Dragon's Mate

Author’s Note: This is the last chapter but there is an epilogue that’ll follow! Also, there’s some more late night editing so tell me if something doesn’t make sense or needs to be reworded!

Warnings: HJ, fingering, Anal, Kink?

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I sat on the edge of the bed and spun around in my hand one of the chopsticks the monks had left for us. I still couldn’t eat or anything, I didn’t know if I would ever be able to again, but I could now touch things and affect them. Hell, I was even wearing pants! I couldn’t tell you just how happy that made me.

Whatever Yuya had had in his blood it had given me more strength and energy than a whole month of sleeping ever could. My body was solid now, or at least something similar to that, and now people could touch me as I touch them, but, if I hit something too hard I’d still go right through it. I was working on controlling that but it was a rather difficult thing to do.

I was still technically dead and a ghost, or whatever, and I wondered just what that meant for me. What things would I now be able to do? What things couldn’t I do?

I had tried listening for my heartbeat earlier but found that there was none. I suppose that that was normal for a ghost, but it was still pretty strange when considering my current state of solidity. I wasn’t breathing either so I guessed that my organs weren’t exactly working. Not that I really expected them to.

It did make me wonder if my ‘body’, or whatever I had now, was actually capable of doing the things I normally did while alive or if it just mimicked doing them out of reflex. I mean, ghosts repeated the things they normally did when they were alive, didn’t they? A residual haunting or whatever, and they sometimes had no problems doing the things they did before.

Like when a ghost opened and closed doors or knocked on a wall or something. Was I just like that? Well, obviously I had higher mental processes going on and could actually recall my entire life, but then again sometimes ghosts did that too. Not to the extent that I could, but still.

It was hard to figure out just how to classify myself. Was I nothing more than a unique ghost or something more?

But then again how many ghosts were supposedly the mates of dragons?

Looking back I watched the rise and fall of Yuya’s chest. He had been asleep for over 24 hours and I had no idea when he would awaken. After I had licked the blood off of his fingers I found that I could pick up the medical supplies without dropping them. It had been a wonderful surprise but I hadn’t exactly been in the right frame of mind to fully appreciate it. I was still in shock from seeing Yuya and the Karura’s true forms. A Karura had even tried to kill me, for fuck’s sake!

I think I was allowed to be a little freaked out.

After I had bandaged him up, a bit with Yuya’s help, he had ended up passing out and had remained that way for the rest of the day and all of today as well. He was already looking better though so I was betting that he'd wake up again soon. Then I would be able to finally get some answers out of him.

He no longer had the excuse that he couldn’t see or hear me anymore and I sure as hell wanted to know what exactly he had done to me. Did his eating of my soul make me his mate or had it always been that way? What did that mean for me?

Would I have to keep drinking his blood in order to keep this form? I didn’t know if I’d be able to do that. Like any normal human I had a bit of an aversion to drinking someone else’s blood, though that hadn’t done much to stop me the other day.

I really didn’t know what I had been thinking. I hadn’t been, I guess, but I don’t think it was really as bad as my mind tried to make it out to be. It still didn’t mean that I wanted to turn into Dracula every few days or however long it’d last.

It also made more dependant on him than what I would have liked, but then again I already couldn’t go anywhere without him. I suppose if it gave me the power to actually affect things then I could handle being a little more dependant, though I wouldn’t like it at all.

Well, maybe I’d like it a little, depending on if certain parts of me started working again. I hadn’t wanted to try it out yet, just in case nothing happened, but on the inside I was dying to find out. I hated feeling completely emasculate and nothing said that more than a dick that couldn’t even hold up an ‘out of working order’ sign.

If I could get an erection again it certainly would help me to pass the time. I had no idea how old Yuya was but as a dragon he looked pretty young and healthy so it could take quite a while until he was even close to death. Being already dead myself and somehow bound to Yuya, I didn’t really have to worry about time. I had plenty of it.

It was ironic that I was stuck with Yuya for the rest of his life when I had refused to have girlfriends or boyfriends when I was alive. My feelings for Yuya were still conflicted, but I was starting to think that maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. To have a boyfriend, that is.

Hell, if we were really mates then that decision was already taken out of my hands, wasn’t it? Not that it was a completely horrible thing, mind you. In fact I may just grow to like it.

Brushing the hair away from Yuya’s face I paused when he turned to face me, but he didn’t wake up. He was still in Drago’s form and I wasn’t sure if I was disappointed by that or not. Drago was good looking and all, but it was Tatsuo and Ryu who were my lovers.

