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As hot steam filled the bathroom, Drogon slowly let his boxers fall down his waist. With one quick curt flick of his foot, they went skidding across the floor and landed next to his bathrobe. "Might as well put some music on." He muttered as he turned the radio on next to the window.

He was using the upstairs bathroom which consisted of a shower cubicle in a smooth white painted brick wall. The sink was white and porcelain with a mirror over it where it kept such things as make up, hair products and all sorts of miscellaneous items. The room was quite small. The toilet rested at the back of the wall with a small window which would open half way but Drogon didn't mind. He was coming in here to wash, all a bathroom needs was what was in here. He didn't share the extravagant taste of his siblings. If it was effective and it worked then why did it need to be more complicated?

He closed his eyes as the hot water from the shower smashed into his face. He reached up slowly as he ran his hand through his thick inky black locks. The steam seeped into his body. "And going back to request now. We have one from Margaery. She says she's playing this for a special someone out there. Isn't that sweet folks!" Drogon slowly clenched his fist as he listened to: Die another day.
"Margaery... I will melt your face over your bones and keep your skeleton as a trophy." He growled quietly. He closed his eyes as the warm water began to slowly trail down his tone chest and move in and out of the strong formed abs. His hand absent mindedly caressed them as his dragon gaze returned. The touch along his torso was more than enough to send of waves of pleasure coursing through him. This dragon gaze was becoming addictive. Just the first stage of awakening his senses seemed to set his body alight! These waves of pleasure were going to be the death of him!

He caught his breath slightly as the warmth seeped further through him. "Drogon?" A voice called from outside and the boy blushed brightly.
"What do you want?" He called back as he slowly turned on the cold tap and let the icy water rush over him. Immediately the warmth which had been coursing through his body. He growled slightly as his eyes began to slowly turn back and the heightened senses of pleasure abandoned him. Damn it. His thoughts snarled.
"Drogon... Will you come down for breakfast when you're done? We need to talk."
"Sure..." He frowned as he could sense something which was hiding in his mother's voice. She sounded exhausted. Then again, who wouldn't be? None of them had got a decent night sleep. They had kept checking outside their windows at every break of thunder to see if that thing had crept back up on them again.

Drogon kept seeing those shadows every time he closed his eyes. He kept seeing the shadows ambushing him and his siblings as they mercilessly pounded into James again and again. "Are you okay?" Daenerys whispered against the door as tears slowly began to run down Drogon's cheek, mixing with the water. He took a sharp intake of breath and scolded himself in his head for doing so. He was the strong one! He was the one that the others relied and looked up to. He couldn't show weakness. "Y-Yeah Mom." He took a deep and steadying breath. "I'll be out in a minute."
"Okay." She said softly. "I want to check your wounds when you get out." Drogon shut off the water quickly and pulled a towel around himself. "Breakfast is ready for you." She walked off down the corridor leaving Drogon to catch his breath and collect himself as he looked deeply into the mirror. He found it hard to keep his gaze on himself. Every second the reflection seemed desperate to try and change itself back to a dragon form. "I'm human." He growled.

That's when he knew he was going mad because the reflection shook it's head and grinned. "I'm human!" He snarled.
"You're a lie. Your just a fake. You're just the expense of a illusion trick."
"SHUT UP!" Drogon's fist sailed into the glass mirror shattering it. He ignored the slow trickle of crimson which moved down his fist. But it didn't matter. Deep down he still felt like the dragon inside him was trying to surface. It felt as though it was slowly clawing it's way to the surface and he could do nothing but sit back as he lost himself more and more to it.

Was this all just a side effect from the first transitioning? Was it permanent or temporary? The book had warned of there being consequences to transitioning early due to anger.

And now he was definitely feeling the effects.

His vision was swimming. His breathing was short and almost painfully. "You're a fake." That cold voice rasped again in his head.
"I'm not a lie!" His pale hands gripped tightly onto the sink as he glared down at the blood which was slowly dripping down the drain. "I'm real. The dragon is part of me! I am a human!"
"Liar."
"I AM REAL!"
"You seemed pretty comfortable changing into the dragon form. You had no problem taking that power. You seemed to thrive on that blood lust."
"No..." Drogon looked up at the last shards. Dark eyes seemed to regard him with a evil amusement.
"You. Liked. It." The voice laughed as fresh tears began to drop from his eyes as finally the voice shut out with its cruel mocking joy.

All Drogon could do was curl up against the wall as he cried silently, lost in the dark abyss and consequences of changing into the dragon form so violently.

-Break-

Daenerys walked out the kitchen with a freshly brewed pot of coffee. At the table Joffrey and Loras sat quietly as they slowly ate into their breakfast. Jojen was just staring absently at his plate. The light in his eyes was a little faded as he couldn't seem to bring his sight into focus. "Still nothing?" She whispered but Jojen just shook his head. His hands firmly held onto his cup as he sipped the warm drink. "We must not give up hope Jojen. James will come back to you. Dragons are strong-"
"WE'RE NOT DRAGONS!" Daenerys looked to the staircase where her son was slowly stumbling down the steps. He looked like some kind of zombie from a horror film. His movements were slow and laboured. His hair fell over one eye and his skin was a deathlier pale than usual. His knuckles were slightly bruised but as she watched she noticed even the dark purple blotches were fading rapidly out of sight. "We're real people! We're REAL! WE'RE REAL!" There was something in his voice.
"Baby?" Drogon slowly shuffled forward.
"You don't think we're real... You think that we're not human. You think we're a lie." His eyes darted back and forth and all of those at the table turned their heads slowly to look at him. Daenerys frowned. "He's there... he whispers... something's wrong. This is a lie. This is all a lie! None of this is real!" Drogon stumbled forward and fell into the arms of his mother.

