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Immortality could be a dangerous thing.

It was seen in dragons, most often. There was no known age at which a dragon would die naturally; the oldest were rumored to be thousands of years old, beacons of wisdom and intelligence - yet those were few and far between. Far too many were content to live out their endless lives on piles of gold and jewels, hoarded over the years. Others...

Well, A'kaias was a good example.

He was a textbook case - an arrogant dragon who had begun as a whelp that enjoyed taking things from others, and grown into an admittedly handsome beast with little to no understanding of social norms. He'd never been interested in getting to know others, having begun and stayed as a loner.

A'kaias was the child that would always shy away from the group, going off on his own to explore instead. More often than not, he'd return days later, proudly carrying some poor creature he'd managed to hunt down, to the horror of the dragons in charge.

But his proclivities weren't entirely to blame. A'kaias was one of the unfortunate few dragons to have been born with pitch-black scales; they were a known phenomenon amongst the bestial creatures, and while they were beautiful in their own right...

They were often shunned.

It was the nature of the magic they possessed. Dragons with glimmering red scales controlled fire. Shimmering blue told of the power to manipulate water. Brown was the ability to move the very earth - on and on, a veritable rainbow of colors.

Rarest amongst them were dragons of white. No dragon was born with that sort of magic, the ability to control every element there was and the very force of life itself. No, the power had to be earned. How it was obtained, however, was a closely guarded secret.

Even now, there were only five dragons in existence with those pure white scales, all in charge of some religious sect or the other. Archdragons, they were called, for they represented a stage of evolution.

And the dragons of black... They had the ability to control death.

A powerful ability, to be sure, but one that was often shunned - and for good reason. These dragons didn't simply control death; they gained power from it, from negative emotions and pain and the very loss of life itself.

Such dragons rarely dealt well with society. The abandonment of those around them, coupled by the constant urge to kill and the surge of power that accompanied each murder they committed... It was torture, even to the most noble of dragons.

A'kaias, however, was not amongst the most noble of dragons. He'd revelled in the pain he caused from the very beginning. It was only through the actions of the dragons around him - those pathetic, self-righteous creatures, and the so-called heroes that followed them - that he remained hidden away in his lair, sitting atop the pile of gold he'd extorted from the kingdom around him.

To the dragons, that was the best they could hope for. He was a creature of devastation, and the minimal amount he caused was considered a blessing.

Not all creatures, of course, thought that way.

Among them was a young kobold, the servant and high inquisitor to one of those five white dragons. It wasn't often a kobold was able to get to such a high position, but Vikas had worked resolutely, with a drive and dedication that few other men had.

He outshone everyone around him for the purity of his heart and his belief in the innate good of everyone around him, and for that he was chosen. He would be a representative of the white dragon F'rayos, and one of the first kobolds that would dare to spread change around the world.

Vikas, high Inquisitor to the archdragon F'rayos. The little kobold smiled, tail twitching at the thought. He was proud of that name, and though his first mission sounded a little scary, he was more than willing to prove he deserved it!

What F'rayos had told him was worrying, he would be the first to admit. The archdragon had used his powers of sight, found that A'kaias would not be kept away much longer. He'd allowed himself to be bent to the will of the other dragons for years, but now...

He was starting to get bored.

And boredom, for an immortal, could be a very, very dangerous thing. After all, what were consequences when anything that was done would pass in the blink of an eye? That wasn't _quite_how time worked, of course; a minute was just as long to both a mortal man and an immortal dragon, but for all A'kaias cared, that may as well have been the truth of it.

The dragon believed he was special - that he saw things in far greater scales than that of his brethren. The pain he caused in immediate terms were of no consequences to him - and what were men and mortals but creatures for him to toy with for his own amusement?

Alas, he hadn't been counting on meeting Vikas.

F'rayos' vision had come at the perfect time. The archdragon had managed to send his kobold Inquisitor just days before A'kaias first chose to make his move. He had intended on claiming victims, laying waste to heroes and villains alike; there were so many small towns nearby, none ready to deal with a dragon...

What he hadn't expected, however, was to see a little kobold standing at the entrance to his lair just as he moved to step out. He paused mid-step, momentarily flabbergasted by the appearance of the tiny creature.

It wasn't the first time a creature had dared to challenge him - but it was certainly the first time that creature had been a kobold. A'kaias wasn't sure whether or to laugh or simply snort in disgust; he settled instead of an incredulous stare, leaning down so that his teeth were dangerously close to the kobold's head.

"Brave little kobold, aren't you?" A'kaias' voice was a low, angry hiss. "Explain your presence, and I might deign myself not to kill you."

