Fourteen: Jealousy

“Deathwing’s onboard…” Boulder was grumbling towards his youngsters, who were all chilling out in their quarters after a busy day of training. He had been pleased to meet up with a lot of his old building team recently upon the new moon they’d found with good resources and we building their new base on. There were thoughts too from the main dragons that Boulder and his group would be needed to help take on something big… there were whispers anyway. Smog was hanging out at their quarters too, Spike still did not like the big brute and he tried his best not to get on their bad side, but instead had been getting to know the youngsters… Cheetah in particular.

“Whose Deathwing daddy?” Jackal had questioned, suddenly pulled into his father’s big paws and then getting he ears and face licked. Jackal had his father’s same face and colours but the slimmer, nicer build of Spike. Jackal was grinning and giggling, loving the attention of his father as Boulder paused to clean him and then nuzzled at his cheek. Jackal though was surprised his father was not responding however and he gave a whine. “Daddy?”

“Heh… Deathwing was one of the old boyfriends of your mum… in fact, he almost got your mum!” Smog smirked in amusement, stepping over to the pretty yellow Cheetah and looking as if he were about to start grooming her too. There was a low growl deep in the throat of Boulder and so Smog sat himself down with a chuckle of amusement, right beside Cheetah and giving her a gentle nudge on the shoulder before then yawning softly. “I don’t think you need to worry though Boulder… how many children have you and Spike got?”

“That’s not the point… this is a male that has a lot of strength behind him and he’s all noble and too devoted to obeying Tyrant to think he doesn’t deserve something!” Boulder growled in frustration, which made Smog smirk in amusement and then give a snigger. He then yawned softly as he shook his body firmly and then gave a playful itch at himself before bowling Cheetah onto her back. She gave a grunt and gave him a few firm kicks as Smog smirked at her before Boulder gave a soft growl again. Only yesterday Spike had made a point he was not fond of the thought of Smog getting close to their daughter when Cheetah was not old enough or smart enough to know how much danger she could be within. Boulder knew too that Smog was not a good mate for anyone, he didn’t mind him as a buddy but as a mate to one of his kids… that was not going to happen! “Anyway… I don’t like the thought that he might start saying things to Spike…”

“What would he be able to say to mum? Mum loves you dad… mum isn’t going to go with anyone else!” Scorch insisted, now he and Slasher were bigger than their father, incredibly tall and muscular but where Scorch loved fighting and was a big ball of chaos and fun, he was also a lover of food and like his father rather chubby. Slasher though had grown into muscular, lean and well, he already had a good deal of admirers he liked to go and visit and get fussed by and they were both fully grown, their siblings still not quite. Scorch though was a cuddle fellow and quickly wrapped around his back legs and began to rock himself back and forth and giggle. “Mum loves you lots!”

“How astute an observation… just what are you doing!” Slasher groaned, lifting his paw to rub at his nasal bridge before looking towards his brother and snarling. Slasher could be sophisticated and much more like his mother in seeming amazing, but he had an incredibly bad temper. It was generally caused by his brother and right now, Scorch was rolling himself so when he relaxed his back legs, he kept kicking Slasher. Immediately Slasher turned to him, ready to bite him in fury when Cheetah had groaned and then barked at them both.

“QUIT IT YOU NUMBSKULLS!” Her voice was stern, deep and a surprise that always made her brothers drop themselves down onto their chests in apologies. Jackal gave a whimper about his sister being angry but she turned to him with a groan before then noticing that Wildfang had snuck off once again. She gave a soft growl, standing up and looking around the quarters but finding nowhere near the right number of figures in the room as she gave a groan. “Where’s my idiot sister gone as well? No doubt she’s snuck off to watch the big fliers again!”

“Ugh… she’ll end up seeing Deathwing and… what if he gets interested in her?” Boulder stood up, giving a groan of utter dismay and fury as he then looked as if he were ready to go and storm off and find his daughter. But Smog straightened up and lifted a paw out, insisting he calm down as he gave a chuckle of amusement and insisted he’d go and look for her. Immediately Cheetah leapt up, ready to be involved in going to find her sister and not let Wildfang catch any of Smog’s attention… she was never letting Smog look at her sister over her!

