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Draken trudges down the worn path, his black scaly tail slightly swishing behind him. He could've transformed and just flew over the village between the mountains, full form or not but Dragons weren't exactly welcome in any area formed by humans. That includes villages, kingdoms and towns.

It was annoying to be honest. Because it's been decades since the last war of Humans against Dragons yet those pesky mortals still held a grudge against the other side like they weren't the ones who started all those wars.

The current Era was peaceful, with respective sides living their own lives and staying by their own lanes. They stayed on their own territories but it wasn't like it was avoidable that someone from a different side would end up in the other's territory.

While the reactions and treatment weren't hostile, Draken hated the stares he got for his horns and tail. It was the farthest he could go because while he was old by human standard, he was nothing but a young dragon still learning the magic of his tribe.

Once he has perfected his magic he'd be able to shift fully into a human. Draken was close to success, especially when he had his close friend helping and supporting him with learning magic.

That's why he was venturing to the village because Takemichi, his friend, stayed in it while Draken went out for a hunt. The two had been travelling for months now, meeting each other through Takemichi warning Draken and his tribe for an incoming attack from a different dragon tribe.

While they were distrustful at first, (because who would trust the words of a mortal who's race hated and held a grudge against the dragons?) his words proved to be true when the tribe that Draken's tribe had been fighting over a land attacked in the middle of the night.

Takemichi was profusely thanked by their leader, offering him a place to stay at and rest. He was apparently a traveller, looking to see the world and discover adventures. It was fascinating and he recounted his recent journeys to those who asked, smiling kindly.

He, for short, was the definition of sun. He was bright and warm with his smiles and eyes, far too kind for Draken's liking. He was what one would call naive and gullible but Draken wouldn't underestimate the blonde.

One doesn't survive travelling around alone. Draken had been taught that survivors were the most dangerous, especially when you don't know the things they've done to survive.

It was doubtful that Takemichi was as innocent as he made himself look, but all doubt is lost with Takemichi because he was kind and genuine.

Draken offered to come with Takemichi when Takemichi finally decided to continue his travel and with his own father's approval, he left with the younger blonde.

He had grown close to the blonde in the short time he was in Draken's tribe and something in him curled in distaste at the thought of letting Takemichi leave, probably never seeing him again.

So he left with him. And by the looks of his father and mother, it was a good decision that he made.

("Good," His father grunted while his mother nodded at the back, "Keep that boy close to you, Ken. He'd make a wonderful mate one day". Draken walked out of his father's home with a red face, said man's laughter following him out of the door alongside his mother's teasing.)

The village that Takemichi was currently in was popular for weapons and armory, the place more like a big market place than a village with half of it occupied with vendors and shop owners looking to sell their wares.

It was popular with weapons and armory because they had a steady supply of metals and ores, mined from the mountains that surrounded the village with talented smiths using it to forge said weapon and armory.

Takemichi told him that he wanted to buy a couple of items while also look around and visit various shops. The blonde was so excited that Draken couldn't have said no, even if the village made him uncomfortable because it was the prime place that supplied many kingdoms of weapons and armory that was used to kill his Dragon ancestors.

They flew down not far from the village, hidden in the canopy of leaves and while saddened, Takemichi understood Draken's discomfort with the village. Now, three days later, Draken was back from a long hunt in the forest and ready to collect his friend.

His mana inventory was filled with different animals pelts and meat that he hunted down and Draken was excited to show off the collection of shiny stones that he managed to find and gather in the cave he resided in. Magic leaked from it and Draken could only guess that it was probably one of those mana stones that was used and converted into electricity and power.

Too busy with his thoughts, Draken doesn't notice the stillness of the forest or the cluster of pink buds that was wrapped around a big oak tree with green vines, faint aroma of strawberry coming from it.

Draken passes it without a thought, tail swishing behind him and accidentally knocking a small bud of flower. He pauses, looking back to see the slightly swaying bud of flower with interest before his eyes widens.

The flower bud explodes in a dust of pink and smoke, blooming into big flowers. The pollen spreads quickly in the surrounding area and Draken chokes, sensitive nose going overdrive at the suddenly potent aroma of strawberry.

