Chapter 3: Dragon's Claim
The word “begin” was not a suggestion. It was a catalyst.
Before the sound had fully left Ryuu’s mouth, his hands were moving. They gripped the front of Taichi’s cheap, department-store shirt and pulled. The fabric didn’t just tear; it disintegrated under that impossible strength, buttons pinging like shrapnel across the dark stone. The night air hit Taichi’s bare skin, a cool shock immediately burned away by the heat coming off the man above him.
“Fuck,” Taichi gasped, the exclamation torn from him.
Ryuu lowered his head, his mouth hot and demanding on Taichi’s throat. He didn’t kiss. He tasted. He licked a broad, wet stripe from Taichi’s collarbone up to the hinge of his jaw, his breath scalding. When his teeth grazed the sensitive skin, Taichi jerked, a full-body shiver that had nothing to do with fear.
“You think too much,” Ryuu murmured again, the words vibrating against Taichi’s pulse point. His voice was a low growl, edging out of the human register. “Your mind is still screaming. But your body…” He palmed Taichi’s crotch through his trousers, finding him fully, achingly hard. “…your body knows its master.”
The blunt possessiveness of the word ‘master’ should have been a recoil. It wasn’t. It was a lightning strike to Taichi’s spine, melting the last of his resistance into a pool of raw, shameful need. He’d spent months stealing glances at this man in boardrooms, conjuring tame, impossible fantasies. This was none of that. This was real. The evidence was the claw—not a fingernail, but a sharp, dark claw—that traced down the center of Taichi’s stomach, snagging on his waistband.
A single, precise flick. The button of his trousers flew off. The zpper parted under that same inexorable pressure.
Ryuu sat back on his heels, pulling Taichi’s pants and briefs down in one rough, efficient motion. The night air was a new intimacy on his exposed skin. Taichi’s hands flew to cover himself, a reflexive modesty that felt absurd here, under the gaze of a dragon.
Ryuu caught his wrists, pinning them to the warm stone above his head. His grip was unbreakable. “No,” he said, the command absolute. “I look upon what is mine.”
He did. His molten eyes traveled the length of Taichi’s body with a searing, proprietary focus. Taichi felt utterly flayed open, more naked than he’d ever been. He was trembling, his cock flushed and leaking against his own stomach.
“Please,” Taichi heard himself whimper, not knowing what he was asking for.
“I know what you need,” Ryuu answered. He released one wrist, his hand returning to stroke Taichi’s inner thigh, the claws retracted now, leaving only a frightening, gentle touch. “You need to feel me so deeply you forget your own name. You need to be filled with the truth of what you are.”
His fingers trailed higher, circling the tight furl of Taichi’s hole. Taichi bucked, a shocked noise escaping him.
“Has anyone touched you here?” Ryuu asked, his thumb applying a gentle, maddening pressure.
“N-no,” Taichi stammered. It was the truth. His experience was fumbling, hurried, purely vanilla. Nothing like this. Nothing that prepared him for the way Ryuu’s eyes darkened with primal satisfaction.
“Good.” The word was a purr. “This is mine alone. Every first. Every sound. Every tremor.”
Ryuu bent his head again, but this time he bypassed Taichi’s mouth, trailing biting kisses down his sternum, over the quivering plane of his stomach. He took Taichi’s cock into his mouth without ceremony, swallowing him down to the root in one smooth, deep glide.
“Oh, god! Ryuu!” Taichi’s back arched off the stone, his free hand flying to tangle in Ryuu’s dark hair. It was too much. The heat was unbelievable, wet and tight and consuming. Ryuu’s tongue worked him, lapping at the head before plunging down again, setting a relentless, deep-throated rhythm that had Taichi seeing streaks of city light behind his eyelids. He was panting, cursing, his hips stuttering up into that devastating heat.
Just as Taichi felt the coil in his gut begin to wind too tight, Ryuu pulled off with a wet pop. Taichi cried out at the loss, a desperate, broken sound.
“Not yet,” Ryuu chided, his own breath ragged. His lips were slick, his eyes blazing. “You don’t come until I’m inside you. Until the bond starts to take.”
He reached beside them, to the shadow of a low stone bench, and retrieved a small vial of oil Taichi hadn’t noticed. The pragmatic detail was surreal. Ryuu poured the glossy liquid over his fingers, warming it in his palm. The scent of cedar and something metallic filled the air.
“Look at me,” Ryuu ordered, his voice gravel.
Taichi dragged his eyes open, meeting that fierce gold gaze.
The first finger pressed inside, and Taichi gasped. It was a slow, burning stretch. Ryuu watched his face intently, his expression a mix of ravenous hunger and intense concentration. He worked the finger in and out, the oil easing the way, until the burn began to fade into a strange, full sensation.
