Hello again readers~! I was planning to post this chapter later on in the week but I got too excited and couldn't wait!
Also it has been brought to our attention by jojoandpicnic97 that we haven't really described what type of dragons are in the story.
Yamiyodarknight said, "They're not eastern type dragons. I visualized them as more like western type dragons, almost like the ones from Tales from Earthsea (by Miyazaki's son I believe) but not quite as detailed."
Hopefully that helps you all a bit to visualize what the dragons look like.
So without further ado… here's chapter 6!
"Dammit, Al!" Matthew growled, stalking around the castle grounds. "I can't believe you'd just run off like that!"
He and his brother had been taught about the layout of the grounds, but now that they were here...he didn't know what his brother was doing. They'd even stolen clothes off some poor blokes clothes line.
He had an idea of where he was, but being alone in such a strange place was frightening.
"Excuse me Monsieur, but are you lost?" A voice behind Matthew asked.
Matthew whirled around with surprise, eyes widening. He hadn't expected to be caught so soon. "I-I..." He started to say, voice becoming shaky. He wasn't good with speaking with strangers, but he decided to play along, if only to be safe. "Y-yes. I'm lost." He said.
"I thought so." Francis said wearily. He had just gotten out of his armor after a long night of guarding his post. "The castle grounds are under strict security at the moment. Most of the citizens have been told to stay in the village, but you don't look like you're from around here."
Matthew had to force himself not to squirm under the other male's gaze. "N-no. I'm not from around here. I'm here on a traveling expedition with my brother. But we got separated and now I'm lost." He lied, messing with the hem of his shirt.
Francis breathed a heavy sigh. He was still in a foul mood from when the loathsome dragon flew off with Arthur. He was angry that the event didn't go as planned and he was worried about his missing friend. He had been concerned when Arthur had been hurt. The last thing he wanted to do was assist a lost traveler who was exploring an area that was currently off limits… But still, he felt some pity for the boy. He looked so innocent by the way he nervously played with the hem of his clothes.
"I can't let you go wandering around the grounds by yourself." Francis spoke. "But I can escort you around the grounds until we find your brother. He can't have gotten far." Francis decided he would feel terrible if he didn't help the young lad out. Plus, acting courteous towards civilians was part of his Knight's Code. And he couldn't go against his code.
Matthew was apprehensive of the offer and immediately started to shake his head. "N-no! It's quite alright!" He squeaked nervously. "I don't want to bother you!" Of course, in his mind it was more like, I don't want to mess up and have you end up killing me cuz you'll find out I'm a dragon.
"Please Monsieur, I insist." Francis said while carelessly throwing and arm around the boys shoulder. "I know the grounds quite well so it should take us no time at all to find him. Plus… you are not permitted to walk the grounds by yourself."
Matthew wanted to shriek, he really did. This guy just had his arm carelessly thrown around his shoulders like they were overly familiar with each other. It bothered him much more than he'd have liked it to.
"O-okay then," he consented weakly, starting to tremble slightly. "Th-thank you."
Francis couldn't help but smile (something he hadn't done in a while) at the boy's mortified expression. It was funny to think that something so small could set the boy on edge. And if he was being truthful, it was kind of… cute.
"By the way, I believe we failed to introduce ourselves. My name is Francis Bonnefoy." The knight began to say as they walked off. "What might your name be?"
He wasn't sure if he should be telling the man his name, but figured he might as well since, one, no one knew him, and two, he'd never bothered to come up with a fake name. "Matthew...Matthew Williams..." He mumbled, trailing behind Francis. He didn't say his brother's name. He wasn't sure if the humans knew it when he was captured.
"Mathieu… Enchanté." Francis said. He took Matthew's hand and raised it to his lips to place a soft kiss. This was a gesture that he commonly used when meeting new people.
Matthew's face went a deep red and he yanked his hand away, stumbling back. "What was that for?!" He demanded, heart pounding. He didn't not know of humans having such intimate greetings. Why hadn't Arthur warned him about such things?
"I was merely greeting you, Mathieu." Francis laughed. "Please don't tell me that my small greeting is what caused you to become so flustered." He teased. Francis had never received this sort of reaction before. This boy was very different from others around here…
"W-well, it's not like we have those kinds ofgreetings where I come from!" Matthew protested, not too happy about the teasing. "Small greeting is hardly the right term for… for something like that!"
"Well I do apologize. Please, forgive my rudeness." Francis bowed his head slightly in apology. But his dancing blue eyes said he was far from being sorry. "And might I ask where a lovely angel like you fell from?"
