#dragon!steve

Steve could feel eyes on his back, knew the kid was up to something and stifled a snort. Not much he could do at the moment. Injured, powerless, and looking like an abandoned puppy that had been kicked and left out in the rain, the only thing Collin would be able to do was give him puppy eyes and hope for the best. 

“Do you think… you could help me get my magic back?”

Steve paused at the quiet defeated sound of his voice, swallowed and continued cooking. “You’ve depleted all of your magic, I had heard tell of that happening but never met a witch it happened to. They tend to be dead after such a thing happens. It’s been ages since I’ve come across a witch actually..” He paused, scowling, he always had a weakness for big puppy eyes and hopeless causes. Chancing a glance over his shoulder, he could see that the kid indeed had big puppy eyes at the moment and his gut twisted with a fierce want. Turning back to the steaks in front of him he forced the urge to wreck the brunette down. Maybe he should’ve just dumped the kid at the hospital? Ipswich had a good one, he didn’t visit it of course, if there was any need for medical assistance he would just call Sam or in worst case scenario, Nat.

Chase stared at his feet, he couldn’t just ogle the guy behind his back. Though he had a nice ass, he forced his eyes down at Steve’s feet. Black boots. Better. He didn’t want to think about the emptiness that was growing inside of him. “You live alone?” he asked, clearing his throat, his ribs were still a bit sore.

“For the time. Once a year someone will drop in,” Steve answered quietly.

“Someone? So, you do have family?” Chase wondered if anyone would be by sooner than later. Could he manage to steal the man’s power? He could figure something out he was sure of it. His stomach growled and he slapped an arm around it as the blond smiled placing a plate in front of him. Juicy steak, potatoes and a side of veggies, Chase was certain he would pass out from the hunger that rose up inside of him. 

“Hm, they are like family,” he answered, Steve watched with amusement as the kid devoured his plate, pleased when cerulean blues eyes met his and a blush settled high on his cheeks. He smiled around a fork of food, “glad you like it, you’ll need to eat plenty to recuperate. How do you feel?”

“Ah, I feel… good. Sleepy.” A yawn kept him from saying anything more and Steve was up collecting the plates. 

“Then time for bed.”

Chase frowned, “don’t I get a tour?”

Steve raised an eyebrow, “how about in the morning?” he asked grabbing Chase’s arm as the brunette stood, still wobbling. “You need a bit more sleep.” He saw him open his mouth to refuse and sighed, “sleep,” he hummed touching his forehead.

Black lashes swept down and Steve easily swept him up into his arms unable to keep from chuckling. He knew it was unfair to use his own magic, but his new guest was only being stubborn. A full night's rest was needed and he would make sure he had it. In a few days he was sure the kid would be ready to go and he wanted to enjoy the little bit he could. He didn’t like the idea of the kid leaving, his dragon unsettled at the thought, he shoved it down. Steve wasn’t sure exactly why he was feeling the way he was, perhaps he had stayed home too long? He should call Nat, maybe join her for a few weeks, it would be a good idea to get out of the house.

Steve frowned as he slid Collin into the bed and pulled the covers back up around his shoulders before moving to the other side and dropping into bed beside him. He tucked an arm under his head and wondered what the story was behind the witch he had come across. 

The one he had spoken to before even laying eyes on. Steven shifted, looking over at the kid, it had come out of nowhere, the feeling of desperation. Someone was giving up, this person was weak and scared, their determination dissipating, ready to give up. 

And he couldn't let that happen. 

Steven had reached out with his dragon before he could think twice. He had only done that with Nat. He wasn’t sure how to feel about that.

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Chase flinched as he felt a pulse of power slam into him, Caleb smirking as he slammed his new additional powers into him, sending Chase flying into the fire. He had scrambled to force his own powers into blocking the brunt of it, but he slammed into a beam, hitting the ground hard enough to knock the wind out of him. Fire roared around him as he crawled to his hands and knees, struggling to suck in a breath, smoke making him cough. He heard the creaking too late, burning wood came crashing down atop him, pinning him down. 

He would die.

Chase let out his breath, he could lay here and die.

