Captive - for @icejacking

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His name was Mick.

He could remember that much. A warm voice crooning to him while he was still in his shell, telling him his name and his birthright. Fire. Beautiful, changing, defining flame. They were the memories that sustained him during his capture and eventual enslavement. A half-breed was rare enough that he fetched a pretty high price on the wizarding black market and Mick despised every one of his owners.

Druse had been the worst. Denying him fire, denying him his born power. He’d tried to mold him into the perfect assassin and for the sake of only brief freedoms, Mick had played along. Choosing to answer to Chronos and assassinate anyone who got in his way. It wasn’t the best life but it gave him the freedom to fly once in a long while and Mick relished those times almost as much as when he would secretly summon fire. Kept locked away in a tower when he wasn’t needed, he could hold the fire in his hand and watch it for hours. Raw and beautiful and it was Mick’s first and only love.

Then a deal had been brokered and Mick found himself with a new owner. Whatever. New name, same demands. He knew the score by now.

What he didn’t expect was for the wizard in question to have a Tiefling for a son. And Leonard Snart was intriguing. He looked at Mick carefully, like he was a complex puzzle that required solving. A year into his tenure and they had become friends, or at least as close to friends as Mick had ever had in his life. Len never called him Chronos. He simply shrugged and asked for something to call him by and without hesitating, Mick gave him his true name. Snart was quick, intelligent and a hell of a lot better at magic than his idiot father. They’d work together on jobs, always reporting back and if Lenny started to hold back some of what they had stolen, Mick never commented on it. He might never be free, but he’d make sure Len and his sister could start their own lives.

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Tieflings by nature have a sensual draw to them, an alluring presance that most find almost irresistible. Obviously not every one feels the same, many are still able to call them demons and drive them out, but somewhere in their bellies their curiosity wants more. That sort of power over beings like humans is part of why they are so frightened of Tieflings, and that desire they claim is evil. Leonard is aware of the stories of what they say about what he is, but to be fair he's never seen or tested any of it. He never really felt welcome in taverns or was comfortable in social situations.

But the way the half-dragon pauses, how he almost stalks towards him like a predator bearing down on his prey is both a powerful sight and a somewhat frightening one. He stays where he's seated though, wanting, waiting to see what he'll do. He's seen the looks Mick gives him when he thinks he's not paying attention, knows he's been watching him when he bathes. It's never felt... wrong. It always stirred something within him, something that flares stronger still with the way the other is looking at him now.

Long, prehensile tail sweeps behind him, tip flicking with the charged air. He's trembling slightly with anticipation, a little scared but mostly excited, it's no difference than facing the danger of being caught. The rush of a heist. Only this is so much more potent. Especially when the other finally crosses the distance between them and takes his lips, kissing him hard. It's sloppy and hungry, either fumbling with inexperience but just going with what their instincts tell them. Soon they find their rhythm and before he knows it he's on his back with the hulking form over him and his heart threatening to break through his sternum. His tail loops around Mick's waist, tongue teasing as the kiss deepens and he parts his thighs to let their bodies crash together.

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When Len wants to, he can move like water. Flow with power and grace and Mick has wanted him since that first day he watched him bathe, watched those hands on blue skin and he wanted it to be his hands, wanted it to be him with Len in the water. Touching.

But dragons, even half-dragons, and water don't exactly mix well.

He doesn't move, doesn't stop him and when Mick is close enough and their mouths crash together a possessive growl rumbles deep in his chest. Instinct tells them how to tilt their heads, how to deepen the kiss and then it's warm slide of tongue against tongue, hands clutching and gripping as they can finally have this. Len wants just as much as Mick has been wanting him and there's a freedom and joy to it as he settles his weight, keeping most of it braced on his knees and elbows, savoring the kiss for as long as he can.

Mick knows, at least in theory, what's supposed to happen. You don't work as muscle on heists or guard crooks and thieves and killers and not hear tales around the fire. But it's never something he's had for himself and as he rocks his hips down and forward the friction and pressure is tantalizing. Promising more once they get things like clothes out of the way.

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The pair of them rut together, enveloped in each others heat and consuming one another until Len has to break the kiss to breathe. He groans low with a particularly good thrust of Mick's hips and he'll spread long fingers down his back to grip the base of each wing firmly. He rolls into him a few more times, panting and rasping low before he can't take it anymore. His breeches are getting too uncomfortable for words and the clothes have got to go.

He gently pushes the half-dragon back, "let me get up a minute. I promise you won't regret it."

He peers up at him with a flush to his cheeks, he's very clearly aroused, "I need to get out of my clothes."

He doesn't really know what to do after that but skin on skin would be much better regardless of how this all ends.

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Cool fingers wrapping around the base of each wing draws a shuddering groan from the half dragon as he buries his face in Len's neck, gasping for breath. More. Everything in him is screaming for more. More taste, more touch, more of that delicious friction and building heat between them.

