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Before Sage was pushed into the world of spells for hire and muddied magic that is just as much blood and bone as it was belief, Sage believed in those once upon a time stories that he was read at bedtime. He believed that there were happily ever afters to be found, and that there was goodness in the universe between the stars to keep the darkness at bay. This was before he found out that he was a witch, before he realized that he wasn't the kind to get a happily ever after but rather the one that would be killed when his use ran out.

The arrival of Zelo, all golden smiles and shining laughter, made Sage want to remember again though. Made him want to fight for a happily ever after that the world though he didn't deserve, a happily ever after that neither of them deserved. They were the monsters in the stories, they were the ones that needed to be cast out for the princes and princesses to live happily ever after, but-- but fuck that. Sage was going to do everything in his power to give Zelo the happiness he deserves, no matter how fleeting.

If this, being close and warm and tangled with a simple swamp witch is what makes the dragon pleased, then fuck if Sage will let anything come between them (and maybe that was why witches were feared, they were powerful and selfish and willing to burn the world down for the few that clawed their way into their hearts. Sage will watch the world burn just to save Zelo.) Sage is tired of wanting and carving out spaces of himself for a world that doesn't care beyond what he can do for others. He just wants to make sure Zelo is happy, that he has a home.

So Sage pulls Zelo closer, presses fingers against the newly bared skin, against the knobs of his spine while he whispers promises against his lips as he leans back, pulling the other with him. With the ground beneath him, Sage knows that the world is above him, the universe in bright eyes and brighter laughter. He just needs Zelo to know that he means it, means every shaken word between ardent kisses.

"Together. As long as you want, I will be with you." A shaken noise, pleasure and happiness bubbling in his throat, making Sage's tongue looser. "Whatever you want, I'm here. Please, Zelo..."

They can have this, Sage will find a way to keep Zelo here as long as the other wants to be here. Sage doesn't care what he has to do, he will forge their happily ever after out of starfire and ancient magic, out of pure will and the desire to see the other happy.

Before the cursed exile, Zelo lived in a time of great happiness and pure magic, the type to linger on the skin and light up everything else around it. There were dark times, of course, wars threatening the very foundations of what they built but the dragons always won. They were the ones keeping the very fabrics of the universe together so what did a little pain and chaos matter in the long run? With newly opened eyes, Zelo saw it in a different light and how happiness had been tailor made and carefully constructed for all of them. Freedom only loomed there as a masquerade as did peace.

On earth, things were just as complicated and not any easier but they were also filled with choices. There were categories and opportunities for everything, which meant so much to him and for some unknown reason someone like Sage had decided to choose him. Sage wanted him and not just for what he could do or what his presence meant like back home. The swamp witch saw all the breaks and just breathed into them rather than just knock it all down.

He didn't know what he did to deserve it but he only wanted to make Sage happy. To see the other let loose and feel actual joy, radiating with all the possibilities of what the universe had kindness enough to offer. They felt enough of blood and fury to last a couple of lifetimes and he would know.

Groaning, he arched into Sage's hands, each touch a balm of coolness and relief. It flooded through him, swirling along with the fire and he felt lighter because of it. Like a mist, drifting back and forth as it once had in his home universe with the stars.

They settled onto the ground and his heart began to pound even harder. "Forever," he voiced without thinking twice about it, knowing exactly the kind of commitment it stretched before them. Nearly as deeply as a wedding vow. Whatever he wanted? Everything. He wanted every little thing. Leaning in, he kissed Sage, moving down his body to cover every single inch, eventually reaching his pants but they were quickly discarded to give more skin. The coolness and heat were such a contrast but felt so good to him. He swirled his tongue before he mouthed over Sage's underwear, looking up at him with hooded eyes. Sage feeling incredible meant more to him than anything else in all the universe, whether intimately or otherwise.