Not that I’d be averse to having any of them, since they were all technically Yuya, but it just wasn’t the same, really. Yuya’s true form was that of a dragon and he didn’t have a true human form, so it’s not like I could ask him again if I could see it. He had pretty much told me so himself the first time around and I now believed it to be true.

It would be nice, though, if he would create a persona that was meant for him, for Yuya. A human version of the dragon whose eyes made me shudder with both anticipation and something else. Something I couldn’t quite name at the moment but it was there, making it all the more interesting.

I guess what I was really trying to avoid thinking about was my exact feelings for Yuya. I could say that they were conflicted all I wanted, but what was really going on was that I was avoiding the issue as much as I could. If I admitted to my feelings then that would make them real and I just didn’t want to deal with all of that.

Yuya had too much power over me already and adding this onto it would just make it worse. Not many people can say they were having relationship issues with a dragon and mean it.

My anger for Yuya having killed me was nearly non-existent by now and although I was still worried about Kian I was more so grateful that he was still alive and had a chance to live. Looking back on it now, after everything that had happened I realized that I hadn’t really been living at all.

Sure, I went through the motions; going to work, paying my bills, hanging out with Kian, and having sex but I wasn’t really doing anything with my life. I had no aspirations, no dreams to follow; I was just living life without really giving a shit.

These past few days, even though I was dead, I had felt more alive than I ever did before. Not like the eating, breathing, and shitting kind of alive, but the kind of alive where I could actually feel something. I don’t think I’ve ever felt as many emotions as I did after I died. The excitement and fear of being chased by the Karura, the anger and frustrations at being dead, the pity and lo…

I trailed off there; wondering just was it that I was going to say. Love? Was it possible that I was in love with Yuya?

It really didn’t seem possible, but that was the word that my mind had been going for. Could I really love a dragon, the man who had killed me? My mind wanted to deny it but my heart was telling me a different story.

I had never been very good with emotions. It was hard for me to love someone but once I started I couldn’t bring myself to stop, no matter what they did to me. I loved Kian, not that I had been in love with him, but even though he sometimes had me do things for him that I hated and had even got me into trouble at times, I had never stopped loving him.

I was afraid that if I fell in love with Yuya that things wouldn’t end well between us. He had already denied our bond, which meant that he didn’t even want to have a relationship between us, and he had lied about it too. To be rejected by him, when we were probably permanently stuck together, wasn’t something I was sure I could handle.

Yuya murmured in his sleep and I watched him for a moment as his eye lids started to flutter and then opened. I had to admit I was glad to see them. It was rather disconcerting when an unconscious dragon growled at anything that moved that wasn’t you.

When the monks had brought him food they’d leave it outside the door just to avoid Yuya’s growling, since it would get louder the closer they got to him. I wasn’t sure why he was growling in the first place, since he had never done it before, but it probably had something to do with being injured.

Though how true that was I wasn’t sure. When one of the monks had given me clothes, Yuya had snarled at him something fierce because apparently he had gotten too close to me. I swear, at that moment I had though he was awake, but upon investigating I could see that he wasn’t. I was still stumped as to how he could have had a reaction like that and yet not wake himself up.

Needless to say, the monks were avoiding the both of us now. Not that I blamed them, of course. Yuya had even gone so far as to growl at me when I had tried to leave the room without him. I couldn’t go far, but I had wanted to see what they were doing about the damage we had caused, but apparently Yuya didn’t like that. At least he hadn’t growled at me nearly as menacingly as he did with the monks.

Yuya glanced around the room for a moment, his eyes still seeking out danger, before they came to rest on me. He didn’t say anything at first but he did look me over, eyes stopping when he came to my pants. Hesitantly he reached out and touched my leg and then licked his lips when he realized he could actually feel me, that I was ‘solid.’

“I guess I can’t get away with saying that I can't see you now.”

“Why did you deny our bond?” I knew he could hear me as well. If he hadn't been able to then he wouldn’t have known I wanted him to give me his paw. Then he wouldn’t have received the talisman and then where would we be? Either dead or severely injured.

Yuya removed his hand and looked away from me, wanting to avoid the question. I wouldn’t let him do that though, but I would give him a moment to gather his thoughts. I really wanted to hear what he had to say, though I didn’t know if I’d like what I heard or not.