Boulder watched them both go with a soft sigh of disbelief, shaking his head in amusement as he watched Smog open the door and then wait with his head turned back for Cheetah to follow. As they both shuffled off, Boulder though flopped down onto his belly with a groan of frustration and shaking his head. Jackal noted and then slumped over his father’s head and shoulders, making his father chuckle in amusement and rolled onto his back. He wrapped his huge paws around his little son, the baby of them all, and snuggled him gently as Jackal cuddled his head in delight. Then Scorch stood up and hurried over to flop his belly onto his father’s big belly, giving a chuckle of delight and amusement as he then found his dad’s back legs lifting up and pushing at him to play with him.

Slasher stood up, ready to go on off to go and look for a chance to visit his girlfriends but Boulder noticed that and quickly gave a soft grunt. It was the sound he used to tell Slasher to hold back as Boulder then stood up and bounced over. Slasher turned to face him with an expression of confusion before suddenly, his father tackled him in a big hug, wrestling with him and then chewing his ears. Slasher groaned as he rolled onto his back, pushing and kicking at his dad and wrapped his limbs around him to wrestle as the other two then bounded over as Boulder released Slasher and then groaned.

“Dog pile!”

Spike was in a very bored mood, their shift about to end but their ears being talked off by Comet Chaser, who was having a complaint. Whenever things got more stable, Comet Chaser would suddenly become a little more nitpicky and then fussy with Tyrant, insisting they should do things differently and that he should be listened too. It was not that Spike didn’t agree, sometimes Tyrant threw them into dangerous situations that made it pretty uncomfortable when so many figures started to fight and lost in stupid situations. But more importantly, Comet often got very argumentative when he was insisting pulling out earlier so others could escape and it sometimes got violent. Comet would end up with wounds and need Spike to heal him and always that was how he ended up with Spike and talking to Spike about everything.

But today Spike was bored because he had been doing the health checks and this had meant one of the most unpleasant things that Spike had to check with his companions… whether their bits and bobs were all in working order. Most of it was just a lot of embarrassed figures showing off their flesh and having a probe to check things out, but then a few of them might decide to show off a little too much and Comet was one such figure. He had just finished his check up but had decided to lean into it as a chance to sport the fullest erection he could and was making a point it was not going to go down without Spike giving it his attention. As much as they were certainly attracted to him, Spike was not giving in to this situation and he gave a soft sigh of frustration as he turned to face him again.

“You might as well rub yourself off over in the corner… Comet… I’m not getting involved in your messes again!” Spike scoffed as he began wiping down the tops and trying to ignore him. He wished one of the other medical dragons was in the room with him, it would make things so much easier and Comet would stop being naughty… but he was being so cheeky right now. Comet gave a low groan; he’d been annoyed that he hadn’t been able to sneak in some extra love to Spike since the eggs had been lain. He had thought he might have scored another chance right after but it seems Boulder was correctly jealous over the whole situation! But he knew Spike liked him more, especially the way that Boulder was taking charge of the kids and insisting they do what he want and so Comet crooned over it.

“You sound so unhappy… has Boulder upset you again? Perhaps he’s been annoying you by letting Smog tell them what to do… you know he’s letting Smog lead their group and they’re having battle plans and…” Comet began, stroking his cock all the same and smirking in utter delight. He was licking his lips but Spike was about to come around and complain when the door opened and Comet gave a shriek. “THERE’S AN EXAMINATION GOING ON STILL!”

“Uh-huh…” Spike snorted, only to then hear the gently clearing of a huge throat as he turned around to see a huge, muscular, blue, winged dragon with a yellow throat and belly and great frills down his head and back and a look like he could eat a smaller dragon. He was almost double the size of Spike and yet Spike looked at the figure with big eyes of excitement as Comet rolled onto his side in embarrassment. He was utterly annoyed that Deathwing had turned up, this guy was a bully to him and he was really annoyed with the figure as suddenly, Spike gave a squeal of delight that made him jump. “DW!”

