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Slade had an eye for precious things.
As a dragon, this was perfectly natural. He had mountains of wealth and precious trinkets stowed away in hordes around the world, but he still craved more.
These days, Slade walked the earth in a human form. Dragon’s had been hunted to the point of extinction over the years so it was just easier this way. Slade didn’t really care about his kin: they were just greedy as he was. Without them, there was more for him. The human’s just thought he was some mercenary with enhanced strength and healing abilities.
Slade didn’t see the point in correcting them. So long as he got his money, he was content.
He’d had children with several human women, but his young had all been human as well. He hadn’t cared. He’s coveted his children jealously and controlled them until he lost them. Slade regretted that part sometimes, but mostly he still day dreamed about carrying them back to his horde so he could have all his precious things in one place.
Then he’d met the Wayne Prince.
Slade chided himself for not spotting the boy sooner. He had, admittedly, been distracted by the beautiful Crown Prince- fae were always fun- but once Slade got closer, the scent was unmistakable: the boy had dragon blood in him. Somewhere in his family line- possibly on both sides considering how clear the scent was- there had been a dragon. Jason may not have manifested any obvious traits, probably wasn’t even aware of his less than human heritage, but dragons could always sniff out their kin.
Especially a brooder.
It had been centuries since Slade had thought about hatchlings. At the time, he’d been young and uninterested in sharing his treasures with anyone, much less a mate or any greedy dragons. Now Slade was much more aware of what treasures they would be.
Especially because any young Jason gave him would be proper dragons.
It was a once in a lifetime chance. Slade wasn’t going to wait around for someone else to discover his prize and steal him.
Slade hadn’t transformed in years, but it felt good to stretch his wings. The screams of horror and surprise were a nice touch too. No one had seen dragons in several generations, and they’d faded into nothing but myth.
That meant that knowledge of dragon slaying had also been almost completely lost.
In his true form, it was so much easier to pick out Jason’s scent from the rest. The boy fought viciously- a fact that only made him only more perfect- breaking his sword on Slades scales harmlessly.
Slade blew out a plume of special smoke that caused all the humans around him to pass out. Jason took a little while longer, but eventually he went down too. A good thing too, because knights were swarming towards the plaza. Not that they could do him any harm, but they might hurt Jason in their hurry to ‘slay the beast’ as it were.
Which was not something Slade would be tolerating.
Slade scooped up his new mate’s body as it fell, holding him gently in his claw before taking to the sky.
He didn’t bother with subtly as he flew, instead opting for speed and putting a fair amount of distance between them and Gotham. They were going to be followed anyway, there wasn’t much for it.
Not until Slade had a moment to make his own preparation anyway. For that, they’d need a pit-stop.
Slade dropped out of the sky carefully at one of his more modest bases. He transformed back into his preferred human guise and laid the young prince out on a soft rug where he could begin stripping him of everything that came before Slade. It was mostly because of the magical items he found sewn into the seams of the prince’s tunic and armor that would allow them to be tracked. It was also because Slade was quite possessive and he didn’t see the point in denying himself.
Slade burned magic trinkets to ash and left the rest of the prince’s belongings in a pile to be found by whatever search party was sent along.
Jason had an enthralling body, but Slade didn’t let himself get too distracted. There’d be time enough to properly admire his prize once they were at a more secure locations. In the meantime, the prince needed to be covered if he was to survive the frigid temperatures of the flight.
It was good then that Slade took such pleasure in dressing his newest treasure in the fine clothes he had collected over the years.
The prince started to rouse then- far faster than any human would have- so Slade leaned down to breath another plume of smoke directly between those parted lips.
The thought of mine, mine, MINE was getting harder to ignore, and Slade allowed himself a pleased rumble before gathering the boy up again and taking to the sky, this time far higher than any human eye could track... higher than anyone without dragon blood would be able to survive. The fact that Jason just frowned in his sleep only proved what Slade already knew:
He was going to be perfect.
Slade flew them out of Gotham, through Metropolis, over Themisceria and Tameran, and out into the wildlands where few humans bothered to venture due to its inhospitable nature. There lay his most secure horde; the only place worthy of housing his newest treasure. He took special pleasure in sealing them inside away from the prying eyes of the world and any lookouts that came for Jason.
By the time they reemerged, Slade would make sure Jason was just as invested in this as he was.
Just as before, the effects of the sleeping smoke wore off quite quickly. Jason pretended he wasn’t awake at first, which Slade found immensely amusing. He could hear the way the boy’s heart started racing as he took in his new surroundings. Slade entertained a fantasy of enjoying his prize right then, letting Jason squirm beneath him as he tore him out of his clothes until he was laid bare on the mountain of treasure for Slade’s eyes to feast on. But Slade was loathed to destroy such fine clothes needlessly. Maybe one day if he could bare to put Jason into something cheap and ugly.
Stranger things had happened.
Jason’s eyes crept open as Slade started to transform, widening as Slade assumed his human guise.
“You…” Jason gaped.
“Indeed,” Slade agreed, pleased that the prince recognized him, wasting no time in crawling over the boy and starting on the clasps of his clothes.
“What the fuck-? No!” Jason said furiously, immediately struggling and kicking out purposefully.
Slade grunted as the blow landed, but dragons were made of sterner stuff than humans so he merely said, “Careful there, we’re going to need that.”
“Like fuck we are!” Jason snarled, “You fucking kidnapped me!”
“Is that your only objection?” Slade inquired, parting Jason’s collar to bite at the vulnerable skin of his neck. Jason’s body instantly responded to the touch, dragon instincts flaring to greedily press back before his human side caught up and he began struggling again.
“It’s a pretty important objection,” Jason said.
Slade rather liked the defiant glint in the boy’s eyes. A normal human would be terrified to be in the clutches of a beast, but Slade’s Dragon Boy looked like he was planning all the ways he would try to kill him if Slade didn’t listen to him.
He was so so perfect.
“Mmm, we can wait if you’d prefer,” Slade agreed easily, stopping his quest to rid Jason of his clothes, and contented himself with licking at his neck, “I can be patient.”
“Then prepare to wait forever,” Jason snapped, fingers scratching against Slade’s bare skin harmlessly.
“So be it,” Slade shrugged, pulling away.
So long as no one else was stealing what was his, Slade would be content with simply possessing the young dragon boy.
Besides, taking the boy by force would only harm him. Slade took good care of his things. The best treasures were freely given. Ideally, the little dragon would agree to be his mate, but barring that, Slade would treasure him. Such was the nature of dragons.
Slade doubted he’d have to wait forever, though he could: dragons were functionally immortal unless they were killed. As a part-dragon, Jason would have probably have had an unusually long life, aging much slower than his peers, coming back from wounds that would have killed a normal person. With Slade’s help he would live even longer. The longer he stayed and ate dragon food- even better, if he let Slade spill inside him- he would start changing, gaining more and more dragon characteristics. Soon, he’d want him just as much. His instincts wouldn’t have it any other way.
Then, Jason’s very body would change one day enough that Slade could press his eggs inside him to brood and develop.
They’d have hatchlings.
“You’re such a fucking liar,” Jason scoffed in disgust as Slade’s cock twitched against him at the thought.
“A dragon never breaks his word,” was all Slade said in reply.