He stumbles backwards, hacking as he waves his hand in the air in a pathetic attempt of dispersing the pink smoke mixed with pollen, head slightly spinning.

With an annoyed grunt, his wings materialise behind him, swinging back to release a strong gust of wind and effectively blowing the pink smoke and pollen away. It clears the area and Draken pats himself, removing the pink pollen that stuck to his clothes and skin.

Steam releases at the corner of his mouth, body heating up as his throat visibly burns with red and orange, eyes going slitted and with a glare, Draken sends a gush of flames towards the oak tree wrapped with the pink flowers.

It was probably not good for the forest and the creatures living in it but Draken doesn't really care. With a satisfied grunt, he turns and continues on his merry way.

He ignores the burning feeling that starts to rise up in him, the sudden sensitivity of his skin and the way that heavy arousal started to pool in his stomach.

Draken has a friend to fetch.

Draken was late.

Takemichi shuffles from where he stood, eyes looking out and into the canopy of leaves and trees. He and Draken had the agreement of meeting up at the same place that they had landed a few days ago, right before the clock strikes 1:00 PM.

But it was already 1:30 PM and Draken was nowhere to be seen. Anxiety festers in Takemichi and he wrings his hand together. Draken was strong and Takemichi knew that the dragon shifter won't easily be defeated but he still couldn't help the worry that he felt.

Despite wanting to go look for the older blonde himself, Takemichi stayed where he stood. Leaving would only make things worse because the moment he leaves the meeting place might also be the moment that Draken reaches it.

So Takemichi stays there, pacing and wringing his hands together. Finally, for what seemed to be eternity, Draken finally arrives.

Whatever worried words and relieved greetings died down Takemichi's throat as he took in his friend's state. There weren't any injuries and the dragon shifter was ruffled at best but worry grows in Takemichi when he sees the red flush in Draken's cheeks, golden eyes blown wide and hazy.

He was leaning against a tree, chest heaving and there was a light sheen of sweat on his skin.

His tail, scaly and black with gold and orange highlights, swung behind him in agitation. Draken steps forward and into the clearing of their meet up place, gripping the tree tightly that it made it creak and Takemichi's eyes zeroes on his hands, claws out and sharp.

He gulps.

"Draken-kun?," Takemichi hesitantly calls, flinching when Draken's eyes, predatory and dark, settles on him.

The Dragon shifter blinks, some semblance of recognition flashing across his eyes but the flush on his face deepens, something flashing in his eyes. Draken stands up on his full height, head tilting upward as he takes a few sniffs and Takemichi flinches once again when Draken's eyes land on him, intense and animalistic.

It wasn't the comforting black orbs that Takemichi had gotten used to.

No.

Draken's eyes were slitted like he was halfway into transforming in his full form as a dragon, orange and bright with pinkish highlights. It stared at Takemichi with hunger and Takemichi couldn't help but shiver.

Draken looked like he was going to eat Takemichi right then and there.

"Draken-kun," Takemichi calls out again and that seemed to snap the Dragon shifter out of his thoughts.

The older blonde steps forward and doesn't stop till he was in front of Takemichi, breathing heavily. Takemichi squeaks at their closeness, the size difference between them enhanced.

He could feel the heat that was emanating from Draken, could feel his harsh breath and hungry gaze bearing down on him.

Takemichi doesn't know what to do, sweat pouring off him as the anxiety and fear grew in him. What was wrong with Draken? He hasn't said a word since he stepped into the clearing and set his eyes on Takemichi.

With a gulp, Takemichi makes the mistake of looking down from where he stared at Draken's chest, exactly his eye level.

Red explodes on his face and Takemichi flinches backwards, looking anywhere but his friend. Embarrassment burns in him as he tries to not look at Draken's pants that currently sported an impressive bulge.

The blonde was clearly aroused and Takemichi doesn't know what to do. It seemed like every skill of talking he had was thrown out of the window at the face of his horny friend.

How was he supposed to address this?