This was a choice for them both; for Sage to let Zelo in, to want for him to stay just as much as it was a choice for Zelo to let Sage in. The witch wasn's stupid, he knew how much this could hurt them both, how they had both faced loss in some sense, but he knows that Zelo has had far more of it than himself. It was still startling to him, and humbling, to see how someone could lose so much but still love so deeply. It made him all the more sure that he needed to make Zelo as happy as he could for as long as he could.

Sage lets his hands wander, mapping out the expanse of skin bared to him and, sure, they have been here before but-- this is different. There is something more here this time, there is a lightness under his skin and a promise in his bones that makes each touch seem like so much more, mean more. Sage wants to memorize Zelo, wants to remember how he looks like this with his eyes wide and lips bruised from kissing Sage like that is all he wants out of life.

The way he looks when he utters always like a vow. It makes Sage stop breathing for a moment, knowing that Zelo means what he says. That he wants Sage forever, longer than he can give him as a mortal, than he can give him because of the curse but-- it makes the witch all the more sure that he will do whatever he can to make it true. He will break the curse,will find a spell to live forever, he doesn't care. He will find a way.

"Okay. Forever, that-- Zelo!" His name is a reverent gasp, fingers moving to tangle in the dragon's hair as he kisses his way down his skin, finding sensitive spots and leaving fire in his wake. By the time he reaches Sage's cock, the witch is trembling and a mess of nerve endings and sparks, but he keeps his eyes fixed on that wicked mouth, the pleased gaze that makes all the promises their words can't. "Zelo, I-- please."

There is no real focus for his pleading, just a raw want that the dragon had awoken, but Sage will take whatever he can, whatever Zelo wants to give him.

In most cases, Zelo honestly believed he did not deserve happiness and certainly not love since his clan cursed him for a reason. He went against their traditions and attempted to change the very laws that kept the universe together. Really, he should have felt lucky enough they didn't simply eliminate him and be done with it but in the end they gave him a worse fate. One where he drifted without any true sense of belonging, where he had to live with tormenting memories and dreams of what could come to pass. It left him very little relief but didn't he deseve to feel so lost? Didn't he deserve to be alone? Dragons never dealt well with solitude, strangely enough, they needed to be wanted. They needed a purpose and a meaning; all of which Zelo never found until Sage.

It flooded right through him and he didn't know what to do with feeling so much. The ebb and flow of what he now understood to be love. He had never been in love, actually, had never heard anyone say I love to him. His parents had never been the most emotional types and taught them to be stronger than the weaknesses of emotional attachments. Apparently, they failed in more ways than one with him.

Eyes drifting upwards to take in Sage's appearance, Zelo felt a twist of desire work through him, so strong it nearly crumbled him into soot. He had never wanted anyone this badly and the difference of it was not lost on him. There were emotions unlike their first time together.

He felt wanted. What a novel concept and ideal.

Sliding down Sage's underwear, he wasted little time or teasing, wanting too much to taste. He wanted to hear and watch Sage fall apart, to mean something deeper to him. Not just some one to bide time with or to indulge a few hours. Taking Sage's cock into his mouth, he sucked deeply, hollowing his cheeks and swirling his tongue here and there.

His hands trembled as he clutched onto the ground on either side of Sage's body, trying to remind himself of being grounded and not floating off. He also tried to will Sage to tug at his hair and thrust harder into his mouth.

Deserving happiness is something that Sage will argue with Zelo for a long time, he is sure of it. They are both so prone to thinking the worst, that they were somehow not worthy of things for sins they had committed in the past, though he is so very sure that whatever transgression Zelo has committed in the past are nothing as terrible as his own, that there is no way this bright and kind creature that has settled in his life could be undeserving of happiness. Zelo has been there for Sage in ways that no one else has in a long while. Has given him a place where he felt safe, wanted. Has given Sage a reason to keep on going, despite the darkness that clawed at his being.

Zelo was the softness, the kindness, the brightness that Sage needed. And fuck everything if he didn't work to keep him happy, do whatever he could to keep a smile on Zelo's face, even if that meant tearing out his own heart for the dragon. There was a line for Sage in his heart, you were either inside or outside, and at some point Zelo crossed that line. Sage couldn't find it in himself to be upset by this.