Vikas, in truth, had been caught off guard by the beauty of the dragon as he had stepped out. He'd been expecting a dastardly villain, one that fit the tales - ugly and disfigured from their own evil, willing to destroy their own bodies to gain power.

This... A'kaias was a handsome dragon, with beautifully kept scales. It changed nothing about his nature, but Vikas couldn't help but swallow, his kobold instincts telling him that this man was very, very attractive.

"I come as a representative of F'rayos!" Vikas invoked the archdragon's name first and foremost, hoping it would be enough to deter A'kaias. All it did was cause the black dragon to arch an eyebrow at him.

"Ah, that old coot. What's he sent now? Is he expecting a little kobold to do his job?" A'kaias laughed. "You're lucky you amuse me. Scurry away now, before I change my mind or my mood wears thin."

"We know what you're planning." The kobold's eyes were fierce. "The towns nearby have been evacuated. Those are innocent men and women, A'kaias. Surely even you aren't foolish enough to kill without reason?"

"No one is innocent," A'kaias said evenly. "And I would be careful where I tread with my words, little kobold."

"These are words you need to hear." The image was almost comical - a kobold glaring up at a dragon, determination burning in his eyes despite the drastic difference in their size. "Your plan was foolish, A'kaias. You must learn."

A'kaias' eyes narrowed. Blatant disrespect from a creature far beneath him... he would have killed the little creature already, if not for the mention of F'rayos' name. A'kaias was many things, but a fool he was not; he knew of the archdragon's power, and the retribution that could swiftly descend upon him if he were to kill one of his valued followers.

Not that it wasn't tempting anyway. Foolish creature, to look down on him so... He could have the power to rival F'rayos himself, if he so desired. Enough death and he would have the power to defeat all five of the archdragons.

"There is nothing I need to hear, kobold." The dragon spat the word out as though it was a curse - and it may as well have been one, to him. "I suggest you leave before I choose to devour you instead. There is nothing more you can gain here."

"Oh, I believe there is." Vikas' voice was strangely smug. A'kaias felt the sudden surge of magic, and his eyes widened as he realised his foolishness in assuming that the kobold was harmless simply due to his size. In allowing the kobold to get so close to him, he'd-

Touch.

The kobold's fingers pressed against the very tip of the black dragon's snout.

It was hard to describe that moment of exchange. The spell that Vikas used was a complicated one, a variation of another spell typically used to store the templates of entire bodies. This one copied the mind of the user, and briefly imposed it upon the other.

It was a spell almost tantamount to mind control. There was a reason F'rayos hadn't trusted it to anyone except his most loyal and purest of subjects; the heart of the kobold had proven the strongest of all, and the hardest to corrupt.

Vikas believed. He did so genuinely and without regret, his faith a light of brilliance in an otherwise dark world. F'rayos hadn't told him - but if Vikas had been a dragon, his scales would have been a pure white.

The magic rippled across A'kaias' entire body, his scales seeming to shift briefly in color as it did so. It was momentary, seeming for a moment as though it was a mere trick of the light as his scales quickly faded to black.

If not for the strangely slack expression on A'kaias' face, Vikas would have been afraid that his spell had failed.

For the first time in his life, A'kaias looked around at the world - really looked, saw beyond the drab reality that was normally all he could see. It was his nature, as a dragon of death. It was a part of what had made him the cruel creature he had become.

But what he saw now took his breath away.

He saw the forest below his lair. A'kaias had seen it many times before, but had never given it more than a passing glance; all he saw when he looked at it was the million possible ways it could die. A forest fire, perhaps, or a rampaging dragon. Trees eaten alive from the inside out by insects, slowly dying. Worms and beetles crushed underfoot, or predators eating their prey.

A dragon of death was never quite given the opportunity to see things the way A'kaias saw them now.

His power was the ability to see the way a things might die. What Vikas saw - what he believed, through no special power other than the overwhelming hope in the little kobold's heart - was the way things might live.

The forest below him blossomed in his mind's eye. Trees flowered and fruits bloomed where before he saw only death; he saw predators somehow befriending prey, overcoming years of evolution and banding together for a common cause. He saw the hard life of an ant, the mating dance of a bee...

It was overwhelming.

It was beautiful.

And A'kaias couldn't understand any of it.

"What have you done?" The dragon's voice was hollow, quiet. He was uncertain. He'd never seen things this way before, never felt this strange torrent of emotions raging through him. Was there guilt? Was that the ache he felt deep inside, when he thought of the creatures and men he had tortured and killed?

