⚠️ NSFW ⚠️ - Dragon hybrid! Sylus (bottom) x Colonel Cyborg! Caleb (top)
Tags : Exploring their evols (inappropriately) - not much plot - ooc - mutually aggressive and horny - scent kink - bondage/restraints with evol - lots of foreplay - anal - desperation - masturbation - Sylus has a scaled cock (not in use sadge) - biting - begging - praises
Summary : Sylus is a dragon, the last of his kind. He has needs that can only be met by a colonel named Caleb, the only living being able to handle a dragon’s attraction. Being made of metal helps shield the cyborg from attacks, but also from the teeth and claws of his partner.
It’s never occurred to Sylus that he’s never seen Caleb’s evol truly in action before.
He’s definitely seen it used for small tasks, and even then his eyes can’t help but be drawn to how objects float and twirl towards Caleb so effortlessly. The way something as simple as a pen could look so good in his hand, it was captivating. Maybe part of it was the meticulously crafted metal that made up his entire body; the shine it all gives off, and how it defines and hardens around his form sends some sort of signal to his drake-like mind. Sometimes it was hard to tell if a dragon’s obsession with shiny objects was more of a pro than a con.
But it’s been a long time since he’s seen his Cyborg partner up close. With how busy both men are in their respective regions, and how Sylus can’t take a step into Skyhaven without sending people into a panic, it was hard for them to convene and have time together. He’s grown restless as days grow into months; seeing him on call wasn’t enough. In fact, nothing was enough to quench his thirst for hearing metal clash against his scales once more. It drove him a little mad, and the boss of Onychinus had grown so irritable that even Luke and Kieran had to inform Caleb of his status; a status he’d never say himself, of course.
Not even a step in the door and red-black tendrils quickly wrapped themselves over Caleb’s body, dragging him into the high rise building his dragon called home. He was pulled into a hug, one that was more possessive and grabby rather than friendly, but it was welcome nonetheless.
The colonel adored how Sylus grumbles when he’s happy to see him. “Easy, Sy. I couldn’t be closer to you even if I tried” He laughed as one hand stroked the back of his head, while the other ran it’s metal tips over the scales on his back, earning him a shiver.
“Guessing Mephisto gave you a heads up that I was coming? And here I thought I dodged any crow that happened to be in the sky.” Caleb teased, pulling his face away to cusp the dragon’s in his hands.
“Don’t be ridiculous, I can smell you from any point in the N109 zone.” Sylus growls as the takes one of Caleb’s hands to gnaw on it’s metal palm. Of course, with no damage at all, but it was one way to show his displeasure… and desperation.
They walked to the elevator to take them up to Sylus’ bedroom once his hand was released, each rising floor adding to their eagerness to finally be in each other’s grasp.
“I did hear news from a birdie. That a certain dragon was causing trouble in his own region without me around… something about… them needing me really badly.”
Although leaned against the metal wall with his arms crossed and a relatively nonchalant expression, the twitch from Sylus’ tail was enough to show his embarrassment. “Whoever it was, they will be dealt with appropriately.” He snapped, loud enough for the twin culprits to hear and quickly scatter away from their line of sight as they exited the elevator. There was no distraction in the world that could take his time away from Caleb.
It was rough, immediate. The dragon spared no time to sink himself into the colonel’s lips the millisecond they had privacy. Caleb allowed him to take the lead, and enjoyed the deep, longing kiss they shared before needing to breathe. Sylus misses him dearly. He savoured every kiss he plants on his partner’s fingers, which then works its way up to his neck.
“Greedy dragon. You could scratch me with those teeth-riddled kisses.”
They had backed themselves against a wall. “If me showing how much I missed you is such a crime worthy to be gossiped about, then arrest me, colonel.”
Oh, how this dragon adored being controlled.
Caleb smiled when he picked up on the quiver in his voice, “Hmm… not a bad idea.”
The roar that escaped Sylus’ lips was delectable, seeing his muscles tense and fight against his gravity evol, but it was no use. The dragon was pushed back and forced to his knees, and just like that, his face was almost as red as his eyes.
