Sukuna and Gojo - Dragon Au🐉

The air was sticky, the kind of feeling before the rain started.

Animals ran out of the way while hearing the vibrations in the ground. Small pebbles bounced with each step while ripples were sent through the water as the rain started pouring. Condensation dripped onto leaves from the trees and plants were getting their food.

Sukuna walked through the soil as the wildlife thrived with life. Each flower around him was blooming, the trees were green, the bark was thick, the roots were large enough to be considered a house, and the small animals crawling inside the trees were watching him with tense anticipation.

Though, the hybrid seemed in no mood for a small meal, something that would waste his energy and ruin his appetite.

His tail dragged behind him, picking up a few pieces of the wild before leaving more behind him, his senses were only narrowed down to a few things.

1. Find Food.

2. Find Shelter.

And 3, because of his biological cycle, find a mate.

Though, that last part was something he had been looking for for years, and nothing and no one was interesting to him or interested in him.

Sukuna had gone through many ruts without a mate, it was painful, but he got through it (mostly.)

His ears twitched before he froze, his hearing heightening for a few seconds, he listened, and listened.

The heavy patter of the rain, the gentle wind flowing through the trees, and then . . .

A heartbeat.

His pupils narrowed into something sharp before he increased his pace into something hasty, his stomach was growling, something deep a low like a whale before he froze behind a tree.

Right there a few meters away from him, was a long scaled tail hanging off of a treebranch.

He couldn’t see their full body, but he could see how it shined with each droplet of rain that made contact with the beautiful design of nature.

He watched the tail curl and uncurl unconsciously, almost like a fidget toy, it looked heavy and sharp to the touch, almost silky smooth. The end of it was adorned with fluffy fur that seemed odd for a forest dragon. The white and pale blue shine on the body seemed almost snowy.

A Mountain dragon? Sukuna cocked his head, though he didn’t want to think much about the dragon he was going to eat. He crouched down to the forest floor before he noticed the tail stopped moving.

His breathing turned quiet, he couldn’t give himself away.

It curled again before going limp, almost teasing him.

His own tail lashed before he lunged and merely grazed the beautiful scales with his own marred claws.

A low rumble escaped his chest, one of irritation and annoyance before the was a melodic chuckle.

“Can’t catch a meal?” There was a purr at the end of the dragon’s voice before Sukuna’s ears perked up at the new voice registering in his mind.

“Excuse me?” Sukuna hadn’t spoken since the last hybrid he had seen, and that was. . . who knew how long ago that was.

Gojo caught the rasp in Sukuna’s voice before finally looking down, his pupils dilating as he analyzed the tall man below him.

Sukuna was unbelievably tall compared to other hybrids, though they were always over 8 feet, Sukuna seemed to be over 10.

“Repeat yourself, brat.”

Sukuna’s hands grasped onto the bark before clawing his way up, his tail helping him balance as he climbed the thick branches of the tree. For something that was meant to be clumsy, he made it look almost easy and elegant.

Gojo brought his tail to his lap before giggling at the sight of seeing a hybrid that was clearly meant for flying, climb.

“Brat? I don’t even know your name.”

“Well I’m not telling you until I have my hands on you.”

Gojo’s ears swiveled at his words before climbing higher into the bushy tree, the plant seemed to go on for miles, and even for dragons it was abnormally large.

“For a dragon who looks like they could rule kingdoms, you’re quite slow.”

Sukuna didn’t comment, he didn’t want to indulge in this brat’s teasing, he was too good for that.

But that teasing little lilt made his blood boil.

They climbed until they reached the last few branches, and at this point, Sukuna was agitated that he wasn’t able to get his meal. Gojo on the other hand, seemed to be having much more fun than the hybrid below him.

“Got your tail in a twist?” Gojo teased before Sukuna was about to lunge at him.

But then, Gojo wrapped his own tail around the branch he was sitting on before turning and hanging off of the branch while his nose pressed against Sukuna’s.

“I’ve never seen a Hybrid from the Ore district.” Gojo whispered before Sukuna stiffened and grabbed Gojo’s face, making the hybrid yelp and almost undo his tail.

Neither of them could fly, not for how cramped the forest was, so they were simply . . . here.

“Quiet. You have no thought of what you’re talking about.”

Gojo’s canines sunk into Sukuna’s palm before his stare hardened.

Gojo’s taste buds caught the flavor of Sukuna’s blood before lapping at it.

Then Sukuna let go and Gojo ultimately fell from the high branch. Sukuna watched him fall through the branches before all that could be heard was rain pattering in the back of his mind.

“ . . . Weak brat.” Sukuna spat before there was a lash of air and the hybrid flew down.

His true form was marred and scarred, the light from his scales were long gone after years of living, the sharp spikes were in place of where Gojo had fur, long marks cascaded down his spine, making him look even older than he already was.

Sukuna had lived longer than he wanted to, throughout the Heian Era to now, he had seen kingdoms thrive and fall, even his own kind, and he was the last of maybe a few thousand.

He came beneath Gojo and grabbed him with one of his claws, Gojo seemingly almost fragile in how large Sukuna had gotten.

Gojo stared down at Sukuna, sitting in his palm almost before forcefully relaxing, though his tail lashed wildly. “Let- Me go!”

Sukuna’s grip didn’t falter, it seemed to tighten with each inch of movement Gojo made, “This is what you get for running away from me, like a little mouse trying to run away from a cat.”

His voice made the trees shake and the birds scatter throughout the sky, it startled Gojo out of his irritation before he looked down at the hybrid. His voice was full of pride before Gojo slapped his tail against his palm with a loud THUD , it even startled Sukuna, and for a man who had seen everything, that was a challenge people worked hard on to do.

His grip loosened and Gojo jumped onto the tree again before climbing up it like a slender snake, his movements were fluid and vigorous and when he finally made it to the top, Sukuna followed, the air behind him whipping around like a tornado.

“Brat-!”

Gojo disappeared into the tops of the trees before turning into his own form.

His teeth were as white as snow along with a grin that seemed almost permanent, his eyes were wide like a hyena’s and he looked almost manically beautiful. The fur was all down his back before going down to the tips of his claws that made it seem like a snowy, soft river.

“Eat something later, Old man!”

Sukuna’s pupils narrowed into dangerous slits before he finally emerged from the tops of the trees and lunged for Gojo haphazardly, each jerk of his body seeming to take away more and more of his energy.

Gojo was amused by this, every fluid dodge from his claws or teeth made his grin widen before he finally lunged with a playful “bite” to the base of his neck.

His mouth latched onto the other hybrid before Sukuna lashed back and forth. One thought this was a game, and the other didn’t.

“Let go of you imbecile!”

Gojo’s laugh sounded like a low growl vibrating down his spine before Sukuna finally grabbed the other with his claws and dragged them both down into the forest.

The hybrid's yelp was like a raspy hiss that went through the forest between them.

Soon they landed on the ground, making everything around them go quiet, saved for only the rain.

Soon they transformed back into each other and Sukuna had his hands wrapped around the smaller Hybrid’s neck.

“Let me eat you.”

Gojo clawed at Sukuna’s wrists before skin finally tore and they both grunted, “Never in a million years, cannibal.”

Sukuna bristled at the words before Gojo thumped his tail up and down in an irritated motion to let him go.

The rain continued to pour and they were both panting at the pure physical exertion of the fight, but neither of them wanted to back down, and neither of them would.