“You have every right to be angry with me. For killing you. For lying to you. But...telling you that you were my mate would be like ‘adding another nail to the coffin,’ or so you humans say. I also…” He paused for a moment, swallowing. “…didn’t want to admit it because I didn’t want to acknowledge that I had in fact killed my mate.”

He wouldn’t face me and I knew he had meant everything he said. When Yuya—when Drago—had started seeing me it became harder for him to deny what he had done. The guilt and regret I had seen before had to be real.

“What does it mean to be your mate? How do you even know it's true?”

“When a dragon mates with a human, truly mates, not just having sex, they usually end up killing them before they realize who they are. If their spirit remains behind then they know what they’ve done. Some prefer it this way, so they won’t have to watch their mate grow old and die, but I would have liked to have given you a choice, at least about that. I’m sorry.”

He hadn’t exactly answered my question, but at least now I knew what he had apologized for the other night. It was nice to know that he was sorry, but it was a little too late for that now. We couldn’t change the past.

Noting my lack of response he continued.

“We can’t be separated because I consumed your soul. It’s now a part of me, a part of my soul, and separation for us is like having our soul torn apart. It wasn’t meant to be separated.” So he really had known all along. He had even hid and ignored the pain he felt from our separation. So desperate was he to avoid the truth that he’d rather suffer than to admit that we were mates.

I was angry with him for that, but I couldn’t say that I wouldn’t have done the same thing. How would I feel if I had just killed my mate, the one I was meant to be with, and then that mate started to haunt me? I didn’t know if I could handle it.

“And the blood?”

“Dragon’s blood can be used for many things. It holds powerful magic that is said to give receiver extraordinary powers. Not even I know all the things it can do.” I suppose that drinking his own blood wouldn’t have much of an effect.

“Then why did you give it to me?”

“Instinct. I wanted to give you what you wanted, what you needed, and that was the easiest way to do it. I don’t mind spilling blood if it’s for you.” He finished quietly, still refusing to turn and look at me. I suppose he was just as afraid of rejection as I was.

And yet...

And yet here he was telling me what I wanted to know, not just what I wanted to hear, even if it turned me against him. He was braver than I was.

“I understand if you hate me, but I don’t know how to free you from this. I’m sorry.” It pissed me off that he had just went and decided how I felt before I said anything. And then deciding what I wanted to do as well? I hated that.

“Bastard.” He winced and I felt a tinge of sympathy for him but I wasn’t about to stop. If I didn’t do this now I didn’t know if I’d ever be able to start again. “Yes, I’m still annoyed that you killed me and angry that you denied our bond, which you should have fucking told me about, by the way.” His hand clenched the comforter he was covered in, looking for some means of escape. I wasn’t about to let him go so easily.

“But how dare you decide what I’m thinking, what I’m feeling. You have no fucking clue, do you?” His eyes closed and he was shaking slightly, so I took pity on him. Kneeling down beside him I put my hands on either side of his head and leaned over him.

“You really are a bastard…but I think I may just love you anyway.” Then, before he could say anything else, I covered his lips with my own. It was hard enough admitting all of this but I couldn’t handle it if he got emotional on me as well.

He was stiff beneath me for a moment before he released a quiet sob and kissed me back. His arms went up, around my neck, and I reveled at the feel of his touch. It felt so good to touch and be with another person, to be able to feel their warmth, and I wondered how on earth I could have gone without it.

While living I hadn’t fully appreciated it as I should have, but after having been deprived of it for over a week, I was so grateful that I could actually touch and feel again. I wanted to take advantage of it while it lasted and maybe of Yuya as well. I knew I was being manipulative, using sex to shut him up, but I was uncomfortable with voicing my emotions and didn’t know how to respond to both Yuya’s and my own combined.

My first concern, of course, was for his injuries but as long as I was careful I think he could handle it. He was a dragon after all.

Shifting my position, I slowly moved the comforter bit by bit until I was off of it before slipping my hand beneath and avoiding his injuries by going straight for his cock. He gasped and whispered my name; though this time he didn’t protest or try to stop me.

“Jaidyn.” His tongue brushed against my lips and I opened them to admit him. It was so warm and wet and I wondered what my tongue felt like to him. Did I even have a temperature? I couldn’t tell but whatever it was at he didn’t seem to be bothered by it at all.

Yuya quickly became hard under my touch and was soon bucking into my hand with more force than I would have liked. He was still injured after all, and I didn’t want him to end up hurting himself. Breaking off the kiss he panted for a moment before placing kisses all over my neck and jaw.