How they haven’t used their evols like this before this wasn’t really a mystery, they were just pretty romantic with their physical interactions that something like this completely slipped their mind. Sylus was always more than happy to lay for his partner and heed his every word, but something tells Caleb that this time wouldn’t be so easy.
The cyborg circled him, taking long, drawn out steps as if he’s observing how best to handle a struggling catch. To think of where would be best to bite to make him stop squirming… or perhaps how hard he should to make a certain type of cry leave his lips.
His eyes quite literally scanned Sylus and the room they were in, exposing every single dirty secret his dragon did a horrible job of hiding.
“The claw marks are a nice addition to your room. Though, I did think this type of decor was reserved for just my back.” Caleb hums with a smirk forming on his face as he gets to the bed.
“Now you’re making me not miss you at all.”
“Oh, but your bed tells another story.”
The gravity around Sylus shifts, and suddenly he’s ripped from the ground and forced to stand at the foot of his bed. He would hate to admit it, but his evol is truly impossible to fight against.
Caleb is behind the dragon, now floating off the ground to truly tower over him. His hand, agonisingly slow, grips Sylus’ jaw, and the other slides it’s way down his chest to his torso. “Could you recall what you did here while I was gone?”
Sylus rolls his eyes. “As far as I’m aware, Colonel, pleasuring myself at the thought of you is fair game.”
That admission earns a chuckle from Caleb as he leans into the back of Sylus’ neck, kissing it.“You forgot the most important detail, no?” The cyborg floats one of many jackets that was on the bed towards them, and takes in its scent. The strong fragrance of desperation and desire fills his lungs. “How my clothes are strewn all over, with your fluids soaked into the fabric.”
Sylus is the only dragon he’s ever had the pleasure of meeting, but he’s gathered enough information to know that they tend to hoard and make nests of things they liked. It’s brought his partner comfort, but he never explicitly mentioned that he’s ever jerked himself to his clothing. Caleb soaked up the heat on his face as he pecked his cheek.
The gravity finally loosened around Sylus, but he was quickly turned and pushed to lay on the bed. He almost missed the pressure that held him.
“Reenact everything you did, doll. I want to see how pretty you looked.” Caleb orders, dragging one of Sylus’ many fancy chairs over to the end of the bed to make himself comfortable.
As a dragon, Sylus had an immense amount of pride. No one has ever broken that, and it certainly won’t be broken here. As he undresses his bottom half, he tells himself that he’s just doing this to ultimately get what he wants.
A groan of relief escapes him as his cock is released from the tightness of his pants. The view Caleb was getting was glorious; his beautiful dragon laying bare for him with his legs spread, his thick tail causing his ass to deliciously squish around it.
Sylus’ moans fill the room as he gets to work, taking one of Caleb’s other jackets to his face and breathing his scent in to rile himself up.
“Never seen a prettier sight.” Caleb swoons, resting his arms on the bed as he leans in for a better view. Sylus’ scaled cock was pumped vigorously, its bumps and ridges only adding to the sounds that were filling the room. It was by all means an intimidating asset, but it was the only thing that’s ever been able to make the cyborg feel anything when penetrating him. Though this time, he smiles at the thought of it hanging uselessly as he slams deep into the dragon.
The colonel’s daydream is interrupted by low moaning. Sylus’ brows are furrowed, eyes half-lidded and his cock leaks desperately. His clawed fingers prod and push into his own tight hole, loosening himself up for Caleb without even being ordered to. His pleads are barely cohesive, sounding more like mewls and whines that become a symphony that’s truly irresistible to the cyborg.
More pleading, combined with his quivering hands and eyes welling up with tears was what broke the camel’s back.
Cold, metal fingers finally push large, scaled legs up to expose his prize fully. His tongue makes quick work at filling the emptiness when Sylus moves his fingers away. Sharp hands dig into the mattress below them, ruining the silk fabric even more than it already was.
“Such a good boy.” Caleb praises breathlessly, using a free hand to firmly grasp his partner’s cock. It’s been well established to Sylus that once the colonel has his hands on him, permission must be given for him to touch himself.
“Please sir… I need you.”
After a bit, Caleb lifts his head and replaces his tongue with two fingers, heating them up at the tips to feel a little less cold. “I know you do, but you haven’t had me in a while. I don’t want to break you.” His smile can be heard without seeing it; he knows damn well that Sylus can handle literally anything he throws at him.