Matthew blinked. What kind of question was that supposed to be. And it's not like he could just go and say, "oh yes I live in the woods sometimes, and caves too. I'm a dragon so we kinda can't live in houses"! He also didn't know what he was supposed to make of that man's gaze. Was his heart supposed to be thumping that loudly?
"Er...well me and my brother are travelers. So we don't really stay in one place." Matthew lied again, hoping the blue-eyed tease would believe it.
"Why, that sounds so magnifique." Francis' eyes grew bright with interest. "I can't imagine what wondrous sights those lovely eyes of yours have gazed upon in your years of travel." Francis couldn't help but flirt with the traveler. It had been a while since he felt like this. Lively. Confident. Flirtatious… Like himself again.
"It can be," Matthew agreed. He had seen some good sights while flying at least, so it wasn't a whole lie. "But sometimes there are bad places too. Then it's not too great." Why did he feel like he was starting to relax around this person? He shouldn't be considering the situation.
"I'm so sorry that you've come across some unpleasant sights in your travels." Francis spoke genuinely. "Everything your eyes fall upon should be just as lovely as you." Francis then halted and his smile widened as he came up with an idea. "I just had a thought. If you don't mind waiting to find your brother, I would love to give you a tour inside the castle. I'm sure that you will find our castle grounds to be very pleasing to the eyes."
Matthew flushed at being called beautiful. Now that wasn't something he had expected to be called. But the offer got his attention. This man was offering to guide him through the castle?
He might as well have given him a map and clearance to wander wherever. Eyes shining hopefully, he asked, "Really? You'd really show me around?"
Francis felt his heart thump a few swift heavy beats in his chest. He didn't know if Matthew purposely meant to look that adorable with his bright eyes, but he found it quite enticing.
"Mon Cher, it would be an honor to show you the Kingdom of Hetalia's humble castle." Francis bowed in a gentlemanly fashion and offered a hand to Matthew.
Matthew couldn't help but smile at the blonde as he bowed and offered his hand.
The dragon hesitated, but decided to take Francis' hand anyways. Well, at least he was making headway into researching the castle. And he was being treated nicely, so that was a plus.
Francis happily lead Matthew around the castle grounds. As they approached the left wing entrance Francis shook his head in disappointment.
"Matthias and Lukas have left their post again." He muttered exasperatedly. "They are good Knights but they can be hard to work with at times." Francis explained to Matthew.
"Oh." Matthew replied simply. "I take it you're a knight. So what kinds of things do you all do?" It was something he was curious about. He figured he might as well ask someone willing to speak.
"You must have traveled very far indeed if you do not know what a knight does." Francis replied as they walked down the halls of the Castle. "Well, a Knight must fight and serve their citizens according to the Code of Chivaly. If you ask me, I find some parts of the code a bit outdated, but there is still one Knight who is very strict about keeping to the code… or at least he used to be strict about it." Francis returned to his solemn state as his mind wandered back to Arthur.
Matthew knew he was talking about Arthur. "Does that include the whole deal with dragons? I do not understand, forgive me if this sounds insulting, why you would hunt them."
"It is simple to understand, non?" Francis looked quizzically at the traveler. "They are brutal creatures that destroy our lands and take what rightfully belongs to us."
Matthew frowned, trying not to feel hurt. "Well...can you be so sure about that? Have you truly met a dragon and spoke with them?" He replied softly, looking away. "Maybe they're not as bad as you're making them out to be..."
"I don't need to speak to one to know what terrible creatures they are." Francis frowned. He did not like this topic of conversation. "Dragons burned my house down to the ground and most recently one stole something I cared very much about." Francis' expression turned dark.
Matthew didn't comment. Now he was sure he felt pangs in his chest. Even though he wasn't responsible for what happened to Francis, he was being called an evil creature. He looked sadly at the man, "Im sorry. I'm going to go now. I'm certain my brother is looking for me." He bit his lip and turned away before trying to hurry off.
Francis quickly snapped out of his hateful stupor as the traveler began to rush towards the entrance. "Matthieu wait!" Francis sprinted after him. Had he scared him away with his scary expression?
Francis was finally able to catch up to Matthew outside near the Castle garden. "I apologize if I offended you in some way, but there is no reason to hurry off. After all, I did not help you find your brother." Francis spoke in a rush trying to get him to stay. It had been a while since he had someone like Matthew to talk to and he couldn't stand to see him go.
"N-no." Matthew declined, shaking his head. "I'd better go on my own, thank you." He smiled sadly. "Thank you for guiding me around but I don't think it's good for me to stay here any longer. And... There are things you don't understand. About me."