He doesn't want him to get up, doesn't want to break an instant of contact until he's told why and then Mick is sitting back so they can both strip out of their clothes. Whatever comes next, they need clothes out of the way.

The Tiefling is just as beautiful as he was the first day Mick saw him. Only this time he can touch. This time he can run a hand down his chest and across his stomach, wrapping a hand around him, getting used to the weight and feel of him. Mick gives a few experimental strokes, watching to see how he reacts.

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When allowed to his feet he'll notice the way his knees are weak, or how his hands are shaking as he takes off his vest or pulls off his shirt to throw it aside. He turns so his back is to Mick, trying not to be too distracted or intimidated by where things are going since it's his first time. There are patterns of darker blue, almost obsidian scales traveling up from the base of his tail and along his spine, splitting out in jagged arcs to follow the curve of his hips and waist. There are more plates at the top of his spine, along his shoulders and doing much the same as the ones on his lower back, only flowing down. More plates line his thighs, along his chest and shoulders at the front. A trail of hair comes up from his nether regions but otherwise he's hairless aside from whats on his head and face.

He kicks off his boots and with deft fingers reaches behind him to undo the bindings of his pants at the top of his tail. The cloth goes slack and falls from slender hips as the half-dragon finishes disrobing, giving the other a familiar view. Only this time, in his arousal his tail angles slightly at the very base to flash a teasing view of a much more intimate sight.

He swallows a lump in his throat as he stands nude, heart fluttering and beating hard with nervousness. It's not as if the other hasn't seen him naked before, he knows he's watched him bathe, but the charged air and close proximity is making his stomach do flip-flops.

He glances over his shoulder to see the other move up behind him and for a brief moment he tenses at the first exploratory touch. He's not used to such gentle affections, or the very obvious desire for him. He trembles softly but quickly gets a firm hold on himself and leans back against Mick as his hand travels further down his belly. The girth of his tail is slightly lifted out of the way and looped aside to make room for Mick's hips, feeling the heat and thickness of his cock as he presses up against him. His tail wraps around a strong thigh to keep him close.

His stomach lurches and his back curls when the half-dragon first wraps his hand around his hardness and gives a few strokes. His breath hitches in a shuddered inhale as he closes his eyes and tips his head back against a broad shoulder. He loops an arm up and back around his neck, digging his fingers into the muscle of his shoulder as he moans, hips rocking into the touch while simultaneously rubbing his ass into Mick's cock. He stretches his body out for him so he has a good view of just what he's doing to him, feeling him writhe against him.

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And where Len has plates interlocking along his shoulders and spine, running in intricate patters down his dark skin, Mick has patches of more subtle scales. Gleaming in tones of bronze and gold in the half-light of the fire along broad shoulders, the line of his spine raised in harder, almost armored bumps that can morph into spines in the heat of battle. The scales are mottled with heavy scars along his arms and chest, a battle that had very nearly cost the half-dragon his life early in his youth.

The only hair on his body is the faint stubble along his jaw, a nod to his half-human heritage but the innate heat in his body was enough to burn away the rest as he'd grown.

Mick is still panting for air as he presses up against him, feeling the cool skin of the Tiefling against his body, the tantalizing squeeze of his tail around his thigh. He growls as Len writhes against him, wanting more, needing more as bare skin slips and slides along his eager cock. However far they get he knows he's going to make it so good for his partner. The half-dragon wants to see him come undone, to see that dark skin sheened with sweat and cry out in ecstasy.

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All of this is intoxicating, and for his first time he's having a hard time not losing himself to it to just mindlessly grind and moan until he's undone from just this. He manages to keep a grip on his clarity and he'll realize he needs something more to really make him unravel. It occurs to him it would feel better with some lubricant.

"M-mick," He hums as those fingers find a really great spot at the underside of his head.

"The packs... theres--there's some oil... get it." He keeps oil to massage into his skin and scales, to keep them from getting too dry and flakey or to crack and become painful. It keeps everything strong while giving it a lovely sheen. And they can be easily used as a great lube for more pleasurable things. If he doesn't find that there is cooking oil too.

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It takes Mick a moment to process what Len is talking about. He's too caught up in the moment, the press and writhe of the body against him, feeling muscles bunch and shift as he tastes his neck and shoulder. "Oil." Right. Oil. Blinking he moves back to their packs, rummaging around for the oil that Len favors for his scales. "C'mere." He takes a moment to rearrange a few of their sleeping blankets close to the fire.

Bronze eyes gleam in the firelight. "Wanna be able to see you." Mick can slick up a hand and touch him better this way, can drink in every reaction, every heave of his body as he touches and explores.

