Scales and Hooves (BxB) (Unicorn X Dragon)

Ch. 4 Past and Present

Molten strolled down the corridor from his bedroom to the living room-kitchen. His bare, scaly feet made quiet suction noises as each one left the icy floor. A loose pair of navy pyjama trousers hung on his hips as he walked. He let out a loud yawn, scratching his sack and flicking on the kettle once he reached the kitchen-dining area.

He leaned back on the counter, remembering how Zion grabbed him as they enjoyed their night together. He let out a happy sigh before being brought back to reality by the sound of the kettle switching itself off. He turned around and grabbed a mug from the press in front of him. After throwing some coffee granules into the mug, he heard the faint sound of hoofbeats coming down from his room he had just come from. Zion's pale figure came into the kitchen, wrapped in Molten's fluffy, grey dressing-gown—which he was sure he lost deep in his wardrobe some months ago—obviously it was no longer lost.

"Mornin'," Molten said, closing the fridge. He went back to his coffee, taking his first sip as he rummaged around in his press for some breakfast.

Zion made his way over to Molten, cuddling him from behind. He nuzzled his nape, the tips of his mane tickled the back of the drake's neck. He settled there as Molten took another sip.

Molten turned around, putting his mug down and transferring Zion's head onto his bare chest. "Cuddly in the morning, aren't you?" He noted, moving aside some of Zion's messy hair.

Zion tightened his hold on Molten around the lower part of his chest, nuzzled in between his pecs, resting his head nicely there. He let out a tired moan and murmured, "Destiny"

Molten looked down at him, surprised. "You saw the vision too?" He thought only leviathans got visions.

Zion looked up at him, his icy blue eyes locking with his sky blue ones. "I just didn't expect it would be with a dragon," he pecked him on the lips.

"Drake." He corrected, "Not dragon. Only I can call myself a dragon"

Zion chuckled deep in his throat. "Sorry, drake," he took Molten's mug from behind and took a quick, cheeky sip, before walking towards the kitchen table.

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Molten scrolled through his Tumblr dashboard, sat at the kitchen table with Zion sitting across from him, both dressed in Molten's clothes. His phone vibrated what seemed to feel like every 10 seconds—though it wasn't. He ignored each text message, Snapchat and WhatsApp that came in on his phone that were all from the same person, Ricky, his classmate and boss at the radio station he worked for. Each message said various versions of Where the fuck are you?

Zion drummed his fingers on the wooden table, bored, his chin in his palm. He glanced over the flimsy, black cover of Molten's cheap Huawei phone00 knock-off, seeing him scroll past several posts that he should have liked but wasn't paying much attention to. He took his eyes off the screen and looked around, to the photos on the walls and then back to himself.

"Molten?" He asked softly.

"Hmm?" He replied, not taking his eyes off the screen. When Zion didn't respond, he looked up, seeing the stern expression on his face. He turned off the screen and placed it face down on the table. "Go on."

Zion let out a slow breath. "How much do you know about unicorns?" He asked, dead serious.

Molten thought to himself for a moment. "Not much," he said, honestly but sheepishly, shifting back into his chair.

After a few moments, Zion asked: "Then what do you know?" He moved closer to the table, leaning on it once again.

He breathed out and adjusted himself in his seat. "Just the history between the two lands, not much else."