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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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.."