Draken acted like he didn't even notice the tent in his pants, continuing to stare at Takemichi like he was a delicious meat he'll devour-

Oh.

OH.

OH SHIT.

Takemichi should probably run now, his fear growing impossibly bigger as he stared at his friend's eyes.

Yup.

That was lust in there alright, Draken's slitted eyes a hue of pink. A sniff on the air confirms Takemichi's suspicion, the dragon shifter smelling like sweet strawberry and the aroma of aphrodisiac.

A huff from Draken makes Takemichi flinch, the older blonde's eyes going wider with his pupils dilating. He could smell Takemichi's fear and if it was possible, he saw the tent on Draken's pants twitch.

Takemichi should definitely run now unless he wants something to happen that the two of them could never come back from.

So run he did. It was a good idea that he did because the moment he turned around, a guttural growl ripped itself out of Draken's throat.

Takemichi doesn't look back. He continues to run like the devil was on his heels. He liked his friend, he truly did but he doesn't really want to see the effect of a strawberry aphrodisiac on a Dragon shifter.

If he was truly right then Draken must've exhaled pollen and smoke from the pink flowers. The aphrodisiac was harmless at best, often collected and used in brothel houses. It was popular for its strawberry and sugary aroma, though a heavy dose of it could make the user lose all their reasoning to make way for lust and desire.

All Takemichi needed to do was run and hide from Draken. His friend won't get hurt, the best he'd get would be a headache and blue balls but that was alright. Once Draken loses interest in hunting him down, the older blonde would find a place to settle down unless a prey catches his eyes once again.

Draken could ride this out all alone, getting hit by an aphrodisiac isn't much different in getting his rut and spending it alone.

(It was impossible because Draken was a hunter and there was zero chance that he'd let go of a prey he set his eyes on. Something like guilt coils in Takemichi's stomach because Draken was his friend and he should help him.)

There was silent shuffling behind him but other than that, the forest had gone silent like every living being went into hiding, recognising a stronger predator prowling in the forest.

It made Takemichi's heart hammer inside his chest, instinctual fear screaming at him to run.

(He ignored the excitement that was brewing at the back of his mind, like the chase was a game and like there was nothing bad that's gonna happen to him if Draken caught him.)

Takemichi wished for any noise other than his heaving, other than the light rustling behind him. He had never hated Draken's proficiency in hunting, knowing how to stalk his prey with minimal sound and corner them more than now.

Takemichi's instincts screamed at him to turn to the left and he dutifully followed it, barely avoiding Draken who shot out of nowhere. Falling trees and the sound of crashing follows it and Takemichi watches as his friend watches him from where he was extracting himself out of fallen trees, hungry as ever.

Draken was half transformed, ears pointy and like a dragon with the small horns on his forehead bigger. The sclera of his eyes turned black, pupils nearly glowing in the sea of onyx. Rough scales spread from the sides of his cheeks and up his forehead where his horns were, small patches of scales coming down from his jaw to his neck. It glowed black, a hue of orange and red to it and Takemichi would've called his friend ethereal if his fear didn't cloud his mind.

The same scales wrapped around his hands and ending by his forearms, claws out and sharp. His tail flicked to the left and right behind him, almost like it was wagging in excitement. Sharp teeth peeked out from the corner of Draken's mouth and a growl rumbled from his chest.

Takemichi takes that as the sign to start running once again.

He doesn't know how long the chase lasted but the sun was setting when Takemichi was finally caught, bathing everything in orange and yellow. The light reflected off Draken's scales, enhancing every feature he had.

Takemichi looked up at him from where he was pinned on the ground, breath taken away at striking and stunning creature above him.

The moment of awe was immediately cut off when Takemichi felt the hand on both of his wrists flex, claws digging into his skin and pinning his arms above his head. He starts thrashing, tears forming immediately but all dies in his throat when Draken leans forward, hot breath fanning Takemichi tear stained face.

"Caught you," The Dragon shifter growls, guttural and low. A shudder goes down Takemichi's spine.

Blue eyes meet golden ones and Takemichi yelps when he's suddenly hefted onto Draken's shoulder.

