Hidden Battles

	How had it come to this? It started out so simple and innocent. First they had fought each other, to prove that he, Drago, was good enough to join the resistance. It was how they met and how they became friends in the first place. From there on, they worked together as a team to free the bakugan from the dimension controllers. After so much effort on part of them and their human partners, the bakugan had been freed. As they were about to part, it was Percival who made the first move. Percival had placed Drago’s hand between his own, claiming it was an honor. Drago responded how the honor was his, flushed beneath his hide as he turned to hide it. Then the remark of not finishing the task of figuring out who was stronger. And so, they met again not long after they had parted to test their strength.
	Percival was an anthro like dragon bakugan. He was purple, or at least wore armor of that color. Drago wasn’t too sure what Percival looked like his armor before this point in time, just aware of the dark purple and lavender tons upon most of his plated clothing. Hand cannons decorated the wrists, akin to dragon heads like Percival’s own was. Purple with golden horns, spikes shooting upward from his back and always wearing a cape with a red inside and purple outside. He stood ready opposite of Drago, red eyes watching him.
	Drago himself was a wyvern dragon bakugan. Red plated hide covered most of him, wings connected to his three clawed arms. Yellow streaked through his red membranes and coated some of the plates on his thighs. Spikes ran down his back and neck, one coming from the center of his snout and two curving around his green eyes. The underside of his throat running all the way down to his tail was orange with branching “v” like shapes surrounded mostly in a white color plate. The perfect core’s gem gleamed blue in the center of his chest. The trident spade on his tail whipped about as he continued to watch Percival before their battle was to commence.
	The fight was intense, the same as when the two had been with their human partners of Dan and Ace. They were practically an even match, growing more tired the longer they fought. In the end, the first battle the two had ended with Drago barely pulling ahead. The wyvern ended up panting, feeling wobbly as he stood over Percival, who was panting and laying himself. Eventually, Drago laid down next to the anthro dragon, both sharing a chuckle and a few words.
	“I want a rematch soon.”
	Percival had said that and Drago was all too happy to agree. From there, they met nearly every day to battle each other, some gaining over the other, most times ending up in a draw. They would chat after the fight, enjoying the company of a rival and friend. This continued for a good bit, with Drago seeming to win more and more over Percival. It started to worry the wyvern, but he shook it off. He was a part of the perfect core, perhaps that was the reason. How wrong he was to learn now.
	After quite a few weeks, with Drago having won nearly all the matches up to that point from Percival’s lack of focus, said anthro dragon came up to Drago.
	“Drago.”
	“Percival.” Acknowledged the wvyern.
	“I wish to face you in battle once more Drago.” Percival seemed off to Drago, the purple dragon acting somewhat fidgety and nervous.
	“Anytime you desire Percival. Shall we prepare now?”
	“Actually Drago, I was wishing to find a more secluded spot for our battle this time.”
	The red wyvern had to admit, that was a new one. Regardless, he closed his green eyes and started to contemplate where they could go. Nodding his head, he spoke.
	“I know of a cave, not many go in there this time of day. Dim and cool.”
	“Perfect.”
	Drago took off, beating his wings now and then as he led the purple dragon to the spot. He was somewhat lost as to what Percival was wanting but he wasn’t going to question the following drake just yet. After a few minutes of flight, the red wyvern touched down outside what was basically a crack in a cliff side. The nearby woods and water gave it a tranquil aspect. Ducking and wiggling his way into the larger cavern beyond, Drago turned to watch Percival enter through the entrance.
	Percival was tapping his fingers together, looking about the dim place and nodding to himself. “This will do. Drago, I know you want to ask. I asked you to bring me here because I wish to have a different kind of battle today.”
	Now confused, the wyvern tilted his head, green eyes trying to pierce into the dragon’s red ones to understand him. “A different kind of battle?”
	“Yes, a more intimate one.”
	“Intimate?”
	Percival rolled his eyes, tossing his cape back and approaching the wyvern. Drago’s eyes went wide before lidding as he felt the dragon’s fingers ghost over his hide, namely his chest and abdomen. When the fingers slid over his genital slit, the wyvern  shuddered before his eyes snapped open and he stumbled back over his tail. He ended up on his back, swallowing a lump in his throat as he gazed up at the purple dragon.
