Dragon's Mate

Warnings: HJ, Necro?

-x-x-x-x-x-

The next day I was finally able to relay the message to Drago about the distance limit. He still couldn’t hear me yet but he was now able to sense my presence and feel my touch, more so than before. He didn’t look too happy to receive that first bit of information but I couldn’t tell if that was because we couldn’t be separated or if he was concerned about the pain I felt when we were.

It was hard to tell what he was thinking sometimes. He switched between Drago and Dragon so often that by the time I figured out just who was in control he’d switch again. It also didn’t help that I couldn’t get a grasp on just who Dragon was. I knew practically nothing about him and he tended to keep things to himself, like he was afraid to let anyone know what he was thinking or feeling.

Sometimes I’d catch him staring in the direction he thought I was in. His expression would be so blank it was like trying to get information out of a wall. I’d ask him about it the mirror but something told me that he wouldn’t answer. At least not truthfully, that is. I’d have to figure out a way to get him to tell me what was on his mind without trying to force it out of him.

I was distracted from my thoughts as I saw a flash of bare skin out of the corner of my eye. Drago was undressing, probably in order to take another shower. He was seriously one of the cleanest guys I have ever met. Not that I was complaining, though; it did give me plenty of chances to see him naked.

Drago’s body was different from Ryu and Tatsuo’s. Not in a bad way, just different. He wasn’t as effeminate as Tatsuo was but he was just as thin, though he had just as many muscles as Ryu did. His penis was smaller too, but not by much, and it didn’t do anything to take away from his attractiveness. He was still good looking no matter what form he was in.

I wondered if this was because he found these types of bodies beautiful or if he was simply choosing forms that would attract other men, or women for that matter. I didn’t know if he ate the souls of women as well but they did tend to find ‘pretty boys’ more attractive than men did.

I wasn’t sure how I felt about that. It didn’t really matter since I was bisexual, but I still didn’t want to think about him with someone else. It was strange that I was so possessive of him when I had been against having a girlfriend or boyfriend while I had been alive, but it was even stranger still because he was the one who had killed me. How messed up did I have to be to still be attracted to my killer?

Drago disappeared back into the bathroom and just as I had figured the shower started up soon after. He didn’t bother with doors or anything even though he knew I was here. Maybe it was because we had already had sex or maybe it was because it didn’t matter since I was a ghost. That irked me for some reason.

I wanted it to matter that I was here, that he had put me here. I hated being ignored and now that I knew I could have some effect on him I wasn’t going to allow him to forget it. I didn’t exactly want to punch him or anything, but I wanted to make him acknowledge my presence.

I wanted to get him to stop staring at me with that blank expression.

Getting up I walked into the bathroom without knowing exactly what I was going to do other than I was going to do it. There wasn’t much I could do considering the state I was in, but I was sure as hell going to give it a try.

The shower curtain was closed, as it always was, but that didn’t matter much to me since I could simply walk through it. I had gotten better at this whole touching thing. I now knew how much force was needed to touch something and now much force was needed to pass through it.

Once inside the shower I watched Drago for a minute as he leaned against the side and let the water rush over him. His eyes were closed and his head turned up towards the ceiling. Once again I wish I knew what he was thinking. He had to have as much on his mind as I did, if not even more.

Reaching out I touched his arm to let him know I was there. He jumped and nearly slipped before leaning back against the wall with a sigh. “Damn it, Jaidyn.”

Looking in my direction he gave me a weary ‘what is it?’ look though he knew he couldn’t hear me and that we had no way to communicate. I said nothing and didn’t even try to explain what I was thinking. I wasn’t even sure if I was thinking at all, at least not properly anyway.

Soon after I thought this I was once again distracted by the sight of his naked body. It looked better wet, though it wasn’t the same body I remembered. It turned me on none-the-less and although I was feeling arousal my body wasn’t responding to it. I supposed it was part of being a ghost, though I desperately hoped that it would come back as I became stronger.

I debated with myself for a moment before realizing that it didn’t matter what I did. I was dead and there were practically no further consequences for me. I could do whatever I wanted without reprimand, well, except from Dragon. That wasn’t much of an incentive for me to stop though.

Stepping closer I brushed my hand against his thigh. A shiver went through him and he gave me a startled, questioning look. Once again I chose not to answer; there wasn’t one to give him anyway.

“Jaidyn, what are you doing?” I liked the way he said my name, using the accent he had adopted to further fit in while in France. Or maybe Drago was just French or something. I didn’t care and it didn’t really matter right now anyway.

My hand moved further down his thigh before leaving it and resting on his hip as I moved closer to stand in front of him. I couldn’t have the effect on him that I wanted but I could at least make him remember me in a way he’d never forget. I’d make sure of that.

I kissed him with as much force as I was able and watched as his eyes widened in bewilderment. I kind of liked that expression on him, but I liked the one he had when I fucked him better. Or the one he had when he fucked me; I wasn’t particular.