But as he raised his gaze slowly to look at Joffrey and Loras the pupil in his eye sharply split into it's dragon form. "You bastards... you two... you. You fucked each other?!"

Loras kept his face masked but Joffrey was used to on the spot acting. "Excuse me?"
"Joffrey... don't worry. His mind is just a bit... damaged from the transformation. He doesn't know what he's saying." Her hand wrapped around Drogon's torso as she guided him towards the spare bedroom. "Come on baby. You need some sleep. She can't hurt you during the day." She guided Drogon away who was mumbling incoherently and whimpering.

Joffrey watched keeping the mask of his face perfect. Jojen shook his head and slowly rose from his seat. "I'm going to go and check on James. Daenerys is right. Drogon is exhausted, he probably doesn't know what he's saying." Jojen sipped his coffee before going back upstairs and closing the door behind him.

It was only then that Joffrey let out a sigh before looking over to Loras. "We never should have done that last night." Loras muttered as Joffrey frowned deeply.
"What?"
"We never should have done that. I never should have... We never should have-"
"I never forced you to do that last night." Joffrey said quietly. "And I for one absolutely do not regret it. My only regret is that it didn't happen sooner."
"Joffrey you were just something to comfort myself! I thought I was losing Rhaegal and-"
"And you found something better." He said arrogantly as he leaned back in his chair. "I know you enjoyed it with me far more than you enjoyed it with him." He said it so casually that Loras wanted to reach back and punch him. That smug little face... that arrogant attitude... that lean thin body... "We can never say what happened."
"My lips will remained sealed for as long as you want them too." He leaned his head into his palm with a grin. "And don't worry. You was just something to take my mind off James." he shrugged. "You just scratched an itch that no one else could." Joffrey's ear twitched as he heard movements from upstairs. "Sleeping beauty awakens." He muttered as Loras lunged out his chair and sprinted up the stairs taking two steps at a time.

Joffrey followed the boy with his gaze until he was out of sight.

He closed his eyes as he remembered the way that Loras had touched him. "If I don't get James... then Rhaegal is going to lose his toy." He growled under his breath as he walked outside to get some fresh air.

-Break-

Jojen knelt crying next to James as he stared at the sleeping docile face. James' temperature had flared and Jojen kept having to dab the boy's forehead with a cool cloth. "Don't worry James. You will heal. Your dragon side will help you rest up." Jojen was beyond exhausted at this point. He just wanted to see James' beautiful eyes and know that his love was okay. He just wanted to know that somewhere inside this boy his love was still there. "James I-" Jojen fell quiet as he suddenly heard loud bangs coming from the room next to them. "What the-" He frowned.

Inside the other room Loras stared as Rhaegal slowly sat up in his bed. His dyed red seemed to almost be fading as it's dyed colour was melting away. The crimson was soon replaced with a honey gold just like his twin, Viserion's. "Rhaegal are you okay?"
"Where. Is. James?" He whispered slowly. Loras knelt next to him and took hold of the boy's hand gently. He noticed how the smooth skin was becoming quickly rough.
"He's in the other room. Rhaegal take it easy. You had a bad fall."
"Loras. Get. Off. Me." He snapped his gaze up as his golden eyes burnt with a faint fire. He winced slightly but slowly stood on the mattress till he was above his boyfriend. "You would only get in my way."
"Rhaegal-" But even as Loras said the name, Rhaegal leapt into the air as his skin became thick scales and the familiar pair of wings burst out his back. Loras couldn't help but stare in awe as in the split of a second Rhaegal's dragon form smashed through the open doorway and sprinted all the side of the wall. "What? He also comes in miniature?" Loras stared with wide eyes as he sprinted into the corridor and peeked around the next doorway just in time to see Rhaegal drop from the roof as he growled into Jojen's face. "Jojen... be careful!"
"Rhaegal. I'm. Not. Moving." He stated as he stared into the angry gold eyes.
"Jojen. What are you doing!" Loras hissed between his teeth as he watched the boy stand his ground. Rhaegal's angry teeth were barred and smoke was beginning to bellow from his mouth. "Do you have a death wish?"
"Rhaegal. I love your brother. I will never leave his side." This earned a snap of teeth at his face but Jojen held still. "I know you love him too." He said impassively. "I know that he is your brother."

He paused as his eyes went blind white. "But I give him my heart and soul completely."

Rhaegal's golden eyes became white as both of them froze for a moment.

When their eyes changed back Rhaegal snorted and flared his nostrils but turned away from Jojen and curled up next to James. Jojen simply went back to holding the boy's hand and staring at the face of the boy who loved his heart.

Loras on the other hand.

He looked at Rhaegal before turning out the room and walked off going to find Joffrey.

He had a itch he needed scratched.