	“P-Percival! W-What is this?!”
	The dragon moved his hand to his cape, taking it off and bringing it forward to fold. Placing it down, Percival started to unclasp his gauntlets and pull his feet from his boots. During this time, Drago stood back to his feet, watching the drake carefully with a flush to his face.The purple drake chuckled, a flush on his own face as he spread his arms wide.
	“I want to mate with you Drago.”
	The red bakugan froze at that. Did…did Percival really just say he wanted to mate with him? Drago hadn’t done anything beyond self-pleasure since Wayvern. The thought of another body against his, hot breath washing on skin and the moans of delight made him shudder. He felt hot, aroused, his slit puffed out as he started to breath heavier. Chuckling brought him back from his shocked mind. It took only a moment to realize the anthro dragon had taken off the rest of his armor. Then his mind blew a fuze, watching as Percival smirked, hand trailing on his chest to flick a nipple before sliding down his torso and grabbing his crotch. A hiss was brought forth from the purple drake, massaging his fleshy package as he started to stiffen from his flaccid state.
	“Bigger dick tops.”
	Drago shook his head, blinking as he looked anywhere but at the anthro dragon’s crotch, having already noticed the lighter scales crowning the base and the shaft brightening up to the head. The wyvern flushed hard, his attempts to not remember Percival’s nude body making it harder to let go as his own dick started to slip from his hidden slit. Soft steps signaled the anthro drake’s approach, feeling the fingers against his hide again as the other stroked down to massage his slit. The purple dragon’s tongue dragged along Drago’s neck, sending his libido rocketing, his shaft slipping out more and more as he was teased like this. The ebony length filled with blood, the ridges on it standing out as well as the slight bulb at his base. Ancestors, it had been too long! The fact they were both males was losing it’s importance to this carnal act of pleasure.
	Chest already heaving, Drago groaned lightly as Percival pulled back. The wyvern turned his head to look at the anthro drake, a grin plastered on the purple dragon’s face before he pushed forward. The red drake raised his head, letting out a hissing breath as he felt his cock sliding against Percival’s body, feeling the other dragon’s own arousal on his hide. A hand found his length as the anthro dragon placed his dick against Drago’s own, the fingers wrapping about both as they rested at the base. Chest to chest now, Drago looked down to see Percival looking up at him. The purple drake’s free hand reached up, lightly gripping his bladed horns and pulling his head down. Their muzzles met, lips pressed together as they shared a soft kiss, considering their current situation.
	Breaking apart for only a moment, Drago dove back in, kissing hard and letting his tongue dance with Percival’s. The wyvern shuddered as he felt the hand stroke up their arousals, pre leaking from his pointed tip. As they continued making out, he felt the hand stop beneath where the pointed head started before he felt the anthro drake pull away from both the kiss and his body. A growl resounded in his chest as he gazed at the purple dragon, desire welling higher than ever. A glint appeared in Percival’s eye, something Drago would contemplate later as he spoke.
	“Your bigger Drago.”
	No more needed to be said. The wyvern practically tackled the anthro drake to the ground, a gasp coming from Percival. Drago was at his threshold, barely holding onto his instinct to mate the creature beneath him. Pinning the purple dragon to the ground, the wyvern’s mind had a fleeting thought, of how they had come from simple battles to lust driven dragonoids. Percival moved beneath the nearly feral Drago, his claws running along the red drake’s chest as his legs spread.
	“Take me Drago.”
	Drago needed no more invitation, moving his wings to right above the anthro drake’s shoulders and his need moving down to slide between the scaled cheeks. Leaning his head down, he let his tongue drag along Percival’s neck, feeling the pulse there beating rapidly as his shaft found purchase at the anthro dragon’s entrance. With a quick flick of his lower half, the wyvern shoved his pointed tip into his lover’s tight tailhole. A gasp came from Percival, followed by barks of what was likely pain. The wyvern, while somewhat lubed by their earlier size comparison, was still big and spreading open someone not use to being penetrated. Drago was shaking, his head resting on the purple drake’s shoulder, barely restraining himself from turning feral. His instincts screamed at him to breed this mate, while his mind tried to hold himself from hurting Percival, resulting in a slow but always deepening slide into the purple drake. Once his bulb hit the rim of Percival’s rump, Drago stopped, shuddering at the clenching insides of his lover.