He looked as he noticed Alfred waving for him. (Where had he been the whole time?!) But he also noticed the angry look when he'd spotted Francis. He gave his brother a curt shake of his head to do nothing. Alfred frowned but obeyed.
Francis was disheartened to see who he could only assume was Matthew's brother. "I understand." Francis said sadly. In a last attempt to make the traveler happy, he picked a rose off a nearby bush (careful not to prick his finger) and gave it to Matthew. "I understand that you need to leave and I know little about you…but please give me a chance to learn about who you are. Please, return to see me whenever you like."
Matthew frowned. "You want to know who I am? Francis... Do you think I am a bad person?" He asked, gently taking the rose between his fingers.
Francis furrowed his eyebrows and looked at Matthew in surprise. "Non… non I do not think you are a bad person. Your eyes hold too much kindness for you to be bad." Francis answered as genuinely as he could.
Matthew laughed very softly. "Then you are very much a hypocrite." He said. "If you really want to know about me, then I will show you." He pulled Francis (who now had a confused look on his face) with him, Alfred had already gone ahead to the forest to wait for him to leave.
Matthew stopped a bit away from where his brother was and let go of Francis' hand. "I asked you that question earlier for a reason. Maybe...I could have changed your mind for the better." He said.
He shifted into his dragon form and nudged the knight softly with his snout. "I'm sorry," he apologized, violet eyes showing his sadness. "I would have liked to get to know you too. Just like how Arthur and Alfred got to know each other. My brother isn't bad, you know. Neither is Arthur. There is love between them and it makes them strong." He pulled away, letting a violet scale fall to the blonde's feet. "I wish you could see that too." He flapped his wings and took off into the air, the blue dragon right behind him.
Francis was unable to speak when Matthew revealed himself. So many emotions welled up inside him. (Especially when Alfred and Arthur were mentioned.) Anger and sorrow. Repulsion and devastation. Apprehension and confusion. Francis felt all these emotions and more as Matthew flew away.
He looked down at the violet scale on the ground. It seemed to mock him has he gazed upon it. Francis had every intention to leave it where it was and angrily rush back to the Castle and forget he ever met the trav… thedragon. But, for reasons that he couldn't explain, Francis picked up the scale and placed it in his pocket.
Matthew was silent on the way back to the cave they were all staying at, not answering any of Alfred's questions of why he was with Francis and why he'd revealed his true form to him. He was sad, truly sad. He had been hoping that he'd met a human who'd understand like Arthur did. But he maybe he was wrong about that.
He didn't say anything to Arthur when he got back either. He didn't really want to say anything at the moment.
"What happened to Matthew?" Arthur questioned Alfred. He kept his voice barely above a whisper and kept throwing concerned glances at the gloomy dragon.
Alfred shrugged slightly. "I'm not quite sure. When we had to leave he was with… Francis." He spat the man's name with disgust. "And he revealed himself as a dragon to him. He wouldn't tell me why."
"What?!" Arthur asked in a exaggerated whisper. His expression became hard. "What did he do to make Matthew do that?!… I swear the next time I see that frog I'll castrate him."
"I told you! I don't know!" Alfred hissed, just as worried about Matthew as Arthur was. "He just was like that when we left. Why don't you ask him? Maybe he'll tell you."
Arthur gave an exasperated sigh before leaving Alfred to talk to Matthew. He approached him hesitantly and spoke softly. "Matthew… are you alright? Francis didn't harm you, did he?"
Matthew looked at Arthur, bewildered, before an irritated look came over his face. "Alfred talked to you, didn't he?" He sighed. "I'm fine. Just mad at myself, I guess. I don't know what I was thinking, showing him that I was a dragon. But no, he didn't do anything to me."
Arthur sat next to the dragon and gave him a pat on the back. "I'll admit that wasn't the brightest idea." Arthur spoke truthfully. "But I trust that you did what you thought was best at the moment. And you returned to us safely. That's what matters."
"I guess. But I wonder if I did the right thing, showing him." Matthew said. "I mean, I felt really hurt when he said that dragons are 'terrible creatures'. I mean, I'm not bad and neither is my brother. But what bothers me most is why I'm bothered by what he said."
"Well… why are you bothered by what he said?" Arthur inquired.
"I don't know!" Matthew cried, startling himself by how loud he'd said that. He hadn't meant to. "I don't know. I just felt really bad for some reason when he said that..."
Arthur wrapped his arms around Matthew and started rubbing small comforting circles in his back. He waited patiently for Matthew to continue. He didn't want to press him for more information and cause him more distress.
