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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.

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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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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.”

And here he is being carried again. He really ought to fuss about this, but he's in no hurry out of Galo's arms. Once he is set on his feet though, he lingers back to watch Galo -- pretty view, okay? one he'd very much like to get used to -- and doesn't bother with clothes before settling himself into the nest.

He probably ought to dress, but he's exhausted, sore and worn out, even if he's thoroughly thrilled about it. "Everyone needs the rest, I think. And they have what they need for food and safe rest. So we should have the morning at least before they check with us."

That said, he opens his arms to Galo, for once in his life allowing himself to be selfish enough to think of what he wants, and what he wants is Galo and those arms back around him and to spend the night cuddled close and asleep with their eggs safe and sound.

Galo snorts as he decides clothes can wait until morning. His wings fold up against his back as he slips down into the nest. He settles over Lio and into his arms. He wraps his arms around him and presses his face against the top of his head. His wings fan out over both of them.

He reaches out and pulls the furs over them both. “Better be late morning they check on us.” Galo grumbles but it’s good natured. So much has changed already. He can feel the difference the flight living in the forest is making.

The balance...is a little better. He shifts to lay them on their sides and tucks a wing around Lio.

There's his mate. He folds his arms around Glo in turn, burrowing himself right up against Galo's chest, his own wings tucked close against his back. There. This is perfect. He touches a kiss to Galo's chest, taking just a moment to appreciate how outright gorgeous his mate is.

Lio laughs at the grumbling, tilting his head so he can nuzzle at his jaw. "Mm. No official business first thing. That seems fair, at least for a day."

Lio shuts his eyes. "We should at least get to eat breakfast first."

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