But no magic should change a person so quickly. No magic could; to alter the nature of a being was to violate the very principle of magic, which operated off of a creature's natural state of mind.

"I showed you the way." Vikas' voice was unnaturally calm, and when he looked up at the dragon, it was with eyes of kindness - not triumph. There was no smug victory in his gaze, no condescension.

Only gentle sympathy, as if he understood the weight that had suddenly fallen on A'kaias' shoulders.

"Dragons like yourself aren't really very well understood." Vikas moved close, gently hugging the much larger dragon; his arms could only really go around a part of the dragon's foreleg, but A'kaias seemed to understand the gesture.

It only served to confuse him more, the dark dragon letting out a huff of air and stumbling back slightly. Vikas didn't seem bothered. He merely continued, his voice still filled with kindness and understanding.

Neither of those were things that A'kaias knew how to deal with. Anger and betrayal he could understand, could laugh in the face of - but this? How did a dragon react to sympathy, when he thought he was a monster?

"Too many people are... afraid. F'rayos and I went looking, trying to find out why dragons of black tended to be more aggressive, more dangerous. Do you know what we found?"

A'kaias stared at the kobold. He was speaking animatedly, a certain spark in his eyes; there was a beauty in the little creature that he hadn't seen before. His boundless optimism, his faith for those around him...

There was a part of him - the old A'kaias - told him that he didn't want to know the answer. That the words of a kobold didn't matter, for it was so clearly a lesser being; why listen to a creature that could barely look you in the eye?

But in spite of himself, the dragon nodded. Vikas smiled gently, as though to acknowledge A'kaias' efforts in changing, in bettering himself.

"It's not because your nature is any different from that of any other dragon." Vikas smiled, though the expression was a little sad. "Dragon souls are malleable by nature; your species can control so many different types of magic because of that."

A'kaias nodded. This was common knowledge - where was the kobold going with this?

"The dark sort of magic you control, though... It's not a part of the normal spectrum of magic. It is... a mutation. An absence. You were born without magic, but the malleability of the draconic soul gave you the ability to control the absence thereof." Vikas looked up, searching A'kaias' eyes for a hint of understanding.

The dragon looked confused, for the most part - understandable. F'rayos himself had had trouble understanding the implications of what they had discovered. An absence, by the very definition of the word, was something that should not have been able to be controlled... Yet by some twist of fate, dragons could control it.

The problem, as with any such thing, was the cost.

It took a twisted soul to be able to control such a thing. It was why the scales of the dragons were black; their power had been stolen from them. Whatever they had originally meant to be was taken away, replaced instead by a new, terrible power.

And that new power gave them the ability to see death. It twisted the minds of it owners, whispered to them all the different ways things could die - all the different ways things would die, if only the dragon applied himself in certain ways...

Magic was a tool, but its opposite - the Void, as F'rayos had chosen to call it - was an influence.

"What does that have to do with what you did?" A'kaias questioned. Vikas smiled softly.

"I just... untwisted. Just for a moment. It's powerful magic, and it takes a lot out of me, but I wanted to give you a moment to be the dragon you were always meant to be. The rest... Well, it's up to you, I'm afraid. There isn't much else I can do."

A'kaias looked up. Already, the sheer beauty of the world around him was fading, replaced again with the taint of death he'd always seen it with. Now, however, he had something new.

He had a memory of something beautiful.

Within him, something grew. He had the heart of a dragon, but that heart had been twisted beyond hope of a thorough repair; soul magic at its most powerful could not fix it. Deep within that soul, however, Vikas had seeded a new light.

His heart. The way he saw things, the way he perceived the world... It was naught but a memory to A'kaias, for the moment, but the dragon knew that it could be nurtured. He could grow beyond the twisted soul that he was, and with the memory of life so fresh in his mind, he couldn't help but want to give it a chance.

For that, though, he needed an anchor - and he knew exactly what he wanted as his anchor.

More accurately, perhaps, was who.

"Vikas. High Inquisitor of F'rayos, Archdragon of the North." A'kaias bowed his head, tried to keep his expression humble in spite of the familiar arrogance beginning to course through his veins once more. "I... would request to be allowed to service you."

"W-what?" The kobold seemed stunned, for once; his calm wisdom faded quickly into a flustered, embarrassed sort of expression.

"The magic you cast." A'kaias seemed a little embarrassed himself, if the way the large dragon shifted about on his legs was any indication. "It left a... bud within me, so to speak - a piece of your soul that I can use to shelter my own. Such magic is a delicate thing, however. If I do not want to lose myself to my own powers again, I must reinforce it, and quickly."