"He was very kind to me," Matthew explained. "I admit, I used that to my advantage, but I figured it would help since we needed to learn the layout of that place in person. He kept saying really nice things to me, and I was hoping that maybe I'd met someone who understood, but then I found out who he was. And I still tried to get past that, but then I asked him about dragons and he said how horrible we were and I just..." He stopped speaking, tears filling his eyes.
Arthur mentally cursed Francis. Oh, he wassure that stupid frog acted like the perfect gentleman towards Matthew. The man always acted flirtatiously to anyone with a pretty face… but Arthur wasn't about to tell Matthew that.
"Don't pay any mind to what he said. He… has always been bitter towards dragons. He lost his parents when his house burned down and he has lived with my family ever since then." Arthur spoke more quietly, feeling some pity for his old friend. "He actually is a good person. (Even if he and I do fight a lot.) But he is still dealing with a lot of hurt. Give him time and I'm sure he will change his view on dragons."
Matthew nodded slowly, still not sure if that would be the case. "Yea...I guess you're right. It just hurts me that he thinks all dragons are bad just because one happened to do him wrong. But I guess we did the same with the humans, huh?" He smiled sadly at Arthur. "It makes me regret what I did to Alfred and you, before I learned."
"But the point is that you did learn." Arthur insisted. "You changed your views and so can Francis. We have to hope that people can change… otherwise there will be no point to what we are trying to do."
Matthew nodded and stood up slowly. "I'm going to go and rest a bit. If you have any questions about the layout, and whatever's changed, you can ask Alfred." He then left the cave.
Arthur waited for Matthew to leave the cave before letting out a long frustrated groan and covered his face with his hands. Francis was just causing them too much trouble.
"So what'd he say?" Alfred asked, wondering what Arthur had been told. "He kept ignoring me the whole time back and wouldn't answer any of my questions!"
"He's just feeling a bit hurt and confused at the moment." Arthur lifted his head up to look at Alfred. "Apparently, Francis left quite an impression on him."
Alfred growled lowly in his throat, not happy at all. "I can't believe he'd even like that guy!" He exclaimed. "He's such a jerk! Mattie does not need to be around someone like him! He's too innocent!"
Arthur didn't comment. He was still very upset with Francis (really more than upset) for what he did to Alfred. But part if him wanted to believe that Francis could change. Change for the sake of their friendship, change for the sake of peace, and now (more than anything) change for Matthew's sake.
"Yes well, how about we forget about Francis for the time being." Arthur said wanting to get to more important matters. "What did you discover on your little scouting trip?"
"Well," Alfred said, "the guards seem to be on an hourly shift. There's a time of about 10 minutes while they change positions. So we'd have to move pretty quickly to get in."
"Hmm… we can probably sneak at nighttime during a shift change. The Knights have always been less vigilant during that time so we will have a better chance of being unnoticed." Arthur mused. "Were you able to take a small glance of the inside?"
"Vaguely. The shifts were quicker then. About half the time for them to switch." Alfred replied.
"Alright. Well I know it's a long shot to ask this but… Did you happen to see or hear anything concerning the King's whereabouts?" Arthur asked intently. "This is the most important information for us to know. If they moved him to a different part of the Castle then we will be wondering aimlessly around the halls trying to looking for him. And that means we will have a higher risk of being caught."
"Sorry," Alfred mumbled, looking greatly disappointed. "I listened around, even by some of the guards to eavesdrop on them, but I didn't hear anything about him. I don't know if they've hidden him away or if he's carrying about as normal… Should we still continue this?"
Arthur's stomach turned at this information. There were hundreds of rooms in the castle, dozens of secret passageways, and dozens of knights patrolling the hallways. It would be so easy for them to get caught if they tried looking into every room of the castle to find the king.
They simply couldn't go through with the plan. It was too dangerous… but Arthur promised the Elders he would bring the King. And he didn't want to think about what might happen if he didn't follow through on his word.
"We still need to go through with the plan." Arthur finally spoke. "We'll check the King's chambers first. If he's not there then we will need to think of something else."
"That might be for the best," Alfred agreed quietly, eyes showing he was deep in thought. "Perhaps then I could track him down by scent if anything. His chambers would have his smell all over it. We could use that. He wouldn't think we could transform to humans so we can use that to our advantage too."
"I hadn't thought of that." Arthur blinked in surprise. "If the King isn't in his chambers then you can track him down. But if we do that then we will have to be quick. I'm sure that there will be some sort of magical enchantment to let one if the guards know that there are intruders. We will have to go in and out as fast as possible so no one catches us."
"Right." Alfred agreed again. "I'd rather this go over quickly and smoothly if at all possible. I think we should have Mattie keep lookout for us. He's got good vision, especially at night. His scales are pretty dark so he can blend in, especially if it's cloudy (plus everyone usually doesn't see him anyways). He can warn us if there's a problem."