“Jaidyn, fuck me.” I was about to protest, saying that I didn’t even know if I could, when he lifted himself up and shoved his hand down my pants. My brain stopped working for a moment and then it slowly came back to life as I released a moan. Whatever had my body responding, whether Yuya’s blood or something else, I was eternally grateful for it and even had the erection to prove it.

“Fuck me.” The predatorial look in his green eyes was back, but there was more to it than before. I could see what he felt for me so clearly in them that he didn’t even need to voice it. I shuddered in response to their message.

“You’re hurt.” Even while saying this I couldn’t stop my eyes from searching the room for lubricant. We didn’t have any condoms with us but I didn’t really think it mattered when I was dead and Yuya was a dragon. What more could we possibly catch?

“Don’t care.” He then did something that reminded me of both Ryu and Tatsuo at the same time. It was like a combination of the two of them with Yuya thrown into the middle. Sucking on my earlobe he then tugged on it with his teeth as he kept me distracted by petting my erection.

“Jaidyn, if you don’t hurry up and fuck me…” He paused to fondle and squeeze my balls. “…then I’m going to fuck you.” He practically purred in my ear, a purr that held hints of his dragonish growl. It was fucking hot as hell.

“I think I like your threats.” Shoving him back on the futon I watched him for signs of pain but he showed me none. Throwing back the comforter, Yuya spread his legs for me and kept eye contact as he slowly started stroking his erection. His other hand then moved up and played with a nipple, a gesture that was purely Drago.

Glancing around the only thing I could find was the Chinese alcohol the monks had left with the meal. It wasn't exactly the best thing to use as lubricant, but it would do. I understood why they hadn’t left tea, but really, giving alcohol to an injured dragon? Just what were they thinking?

I was grateful though and at the moment I really didn’t give a shit as to why they had left it for us. Whatever the reason had been they hadn’t thought we’d use it for this and this was exactly what held my attention.

Yuya licked his lips, watching me, and I knew if I didn’t get a move on it soon he’d either start fingering himself or take charge. Both options we’re just fine with me but right now I wanted to be inside Yuya. Back in the hotel, in the shower, I had wanted nothing more than to fuck Yuya up against that tiled wall but couldn’t, and now that I had the chance I wasn’t going to let it go. Who knew how long his blood would last?

Taking the alcohol I tested it on my hand to make sure it didn’t burn and then dipped my fingers into it. Yuya shifted hips as I knelt between his spread legs and closed his eyes with a sigh as I slipped my fingers into him. Stretching him for a moment I wondered if he could actually become drunk this way and decided that I really didn’t care. Yuya could handle it,either way, I know that he could.

After a minute or two more he stopped me and I protested, not wanting to injure him further.

“It’s alright. I like the burn of penetration, you won’t hurt me.” His words reminded me of Tatsuo, but I could see that Yuya, his true persona, was speaking as well. And who was I to deny him what he wanted? If it got me in him faster without hurting him then I was all for it.

Removing my fingers I quickly disrobed and leaned over to grab the alcohol again when Yuya suddenly pulled me down on top of him. The bottle fell over and most of it spilled out onto the futon but neither of us cared at the moment Thoroughly kissing me Yuya somehow managed to wiggle his injured body in a way that had us rubbing against each other.

It felt fantastic.

A moment later he released me and I lathered myself in the remaining alcohol before slowly pressing into him. Yuya protested, demanding that I move faster, but I ignored him and held onto his hip just in case he attempted the move Tatsuo did.

He was panting by the time I was fully seated and I paused to marvel at the feel of him, something I had thought I would never feel again, and was distracted from that revelation as Yuya clenched his already tight muscles. Looking up at him I saw him watching me, his bottom lip caught between his teeth. His eyes were impatient and full of lust and I figured I’d better start moving before he did something radical like flip us over and take charge.

Not that I’d mind it, of course, but I wanted to set my own pace for things and didn’t know if Yuya shared my feelings on this or not. From the looks he was giving me, though, I’d say not.

Leaning back over him he wrapped his arms around my neck and I slowly started thrusting. I had given Yuya what he wanted before by cutting down on preparation time but now I was going to make sure that he didn’t get hurt before I sped up.

His shuddered against me and I almost stopped when I felt scales rippling beneath his skin. It was like how the dragon tattoo on his back felt, but it wasn’t entirely a bad thing. It was weird to the touch, but it wasn’t gross or anything like that and knowing that he was a dragon made it a bit kinky even.