Everything turns into a blur and Takemichi finds himself slammed into cold stone, his surroundings going dark. It takes him a few long beats to realise that he was in a cave, the sun now gone and taking its light and warmth with it. With wide eyes he looks around, screeching when a hand clamps onto his ankle and drags him deeper into the cave.

He lands onto soft fur, the musky scent of ash and oil and leaves surrounding him mixed with a strawberry and sugary aroma. There was a pleased grunt above Takemichi before glow stones came to life charged with fire magic and illuminating the entire cave.

Takemichi gasps when he finds Draken looking down on him, half naked before realizing the position he was in. Half of his body was propped up against Draken's lap, the dragon shifter eyeing him with barely hidden desire.

Takemichi could feel the heat coming off Draken's body alongside his magic, his skin and scales hot to the touch. Takemichi's eyes roam Draken's half naked body, top off to reveal well built muscles adorning sightly scales. His wings were in full view, folded over his back but it doesn't hide the sheer size of it.

He had seen Draken's half and full form as a dragon, but it was normally when Draken was lucid and dress and wasn't currently manhandling Takemichi into a comfortable position with the strong indication of fucking him.

"D-Draken-kun-" Takemichi stammers pathetically, squeaking when his top is torn open to reveal soft and blemish free skin. He doesn't feel cold, Draken's warm and big hands immediately on his skin and roaming.

One of Draken's hand was big enough to cover the entirety of his one side, his stomach and midsection fully covered with both of Draken's hand that currently gripped his waist. His thumb rubbed circles on Takemichi's stomach, meant to reassure but all Takemichi could feel was panic.

"Draken-kun wait!," Takemichi yelps when Draken leans forward, a startled squeak leaving him when sharp teeth nip at the crook of his neck.

Draken took his time, nosing and huffing into Takemichi's neck, occasionally biting and sucking on his skin. A particularly hard suck on a sensitive part of his skin has Takemichi mewling, embarrassment and shame immediately burning in him.

He tries to struggle out of Draken's hold, to get out and escape but it was fruitless. Draken was too strong and easily held him down, hands roaming and warming up Takemichi's skin.

He could feel the bulge of Draken's erection rubbing on his ass and to Takemichi's shame, arousal builds in his stomach.

His pants are next to come off and Takemichi then starts to thrash for real, fighting against Draken even if he knew that it was useless. The older merely batted his hands away, huffing in annoyance. He pleads and begs and tears stream down his face but Draken looks down on him, no sympathy and too deep in his lust.

Takemichi doesn't get to say anything as Draken smashes their lips together. Wet tongue forcing itself into Takemichi's mouth to dance with his own. They were a mess of teeth and drool, Draken eagerly exploring Takemichi's mouth with his tongue, teeth biting into Takemichi's plump lips from time to time.

Mewls and moans of arousal escape Takemichi, hips bucking upwards when Draken's finger starts to play with the hem of his boxer. He struggled at the beginning but slowly went limp in Draken's hold, the fight leaving him as Draken turned his mind into mush with a kiss alone.

When Draken finally pulls away, Takemichi was a drooling mess. His hair stuck to his sweaty skin, drool dribbling down his chin as he tried to catch his breath. Teary hazy blue eyes look into nothing, Takemichi's mind reeling.

He doesn't notice Draken settling between his legs, pulling off his boxers. He shivers, awareness coming back as Draken licks a long stripe in his inner thigh, his golden eyes on Takemichi's half-hard cock.

Takemichi throws his head back when Draken swallows him down, mouth wet and unnaturally hot. A startled moan rips itself out of his throat as Draken starts bobbing his head up and down. His tongue wraps around Takemichi's length, licking the veiny under of it before swirling at the tip.

His thighs tenses, trying to close in and Draken lets him. His legs wrap itself around Draken's head unknowingly and only encouraging Draken, rewarding him with a groan that has Takemichi throwing his head back, a shrill moan coming out of him as the vibration of Draken's deep voice sends pleasure up his spine.