"Ah." Vikas replied intelligently.

He knew what A'kaias spoke of. F'rayos had considered it a possibility, and the two had discussed it at length, ultimately deciding it was too unlikely to happen. In the case that it had, well...

Soul magic was enhanced by intimacy. Sex. Not lust, no, but a genuine act of desire and kindness, a genuine desire to bond. When he'd spelled A'kaias, he'd given the dragon a glimpse of his own soul.

Did he really think so highly of him that he could be used for soul magic?

"I... would be honored to be your anchor," Vikas replied. His tone was hesitant, shy; A'kaias picked up on this, of course, and the large dragon shifted nervously on his feet.

"I would hardly blame you if you chose not to accept," he spoke stiffly. "We do not have to do this. I-"

"No!" Vikas shook his head. "It isn't that, it's just - I haven't actually - you know, done anything before..." The kobold looked down. A'kaias was a handsome dragon. He'd admitted that from the very beginning. To think that the dragon wanted to service him...

Well, it made him harden slowly beneath his robes, though he was still far too shy to remove them.

A'kaias chuckled low in his throat. "Then it will be a first for us both," he said, his voice surprisingly gentle despite the darkness seeping back into his mind. Vikas' presence seemed to act as a beacon to him; even without reinforcing the magic, just being near the little kobold...

Well, it made it feel like everything would be alright.

That was just how Vikas looked at things. Unending optimism, the simple heart of a kobold bursting with life and hope.

The black dragon slowly shifted, laying himself down onto the ground to better meet the little kobold's eyes. He began slow, tentative - his tongue darting out, lapping awkwardly against Vikas' face in a strange, ticklish version of a kiss. The kobold laughed a bit, blushing as he nuzzled back into A'kaias' tongue.

"I... don't think that's how we're supposed to do it." Vikas was smiling all the same, fingers gently rubbing underneath the black dragon's tongue. A'kaias rumbled, pleased.

"You seemed to need encouragement," the dragon pointed out. "I cannot serve you if you remain in your clothes, can I?"

"Of course, of course, I'm just..." Shy, and kind of nervous - but Vikas didn't say any of those things out loud. Instead, he slowly stripped off his robes, not quite looking at the dragon the entire time. He was quite certain A'kaias might change his mind.

Instead, he heard the dragon's breath catch.

A'kaias couldn't help but stare for a moment. Vikas' body was much smaller than his own, yes, and slim and slender where his own was built with power - but there was a beauty to it, a grace to his movements. The effects of the spell, it seemed, had yet to entirely wear off. Looking at Vikas, he couldn't see all the ways the little kobold might perish - only the ways his heart and potential could lead him to greater and greater heights.

His actions were almost reverent. He could feel the magic kicking in, his soul untwisting as he moved and gave in to this new instinct - but it wasn't out of any selfish desire that his tongue licked sensually across the kobold's body, nor was it lust that gave rise to his rapidly filling cock.

Much as he would've liked to say so, it wasn't love either - not exactly, not yet. It was simple appreciation for all that the kobold had done, for what he'd braved simply to save A'kaias. The dragon could simply have been killed, he knew; no one would have missed his presence, and in his current state, a dragon like F'rayos could have slayed him easily.

Instead, they'd cared. F'rayos and Vikas both had done far more than was necessary, gone above and beyond to save the soul of a single dragon.

A'kaias was sincere, for once. He licked across the kobold's lithe muscle, his agile body - and for he _enjoyed_the way the small creature shivered, the way his breaths slowly deepened. Eventually, Vikas couldn't quite take the stimulation standing up; his legs had begun to shake, and he lay himself carefully down onto the stone floor. He looked up at the dragon with eyes hazed with pleasure, and the expression made A'kaias' cock twitch and jerk.

"Beautiful," he rumbled softly. Vikas blushed, the flesh beneath his scales deepening to a dark red.

"A-aah... Y-you... too?" The poor kobold wasn't quite sure how to respond. He only knew to let out a small gasp of delight when the dragon's large tongue brushed across his manhood, his body jerking upwards into the dragon's soft flesh; he let out a small little whimper, and A'kaias growled in approval.

"You are cute," the dragon told him, his tongue swirling with an almost expert precision around the kobold's cock. Vikas moaned softly, unable to reply; his hands gripped at the dirt and stone beneath him. The kobold's body was slicked with saliva.

"A'kaias..." Vikas whispered the name. It was soft, but the black dragon still heard it - and he couldn't quite explain the way his body filled with warmth at the gentle way his name had been said. He'd only ever heard it said as a curse; to hear it whispered in the throes of passion instead...

