Hi everyone. As always thank you to my amazing reviewer and anyone else who favourites and follows this story. Warning: story contains BoyxBoy, swearing and bear in mind and ratings may be turned up at a later time. Enjoy! I hope wherever you are you all have a nice day and again I'm sorry I wasn't able to update yesterday but I had a little surprise waiting for me after hospital ^_^ P.S This chapter contains some spoilers to the finale in the latest series.

Joffrey gasped as he and Loras exclaimed in pleasure. Loras had to act quickly as he wrapped his hand around his and Joffrey's mouth to keep them silent and not being heard while they were in this peaked moment of ecstasy. His breathing was in short and ragged movements as their bodies was pressed up against the wall. Loras had to keep a hand out in front of him against the cold brick wall to keep himself from falling back. His vision was swarming as his body was racked with pleasure as he slowly stepped back making Joffrey grunt. "Satisfied your itch?" He grinned but then shut up as Loras slammed him around and pushed his head back against the wall with a firm grasp of his hair.
"No one. Ever. Knows. About. This." He stated and watched as Joffrey slowly just grinned.
"So what? I'm just your little toy while your dragon boyfriend is too busy?"
"So what? I'm just a substitute for James while he is to busy being fucked senseless by Jojen?"

Joffrey's grin soon turned into a dark glare. "That's a low shot." He shoved Loras off him as he began to pull up his boxers and jeans before tying the belt back tightly. "You're a smug bastard." He elbowed Loras quickly in the stomach and watched the air rush out of his lungs. Quickly grabbing him by the throat Joffrey slammed him up against the wall. "You know... I've waited this long because you mean something to Rhaegal-"
"Since when does Rhaegal's feelings matter to you!" Loras shouted.

Joffrey waited a minute as again that sly grin returned to his face. "Because at the end of the day no matter what..."
"He's James' brother." Loras whispered.
"We have a winner. But you know... sometimes I have these dreams... weird dreams." He admitted. His finger curled under Loras' chin as he turned the boy's gaze back up to him. "They can be so pretty. I dream of a world where James is mine. I have him as a slave working under my rule. Everyday he comes into my chambers and I would stare at him. It's kind of funny... but sometimes the dreams change. Sometimes I'm stood in the darkness and I know deep in my heart. I'm dead. But I'm comforted by the fact that Jojen isn't with James... This may look like a perfect family but the truth is somewhat different. In the dream the dragon's are only loyal to Daenerys out of the fact she radiates strength. Daenerys locked Viserion and Rhaegal away in the catacombs of her far away city. Drogon was next on her list to be locked away."
"You speak as if these dreams are real." Loras snarled. He was surprised by the great strength that Joffrey had. The boy who had the littlest amount appearance of strength.
"It was once said that dreams are just memories of another life... Plus of all the things you have seen. You think that my dreams are the weirdest?"
"Go on then. Tell me. In these strange dreams then... why does Daenerys want to lock Drogon away?"

Joffrey grinned as he slowly lent forward till his warm breath brushed over Loras' face. "Haven't you ever wondered why there is a sibling rivalry? Ever wondered why Drogon is so protective of James?"
"Maybe because... I don't know. James is his baby brother?!" Loras rolled his eyes as his sarcastic voice growled through Joffrey.
"In my dreams I saw a man approach Daenerys while she was in one of her throne room. She sat on a marble bench and the man kept coming forward. He was breaking down as he got nearer. He carried a bundle... like a child. But when he fell to the floor and opened the bundle in front of the Queen... it wasn't a child which was in there... well... it wasn't any more." He grinned sharply as Loras paled.
"What was..." He was scared to even ask as he already knew the answer.
"All that was left was some blackened bones and ash. The man cried that the winged black shadow dropped from the sky." Joffrey grinned. "I guess subconsciously with human emotions he's struggling to come to terms with it..."
"You still haven't answered my question."
"It wasn't that long after that Daenerys locked Viserion and Rhaegal away out of fear that they would repeat his actions." Joffrey began to turn away. "I'm going to have a shower... watch out for Drogon." He flashed a dark pearly smile. "If you get another itch... you know where to find me." Joffrey walked off to go back into the house and Loras sank back against the wall. He gazed down at the bag he had brought with him after raiding Margaery's bedroom before he left.

