The base was quiet, most people asleep. You however? You couldn’t. That meant it was a great time to train. You’d have the gym all to yourself.

You found yourself going down the long hallway to the training building, just meaning to do a mile or two on the treadmill. You needed to get your legs working a bit better because all you seemed to do was fly nowadays.

Once inside, you grabbed your personal things from the locker room and headed over to what you wanted to work on. It was nice. You had your headphones on, volume on low since nobody else would be around to bother you.

That was until Price walked in.

Since you were both dragons, you didn’t get along particularly well. You were both constantly up each other’s ass, trying to one up the other. If one of you did work on weights? The other would try to lift more. If one of you made something to eat? The other would try to make it better, regardless of whether they actually wanted or liked it.

Tonight was no different. You didn’t notice Price until he got his wing and horns out. It happened to be between songs.

What gave it away was the telltale pop of his back, and the unmistakeable low groan he let out. You turned to look, a strange feeling bubbling in your stomach. You frowned at the sight of his one wing and horns, grimacing at the memory, and also just him in general.

Fine. If that’s how it was going to be, that’s how it was going to go. Now you had to get your own wings and horns out. It wouldn’t be much of a problem. Most of your shirts had the back ripped out from years of doing this.

He turned to you as you took your headphones off, stretching before letting out a soft hiss, followed by a groan of something a bit more than just discomfort as you let out your wings and horns.

“Are we really going to keep doing this?” Price huffed, crossing his arms over his chest. You scoffed, walking closer to him.

“Always. I’m never going to stop proving that I’m better.” You rolled your eyes. Price smiled, but it never reached his eyes. Fake.

“You aren’t. Hence why I’m captain. Spar with me. And that’s an order.” He placed his hands on his hips, standing back to begin sparring.

You got yourself ready, and soon the two of you began.

Per usual, it didn’t go well on your part. You got pinned to the floor quick, but you did get a few good hits in.

Price was on top of you, his wing making your face glow a soft green. Both of your chests were heaving, his hand binding your wrists above your head and his tail helping to pin you down.

“I’ll always be better.” He hissed, but he didn’t pull away. Nor did it seem like he had any plans to.