“You take me so well,” Ryuu murmured, crooking his finger. Taichi jolted, a spark of pure pleasure shooting up his spine. “There. That’s where you’ll feel me. That’s where you’ll carry my young.”
A second finger joined the first, the stretch sharper, more profound. Taichi gritted his teeth, a tear escaping the corner of his eye. Ryuu leaned down and licked it away.
“Breathe, little one. Open for me.” His voice was a hypnotic thrum. He scissored his fingers, stretching, preparing, his eyes never leaving Taichi’s. The pleasure-pain was dizzying, a threshold being crossed. When a third finger pushed in, Taichi sobbed, his body alight with a sensitivity he never knew he possessed.
Ryuu withdrew his fingers. Taichi felt empty, clenching around nothing, aching.
He heard the rustle of clothing, the sound of a zipper. Then Ryuu was over him again, naked now, his own erection pressing against Taichi’s thigh. It was heavy, thick, the skin smooth and burning hot. The sight of it, the sheer size, sent a fresh wave of panic through Taichi’s haze of lust.
“I can’t,” he breathed, shaking his head.
“You can.” Ryuu positioned himself, the broad head nudging against Taichi’s slick, stretched entrance. “You will. This is your purpose.”
He pushed in.
The world fractured.
It was an invasion, a claiming, a fusion. Taichi screamed, a raw, torn sound that was swallowed by the vast city sky. There was no slow accommodation. Ryuu sheathed himself to the hilt in one relentless, driving thrust, filling Taichi beyond thought, beyond reason. The pain was white-hot and blinding, a splitting fullness that made him claw at the stone beneath him.
Ryuu held himself there, buried deep, his body trembling with the effort of his own control. Sweat dripped from his chin onto Taichi’s chest. His face was a mask of ecstatic agony. “There,” he gritted out. “The bond is sealed. You are mine. In all ways.”
The pain began to mutate, transmuted by the overwhelming heat and the strange, resonant hum that seemed to emanate from where they were joined. It softened at the edges, melting into a breathtaking, terrifying intensity of sensation. Taichi felt stuffed, impaled, and yet a brutal, unwanted pleasure began to curl from the very core of the violation.
Ryuu began to move.
It was not love-making. It was a conquest. Each withdrawal was a teasing emptiness, each thrust a punishing, deep rejoining. The rhythm was ancient and brutal, the slap of skin on skin echoing off the glass and steel. Taichi was folded in half, his legs over Ryuu’s shoulders, his body utterly pliant, taken.
“Say it,” Ryuu growled, his pace increasing, driving the air from Taichi’s lungs. “Say you’re mine.”
“Yours,” Taichi choked out, the word forced from him by the next piston-like drive. “God, I’m yours, Ryuu!”
“Again.”
“Yours! Fuck, I’m yours!”
The pleasure was a cresting wave, building from that deep, ravaged place inside him. The pain was now just a sharp spice in the overwhelming flood of feeling. Ryuu’s strokes became erratic, harder, his own release coiling tight. He bent forward, sealing his mouth over Taichi’s in a biting kiss, his tongue mimicking the claim of his cock.
Taichi came untouched. His orgasm ripped through him with silent, devastating force, his vision whiting out, his body seizing around the relentless intrusion, milking it. The convulsions triggered Ryuu’s own climax.
With a roar that seemed to shake the very foundations of the penthouse, Ryuu buried himself to the root and spilled his seed. It was not like any release Taichi had ever known or imagined. It was a flood of pure, liquid heat that seemed to have no end, pumping into him, a scorching brand from the inside out. And with it came a sensation that was not physical—a rushing, golden light, a harmonic resonance that vibrated in every cell of Taichi’s being. It felt like being rewritten.
For a long moment, there was only the sound of their ragged breathing mingling with the distant city hum. Ryuu collapsed onto him, his weight a crushing, welcome anchor. He was still inside, still pulsing weakly, still hot.
Slowly, Ryuu withdrew. The sensation made Taichi flinch, feeling suddenly empty and sore in a way that promised to be profound. Ryuu gathered him, turning them so Taichi lay against his chest, listening to the frantic, slowing drum of the dragon’s heart.
Ryuu’s hand settled possessively on Taichi’s lower abdomen, splaying over the skin that felt tender, oversensitized. The heat of his palm seemed to sink inward, towards the heart of the strange, glowing resonance now nestled there.
“It is done,” Ryuu whispered into his hair, his voice thick with sated wonder. “The seed is planted. The bond is alive.”
Taichi, drifting on a tide of exhaustion and shock, managed to lift a heavy hand to cover Ryuu’s. The skin under his own fingertips didn’t just feel warm. It felt like it was humming, a low, internal thrum of potential energy.
He wasn’t just sore.
He was different.