He was reluctant to reach in as he pulled out a leather bound Journal. His hand ran over the emerald which sat as the centre piece in the middle of the ancient and worn texture. As soon as he opened the first page he frowned as he came across the old ancient symbols which he couldn't begin to understand. There was only one thing on those old pages that he actually recognised.

Two words which claimed owner ship over the pages and all the contents within them.

James Targaryen

-Break-

Rhaegal exhaled slowly as he stretched out. He couldn't help but smile slightly as his body felt comforted and well rested. The soft silk beneath his bare body comforted him as did the warm temperature of the room. He didn't want to open his eyes or move a muscle as he didn't want this bliss to break. But like most good things, it had to come to and end sometime, it may as well be in a time he chose to end it with.

His eyes slowly blinked open and he let out a sigh. He turned head slightly to see James still passed out cold. He was whimpering slightly like a wounded puppy and instantly Rhaegal felt his chest tighten. It felt like a knife to his heart at that moment.

"Rhaegal is it really you awake this time?"

The dragon siblings turned his head as he watched Jojen dabbing James' brow with a damp. He searched through his hazy memories and seemed to recall something about him coming to lay with rest on the bed to protect James... He also remembered what he did to him. "You were inside my head." He snarled as he remembered the intrusion into his thoughts.
"You were going to rip my face off with your teeth." He said impassively as he went back to watching James. He didn't even look up when Rhaegal's stomach let out a loud growl. Immediately the boy clamped his arm down to try and block the escaping sound. "You're sitting there naked and the thing that bothers you most is the fact that I may hear your stomach growling?" Jojen shook his head.
"Why would I be bothered with you looking at my body? It's not as though you've never seen someone naked before." He rolled his eyes and slowly turned to look over his shoulder back at James. "How many days has it been now?"
"You woke up a week ago... or the dragon... or what ever. So all in all... I'd say we've been here about two weeks."
"How's Viserion?"

The bedroom door opened slowly as the kind face of his sister stared down at him. "I'm doing just fine amore Drago." She walked over and planted a kiss on his cheek as she hugged him close. "It's good to have you back." She kept one arm wrapped tightly around him while she put the spare bathrobe around him. "Just because you don't mind showing off your body, doesn't mean that others want to see it." She chided with a twinkle in her eyes.
"Where's Drogon?"

As soon as he said the name Rhaegal got a sickening twist in his stomach. It felt as though a hidden burning river of anger was beginning to build up inside of him. He watched a similar reaction taking place on Viserion's face but she quickly smoothed it out and looked into her brother's eyes seriously. "Rhaegal. You can't go back into dragon form again... not until we've figured out how to control it." She looked over sadly at James. "Other wise this will be the penance for losing control to the power... we've all exhibited strange... symptoms from changing into that form. You have been switching between personalities faster than the wind could change direction. James has been in this coma like this for the last two weeks and him..." Viserion couldn't understand why she couldn't bring herself to speak her brother's name. "He's been hearing voices and been going wild. From what I hear, he only managed to come back to his senses yesterday."
"And what about you?" Rhaegal watched as his sister paused. Jojen was turned away and paying no attention to the conversation but both knew he was curious. How ever Rhaegal could see something in his sister's eyes which no one else could: Misunderstanding and confusion.
"I spent a week by myself trying to resist the urge to come back and rip you away from mother. I didn't want to be around her... like I couldn't stand the sight of her." She slowly moved her blond hair back over her shoulders and absently stared out the window. "Then the dreams started..." She stopped herself and shook her head. "No that's enough for now. We shouldn't be-"

Her and Rhaegal arched their backs as it felt as though lightning had exploded through their spines.

Both turned and looked around the room as they continued to feel as though something thick was filling the air. "What the hell." She whispered and turned just in time to realise where this strange sense was coming from.

It was radiating in a thick aura from James.

