★Iniziativa: Questa storia partecipa al contest “Halloween Party – La Grande Zucca” a cura di Fanwriter.it!
★Numero Parole: 1253
★Prompt/Traccia: prompt 10

"Did you hear about Hazuki's son...?"
The voices run fast through town, among people who turned away at the event they are talking about. A woman's hand rests on her chest, as her expression scrunches in empathetic pain.
"Oh, the poor boy. Yes, I heard. I wonder what happened to him..."
"Well, what do you think happened? A dragon took him away. A dragon! I bet the boy got already digested and turned into shit by now," an old maid with ruined clothes and hair barks at the two people conversing in the middle of market, while the intense smell of fish fills the air up and voices in the crowd bellow about their merchandise after days of terror just faded away into normalcy.
"What?! Hey, that's... a terrible thing to say!"
"But it must be true, I'm just telling it like it is. Like, there's no way that the Hazuki boy is alive. Dragons eat people, that's just what they do." The old woman's voice rings again, louder this time, swatting the younger lady's voice away like an annoying afterthought.
"Well, I'm just glad it wasn't my boy," a man chimes in, carrying a bag filled with lettuce and potatoes while his kids trot around chasing each other.
"After all, it's not like we chose to send him. His parents are both dead, I'm sure nobody's going to cry about him," the old woman insists again, and ends it with a shrug while she glares at the street everybody is avoiding like it was a cursed place.
"That is still horrible!" The younger woman scolds her, shaking her head and looking around for her own little girl, relieved for a second when she spots her petting a dog.
"Oh, don't act like you're not relieved as well. He was chosen among all our boys and girls, and it just so happened that the dragon wanted him. Can do nothing about it," the elder finally decides, and quickly turns away to go buy something else, just in case the dragon comes back and she will need to shut herself in the house for days again. Quickly enough, the topic fades, substituted by chatter about the season's harvest and hunting.

"That's what they say about you," Sousuke hums, walking through the market, and glances down at a shorter hooded figure walking alongside him, who nods once, walking quietly among the people they once considered their own.
"That's why I asked you to take me away," the other person's voice whispers, and then from under the hood a smile and a flash of crimson shine up at Sousuke. Whose lips stretch in a smile, but still rests a hand on the boy's shoulder. "They don't even look my way. It's like they didn't even care for looking for me."
Sousuke's eyebrows knit, but the smile under the hood shines again, and a small hand reaches his.
"It's okay. I found someone like you."
Sousuke hesitates, but eventually he sighs, relaxing his muscles that tense with the need of spreading a pair of big, dark wings sprouting from his back.
"Let's go," he mutters, holding the other's hand tighter. With a few steps and a touch of magic, they slide around a corner, and the next second they are back in the big cave in the middle of the forest where the dragon lives.

"I didn't expect it to be any different."
Sousuke turns around now, flapping his strong wings freely now, and his eyes run up and down a lean, thin body near him, dressed in the same simple clothes he wore when he asked the dragon terrorizing his town to take him away.
"You asked me to come back there," he mutters, stretching his hand out, "and promised me your body, Nagisa."
Nagisa glances at the dragon, with a shrug.
"I was just wondering whether they'd prove me wrong, you know? But I guess they don't need me," he replies, with a little sad smile, but then approaches the other man, grabbing his hand. "I was living in the streets after my father passed away, and nobody helped me... I owe them nothing."
Those words sound a bit too cold for a boy who came to Sousuke with the most miserable look on his face, offering himself as a sacrifice in exchange for the town's protection. But in the end, he said he is fine with living forever with the dragon, so why should he concern himself with why?
Sousuke's hand wraps around the boy's wrist, and his eyes brush softly down the harmonious curve of his cheeks and neck, down the slight opening on his pale chest, and back up to Nagisa's plump lips and big, cheeky, sweet eyes.
"If that is fine with you," he mutters, before catching Nagisa's lip in his mouth, and spying red spread on the boys's cheeks while his eyes droop in full acceptance of someone who wanted him. Even if it's just for his body.
"That is what I asked for," Nagisa reminds him again, pausing from the kiss, before brushing his fingers along Sousuke's jaw and going on the tip of his toes to demand a kiss this time, a hungry one. "Sou-chan is really beautiful."
Embarrassment shows up in Sousuke's face, and he gives a deep, angry frown while hissing, "don't call me Sou-chan ever again!"
"Sure, sure," Nagisa sings, not at all afraid now, like he could patronize a... a dragon!
But Sousuke simply grumbles, grabbing Nagisa's hips tentatively, not yet used to the shape of his willing captive's body. He'll surely get aquainted with it, anyway...
"I could kill you easily, you know that, right?" He growls, spreading his wings out with his eyes flaring in a scorching hot hunger.
The answer Nagisa has in mind is a sad one, but it would ruin the moment. Instead, he simply slides his hand down Sousuke's stomach, rubs against the muscles tensing under his palm, and without taking his eyes off Sousuke's for a moment he slides it down even more, palming a big cock that he can already feel hardening after rubbing against it only a few times.
"What about Sou-chan makes love to me first?" The boy chirps with a wink, before stretching up again to kiss the dragon once again, with a shell hardening around his heart. The feel of those dragon's lips is a warm one, it risks to seep through the cracks of Nagisa's tough shield built with smiles and friendliness. One that has no reason to exist anymore, since Sousuke saw him with his guard lowered, begging to be taken away from his previous life. And yet, it's still clearly there, as a wall standing between them despite their bodies grinding against one another and their breaths mixing hot, as Nagisa's hand moves in a way that's suspiciously too forward for someone who claimed he had never touched anybody like this, but Sousuke's thoughts fog while his wings rest and he finally ruts into the smaller boy, into his waist, with short and rasped breaths already.
And Nagisa's body responds, enthusiastically, to the sensation of a muscly, firm body grinding into him, and his own waist rolls following the pace Sousuke set for them, until his breaths become heavy and hotter than they have ever been, while the black in his eyes expands burning into an equally intense crimson gaze.
Before Sousuke fucks the truth out of Nagisa, he'll make sure that the boy will beg to be eaten.