	Claw marks had been dug down the sides of his body, angry marks from the pained purple dragon. The red drake was able to contain himself long enough to let Percival try to adjust, his length pouring pre out like a faucet already. Drago’s blood boiled, his body on fire even though he was a pyrus type. The smell of musk and sex was starting to permeate the air, the wyvern already losing control of his need. Pulling his hips back, Drago raised his head to watch the anthro dragon’s face, feeling his ridges scrape the insides of Percival’s innards. The gasp and writhing of the purple drake was evidence of how Drago scratched an itch deep in Percival. The red drake was having his own unrealized need come forth, leaving his head in the tight confines before he shoved back in to his bulbous base. His eyes lidded as he shook with restrained desire, teeth baring as he growled deep in his chest. Claws dug into his sides again, right below his wing membranes as Percival let out a yowl of pained pleasure.
	Back and forth, Drago sawed his shaft into the purple drake’s insides as pre leaked out from the rim and left a damp shine to Percival’s ass. Wet squelching sounded around the two, the sex musk becoming more potent. The wyvern’s muzzle crashed against the anthro drake’s, tongue slipping in to take control as he practically tongue fucked the purple dragon’s throat and mouth. He could feel every moan and gasp come from Percival, watching the lidded eyes of his lover as he rutted. The wyvern’s knot began to inflate, every couple of thrusts into Percival had him pressing his bulb against the abused hole. The beast inside Drago was rattling it’s chains, wanting to be let free on it’s victim. The wyvern broke off the harsh muzzle lock, hilting to his knot again as he shuddered, gasping for air and feeling himself losing control. His gut burned, watching the blissful face of Percival as his iron rod was clamped about.
	“D-don’t hold back, breed me already Drago!”
	The words slashed through any containment of the monster wanting released inside the wyvern. The purple drake tensed up under the completely predatory gaze of Drago, teasing the red drake further. A growl had formed, deep and primal, the knot already at the entrance pushing harder and harder. Percival let out a bark again, the bulb penetrating finally. Drago didn’t stop there, his head moving down once again and biting into the sides of the anthro drake’s neck as his tongue lashed over the pulsating artery. As the purple dragon tensed up, the wyvern pulled out to his tip and adjusted himself, shoving himself right back to the proper hilt this time. A howl echoed about the cavern, the red drake hitting the pleasure spot inside the rutted male. With the ferocity of a feral dragon, Drago jackhammered in and out of Percival as the purple drake held onto the winged arms of the wyvern. Claw marks decorated the red dragon’s body, but he was too far gone to care or notice beyond the sting of arousal.
	The knot tugged at the rim of the tailhole with every thrust, growing ever bigger before with a final shove, it became lodged fully. It didn’t stop Drago from grinding as he tugged at it, feeling Percival tense up before letting out a cry. Slimey warmth coated some of the wyvern’s belly plate, but what really got the red dragon’s attention was the repeated spasms in the male’s rump. His head thrown back in a fraction of a second, leaving the anthro drake’s neck, he let out a devastating roar. His length, hard as diamond, issued forth rope after rope of his hot seed into his lover. Even with a knot to plug the purple drake, seed leaked around the outside, stating how much Drago had filled his friend. Once the wyvern’s orgasm ended, his head drooped to rest of Percival’s shoulder, chest heaving for air. A light rumble came from him, a purr of dragons so to speak. The wyvern felt and heard as the anthro dragon chuckled. Puzzled some, he moved his head up to look at the purple drake.
	“Ancestors, Drago…”
	The already flushed wyvern felt himself blush even deeper. He spoke between heavy breaths. “S-sorry, I lost control Percival.”
	“I wanted it.”
	Drago just smiled tiredly, nuzzling into his companion’s neck. The anthro drake continued through labored breathing. “We should have more battles like this.”
	The wyvern couldn’t help but agree.