Dragon's Heart, Hero's Will

Chapter 55: Shelter from the Storm

The cave is quiet, save for the soft crackle of a small fire Katsuki built, its warm glow flickering across the stone walls. The chaos of the outside world feels distant, pushed away by the warmth between them. In the stillness, it’s just the two of them—nothing else matters.

Kirishima sits beside Katsuki, his body still thrumming with the aftershocks of everything that’s happened. But here, in this hidden cave, with his mate so close, the tension in his muscles finally eases. His dragon is calm, satisfied, knowing his mate is safe.

Katsuki leans back, his eyes half-lidded as he stares into the fire, but his attention is fully on the warmth radiating from Kirishima beside him. “We should stay here for now,” he mutters, his voice low, softer than usual. “Let things blow over. It’s quieter here. Just us.”

Kirishima doesn’t hesitate, his arm wrapping around Katsuki’s waist, pulling him close. His body presses against Katsuki’s, a living furnace of warmth and strength. “Yeah,” he agrees, his voice low and rough. “Just us.”

Katsuki shifts slightly, leaning into the heat of Kirishima’s chest. He feels the steady thrum of Kirishima’s heart, the protective strength behind every breath. There’s something primal in the way they fit together, a bond that runs deeper than words. It’s been that way for as long as he can remember.

Kirishima’s hand moves up Katsuki’s back, his touch gentle but firm, as though reminding him of the promise that lingers between them—I’ll always protect you.

“Eijiro…” Katsuki’s voice comes out in a whisper, more vulnerable than he’d ever let anyone else hear. His fingers tighten against Kirishima’s arm as a surge of warmth spreads through his chest.

Kirishima growls softly, the sound low and possessive. “I’ve got you, Katsuki,” he breathes, his lips brushing against Katsuki’s ear. His hands roam slowly, reverently, over Katsuki’s body, memorizing every inch of skin, every scar, every muscle. He needs to feel him, to know that Katsuki is real, here in his arms.

Katsuki shivers, but not from the cold. The heat between them is building, simmering, threatening to boil over. His lips part as Kirishima’s mouth trails down his neck, soft kisses turning into something more heated, more desperate.

Katsuki’s fingers bury themselves in Kirishima’s hair, tugging him closer, their breaths mingling in the space between them. His heart races, not from fear, but from the undeniable pull of the bond they share, something deeper than instinct.

“You’re mine,” Kirishima growls, his voice rough, his dragon side bleeding into his words.

Katsuki doesn’t push him away. Instead, he pulls him closer, his body arching into Kirishima’s touch. “Yeah,” he whispers, his voice barely audible, “Yours.”

The heat between them explodes, their bodies moving together in a desperate, primal rhythm. Kirishima’s hands grip Katsuki’s waist, his touch reverent and possessive all at once. His lips find Katsuki’s, and the kiss is rough, hungry, filled with all the emotions he’s been holding back.

Katsuki kisses him back just as fiercely, his body on fire as he gives in to the pull between them. There’s no room for hesitation, no space for fear—just them, their bodies pressed together in the heat of the moment.

The cave walls echo with the sound of their heavy breathing, the soft moans and growls that escape their lips. Time blurs, the outside world forgotten as they lose themselves in each other. Kirishima’s dragon instincts pulse beneath the surface, his need to protect and claim his mate driving every movement, every touch.

Katsuki’s hands grip Kirishima’s shoulders, his nails digging in as he gasps for breath, his body trembling from the intensity of it all. “Eijiro…” His voice is rough, hoarse, but filled with something deeper than words can express.

Kirishima growls low in his throat, his hands tightening on Katsuki’s hips as he pulls him even closer, their bodies perfectly aligned. “I’ve got you, Katsuki,” he whispers, his voice rough but tender, his lips brushing against Katsuki’s neck as they move together, lost in the heat and passion of the moment.

It’s not just about the physical—it’s about the connection, the unbreakable bond that ties them together. Kirishima’s dragon instincts scream at him to protect, to shelter, to love. And Katsuki, for all his strength, lets himself fall into that warmth, into the safety of Kirishima’s arms.

They move together, a perfect rhythm, the heat between them building until it reaches its peak. And when it does, it’s like the world itself shatters around them, leaving only the two of them, tangled together in the aftermath of it all.

Kirishima collapses against Katsuki, his chest heaving, his body slick with sweat. Katsuki’s fingers trace lazy patterns over Kirishima’s back, his heart still racing, but there’s a sense of peace settling over them now, a calm after the storm.

For a while, neither of them speaks, their breathing the only sound in the cave. Kirishima pulls Katsuki closer, his arms wrapping around him protectively, his dragon instincts still humming beneath the surface. Safe. Warm. Mine.

Eventually, Katsuki shifts, pressing a soft kiss to Kirishima’s temple. “Don’t get all clingy on me now,” he mutters, but there’s no real bite to his words.

Kirishima just chuckles, tightening his grip slightly. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

They fall into a comfortable silence, their bodies still entwined, the heat of the fire slowly fading but the warmth between them remaining. Outside, the world may still be in chaos, but here, in this cave, they have each other. And for now, that’s all they need.

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Dreams of Another Time

As they drift off into sleep, their dreams intertwine once again, pulling them into a world that feels both distant and familiar.

Katsuki dreams of being a barbarian prince, fierce and unyielding, ruling with fire and strength. Beside him, Kirishima is his loyal dragon, his protector, always by his side. They charge into battle together, their bond unbreakable, forged in fire and blood.

Kirishima’s dreams are similar, filled with memories of being a dragon shifter, bound to his prince by an ancient oath. He remembers the weight of his wings, the feel of the wind beneath them as he flies beside his mate, ready to defend him with his life.

Their dreams blur together, overlapping, until they’re no longer sure where one ends and the other begins. But there’s one thing they both know for certain, whether in dreams or reality—they belong to each other. Always have, always will.