably a good idea." He lifts his head, hands lifting to touch down along either side of Galo's face, holding there as he leans close to kiss him, soft and sweet and lingering. "I love you."

He lingers in the kiss too, "Love you too." He breathes as they part from the kiss and rests his forehead against his. Galo takes care as he cleans Lio out. He doesn't want to accidentally stir him up a third time.

They do need to be leaders of the flight tomorrow. If not later this evening. Depending on if Gueira and Meis come back to talk to them or not. He presses another kiss to his lips and lingers with a soft little hum.

They can cuddle up tonight and deal with everything else in the morning.

Lio is exhausted -- oh so pleasantly exhausted -- and he thinks he may sleep better tonight curled up with Galo than he has ever slept in his life. He breathes shakily and lets Galo clean him out, melting back into that kiss again and then again.

The flight can wait until tomorrow. The rest of his people had come a long way today already, and they should be allowed to settle in and rest for the evening.

Lio leans back enough to settle his hands on Galo's chest. "We should probably make sure Meis and Gueira have everything they need for the night, but then..." A smile and he steals another kiss. "Then I'm stealing you for the rest of the night. Just us and the kids."

“Just us and the kids,” Galo agrees. He draws his fingers out and takes a moment to let water run over Lio. Then he gathers Lio to him and stands up. The water runs down his back and his wings.

He breathes a ring of smoke and walks back to their bedroom. He can feel their fire, hear the eggs. He’s so tired.

Now he’s moving he can feel it. He sets Lio on his feet by the edge of their nest. He needs to get clothes on. “Hope they don’t check with us early tomorrow. I’m gonna actually sleep till past sunrise.”

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