Especially not when Zelo was hovering over him like that, desire clear in his gaze. Desire and-- affection that makes his breath catch and--

"Shit, Zelo that-- " His voice catches, words tumbling into moans and noises as Zelo swallows his cock easily, makes him see stars. His fingers flex in the dark strands, hips shaking minutely as he fights the urge to rock up and take, to demand. That isn't what he wants (he desires it, god the desire in him right now is burning) not without knowing it is something Zelo is willing to give. Sage bites at his bottom lip, whines spilling free with the pressure and sensation, nails sliding against Zelo's scalp with every tremor of pleasure that rocks though him.

Sage could die happy like this, he thinks. At a particular press of his tongue, Sage gasps and bucks his hips. "Fuck, Zelo, so good, you feel so good, please-- Zelo." The name on his lips sounds like prayer, sounds like worship, and the look in his eyes only reinforces that. Sage looks down at Zelo with adoration in his gaze, beyond the physical want and desire.

Intimacy often existed as a fleeting concept in Zelo's life, a precaution for what usually happened with being whisked away but he also preferred to leave others before they could leave him. So, he never drifted too close, never allowed for his wax wings to melt in the gaze of the burning sun. Until Sage popped into his life like an unexpected comet and wrecked all of his rules, blasting them into rumble. He not only drifted too close but had allowed for his heart to open little by little. It made it unthinkable to exist without Sage and what a horrifying thought to even consider. How could someone mean so much to him in such a short time span?

Need swirled around them and he could feel the charged air shift around them, pulling them closer and closer into something unknown, completely on Zelo's end because he had never fallen in love with someone else. No wonder others went to such great lengths for it and mourned its loss so deeply. It all made better sense to him and he wanted to keep it all within his hands.

Shivering from the praise, Zelo slowly pulled off just to tell Sage, "you can fuck my mouth and pull my hair. I want you to." The words were direct but he knew Sage would blush anyway, which he found entirely endearing. More than he probably should have but beyond all the snarls existed something more fragile and gentle.

With a wink, he returned to the task, sucking Sage's cock with a groan until he hollowed his cheeks again to allow for said mouth fucking. He wanted Sage to lose himself in the pleasure and not be able to think of anything else. The bonus being watching Sage fall apart and show that vulnerability. Meanwhile, one hand moved to run over Sage's skin, leaving faint red lines with his nails.

Edited 2018-01-10 18:41 (UTC)

Intimacy was something of a farce in Sage's life, so many of his escapades were in shadowy corners with people whose name he never remembers and pretends to forget the following day. They were throwaway moments that he pretends never happened and buries in the haze of tightly packed clubs and booming music. This-- this was something else entirely though. There was so much more here, in the air between them, and Sage adores it. They might be new to this, the static feeling that builds beneath their skin, but they both know how to pull pleasure from each other.

As soon as Zelo gives him permission, tells him to fuck his mouth if he wants, Sage complies with a flush burning his cheeks. The witch still makes sure that he doesn't tug on his hair too hard, knows there is a fine line between pain and pleasure there, but he doesn't stop his hips from snapping up and seeking warmth and pressure. Seeking more of Zelo.

"God, fucking love how you feel like this, you're so good to me fuck." There is awe in the cracks of his voice, mingling with desire and want. Sage really doesn't know what to do with the affection he is shown, even now there is so much more than just physical pleasure here. Neither of them are strangers to that, this is something more. Makes the pleasure burn white hot and overwhelming in his gut and it isn't long before Sage is tugging at Zelo's hair as he snaps his hips, whimper on his lips because shitshitshit, he can't hold it together much longer.

When Sage finally crashes, lets go and comes with a jerk of his hips, it is with Zelo's name on his lips, bright and reverent.