My hand creeped closer to his groin and I released his lips to kiss his neck, loving the way it made him shiver. I could feel his skin faintly unlike before but not nearly as much as I would have liked. What mattered, though, was that he could feel me enough for this to work.

“Jaidyn, we shouldn’t—” He cut off into breathy groan as my hand wrapped around him. Oh, yes, he could feel me. Drago looked about to start protesting again so I cut him off by capturing his lips in another kiss. I didn’t know how much energy I could afford to expend but I wasn’t planning on stopping until I absolutely had to.

He hardened quickly and as I started stroking him his fingers gripped the wall, searching for something to hold on to but finding nothing. He could not yet touch me like I could touch him, but I looked foreword to the day when he could. I just hoped that day would eventually come.

Quickening my pace I moved back to his neck once I was sure he wasn’t going to complain. His hips shook slightly with the effort not to thrust into my hand and I wished I could finger him as well. That might just be pressing my luck though.

He kept silent by biting his lip; something I thought was more attributed to Dragon than Drago. Drago seemed like the type who liked to scream, moan and beg and tell his lovers just how much he loved it. Dragon didn’t want to admit to how good he was feeling, preferring to remain silent so his lover had to force it out of him.

My other hand, massaging his balls and the skin behind it finally made his voice break out and he moaned, leaning his head back and closing his eyes. He whispered my name in a mix between Dragon and Drago and then twisted and pulled on his nipple in a way that was purely Drago.

It was like he was trying to hide from me. He was trying to hide behind one of his personas, just like he always was. I didn’t think I liked it.

A few minutes later and he was coming, his seed passing through my hand like it wasn’t even there. I enjoyed watching his expression change but I wanted to see Dragon’s even more. I wanted to know who he was and what he looked like. From the looks of it he wasn’t going to tell me without force.

I kissed him and squeezed his waist to let him know I was leaving, though I wasn’t sure if he had gotten the message. Either way I could feel his eyes boring into me and knew he wanted answers. We both did.

When Drago came out of bathroom he dried off and dressed without looking for me or saying anything. Maybe he was trying to think of what to say or maybe he just didn’t want to start this odd conversation until he was fully clothed and prepared. I didn’t mind waiting; I had all the time in the world.

He stalled for a few minutes after he was dressed and then seemed to realize what he was doing and stopped. Taking in a breath he stood in front of the mirror and sought out my position on the bed. I could tell he didn’t want to start this conversation but knew as well as I did that we had to have it.

Getting up I went over and stood beside him. We stared at each other for another few minutes as we tried to decide who would go first and what we would ask or answer. Finally I decided I would start. There wasn’t much for Drago to ask me anyway.

Pointing at the notepad he picked it up again and got ready to write down what I told him. It took a while but before long I had spelled out what I wanted to ask him. First was the question ‘What is your real name?’

Drago stared at the paper for a moment, not wanting to answer. Maybe he didn’t remember, or maybe he didn’t even want to remember.

“Yuya. It’s Yuya. I haven’t had anyone call me that in a long time.” A Japanese name then. That along with the dragon tattoo on his back must mean he’s a Japanese dragon. That was another thing I had to ask him about; his dragon form.

Yuya was steadily growing more and more uncomfortable as time progressed. I wondered if it was because I was asking him things he hadn’t thought about for so long or if he had gotten so used to hiding that telling anyone anything seemed like a violation. Another thought entered my mind and I wanted to push it aside but it kept hovering; was he hiding something from me?

Well, of course he was hiding something, but this seemed like something that pertained to me. I wanted to know what it was but if I pressed too hard I was afraid he’d clam up and refuse to tell me. I didn’t want to put him on his guard so I’d have to wait until the opportune moment in order to ask him.

“I can’t show you that form, it’s too big.” Yuya’s personality was shinning through, showing how nervous he was about it. I suppose that his dragon form would do some heavy damage to this room and I didn’t want to even think about what would happen if people saw him.

My next question was concerning his human form.

“I don’t remember my first human form. My dragon form is my true form.” That would be problematic then. I wanted to believe full heartedly that Yuya was an actual dragon but it was just so hard when I couldn’t see it. Its one thing to hear about it and believe it but it’s another to actually see it and know it’s true.

There wasn’t much I could do about it now and pressuring him to show me would probably end in disaster. I needed time to think about this and come up with a solution. If I was stuck for who knows how long with him I wanted to know the truth.

Motioning for him to take over I waited to see what questions he would have for me, if any. He stared at me for a long moment and started to speak, but then stopped himself. Shaking his head he walked away from the mirror and paused before heading for the door.

“I need to get out of this room for a while.” The door shut behind him and I followed after. Yuya was waiting in the hallway for me and once I touched his arm he started walking again. At least he hadn’t forgotten about the distance limit, though I wasn’t sure why he wanted to get away so badly. What was it that he just couldn’t bring himself to ask?

Was it about the shower?

