#nahbdeen

A long purring yawn echoed through the chambers of the Meghaduta followed by the sympathetic rumble of the Satrap’s own and low squeak of Azdaja’s. Fuyu’li hummed a bit, lazily stroking the red scales of the demure dragon as she settled over his thighs as he read through an old Garlean novel. Vytra swung his head low, cocking it to examine the cover.

“A’nna Karenia by T’olstoy cen Tia. Nostalgic for your Garlemald,” the dragon asked.

Fuyu’li let his ear twitch briefly, not answering right away as he let himself be lost  description of a frozen landscape.”At times, yes. There's nothing like a long train ride in a passenger car with fine dinning. And then the deep snows of winter. When I was just the entire block’s kids would gather together in the park and have snowball wars.”

“Snowball wars?”

“Yes. Everyone would divide up and create snow barriers then hurl snowballs across the play field until we were too wet and tired to go on. It was rather fun. I don't imagine you've seen much snow have you?”

“Briefly, in my journey to recover Azdaja. And no, I do not recall a time that it has snowed in Thavnair though I'm told it does in the northern mountains.”

The dragon watched Fuyu'li read quietly. He found the Miqo'te did little else in his company. Though offered an office and his own quarters his partner seemed to prefer his little corner stacked high with times that rivaled his height and a few pillows and blankets to lounge upon. 

He had not minded it much before but with his big sister returned he found himself uneasy but could not articulate what made his gut twist so. Azdaja seemed well settled in with the other, easily curling up on his lap or back. It was not something he could do himself and that seemed to make him think of the other things he could not readily do for or with Fuyu'li. 

“If you miss your homeland, I can arrange safe passage for your return.”

Fuyu’li closed his book abruptly and looked up at Vytra, starling Azdaja off his lap, “You have been quite adamant on getting rid of me as of late.”

“It is not my wish to part company, I just fear that I have been unable to offer you proper attention as of late. I am often in my younger vessel to endear the local children to Azdaja. I often fear I deprive you of mortal comforts. I can not easily embrace you nor can we consummate-” “Shh shh shh,” the Miqo’te hissed, putting his hands over Azdaja’s ear holes, the smaller dragon letting out an amused chirp, “Not in front of your sister!”

Vyrtra let out an amused chuckle, “I do not think such things would offend her.”

Azdaja chirped as Fuyu’li released her and went to stand. “There are times that I do miss my homeland, flawed as it is, but I am happiest here with you. I can read as much as I want, have passionate peers to help pursue my research, and a partner who cares for me.”

Vytra watched as the Miqo’te threw the book under his arm then wandered out of the room. Azdaja turned to him, cocking her head before letting out a small scree as she moved to sit on the top of his head. “Passionate peers…hm….”

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Fuyu’li stumbled as he was tugged along by Varshan’s little hand, Azdaja perched upon his shoulder. He flicked his tail nervously, blindfolded and bearings long lost after winding up several staircases upward. His ears perked up as he heard the sound of the city’s children’s laughter growing in the distance. “Varshahn? What exactly is going on?”

“A moment longer. We are almost there,” the dragon said until their footsteps started to crunch about.

The Miqo’te lifted his foot curiously as he stepped on the strange substance before feeling Azdaja nip at the blind and pull it free. Fuyu’li’s eyes grew wide as he stared. The Rooftop Gardens had been covered in snow billowing out of small machines, alchemists operating each one as children and adults alike ran about, many experiencing the fabricated weather for the first time. “You did this?”

“I wanted to surprise you so I made a request. I did not mean to imply I wanted to send you away. If you feel you cannot visit home, I felt I could bring a piece of it here. The people of Radz-at-Han are special to me and so are you. Finding ways to bring both together fills me with joy.”

Fuyu’li laughed then scooped up Varshahn, giving him a spin. “It is truly amazing!”

As he set the boy down, he looked around, then blinked as Azdaja suddenly swooped from his shoulder. Blinking, he looked up in time to see Nahbdeen wind up with a ball as large as the little dragon before chucking it full force at his head. “STAY AWAY FROM MY PRECIOUS LITTLE BROTHER,” the Radiant Host member roared.

Nidhana laughed lightly as she watched the Miqo’te get knocked back into the snow covered ground as she approached, Azdaja moving to rest on her shoulder as she squatted down by the Satrap. “What a treat this has been for everyone. I should like to try.”

Captain Nahbdeen looked from his satrap, curled up as small as a dragon could curl in the corner of Megadhuta's grand bedroom atop his pile of sturdy cushions, to the Azure Dragoon sitting awkwardly on a stool in the rough clothes he wore underneath his armor.

"Not that I would dare impugn your hospitality, satrap, but it does feel as if I'm the only one in the room whose mood is not 'attending my own execution."

Estinien scowled and shifted in his seat, mumbling something about getting on with it, and Vrtra just looked ashamed of himself. Nahbdeen could have slapped the both of them. Sighing, he crossed the room to sit next to Estinien, who with all the grace of a wary hippo leaned against him.

