The Devil & The Draxon

8. Memories of Meeting

Lying on the tall black throne was a large, black and orange dragon. A pair of sharp horns emerged from the dragon's head, pointing backward, while razor-sharp claws drummed lightly against the arm of the throne. His ombre orange wings were folded and resting against his body, tail draped lazily over the other arm of the throne. Shimmering sunset orange eyes narrowed and locked on the angel.

Samael couldn't understand what the King said, but judging from posture and facial expression, he assumed it was something along the lines of an angry, "what is an angel doing in my realm?"

The three dragons conversed quickly before the golden and blue dragons bowed and left the room, leaving the angel with the draxon, the King of Dragons.

The dragon got up, stepping down the dais towards the angel. Samael's eyes widened as sharp cracks suddenly echoed in the room and the dragon shifted into a man slightly taller than the angel. Black hair that faded to orange fell in soft waves to end near the middle of his back. Black clothes fit for a king and trimmed in a golden material hung on the man's frame, and while his features weren't sharp, they weren't soft either. His wings and tail were still out, piercing now-black eyes studying the angel.

'Fuck, he's beautiful,' Samael thought, quickly looking away and missing the smirk that came to the king's lips.

"Angels don't come into my realm without invitation," the King said, his deep voice sending chills down Samael's spine. "What are you doing wandering my realm?"

Samael swallowed before answering. "I was curious and only wanted to explore. Dad said not to come here and naturally, that only made me even more curious. So I decided to sneak in to look around."

The King studied the angel for a long moment before nodding. "I appreciate the honesty. And that first comment about me."

Realizing the King could read minds, Samael paled then blushed furiously, looking anywhere but the smirking man in front of him.

"I won't punish you," the King continued, "but seeing as you seem as drawn to me as I am to you, I ask that you stay awhile so we may get to know each other."

"I... I'd love to," Samael whispered. "Samael... that's my name. Yours?"

"Nyxeus," the King replied, taking the angel's hand and kissing the back like you may greet a lady. "But you may call me Nyx."

Samael felt a heat rush to his cheeks again and mentally cursed the man for making him feel like that before cursing himself for forgetting the king could read minds.

"Not just read minds," Nyx said, amused. "I can control them as easily as I breathe."

The King's eyes flashed and glowed orange and a strange sensation came over the angel's body. He could feel his limbs, but they were no longer under his control. Samael could only watch as his body took a few steps back, his wings coming out.

Nyx stepped closer, looking at the white feathered wings. His hand reached out and, sensing the angel was alright with it, his fingers sunk into the feathers, running over them gently. Samael was given back control over his body, but he kept still, letting the King look over his wings curiously.

"Feathers are weird," Nyx mumbled. "They look so delicate."

"And dragon wings look demonic," Samael replied, looking at the draxon's wings and getting a scoff in return. "Are beings you control always aware of it?"

"No," Nyx said, still examining the angel's wings, incredibly curious and having never had the chance. "I can put their minds into unconsciousness while I control them, or I can leave a seed of my magic in their heads to monitor their thoughts and influence their decisions. I guess you could say I manipulate minds. Control them, make them forget certain things, change their opinions and so on."

"That's... incredibly powerful," Samael whispered, realizing just how dangerous the Dragon King was.

Nyx moved to stand in front of the angel. "Yes, it is. Especially in the wrong hands... When you first walked into my throne room, I looked into your mind. I saw your intentions, your opinions and your personality. And I decided that you are one of the few non-dragons that will not try to manipulate me to take advantage of what I can do."

"Others have tried?" Samael asked softly.

"Indeed," Nyx replied. "Many years ago. Your father tried to as well. It has left me feeling quite lonely for all the centuries I have lived. Yet I see something... different in you, Samael."

Lucifer blinks, a smile coming to his lips at the memory. At least two, maybe three, millennia earlier, yet still clear in his mind. Just like the moment he first told the draxon he loved him. That adorably nervous look he had was something Lucifer has never again seen on the draxon's expression.

"Nyx," Samael whispered, sitting with the draxon in his bedroom as the two cuddled together. "I... I lo—"

"Samael," Nyx cut him off, voice soft. "I want to be sure you understand what those words mean if you say them to me. Don't get me wrong, I would be overjoyed to have you as mine, but I want you to know exactly what that entails."

"And what is that?" Samael replied.

Nyx got up, pacing in front of the angel. "Despite how I may be able to appear, I am still a dragon and I always will be. You will need to be able to accept me in both forms, and with the habits and instincts dragons have."

"I already have," Samael said.

"Dragons mate for life, Samael. There will be no changing your mind or turning away. And I am quite possessive and protective."

"I can live with that," the angel said, standing up and grasping the draxon's hands softly.

Nyx kept his eyes downcast. "You don't know what I can become when those I care about are threatened. That side of me is not always rational, Samael, and while you are someone I care about deeply, that I will never hurt, if your family threatens my dragons or even you, I cannot say what may ensure. Could you accept that?"

Samael hesitated then nodded. "If they manage to make you, who is always so calm and collected, that angry then they deserve it... I love you, Nyxeus, so much it hurts."

Nyx's eyes lifted to meet Samael's, searching for any hint of a lie. They found none. The draxon's nervous expression melted away and he smiled, kissing the angel deeply.

"I love you too, Samael. I always will."

What ensured had been the best sex Lucifer had ever had before that. As they spent years together, it seemed to keep getting better and better.

*You know,* Nyx hisses as he slithers into the throne room, *it's really hard to think properly when you're thinking about sex, love.*

"You were looking into my mind," Lucifer accuses as the dragon moves closer.

*I wanted to see what you were doing,* Nyx replies, climbing onto the throne and lying behind the devil, tail resting in Lucifer's lap, lightly rubbing against him and eliciting a low moan. *And what do I find?*

"I was remembering the first time I told you I loved you," Lucifer says, head tilting back and falling against the draxon's shoulder as the king kept teasing him.

Nyx bends his head down, lightly touching his nose against Lucifer's cheek. *That was a very memorable time, wasn't it.*

Lucifer nods, hand reaching to grab the draxon's tail and keep it from moving. "Either stop teasing me or take it farther."

Nyx laughs, pulling his tail from Lucifer's grasp and shifting into his human form, keeping his wings and tail out and continuing his movements against the devil. "Well, then there's only one choice, isn't there, my love."