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When Mick leaves his back it feels like he's going to bonelessly crumple to the ground. He manages to get his knees and legs to not turn into jelly and remain upright, though he's shivering without the warmth and heat of his partner. His tail swishes and curls, frantically searching for something to latch onto before it just wraps around his own leg and waist, needing contact. He's painfully hard and wanting and it aches that they've stopped.

So naturally when Mick finally calls him over he'll eagerly go and at first he stoops down on hands and knees, unsure how the other wants him. He can only think to animals and how they rut together, this would be easier, right? Stretching out his back by the fire his tail shifts and arches, lifting up out of the way to expose himself. He glances over his shoulder giving Mick a pleading come-hither glance, gently stroking his aching length to relieve some of the pressure.

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Mick doesn't want to leave his partner, doesn't want to stop at all, but there's the promise of more and that's enough to drive him towards the fire and the oil that he needs.

The sight of the Tiefling crawling closer, the firelight shimmering off his dark skin and the dusky plates is enough to steal his breath. A heavy hand settles on his hip, smoothing along the curve of his ass, down his flank. He's beautiful.

He coats one palm in oil, pressing himself up against his partner to drag a slick hand along his length, kissing down his shoulder and nipping eagerly at his neck, tasting the salt on his skin. It's not exactly like the mating dances of other dragons, executed in flight, but the intent is still the same. One act will bind him to Snart for the rest of his days.

The slick hand drags back across his hip, pressing a finger against his enticing entrance, just below where his tail quivers eagerly. "Will you let me, Lenny?"

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His heart is jack-hammering in his chest, threatening to leap up into his throat and strangle the air from him. He's nervous and excited all in one as he leans down to fold his hands under his cheek and rest his head, thighs apart and ass up. His cock throbs, bobbing softly as a bead of precum seeps out the tip from anticipation alone. His balls tighten at the first touch, belly lurching and hips rolling with the brush an oiled hand. He shudders, breath hitching and goosebumps spreading out down his back.

His tail twitches, lifting up and wrapping around the thick torso, looping up over a broad shoulder to round the slender end around his chest. His ass pushes out into the brush of oiled fingers over his entrance, angling so he has complete access.

"Yes, please, Mick. I want it." He's aching so badly for it. Whatever it ends up being. He's practically dizzy with need.

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Mick has never wanted much in life. A good score, a moderately sized hoard to protect, fire, that's about it. Never once in his entire life did he think he could have something like this. A partner and mate, someone who wanted him in return.

A pleased hum at the wrap of his tail around him and Mick strokes his fingers along it as he settles in behind him. He's not a small man, he's going to have to use some of that oil to smooth the way and folding himself over Len's back he kisses along his neck, biting at his shoulder to distract him as he sinks a finger into the warm clutch of his body.

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There is a more reckless part of him that wants to just throw caution to the wind and tell Mick to just put it in, he doesn't care how big he is, how thick it is. He wants to feel the other fill him, to know what it's like to be taken, rough or soft, he doesn't care. He wants it bad.

But the more logical part of himself manages to wrangle down that desire, knowing damn well he's never had anything like this before. He's still young, they both are, they've both been hidden away from the world without much in the way of intimate contact with anyone. He's worked out his own sexual nature, has a general idea what he likes or how to pleasure another, but he never got the chance to try.

He knows he'll need to be prepared for it to not hurt as much. He imagines it'll be uncomfortable at first no matter how much prep they manage, but he's ready. The heat of Mick pressed against his body is comforting and imposing. All these strange yet arousing and conflicting feelings are overwhelming but wonderful. His breath hitches at the sharp bite at his shoulder, or the press of a thick finger into him.

He breathes through it, closing his eyes and his brows furrow and he just concentrates on how Mick is crowding his senses, just feeling his way through everything. It burns, but it slowly ebbs away into pleasure and gets easier with each press and slide of his hand.

"Please..." He moans low as his body gives way and relaxes at the stretching of his hand inside of him. He'll quiver with each prod against his prostate, precum dripping off his cock.

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As much as Mick might want to just put it in, to feel the way Len shivers and clenches around him, he wants it to be good for both of them. They've had enough pain in their lives. This needs to be perfect. Warmth and heat and want. So he tamps down on his impatience, working in one finger and another, listening to the soft and eager sounds Len makes with each press.

He keeps pressing in close against Len, breathing in his partner, the scent of his skin and how eager he moves back up against him. Once he can get three fingers in easily, Mick pulls back, using some of the oil to slick up his cock. One hand on Len's hip, he uses the other to guide himself into Len's waiting entrance.

Tight. It's tight and warm and Mick swallows a growl as he forces himself to press in slowly. He screws his eyes shut, breathing in short gasps as he takes his time, finally stopping once he's fully seated inside him and it's better than Mick ever could have dreamed of.

"Nnh. Lenny.."