Both stared slightly horrified as his eyes burst wide open and flashed a brilliant emerald before settling into their natural turquoise. "James?!" Jojen was quickly on his knees holding the boy's hand. "James? Is it you?" James stared blankly at the ceiling for a moment. His eyes were cold and lifeless. Jojen looked at what was once a brilliant blue was now tainted around the edges by a spreading emerald. "James?" He reached out to run his hand across the boy's jaw line but as soon as the touch came near, James' hand locked tight around Jojen's wrist. He turned his head slowly towards his lover and stared blankly at him as though he couldn't see anything.

Rhaegal and Viserion didn't twitch a muscle as they watched their brother. Obviously he was still coming out the grips of being inside the dragon's mind. "Jojen?" He finally whimpered. The moment he spoke his eyes seemed to become a clash of colours. Like waves and moving water the colour of turquoise and emerald crashed violently against each other.

It was almost painful to watch.

Jojen how ever simply leaned closer and kissed the boy's lips softly. "James, what happened?" None of them knew how to react when James' voice became like velvet and the words began to flow from his mouth as though they had always meant to.
"Bantis zōbrie issa se ossȳngnoti lēdys." Viserion and Rhaegal stared in horror as they heard the words. While Jojen snapped his heads towards their pale faces and beading for heads.
"What kind of language was that?" He stared at James' uncomprehending eyes.
"I-...I-" Rhaegal stared in horror at James. "I understood what he said!"
"Me too." Viserion whispered.
"Well then what did he say?"
"The night is dark and full of terrors." Both whispered.
"James... what did you see?"

James just slowly sat up and let his eyes widen as realisation seemed to cross his eyes. "James are you okay?" in response he simply grabbed the blanket and threw them as they went flying across the room. He stared at his leg incrediously as he watched the pink flesh which stood out slowly shrinking away being replaced by perfect bronze skin. The angry purple and red blotched which made up most of his foot were deflating and soon gone. "James." Viserion stared amazed then reached out an arm to help him stand.

He smacked her arm away quickly and snarled as his eyes burst temporarily into emerald. "Don't touch me!" Rhaegal pulled her back quickly as James slowly placed his foot onto the warm rug of the floor. He grinned to himself darkly before he began to chuckle. "So this is my reward? This is the best you got to try and keep me here?! Honestly this is the best you can give me!?" He slowly turned his gaze up to the window as he stood and took slow steps. He quickly pulled on a pair of shorts and looked at himself in the mirror. "So the cripple is finally once again complete." He muttered to himself.
"Rhaegal I-"

Viserion and Rhaegal turned sharply to give a warning cry but by the time they had James already had moved in a flash and had Loras pinned up against the wall by his neck. "Your bastard sister."
"J-James." He gagged as James lifted him off the floor and Loras scrambled for his neck.
"Your. Fucking. Sister. I WILL NEVER FORGIVE HER!" His eyes burned intensely. Loras stared fearfully into them. Something about the way they shifted just seemed unnatural. The amount of hatred stored in them. "You don't have her here to protect you this time... everything she did to me... everything that she tried to do with everyone else. I will never forgive her or your stupid family!"
"J-James please stop!" Viserion and Rhaegal could see the light leaving Loras' eyes.
"You toyed with all you bastard."
"James."

James turned and and punched out at the person who spoke.

But as his fist collided with Drogon's arm he fell quiet. "And you... you selfish bastard. You're the worst of us all. You're a fake Drogon. YOU'RE A LIE!"

All stopped and stared as James said that. That's what Drogon had been murmuring a few days before...How could James had known he was saying that? Jojen thought as his lover's grip released Loras who dropped to the floor and writhed as he clutched his throat. Jojen simply reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. Turning up the speaker on the device he began to play the song that they had first kissed to.

The effects were almost instantaneous as James slowly turned back to gaze at Jojen. His eyes turned back completely to their brilliant turquoise. "James. Come back to me."
"The rest of you... get out." Everyone stood staring at him for a moment before he snarled. "NOW!"

Everyone other than Jojen quickly fled out the room as James turned back to his lover. "We have to talk."
"What about?" Jojen stared at him.
"Well there's just one little thing bothering me..." James frowned as he looked down to his hand. Jojen raised his eyebrow slightly as James opened it Jojen stared down at a humble ring... it looked like

No way...

James slowly looked back up into Jojen's eyes with a impassive gaze. "I think we're married."