Guilty pleasure fills Takemichi and somewhere in his muddled mind, he cries helplessly. He shouldn't be enjoying this, his friend wasn't lucid nor does he know what he's doing and Takemichi should've tried harder in escaping and fighting back.

He doesn't want to know what will happen when this is over, when Draken finally comes back to himself. Takemichi is almost scared, because while Draken was stronger than him, he could've just knocked him out with sleeping powders.

But no. He continued to run like a prey with Draken on his heels, a predator hunting him down. The dragon shifter probably treated it as a game, chasing after Takemichi and playing with him before catching him.

Draken had looked so out of it, reduced to his lust and baser instincts. He didn't know what he was doing and while that could be excused, Takemichi feeling good with him certainly couldn't.

If it was someone Takemichi didn't know, he definitely would've fought harder and wouldn't feel any touch of arousal but this was Draken and Takemichi trusts him with his life.

The worse that Draken would do and happen was to fuck him to oblivion and be filled with guilt by the end of this so Takemichi makes himself feel better by thinking of the fact that while the aphrodisiac was harmless, it was painful to leave one's arousal all by itself.

He could also use the excuse of letting Draken use him and his body instead of some poor innocent son of bitch so that Draken wouldn't feel so much guilt and self-anger for taking Takemichi's virginity-

Every thought is thrown out of the window as Draken sucks the tip of Takemichi's leaking cock hard, making the younger blonde arch his back. Drool dribbles at the corner of his lips, teary eyes closing shut.

His body shakes and he sobs, fisting the fur pelts around him as he fights for his breath. Takemichi's chest heaves, nipples hard and skin sweaty.

With Draken's warm mouth and tongue, it doesn't take for Takemichi to cum. He releases inside the Dragon shifter's mouth, choking on a cry as Draken doesn't let up, continuing to suck him dry.

The older doesn't stop there, popping off Takemichi's cock and continuing to jerk him off while he moved down to his puffy hole. A shriek leaves Takemichi as Draken proceeds to eat him out, tongue pushing into his hole unprompted.

Takemichi's hand snaps to Draken's head, pulling his hair and loosening it out of its braid and tie. His hips follows Draken's mouth unknowingly, arousal rising to unknown height as overstimulation settles in him.

His skin prickles with sensitivity and he jumps in his skin but his body remains where it is, clawed hands keeping it down. His hole clenches around Draken's tongue, mewls and moans spilling pass his lips as he's pushed into another orgasm.

Takemichi moans as Draken continues to eat him out vigorously, encouraged by the tight grip on his hair and the shaking thighs around his head.

When Draken finally had enough of him, Takemichi was heaving, body shaking with the aftershocks of his orgasm, his hole wet and gaping around nothing. A satisfied growl rumbles in Draken's chest as he looks down on Takemichi and his debauched state, tongue licking his lips.

Through teary eyes and hazy mind, Takemichi gazes at Draken, his fear growing in him when Draken removes the last of his clothing.

His length springs free, hard and leaking pre cum at the red tip. Takemichi doesn't know if the butterflies in his stomach is arousal or fear, because Draken was big.

"That's not gonna fit," Takemichi finds himself saying, struggling to move away from the Dragon shifter. Draken merely grunts, a pleased grin coming to his face and showing off his rows of sharp teeth.

He easily holds Takemichi down, dragging him back by the ankle and raising his hips for better access. Takemichi thinks of how easily Draken could snap him in half.

"Wait! Wait just- fuck- Draken-kun wait!" Takemichi cries, "That's not gonna fit! You're gonna end up breaking me. That's gonna split me open and you haven't even prepared me yet!".

Desperate and filled with horror, Takemichi looked up at Draken with pleading eyes. One of Draken's fingers was probably enough to cut him in half and Takemichi will die if Draken as much as enters him.

The other stared at him passively before leaning down and shifting their position, teeth nipping at Takemichi's earlobe.

"You will take me," Draken's voice was rough and breath hot, making a shiver go down Takemichi's spine, "You can and you will".

Clawed fingers trace the rim of Takemichi's puffy hole, making him jump. When they breach him, he knew no more.