He should.

No one wanted him.

Story of his life.

‘Get up...’

The words echoed within him and Chase squeezed his eyes shut. No one needed him. This was the end.

‘Not yet, c’mon kid, get up.’

The fire roared, a dragon growling ferociously, Chase screamed blowing the fiery debris off of him, struggling, reaching deep within, this would be the last that he had. It worked, he managed to stumble up, everything was a blur- he screamed, everything hurt so badly-

“Collin! COLLIN!! WAKE UP!!”

 Stormy blue eyes shot open, mouth falling open with a silent cry. 

Steve grunted as Chase caught him off guard, fist connecting solidly just under his jaw with a solid crack. It was so sudden, Steve himself wasn’t prepared for his own reaction, dark blue scales erupted under Chase’s fist, the dragon within roaring in response.

Chase cried out when Steve’s hands on his arm suddenly dug into his flesh, talons easily tearing into him, fear and panic very real as the blond above him pinned him down with ease, the bed creaking under the sudden weight of the beast above him. 

And just as suddenly there he was again. Steve was staring down at him, swallowing deep breaths. 

It took a second, a belated breath, then Chase screamed, shoving the blond off him and scrambling off the bed, running before his feet made contact with the floor and slamming right into the side table. Steve caught him before he hit the ground, wrapping his arms around the brunette. 

“Shhh, I’m sorry, I’m sorry Collin… shhh, it’s okay, it’s just me.” He reached around hand wrapping around the arm that was bleeding, magic stopping the blood. He had used more of his power in the last day than he had in the last century.

Chase shook, terror silencing him, keeping him from struggling as Steve buried his face in his neck. He had seen the rows of sharp teeth, was he going to rip his throat out?! What was he?!? He made a noise as a hand gripped him, cursing loudly before warmth stopped the pain in his arm. He should get away, he needed to get away, pulling he found there was no chance of breaking the blonds grip on him.

“Shhh, Collin, shhh… I should have been ready for that, I woke you up from a nightmare, shhh, take a breath.. Breathe in… c’mon.”

“Nghh,” the sound was alien even to his own ears, he had never been one to feel like a victim, actually he was always confident and secure in his own right, but right now, now he just wanted to get away. He was shaking head to foot and he couldn’t stop it. “Get. Off. Me.” he growled. 

Steve could feel him shaking, held him tighter, “I didn’t mean to frighten you.” He should let him go, let him have a minute, he could put him up in one of the spare bedrooms, he had been a little selfish making him sleep in his own bed. He’d have to make the bed, if he wanted to even stay. Honestly, he should have let the kid go by now. Why didn’t he? What was this feeling?

Chase stumbled forwards, he had expected him to pull him closer, hold on longer- it hurt. He swung around facing Steve, frown marring his face, before he took a step back. He took another step back as Steve took one towards him, the blond pulling back and stilling. “What was that?”

“If you want to stay… there is a guest room three doors down, you’ll need to make the bed.”

“Don’t want me in your bed anymore?” Chase bit out with a crooked grin, he straightened and even though he still shook his the grin stayed in place. “What? Just because I found out you're a slimy lizard now you're gonna let me go?” what was he saying? Why wouldn’t he shut up? “Figures, just like everyone else, no one trusts me with the truth. Fuck this, I’m out.”

Steve didn’t move, shock keeping him rooted to the spot even after Collin had disappeared from the room. Collin’s voice echoing through his head, “Figures, just like everyone else, no one trusts me with the truth.

Chase could feel his heart in his throat. Why was he so upset? Why was he running?

The man was a fucking dragon!! He had seen the scales, the teeth, his eyes had changed. Why had he said that? He didn't even know the guy enough to be feeling this way. What was he feeling anyhow? Everything tumbled around, heat trailing up his neck, eyes stinging, why had he even entertained the idea the guy wanted him around? He had thought… 

He grabbed the doorknob, how he had found the front door he wasn't sure, he didn't even know where he would go. He just needed to go. Ipswich was out, he could go back...back to nothing. He had nowhere and no one, it wasn't the first time. He had always been alone. 