"I have one request, Vrtra?"

"Aye?"

"I want your gaze on me." He'd nearly said eyes but. Vrtra only had the one these days. "Every moment that we are intimate. If your gaze turns aside or your attention wavers, I will stop immediately. Is that a fair agreement?"

Vrtra's massive head gently bobbed and rose again, though his pose still seemed nervous. "I will agree to this."

"Good," said Nahbdeen, and pulled Estinien in for a kiss. Such an odd pair, these two. Vrtra would be so cautious, getting consent and communication at every step, but Estinien would see such things as insults to his strength that you would even consider you could harm him. The man had no skill for maintaining and establishing boundaries, which was all the more reason Nahbdeen had to be in charge here.

For all his forthrightness, Nahbdeen took them into it slowly. A slow kiss, a caressing of those exquisite cheekbones, a gentle disrobing. He kept Estinien turned around when he can, facing away from him and towards his true lover where he lays curled in the corner, tail lashing the walls. When Estinien gasped at the first trailing of fingers over his cock Nahbdeen saw Vrtra's entire body flinch, and smiled like a fiend at the sight.

A dragon generated eggs from their own aether alone, and they had neither cock nor cunt as mortals knew them. But Nahbdeen had known his satrap too long to not see how even the hungers his body lacked were ones he yearned to indulge in those that had them - that seeing the way the tiny lives around him lit up like brilliant sparks brought him joy like none other.

"Keep a watch on him," he whispers in Estinien's ear. "Don't miss it. You'll be the first man in history to send a dragon into orgasm just from seeing yours."

Estinien tried to grumble that this was nonsense, but then Nahbdeen's hand was on his shaft and his words trailed off into a meaningless babble. Poor man had clearly been touched almost as little as Vrtra, but with so much more pent up behind the floodgates for it.

Once Estinien was fully distracted, kissed and stroked to arousal, Nahbdeen pushed his luck a little further.

"Imagine what that tongue could do to you," he whispered, and the resulting loud moan indicated he'd hit success. Vrtra feared his body would repulse a man who's spent most of his life hunting dragons, but Nahbdeen's suspicion ran true - Estinien was one of the few who could approach Vrtra without fear. Who could know exactly what hurt a dragon and what pleased it, who would not have that scared animal part of their brain shrieking to flee from a greater predator into the safety of a burrow.

"Spread your legs there, man - or should i have him spread them for you? It would take only two claws to part them, he could do it with one hand."

"Fucking Fury–"

"I'm no small man, but he could manhandle you like a doll. He'd be so gentle, so tender." Nahbdeen looked up, just to make sure Vrtra couldn't hear the ideas he was planting into Estinien's head just yet, and the damn bastard was averting his gaze.

"VRTRA."

The name snapped out like a lash across the room as Nahbdeen's stroking hand frozen n place. As if he were one of the Radiant's new recruits, Vrtra's head snapped back to face them.

"I–"

"I told you. You look away, I stop. Are you so distracted you can't even remember one rule?" There was just enough iron in his voice to give Vrtra a bit of guilt, the tone of a disappointed mentor.

"I apologize. It is…this…" His head started to dip again, before Nahbdeen's retort called him to look.

Then Estinien's shaky voice interrupted them. "Vrtra. Please."

"What?" The dragon half-stood, alerted to whatever possible disaster could have caused his mortal even the slightest inconvenience. It took all of Nahbdeen's rigorous self-control not to laugh.

"I–I want you to look. Look at me." Poor man could barely string the words together, and it hadn't helped that Nahbdeen had started to move his hand again. There were Coblyns down in the diamond mines of Ul'dah who were less hard than Estinien in that moment.

Vrtra made a strange swallowing noise that Nahbdeen'd never heard before, and quickly realized was a straight-up Sisters-blessed whimper. The satrap was whimpering.

Nahbdeen wanted to bottle this moment and keep it on his mantlepiece at home. Instead he began to move again, faster now, and it was mere moments before Estinien comes with a roof-shaking shout. From the friction of his thrashing, not to mention his lovely noises, Nahbdeen wasn't far behind, leaving a mess on his backside.

In the quiet left in the wake of it Vrtra stared at the both of them–stared at Estinien adoringly, his perfect treasure, and then intoned to Nahbdeen a gentle thank you that was roughly echoed by Estinien.

Nahbdeen raised his hand and beckoned. "Good. Now you can come pay us back by cleaning this mess off your man."

"Ah, there should be some towels in–"

"Not with a towel."

Yep, he'd be bottling that one too, the look of a dragon utterly pole-axed, then doubly pole-axed at seeing the look Estinien has at the thought of it. Vrtra slowly, gently approached, jaws parted ever so slightly. The warmth of his breath could be felt yalms away against Nahbdeen's bare skin Slowly his head dipped and that great, lovely tongue extended, sliding and coiling across Estinien's thighs. Estinien smiled so softly as he raised a hand to pet that massive head, encouraging Vrtra to continue.