Pounding into him harder he clenched his muscles again and it felt like there were scales inside him too, rubbing up against my erection and trying to trap me inside. It felt fantastic and I groaned while he licked and sucked on my neck. If he kept doing that then I really was going to cum sooner than I wanted to and I started stroking his cock as well in retaliation.

He moaned and bucked into my thrusts, his hands moving further down my back to dig into my skin as I had done with Ryu. He was getting closer and so was I and I focused in on his moaning and panting as I fucked him. His little cries of pleasure were hot as hell and it made me want to keep on going, burying myself in him again and again until he just couldn’t take it anymore, and so I did.

“Bite me.” He said breathily and then turned his head to the side in the same gesture Drago had given me in the shower and I finally understood what he had wanted. I didn’t know why he wanted me to bite him but if it got him off then it didn’t really matter. We all had strange kinks after all.

Leaning foreword I bit his neck, avoiding the strap of his talisman, the one I had put around his neck, and bit harder when he demanded it of me. He gasped and his whole body seemed to tense as he climaxed, his nails digging into my back and his muscles clenching me so tight that I couldn’t move even if I wanted to. The scales beneath his skin rippled against me and soon I following him over the edge, spilling my seed inside him.

Panting, he slowly relaxed beneath me and I released his neck, licking the teeth marks I had left behind. Purring, in the way that only he did, Yuya went back to licking my neck before biting down on it, hard enough for it to hurt but not enough for it to bleed. When he was done I pulled out of him and lied down next to him, jumping a bit at the cold temperature of the alcohol that was soaking mattress.

I didn’t really care though and didn’t even bother trying to move. One of the good things about being dead was that temperature and things like that barely even effected me, which made me glad that I didn't have a real body or during the summer it'd probably start smelling like hot, rotting flesh. Not very pleasant at all.

When Yuya had finally calmed down he turned to face me and moved closer. I usually hated clinginess and cuddles but for some reason, with Yuya, it wasn’t that bad. He buried his face into my chest and held onto me, not speaking for a moment as he relaxed.

“I love you too.” He said quietly and I kissed his forehead to keep from having to respond. I was never good with emotions and he seemed to understand that. I think he might even be in the same boat as well.

“Why did you bite me?” It didn’t bother me, but I had thought it was just something he liked, not something he wanted to do to me. Yuya looked surprised as if he didn't even know he had done it.

“Oh. Well, dragons tend to bite each other while mating. Not to hurt, mind you, but in a sort of claiming ritual.” It was a bit odd, but not as much as some of the other things I had seen and heard already, and if it made him happy, then why not? He was my ‘mate’ after all.

I leaned down to bite him again and he shuddered, pressing back against me. Maybe this whole ‘mates’ thing wouldn’t be so bad after all.

The next day I removed Yuya’s bandages only to discover that he had completely healed. Not even one scar remained and he was already back to his normal routine. I had also expected that after last night I would be completely drained of energy, but I wasn’t. If anything I had even more energy than I had had before and I didn’t know why that was.

But, at the moment, I didn’t really care either.

Taking the clothes that one of the monks offered me I quickly put them on without protest, though I really didn’t like the way they felt. It beat walking out of here naked though and I think that the monk was all too happy to see them go if we’d just hurry up and get the hell out of there.

Even though Yuya had apologized for all the trouble we had caused it still didn’t make up for the part of the temple he had destroyed. And, now that he was better, we were getting kicked out of the place.

At least he hadn’t set it on fire or anything.

After making some final adjustments to the clothing I was wearing, I met up with him at the main gates and he smiled at me before we started making our way back into the city. With Yuya by my side almost anything was possible and I wondered just what would happen next. Would we stay here in China? Go back to France?

I didn’t know and for the first time in my life, or afterlife for that matter, I didn’t mind not being in control.

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The Karura: Karuras are deities of Buddhist teaching and a Buddhist talisman, and therefore Buddha’s protection, is the only way to save a dragon from them. I believe that they cannot attack anyone under Buddha’s protection and therefore the Karura can no longer go after Yuya. (I haven’t actually studied this extensively so this may not be entirely accurate.)

The Biting: I didn’t read this anywhere; it was just something I made up as I went along.

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cobraqueen: Thanks for the review.

Gslinger: I almost want to tell you off for what seems like arrogance but I’m going to stop myself. It’s probably just my tired mind playing tricks on me anyway. I really didn’t research that much, but I wanted my facts straight, and believe this chapter answered your question about Jaidyn. As for the Karura, I’m not planning on bringing him back but he might get mentioned.