Takemichi lets out a strangled cry, hole clenching tightly around the length in it. He's on his front, hips raised and he desperately crawls forward fruitlessly as overstimulation eats the remainder of his sanity.

Draken groans above him, hands on the younger blondes hips, clutching it in a bruising hold as he repeatedly rammed into Takemichi's smaller body. He easily held Takemichi in position, endeared at the pathetic attempt of running away from him.

"S-stop- I can't anymore!," Takemichi gasps, clawing at the fur pelts under him as he bowed his head, "Please Ken- Ah! stop-".

Draken merely growls, feeling the tight and warm muscles clenching around him. It was the complete opposite of Takemichi's words, his hole sucking Draken's cock in tightly like it refused to let it go.

He pauses, adjusting both themselves in a comfortable position. Draken plants both his hands beside Takemichi's head, pushing his hips downwards and settling impossibly deeper into Takemichi, his hips flushed closed to his ass.

It punches a choked moan out of Takemichi, hand lashing out to curl around Draken's forearm. He felt so full, guts rearranged to make way for Draken's cock as he was pushed down harder on the ground.

He was a mess of tears and drool under Draken, nothing but a fleshlight for him to use for his pleasure. Takemichi had taken him so good, snug and tight around him despite the fact that Draken only did a short and quick prep.

The haze in his mind has decreased, cock stimulated and lust satisfied. Draken would've been horrified, angry at himself for having his friend under him with no consent if it weren't for the fact that Takemichi made such a pretty picture.

He was moaning Draken's name, tears on his pretty blue eyes as he's fucked within his life by Draken and Draken alone.

It was wrong, continuing like this. The lust that clouded Draken's mind had let up and he had enough self control to stop himself but he simply couldn't. Takemichi felt too good and Draken feels like he's going to die if he even thinks of pulling out of Takemichi completely.

So he stays buried there, thrusting in and out of Takemichi roughly, hitting his prostate like there was no tomorrow. He was desperate, wrecked himself despite the fact that he was the one doing the fucking. Draken was also determined of fucking Takemichi till he was the only thought in his pretty head, the possessive side of him growling at him to do so.

He would be lying if he said that Takemichi wasn't the current star of his dream, the one who made his heart hammer in his chest and Draken has lost count of how many times he'd dreamed Takemichi under him.

Now that dream has come true because Takemichi was under him, moaning his name and taking him so well.

"Fuck you feel so good," He groans as buries himself deep, angling his hips in a way that has Takemichi screaming.

The younger blonde sobs into the fur pelts, shivers wracking through his body. Draken's chest rumbles with a growl when he feels Takemichi clenching around him tightly, to the point that he has to pause as Takemichi throws his back in absolute pleasure.

Eyes crossed and tongue lolling out, Takemichi cums again, his dick straining painfully with his dry orgasm. Draken flips Takemichi onto his stomach, making the younger blonde flinch in oversensitivity as the length in him is jostled.

Takemichi was so small compared to him that Draken wonders how he could even take him fully and easily. Looking down, a groan rips itself out of his throat as he sees the pronounced bump in Takemichi's pelvis.

Draken's cock was enough to make a bulge in Takemichi with his length alone, disappearing as the dragon fucks in and out of the younger blonde. But a load of his cum was enough to make that said bulge prominent and Draken had already cummed at least two times that night.

How much Takemichi had cum? Draken doesn't know but it was definitely a lot with how Takemichi was dry orgasming now.

Cum leaks out of Takemichi's hole everytime Draken thrusts inside him accompanied by a filthy squelch and Draken takes pride in filling his mate so good.

Takemichi mewls, giving a full bodied shudder when Draken presses a hand on his pelvis and pushes down slightly. Cum gushes around Draken's cock, dripping down the ground.

"I-I can feel you," Takemichi sobs with his eyes unseeing, a shaky hand resting on his stomach, "I can- can feel you here- ah!".

Draken moans Takemichi's name as he starts moving once again, leaning forward to place his forearm on either of Takemichi's head. He drapes his bigger body over the younger blonde, loose hair falling around them like a curtain as he folds Takemichi in half.

