Priceless

-vulture-cloud

A triumphant shout could be heard echoing 'round the mountain, a few birds rising hastily from their treetop perches and flapping away into the wind. On a cave somewhere around halfway up this peak, a redheaded dragon stared up in shock at the human proudly sitting on top of his chest. "You are... Very excited about this, aren't you?"

Bakugou grinned. "I fucking beat you, Ei! Fucking finally!"

Eijirou laughed. "What I meant to say was, that was a rather loud roar that you did just there."

"It's the barbarian war cry, blame my tribe," Bakugou easily answered. "Now, I think we had a deal!"

The redhead froze, something like hurt creeping over his face. "Oh. O--okay. Uh. I can go, then. If--if that's what you want."

Bakugou cocked his head. "What the fuck, Eijirou? I already said I'd never kick you out, and besides our deal was about information n' all that shit, you know?"

"Oh." Eijirou laughed. "Right. I'm an idiot, aren't I?"

"Nah," Bakugou said. "You're my idiot."

Eijirou blinked. "How is that any different?" He asked, grinning.

"Well," Bakugou began, then paused. "You're mine, which is obviously better, because of obvious reasons. And-" He paused again, then continued. "It also means I like you, which is a shitload better."

"And why is that?"

"...'Cause I like fuckin' nobody."

"Except me?"

Bakugou huffed a laugh. "Yeah. Except you."

Instead of one of his usual loud, toothy grins, Eijirou smiled soft and small at that. Fuck. He's cute. "Alright," Bakugou said, shaking his head to focus his thoughts back on questions and not on pretty dragon boys.

"Alright," Eijirou echoed. "What do you want to know?"

"The fuck were you doing in my forest? And where the hell were those claw-marks from?"

"Whoa, whoa, slow down, I can only do one at a time," Eijirou laughed. "And it's still not your forest, Blasty. We've been over this. It belongs to itself."

"And I rule over it," Bakugou said.

"Well," the redhead drawled, "I suppose it doesn't hurt anything if you're king of the forest... But I want to be your consort."

"No." Bakugou's answer was fast and harsh, but he quickly charged on before Ei could say jack shit. "You're the second king. Not consort."

"Ooh, you're giving us equal power, are you, King Blasty?"

"Fuck off, 's what I fucking said, isn't it?" He half-mumbled. "Now just answer the questions."

Eijirou paused. "Wait, sorry, what were they again?"

Bakugou sighed, grinning a bit. "What were you doing in my--our, our forest. And where'd you get the wounds from."

"Okay, uh," the redhead began. "I was in the forest 'cause I was running, and I got the wounds accidentally."

"Well, nobody purposely gets a wound of that size," Bakugou retorted. "Why were you running?"

"The--the tribe. They'd been... They'd been killed. And I was running from the killer, and because I had nowhere else to go."

Bakugou ran his fingers through tangled red hair in an attempt to comfort his lover. "I--fuck, I'm sorry, Ei, we don't have to talk about it."

Eijirou shook his head. "I--I think it's good for me to actually talk about it, after all this time. I spent too long not thinking about it, you know?" He paused, breathing in deep before continuing. "I got clawed by a dragon. During... While they were being killed. There was so much fire, and blood, and no one really knew what they were doing, and I was in the way when someone kicked back, and... That happened. And--and I ran, like the fucking coward I am, and they all died."