I honestly didn’t think it was that big of a deal. I wanted him and he was already my lover so I jerked him off. He seemed to enjoy it, though he oddly kept tilting his head to the side. I didn’t know what that was about but maybe it was just a weird quirk of his I hadn’t been able to see in Tatsuo or Ryu.

Exiting the hotel we walked down the streets with no destination in mind. Yuya had retreated back into the façade of Drago and was humming a tune of a song I didn’t know. I really wanted to know what had gotten him so upset.

About an hour later we were sitting outside the same café we had been at before and Drago was drinking some iced coffee that I couldn’t be bothered to remember the name of. He was pretending I wasn’t here and it was annoying the hell out of me. I could have punched him or something but it probably wasn’t a good idea to draw that much attention to us. Yuya was so into his persona that he might freak out a bit.

Sighing I stared off into the crowd and watched as the people passed by. It was horrible to be stuck as a ghost in a foreign country where you didn’t speak a word of the language. I couldn’t even eves drop to entertain myself.

A flash of red caught my eye and I found myself staring at a man with the reddest hair I have ever seen. It was so bright that the sun seemed to reflect off of it and gave it a golden sheen. Naturally he was attracting a lot of attention and he loved it.

Several girls flocked around him chattering excitedly, probably asking him about his hair. I had to admit, it was rather interesting. I couldn’t understand how he was able to give it a golden shine and add such an odd texture to it. It almost looked like feathers or something but that couldn’t be true.

Suddenly he looked over and I caught a glimpse of his eyes. They were golden, just the same as the gleam in his hair. Blinking I shook my head for a moment and then looked again. His eyes were blue now but I could have sworn they had been golden just a second ago.

The scrapping of a chair caught my attention and I turned to see Drago standing up and staring right at the other man. The tension between them was almost palatable and I stood up as well to see what would happen. Just who was this man anyway?

The man slowly smirked and I saw a predatorial look in his eyes that I had only ever seen in Yuya’s. Just who was this man anyway? Before I could think on the matter further I felt a tugging on my chest and turned to see that Drago had disappeared. What the fuck? He knows I can’t go anywhere without him.

Letting my feet lead the way I ran off into the crowd and after a while I was able to catch up with him. I was about to yank on his arm and demand an explanation when I caught sight of his eyes. They were bright green, the same as they had been with Tatsuo and Ryu; The same as mine.

Keeping an eye on him I tried to keep up as he power walked his way back to the hotel. The route we took wasn’t the normal one, filled with turns and sides roads that we practically ran through, and now it seemed as though he were trying to ninja his way back into our room. Just what the hell was wrong with him?

Once inside he leaned back against the door and took several minutes to calm himself down. I waited, not wanting him to freak out again. I didn’t think I could take running around Paris on a mad escape route again.

“Jaidyn?” He finally seemed to remember I was here. It was about damn time too. Who knows what would have happened if I hadn’t been able to keep up. Gripping his shoulder I let him know I was here and that I was none too happy with him either.

“I’m sorry, but I couldn’t stay there any longer. That man, I trust you saw him?” I squeezed his shoulder to let him know that I had.

“He’s a Karura, a bird-man who feeds on dragons.” A Karura? I had never heard of them before, but if they fed on dragons like Yuya had done to me then I can see why he ran. From the looks the Karura had given him he wasn’t about to make his prey’s death as pleasurable as Yuya had done for me. Does that mean Yuya’s being hunted?

I didn’t like the thought of that. Yuya had killed me but now he was the only person who knew I existed. I was bound to him and I was a little more than afraid of what would happen to me if he were to die. Who knows if I would even exist anymore? What would happen to my soul?

I squeezed his shoulder again to show him my concern. He sighed and went towards the drawers that kept his things and started taking them out. He was packing and I had no idea where we going.

“The only way to stop a Karura is with a talisman from a Buddhist temple. If I converted to Buddhism it’d work just as well but that would be seen as a betrayed by my kind, by the other Japanese dragons that are still alive.” I supposed that he was a member of the Shinto religion or something. From what I’ve heard the Japanese aren’t too receptive of foreigners so I supposed that was the same for foreign religions as well.

“We’ll have to go to a temple. I haven’t had to deal with a Karura in a long time so I don’t have a talisman on me.” I wonder what had happened to last one. Maybe he had lost it or it had worn off or something. Then what he had just said finally struck home with me.

Where the hell are we going to find a Buddhist temple?!

-x-x-x-x-x-

Author’s Note: This story may seem like it’s moving fast but it’s supposed to. I only planned on this being a short story from the beginning. Also I mean no offense to those who are Japanese!

Karura: The natural enemy of snakes. They are enormous fire-breathing eagle men with golden feathers. They have magic gems that float around their head and make a crown. They feed off of dragons. (I’m using the Japanese version.)

Fold39Crane: Thanks for the review!

Gslinger: Kiddo? I think I might be insulted.

JtheChosen1: Thanks for the review! I tried to make him as ‘real’ as possible.