The dragon let out his own little groan as his cock grew enough to drag against the floor beneath him. If anyone had told him even yesterday that the most arousing act of his life would come from serving and pleasing a little kobold, he would likely have mutilated them - yet here he was, and there wasn't a thing A'kaias could imagine he'd rather do.

Gods be damned, Vikas whispering his name was enough to make his knees tremble like some lovesick little dragonling. He would have been embarrassed, had he not been so caught up in the emotion of the moment.

And his manhood...

A'kaias couldn't help but love the way Vikas panted and moaned each time his tongue teased the poor kobold's cock. A simple touch would have the lizardlike man squirming, precum leaking from him; a lick and Vikas would grab almost desperately at his tongue. The old A'kaias would have laughed at it. Now he could only feel a deep affection for the little creature that wore his heart on his sleeve, crying out with pleasure.

It wasn't long before he felt it - a warm fluid spilling out onto his tongue, a mixture of salty musk and bitter seed. That was all that was needed for his magic; the climax of the kobold could fuel the protection of his soul.

A'kaias didn't quite have an explanation for why he swallowed it, or why he enjoyed the warm feeling in his belly afterwards.

"Thank you, Vikas," he said, his voice low and solemn. He could feel the magic having its effect; his ability to constantly see death was fading away, leaving the simple, pure joy of life itself. "I will seek you out again should the magic begin to fade."

He turned, a hint of regret in his tone. "You should leave, little kobold. I am certain you have other duties to attend to."

"I do, but..." Vikas hesitated. He approached the dragon slowly, a hand sliding down the smooth, black scales of A'kaias' hide. "Will you roll over for me? You gave me pleasure. It's only right that I return the favor..."

A'kaias blinked, uncertain if he had heard right. Of all the creatures, he deserved such a thing least of all - yet he didn't have space for doubt in his heart. He knew enough about Vikas by now to know that the kobold's every action was genuine. If that was what he wanted to do, then...

Well, he would trust him.

Slowly, A'kaias allowed himself to roll onto his back, his wings folding shut to accommodate him. He watched, nervous and unsure, as the determined little kobold climbed up via his tail until he was standing right next to the dragon's most precious organ. Side by side, the two were almost the same size. If anything, A'kaias' dragonhood was just a tiny bit larger than Vikas.

The kobold, at least, didn't seem remotely daunted by his task.

If anything, he set upon it with great enthusiasm - so much so that A'kaias couldn't help but thump his tail against the ground, throwing his head back to release a roar of pleasure. Vikas had pressed his entire body against his member, rubbing up and down, his hands spreading every drop of precum it could reach...

And if that had been all, A'kaias would have been able to handle it. But the kobold was tricky; he used his magic to his advantage, this time, charged his hands with power so that a stroke of his finger gave the dragon a wave of pleasure. His cock throbbed every time Vikas did it, precum jerking out and landing on the kobold - yet he didn't seem to mind.

If anything, it made him all the more vigorous. His hands would tease the dragon's shaft, explore the ridges and gentle curve of his dick; the kobold rocked his body against it until A'kaias' claws dug into the floor and left deep gouges.

"V-Vikas..." It was the dragon's turn to growl out the kobold inquisitor's name, now, his hips jerking up with enough force to make Vikas slide along his dick. "Y-you don't... have to..."

"I know," Vikas whispered. "But I want to."

He pressed his face against the dragon's cock, briefly nuzzling it in a display of affection - but that touch of his snout against the dragon's sensitive shaft proved too much for the inexperienced A'kaias. With a roar, the black dragon came, wave after wave of his seed coating his scales and floor alike.

Vikas certainly didn't escape unscathed. The kobold was drenched in both cum and precum, but he only gave a little laugh as he clambered off. "Seems we both have to clean up, eh?"

"I... I suppose so." A'kaias was still a little dazed. Not quite looking at him, Vikas smiled.

"I might have to visit more often. To... make sure the spell is still strong." The kobold's suggestion was almost innocent, if not for the glint of mischief in his eyes. A'kaias caught on after a moment, and barked out a short laugh.

"Devious little one, aren't you?" The dragon couldn't help but smile; something about Vikas' smiles were... infectious. "I... would greatly like that, little kobold."

"Good, because I think I would too." Vikas nudged the dragon, then let out a yelp of surprise as A'kaias nuzzled against him, nearly knocking him off his feet. He laughed, then, hugging the dragon's snout.

It was the start of a beautiful friendship - and as Vikas caught the glimpse of a scale that seemed a shade of gray, rather than pitch black... he wondered if it might become something more.