“Spiky…” Deathwing rumbled, which only made Comet hiss as he was unable to put himself away and unwilling to let himself be seen by someone vying for his spot beside Tyrant. Deathwing was a loyal sort and unlikely to try back-stabbing and anything Comet would do, but his reference to a nickname made the spikes on Comet’s body rattle with disquiet as Deathwing hooked Spike up in his huge forelegs for a tight hug. “Beautiful as ever… I’ve heard you’ve been blessed several times over… Boulder is a lucky beast.”

“He’s made me exceptionally happy and my children just as much so. Oh you have to meet them, I have two huge brutish boys called Slasher and Scorch, two slinky girls called Cheetah and Wildfang and one boy the perfect blend of myself and Boulder called Jackal. Oooh, they’ll be excited to meet Deathwing the Magnificent!” Spike teased, cuddling at Deathwing in return and then stroking his chin, clearly being flirtatious but in a way that seemed natural to Spike. It was enough for Comet to clear his throat loudly to remind him of what was going on. Spike sat back with a groan, rolling his eyes before then patting at Deathwing’s big chest. “Sorry, in the middle of the usual examinations and the Princeling is a bit shy.”

“SPIKE!” Comet Chaser hissed, but he tucked his hind legs to try and cover himself as Deathwing gave a soft snort. He shook his huge body and his big wings could barely fold up on his back, their edges almost dragging on the floor as he found a corner and rolled onto his side. Without even blinking he lifted a leg and released a cock that made Comet feel exceptionally small and looked like it would work better than any spear and impaling an enemy as Deathwing grunted.

“Then I’m glad its you doing the examinations, I’m here for the same. Unlike my brother Deathgrip, I can be particular about who touches me. You’re the one I trust the most.” Deathwing stated, so comfortable with this kind of examination that Comet just lifted his head, ears straining up and expression screaming that he did not want to be ignored. Spike padded over and did not even flinch at the sight of the big beast’s form… in fact, during a time when Spike had caught boulder cheating on him, Deathwing had scooped him up to give him a better chance and they’d both rubbed each other off before Spike had insisted he was guilty and had gone back to Boulder. Deathwing had been furious about it, but he’d accepted heartbreak because Boulder had appeared just as Spike had been about to leave and then had a wrestle with Deathwing. He’d been too stunned to be able to fight but, fighting laws meant he’d lost and though bitter, he’d accepted it. “If you do not mind… Comet Chaser… I’ll just have Spike deal with me and then I’ll be out of your way.”

“Or… you can do it yourself, Comet… here’s the little pot, just stick the tip in the end and rub yourself, I’ll put a screen up and…” Spike began but immediately Comet’s hand shot out to insist he did not want to be closed off. Spike gave him a firm look that insisted he was being rude, but Comet just glowered at him, taking the jar all the same and yet unwilling to turn away. Deathwing did not seem to mind, his body was huge but he was lounging like a content sabre-toothed cat, his body was vibrating with low rumbling purrs to say he was very content with what was happening and Comet was sneering towards the figure as Spike had stepped to him. “Maybe we need a bucket for you, DW, but here we go… let me know if it hurts.”

“As if you could ever harm me… be as rough as you want…” Deathwing purred and Comet’s jaw dropped, was the giant flirting back with him? Comet could not believe it, he narrowed his brow, frowning towards them as Spike sat himself down, squeezing the jar between his knees as he gripped the thick cock. It looked almost the thickness of the red medic’s own limbs, put Spike was soon stroking and squeezing up near the head and Deathwing was moaning in pleasure almost immediately. With expert motions Spike pumped and then pinched and squeezed a little at the spot that made the phallus swell and even twitch. Deathwing’s hips tried to rock but he was nipping his lip as Spike stroked and rubbed him happily.

Comet remained staring for a little while in disbelief, not too sure what to do but embarrassed that he was starting to get aroused by this. Spike looked like her might easily open his mouth and try to suckle on that thick thing and Comet found himself squeezing his thighs and around his shaft. He began to shift them, unable to help himself but rub at his own erection with his thighs. His mind was wondering how Spike could take such a thing, if this male had taken Spike instead of Boulder than Comet would have had even more trouble reshaping the passage to fit him. Oh but if he had done that, not only was he starting to get a high and a thrill from the thought of Spike being opened out by such a big brute, but that he could somehow claim that spot. A weird image of himself being caught impregnating Spike flared into Comet’s head, the idea that Deathwing would be furious, maybe make a mistake that could mean Comet could kill him…. He couldn’t help but shift the jar over his spike head and then start rubbing with his paw.