He'd be fine. 

Just fine. He squared his shoulders even as he swallowed the lump in his throat, his shoulders shaking against his will.

Fine.

Large hands slammed on the doorframe on either side of him, framing him in, hard body pressing against him from behind. Chase turned large blue eyes up at the blond unaware of the small noise that escaped him. 

"Where do you think you are going?"

The low growl sunk into his being and Chase pushed against Steve. "Leaving." He tried not to shiver as he saw Steve's blue eyes blow as the blond wrapped an arm around his waist. 

"Where? You have nowhere to go."

Chase swallowed, eyes closing, body responding without his permission. Steve was unlike anyone he had met. Chase couldn't ignore the pull between them, but it scared him. He had never felt that way for anyone and he had been with plenty of others, he had never been picky about his partners. They were all the same.

Steve was down the stairs and caught Collin before he had a second to think about it, the dragon within roaring and begging to be released. Demanding that he stop the kid from disappearing. 

Steve had felt the waves of fear, mixed with a dozen other emotions. Worry, confusion, desperation, mostly the emptiness that accompanied loneliness. 

He pressed closer to him, his dragon liked the sound that escaped him as he did so. He should back off, he pressed closer, lips dragging along the exposed skin above Collin's collar. Excitement thrumming through him as Collin pressed back into him, even as he talked about leaving. 

"You're going nowhere," he growled tugging Collin closer, his dragon at the edge, dangerous, this was dangerous, he could hurt him. His dragon demanding he take what was his, 'claim him. Ours. He is ours,' it roared possessively.

Chase turned his head, stretching up to press his lips to the others, shivering as a low growl escaped him, rumbling through from the blonds chest, up into his throat. He was dangerous, Chase wasn't even sure what he was doing, he had heard of them but no one had seen a dragon in ages. They were believed to be dead and long gone and yet, here Chase had one. Right here, steel bands wrapped around him and something in him ached to stay, ached for the blond to...to… what? What was this damned feeling?! It was frustrating and when Chase was frustrated he could only respond with destruction.

This time he didn’t. 

The kiss was unexpected, soft and uncertain. What Steve hadn't expected as he struggled to keep a hold of his dragon was how it would react. As if a soothing balm had been applied the moment their lips met and Steve was back in charge. He shoved Collin into the door, hands shoving at his pants. Collin reacting just as eagerly, both men groaning in unison as Steve finally buried himself in him in one quick hard thrust.

Chase rocked his hips back as Steve thrust into him, driving out noises he couldn't remember having made before. He dropped his head against the door, breath catching with each thrust from the blond, "fuck…nn, fuck...shit! God.. Please, don't..d-don't stop!" blue eyes fluttered shut, this felt right. All the turmoil that had been building, the emotions swirling within him cleared as Steve’s teeth nipped along his jaw. 

Steve grinned, lips pressing to the long curve of Collins neck, tongue swirling over the beating of Collins erratic heartbeat. Pleased as the kid drove his hips back, taking him deeper, Steve's grip tightening on his waist, teeth nipping along pale skin. He reached up, tearing the shirt to one side baring more skin, lips following along his shoulder. This was as natural as breathing, it felt like the first ray of warm sunshine falling on your skin on a warm summer day, Steve knew, knew that his dragon was demanding he take what was only right, what was theirs. ‘Ours.’

Chase gasped as sharp teeth sank in, pain gave way to pleasure and he cried out as his vision blanked out into white, fingers gripping the frame of the door as bliss weakened his knees. Steve thrusting into him hard and fast before he drove in with one final thrust of his hips, a loud grunt and came deep inside him, stilling as he held Collin in his arms, holding the brunette up as his knees gave out. Both men stood breathing heavily, Steve running his tongue along where he had placed his bite on the slender shoulder, listening to Collins heartbeat calm, mesmerized as it slowly matched his own. The dragon within rumbling in content and quietening.

"Guess I'm gonna stay for a minute."

Steve huffed, gently pulling out. "Guess I can make the guest bedroom up," he answered. "Maybe you can tell me your real name now?"