Stay. A simple word with such a looming meaning, piecing together something from the broken shards of what two people has to order. Sometimes it soothed the edges but other times it cut with the razor sharpness. A constant sort of struggle of being with someone in a real way and opening up. Zelo knew better than to allow for such an intimacy because of the risk it produced but with Sage all such common sense went out the window and he only considered having more. He longed for it in a way, reaching out to clutch onto Sage and never let go again.

Groaning when Sage finally started to let go more, his hand drifted down to roll his balls between his fingertips. His other hand clutched tighter into the ground, bringing up dirt and grass in the process. It felt better somehow than usual, an intensity rolling between them for more and his heart practically sang with the truth for all to hear. He had fallen for a boy with moonlit eyes and swamp twinged smiles.

He sensed before Sage started to come and only urged him forward. Swallowing with a pleased rumbling groan, he slowly pulled off Sage's cock, hand working him through the aftershocks. When it might be too much, he stopped and curled up beside Sage, nuzzling into him. "Taste so good," he murmured, Sage's earlier words continuing to heat him up. The praise never failed to get to him and warm him in a different kind of way. "Under the stars." He propped his head on his hand to look down at Sage, leaning in to kiss him, all thoughts of his own desire forgotten for the moment to let the witch bask in boneless warmth.

This isn't what he thought would happen when he asked that simple question, the idle thought that rattled around his brain and managed to creep out between his lips without a second thought. Sage wasn't looking to find this in the answer, but he knows that this, the willingness that Zelo has to bring him pleasure and see him come apart, means more than just release and easy company. It is a manifestation of something deeper, of the wants to be closer, to be more, to be together.

And Sage wants that, wants Zelo to be happy here, with him. Wants to let Zelo take him apart and wants to take Zelo apart in turn. Sage wants nights under the stars and mornings tangled in blankets, he wants coffee stains on the edges of his spell books and piles of stolen shiny objects hidden in the back of his closet. Sage wants to find a home is Zelo, and wants to make a home of himself for the other.

With the stars in his eyes and Zelo's name on his lips, Sage things that they might be able to make it work. They will. He will find a way to make this work. To keep them both happy, no matter what it takes.

It takes a moment for the words to come back to him, for his mind to settle in his body again, but when he does, Zelo is curled around him and nuzzling into him warm and there. With a noise that is part hum and part groan, Sage leans into the kiss, threads a hand into Zelo's hair and holds him there for a moment to enjoy the kiss. When he breaks it to speak he doesn't move far, eyes reflecting the night sky and a fragment of fear.

"You make me happy, Zelo. You do. Not just-- with this." The words come out hushed, like a secret between them, as he gestures between them. It is as if Sage was worried if he told the truth too loudly, the universe would step in and steal Zelo away. "Can-- I mean, would you maybe want..."

Fuck, why can't he just say what he means, no matter how cliched? The witch huffs, the flush on his cheeks from his orgasm deepening as he traces Zelo's face with his eyes. "Stay here? With me?"

Throughout his long life he experienced moments of happiness but he never felt bliss as he sometimes overheard others talking about. Never longed for a moment to never end because he knew better than most they always did. Why try to fight against a cursed destiny but Sage woke something long since hidden within him and he felt it deep within his bones. Bliss. Joy. And most importantly love. It curled around him, blanketed him against the worst of the darkness and screams. The nightmare muted into a monotone, only hues of green swirling around in front of him. How could one person be so heart aching beautiful? It never ceased to pull air from his lungs and make him feel caught up.

To know it went the other way meant everything to him. He made Sage happy and he could have danced from the confirmation of it. Smiling brightly, he brushed hair from Sage's eyes, his own reflecting so much adoration and affection.

"Of course I'll stay," he agreed, sitting up to fix his clothing, shifting a little bit. "You make me happy too, you know. I've never - really got this close to anyone." Not too shocking of a revelation most likely but he still wanted to be more open with Sage and give parts of himself away from his own choice to and not from the universe deciding for him.