“Almost there… it must have been quite a while since you were last milked, stud… I’m a bit worried the load might be too thick to check your viability.” Spike teased, knowing that it only made the thick form pulse more and he could se the opening winking at him. It was obvious that no one had touched Deathwing in a while and, knowing he was the one that could get this male off, it was quite a pleasant little thought… a little bit of an ego boost that Spike needed. To be fair, he was getting so annoyed with Boulder lately that he was more than a little delighted to be doing this job on the old rival. Deathwing was still so noble and handsome and well, Spike would have taken him… in fact he was still a much better choice than Comet but… he still loved Boulder beyond anything else. “Here we go…”

To the surprise of both Deathwing and Spike, when the big male gave his grunt and the cum splashed out of the jar Spike had put in place and actually splashed on Spike’s chest, Comet had groaned out. He had suddenly tucked his head right down and gently shifted his deposit on the table before slipping off the bed. Before Spike could go and check on him, the grey dragon was half tucked within his own wings and scuttling off to get out of the way. Spike shook his head as Death Wing apologised and then Spike went to clean himself and his friend.

“You’re looking so healthy Boulder… I would have thought you’d be just as exhausted form managing the children, but its obvious you’re a wonderful father.” Deathwing sat with Boulder, being serene and friendly as he was but keeping his head lowered and his eyes averted. Even if it had not been a fair fight between them, Deathwing did understand that Boulder had won and he was making a display he was not going to try and steal Spike form him. Boulder refused to look at him, pouting visibly but Deathwing and he were to go on a mission with his group and Deathwing had been very nice to the children. Deathwing could see that Boulder had been grumbling about him and so he cleared his throat. “I heard Spike got kidnapped… that must have been awful for you, but I’m so glad you both found each other again. Spike… Spike could not cope without you.”

“…and we’re never going to test that fact…” Boulder scowled, grunting and shaking his head but looking to how Jackal, Wildfang and Cheetah were all chasing Spike to try and out run him. Cheetah was clearly the faster but Spike was a sneaky racer and in the training ground they had the space to run around and have fun. Slasher and Scorch were sitting near their father, Slasher’s head high and looking proud as he sat the other side of Deathwing. He was intrigued by the huge male, he’d enjoyed hearing his war stories and Deathwing had spoken to him as the intellectual he was, not like a baby and he liked it. Boulder had noticed and gave a sudden smoky snort. “Aren’t you supposed to be flirting with your girlfriends, Slasher.”

“Oh… I thought I was not allowed to leave until you came back from your mission. Something about mother needing…” Slasher began, releasing the snarky manner he’d gained from his mother. Immediately Boulder gave a snort, although Deathwing gave a slight smirk, clearly even if Deathwing was going to be with Boulder, Smog, Grit and the others on their mission, he could see that Boulder was never going to allow a single moment for Spike to lose focus of her mate’s love. Deathwing smiled before then standing up and turning towards the door with a chuckle. It drew the attention of the others and Spike stopped racing to trot over, the others rumbling after him to say goodbye to Deathwing.

“I’ll see you in the morning then, Boulder. Youngsters… I look forward to see you in battle and learning how your warrior father has taught you well. It was good to see you again Spike, hopefully we can talk more after the battle.” Deathwing stated but he turned to leave and Boulder straightened up to watch him go. They all said goodbye and when the door shut and they had waved him off, Boulder produced another smoke ring. He then hurried over to Spike’s side and suddenly climbed onto his back, knocking him onto the floor and then cuddling at him tightly, making a point to bang his groin into Spike just to remind him where he stood. Spike just gave a groan.

“Oh… why is it you’re such a jealous creature… aren’t you supposed to reassure me of your return?” Spike had teased and Boulder had insisted he would come back… but he did not.