"I'm gonna fuck you stupid," Draken growls and ignoring the fact that he had already fucked Takemichi to stupidity hours ago, "I'm gonna fuck you till there's nothing left inside your brain but me. Me and my cock alone, making you feel good and fucking you till your full and fat with cum".

Takemichi bucks, hips rolling to meet his own thrusts and Draken is treated to the sight of Takemichi's eyes rolling at the back of his head, high pitched moans spilling past his drool-wet lips as he trembles under Draken with overstimulation.

Hands claw at his back, Draken's wings spreading behind him and he shivers when small hands close around the part where his back and wings are connected, desperately clutching it.

"Shit," Draken breathes, pace quickening and cock reaching deep into Takemichi. Heat builds up in his stomach, nerves shivering as his thrusts become relentless, coiling tighter like a rubber.

It snaps, absolute pleasure rushing up into Draken's veins from his curled toes to the tip of his ears as he buries himself inside Takemichi with a long and rough thrust. He spills his seed once again, watching as Takemichi's stomach becomes more bloated with his insides painted in Draken's cum.

Takemichi arches against Draken, mouth opened in a silent scream before slumping down, unconscious. His body shivers from the aftershocks of his dry orgasm, chest heaving and skin sweaty.

When Draken pulls out, he watches with dark satisfaction as his cum leaks out of the blonde. Takemichi's hole gapes, twitching around nothing and Draken couldn't resist the urge of scooping some of his cum only for him to push it back inside again.

All guilt and shame is forgotten at the sight of his friend full and leaking because of him, unconscious and fucked stupid because of him.

Draken licks at his lips, his cock slowly softening. He eyes the sleeping blonde before slowly getting up to start cleaning both themselves.

The aphrodisiac was still in his system but Draken focuses every magic in his veins to push the toxins out through his mouth in the form of steam. He watches the pinkish smoke waft through the air, thinking of the plant that got him into this mess in the first place.

He sighs, rolling his shoulders and the guilt comes back tenfold. He once again eye the sleeping blonde and hopes that Takemichi would understand when he wakes up.

Draken was out most of it but his consciousness and control returned when he was having his second mind blowing orgasm, Takemichi under him out of his mind with pleasure.

He liked Takemichi, more than a friend and with everything he could give. He would've pursued a relationship with him and had dreamed of having Takemichi's body and love for all his self. He just didn't expect it to be this way.

Draken should have stopped and now he had done something he could never come back from. He could've fixed it and prevented for everything to become more worse but he didn't because he had shit control over himself and his desire.

Takemichi mewls softly when Draken starts to clean the cum out of him, shifting in his sleep as Draken wipes him. His eyes land on the marks on Takemichi's skin, ranging from hickies to bite marks in color of red, purple and blue.

Same marks were prominent in Takemichi's hips and neck where Draken held him tight. It was slightly bleeding, small wounds shaped like Draken's claws when it dug into his skin.

It doubled the guilt and shame, disappointment and anger on himself growing. It eats him inside out, chewing bits of pieces of him till there was nothing but hollow resentment in him. His hands tremble and Draken thinks of how he could still touch Takemichi after doing such thing to him.

"Ken.." Takemichi whimpers, puffy eyes straining to open.

"Takemichi," Draken softly calls and he can't help the guilt that bleeds into his voice. He settles beside Takemichi, out of reach but close enough.

Takemichi slowly opens his eyes, blue orbs meeting black ones. A small smile comes to Takemichi's tired face and Draken startles.

"How are you feeling?," Takemichi asks, voice hoarse and Draken's lips wobble.

He should be the one asking that.

But relief washes him like a tidal wave at the sight of his smiling friend. Takemichi looked at him with no small amount of worry, mixing with adoration and understanding like he knew the torrent of emotions that Draken currently felt.

Seeing that Takemichi wasn't sobbing or screaming at him, Draken allows himself to hope that everything would be okay.

"I'm fine. How about you?," If Draken's words were choked up and his eyes were a bit teary, well..

That's on him and Takemichi alone.