"Do you want to stay out here?" They would have to get blankets and pillows because while Zelo could lay around naked, Sage could not. The half shift into scales and more access to his fire helped there too, though. "Or your bed?" Sometimes he thought of it as their bed but he never dared to say so. It might not be what Sage wanted, to be so tied to him.

Stretching his limbs, it never occurred to him how Sage might mean more with the words.

Taking a chance, that was what both of them were doing. There was so much here that could hurt them, things that could go horribly wrong; the swamp was not safe or kind, and Sage was not foolish enough to think that life was either. No matter how wonderful he thought Zelo to be he was also aware that letting him in, letting him close, was also letting him have a bigger piece of himself. But that-- well Sage was sure that it was worth it. The way Zelo lit up above him made his chest ache, his lungs stutter with how beautiful he was.

And he wanted Sage. Wanted to stay with him, no matter what that might bring.

Fuck, he was beyond lucky.

Running his hands through Zelo's hair, Sage pulls him closer, presses his lips to the curve of the dragon's neck and trembles a little. When Zelo sits up, taking his warmth with him, Sage makes a low noise of displeasure, fingers reaching and moving, pressing against the angle of hips and holding Zelo. Like he was afraid he might leave. Vanish.

"I don't-- wherever you want, 'lo. " The words are still quiet, rough around the edges as he watches the dragon shift and stretch, bottom lip caught between his teeth because-- fuck, he was gorgeous. Sage doesn't know if he has the words to explain it, to ask for the things he is sure he doesn't deserve, but he wants to try anyway. Maybe that was the best part of this, that Zelo made him want to try.

Pushing himself up to sit, Sage winds his arms around Zelo to pull him close against him, seeks out his gaze. "I mean it, Zelo. Stay with me. I want--"

There is a pause where he runs his hands through Zelo's hair, eyes tracing the way the strands look in the starlight. "I want you to make it your home. Your bed. I want your terrible singing in the kitchen at stupid o'clock in the morning and to find all the missing charms piled in the closet. I want-- I want you stay."

Firsts were rare for someone as long lived as Zelo but Sage kept managing the impossible and it pulled him in closer as if the witch had become what he could orbit around. It challenged him in a way, staying, choosing to chip away at hs walls to allow for moments usually hidden. Sage captivated him in ways no one else ever managed and for the first time he wanted to actually settle. A cruelty existed within the desire because of the curses and he feared every time he closed his eyes Sage would disappear, little more than a wisp of a dream.

The witch deserved better and the danger surrounding him never went away and had only mounted over the years. What if the Ancient Ones decided on a more permanent punishment? What if Sage decided they weren't worth it? He always felt difficult to tolerate for long periods of time, let alone love but Sage offered him peace and possibility. It changed everything and made him want to be a better man.

Less a monster and more of a hero of the tale. Someone worthy of Sage who had a brighter heart than all the starlight in the universe.

Curling into Sage's body when he sat up by him, he shamelessly leaned into the touch through his hair. Apparently, he loved his hair stroked, which he had never known until Sage. How could he when he never let anyone linger too long with him? Being close mattered so much to him too and Sage seemed to enjoy it. Sometimes seemed to long for it as much as he did.

Eyes flicking up when Sage tried to catch his gaze, his mouth actually fell open from the words. What? It was usually impossible to surprise him but Sage defied everything all the time. It did things to his heart. But wait. "I don't sing that terrible," he mumbled with a grin twitching at the corners of his mouth. He couldn't deny the closet since he hid all his best treasures there for safe keeping. "Yes. I would - yes." Bright smile filling his face, he kissed Sage excitedly. He had never had an actual home before and certainly not with someone he cared so much about. "Falling asleep with you and waking up with you sounds like the best thing I've ever heard." He really meant it.

"You're really sure, right?" Before he let Sage answer, he kissed him and tackled him back onto the ground, pressing lips all over him. "Yes!"

Edited 2018-01-16 21:24 (UTC)

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