But reacting to frustration by using his tail to squeeze Caleb’s torso gets him nowhere but a cautionary slap on the ass. It’s easy for Sylus to forget his own strength and cause some genuine damage. “Patience, baby.” He repositions, pushing himself up to meet his dragon’s eyes.
Three fingers now insultingly thrust into Sylus, as if the third made any difference. His teeth bit into the jacket he had up to his face in an attempt to withhold his anger, but those damn eyes of satisfaction staring at him were really sending him over the edge.
Without thinking, the dark tendrils return with a vengeance and tightly wrap themselves onto Caleb’s extremities, stringing him like a puppet. His arms were forced behind his back, legs tied together.
“Brat…” The cyborg hissed, clenching his mechanical fists as he tugs at the restraints. These binds were unusually strong, he makes a mental note that his partner’s evol may be influenced by his emotions.
“You’ve left me no choice.” Sylus grunts as he hastily undoes Caleb’s pants to unveil his crotch. His cock remains hidden behind a panel, but with enough coaxing, it will unsheathe.
“You may punish me later, but for now, I would say you owe me this much.”
Caleb chuckles, feeling his cybernetic body react to his dragon marking his territory. He throws his head back as sharp teeth make dents in the metal that covers his organic body. It will be difficult to explain this to his peers when he eventually gets repairs done, but he’ll consider keeping these battle scars if his little artist does a good job.
“Don’t disappoint me.” The cyborg manages to utter out as his cock reveals itself. It’s even shinier than his body, slick with lube that coats its surface. He could have manually unsheathed it at any point, but held off to make Sylus work for his reward at least a little bit longer.
The dragon seems unbothered by the statement as he positions Caleb’s cock to his ass, his tendrils easily moving him by his waist like a rag doll. No other words could be said before Caleb was almost entirely plunged into Sylus. This earned a harmony of moans from the both of them; oh how they’ve missed this sensation.
Finally, Sylus has gotten what he wanted. The thrusts were hard and deliberate, directly sinking into his prostate because of his puppetry. There was also satisfaction in being able to use the colonel as a mere toy that he couldn’t help but smile about. He was going to cum just from this because of all that foreplay, and knowing this, Caleb wanted to be greedy as well.
Taking advantage of the loosened energy manipulation, his gravity evol puts tension on Sylus’ neck as if to choke him slightly. He leans over the dragon to admire the lustful expressions that he is able to capture frame by frame through his cybernetic eyes.
“Gorgeous, beautiful…” Caleb hums as he kisses the side of Sylus’ mouth, to which he can only respond in short cries.
The cyborg releases the tension when he feels the tendrils let go of his arms, but he quickly cusps his partner’s face in his hands with his new found freedom. Caleb needs to see him in all his beauty.
“Going to…” Is all Sylus can breathe out
Neither held back. Sylus released first, coating both his and Caleb’s torso with a warm, thick load. Feeling the pressure tighten all around his cock, the other thrusted one last time to get deeper into his lover to truly fill him up. All while he groans the word “mine.” Under his breath.
Sylus was always the one that would be out of it by the ends of these moments, but even Caleb was winded this time. They stayed panting for a while, allowing all the adrenaline to leave their bodies until it was only soft breaths against their necks.
His eyes lazily scanned over the dragon laying bare before him, watching his chest slowly rise and fall and his expression soften.
“You surprise me every day, handsome.” Caleb pecks him on the lips before pulling himself out. Sylus wants to groan in protest for being left, but he doesn’t have the energy to.
“Don’t be mad at me. Who else is going to clean you up?”
Sylus can’t argue with that.
The dragon hibernates soundly, surrounded by his partner’s clothing in a pseudo nest after he’s properly cleaned up. He doesn’t shift from his sleeping position at all until the day starts to roll in with all its brightness piercing through to disturb his slumber. Sylus looks stunning with the light peppering his face, but Caleb pulls the curtains closed to ease his distressed partner in his sleep.
The N109 zone’s subjects are safe while the dragon overlord has been neutralised. For now.
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Crossposted to my AO3 (Jyclysm) so don't worry if you see it there too !