"Right." Arthur nodded in agreement. "…I guess that's all we need to have planned for now. We can explain this all to Matthew in the morning and break into the castle around midnight when the knights change shifts."
"Alright. I'll make sure he knows before it gets too late", Alfred replied, smiling slightly. "I'm sure everything will go alright with the three of us working together."
Arthur didn't reply. He instead gave Alfred a weak smile, although he knew it must have looked strained. But Arthur couldn't help it.
Ever since the incident at the arena, the young Knight's head was constantly swimming with worry and doubt. He worried that something would go wrong again and he doubted (that if Alfred should be put in danger once again) that Arthur would be strong enough to protect him.
This plan was very risky and there was a good chance of one of them being caught. It terrified Arthur to think that he might not have much time left with his beloved Dragon if things were to go wrong.
Sensing Arthur's worry, Alfred wrapped his arms around his knight. "It'll be ok, Artie. I'm going to make sure you'll be alright and nothing bad will happen."
He was actually worried himself, but if he let the other know that, it would only make his worry worsen. He just wanted it all to go alright. No more wars or murders. Just peace between two species that had the potential to help each other.
"I'm going to make sure that it'll go alright," he stated firmly.
Arthur could only nod and leaned into the warmth of Alfred's embrace. He wished they could always be like this. The dragon was always this way towards Arthur. Always so kind. So gentle…
Arthur didn't know what he would do if he lost Alfred. He feared what it would be like to never hold him in his arms. To kiss him warmly… And Arthur never even had the chance to fully… enjoy Alfred's company…
These thoughts began to stir something within the Knight. A sudden feeling of longing overcame him. A longing to be closer to Alfred. To be closer than he had ever been with anyone.
"Alfred…" Arthur glanced up nervously at the dragon and flushed slightly. He paused trying to think of how to tell the other how he felt.
Alfred looked down at Arthur, pulling away just enough so he could get a better look at the other. "Something wrong?" He asked, worrying about the knight's flushed face. "Your face is red. You ok?"
That comment made Arthur want to feel embarrassed about thinking these thoughts, but he pushed the feeling aside.
He took a calming breath before boldly fixing his eyes on Alfred's. "I was just thinking." Arthur spoke quietly. "I just… just wish we could be closer."
Alfred cocked his head in confusion. "We aren't close enough?" He asked, not understanding what Arthur meant. He had been hugging him, hadn't he? How could they get any closer?
Arthur didn't speak his answer. Words still failing him, and not knowing how to address it to Alfred, the knight tried a different approach.
Arthur shifted so that his and Alfred's chests were lightly pressed against each other. His eyes became half lidded and slowly, Arthur placed his hands on the dragon's shoulders, brushed over Alfred's neck, and let his fingers entwine into Alfred's hair.
Alfred blushed a deep red, finally figuring out what was meant when Arthur pressed against his body, tangling his fingers in his golden hair.
A surprised "Oh" was all he could get out from throat. Well, this was unexpected. Or was it?
Face still retaining its flushed color, he decided he wanted to go along with this. He let one hand settle on Arthur's slim waist, gripping it firmly before letting the other one brush lightly against Arthur's cheek.
"You sure you wanna go with this Artie?" He asked quietly, not wanting to startle the other.
"Yes." Arthur answered in faint exhalation. He leaned closer. Their noses brushed together and Arthur's lips ghosted over Alfred's. "I want to be with you like this." As he spoke he let his hands hold the other just a little tighter; trying to express how much he wanted Alfred.
Alfred nodded wordlessly and pressed his lips against Arthur's own soft ones. He couldn't say he hadn't been wanting to touch Arthur like this beforehand.
He let his curiosity take over and reached one hand under the smaller male's shirt, feeling the unblemished skin underneath it. He made sure to move slowly, carefully, so that he didn't make Arthur feel too uncomfortable. He didn't want to frighten him.
Arthur let his eyes fall shut and gave in, letting Alfred initiate while he submitted slowly. He relished in the feeling of being kissed, being touched, by Alfred like this. Alfred's hesitant caresses made Arthur's heart pound quicker, harder.
Arthur barely parted his lips, inviting Alfred to a fuller kiss as he clung tightly to the other.
He was fearful of Arthur becoming hesitant towards the intimate touching but when he felt the knight relinquish himself to the touches, he felt more drawn to making the feeling of his soft flesh well-known in his mind. He could hear Arthur's heart pounding and it made his own pulse quicken.
He accepted Arthur's invitation for a deeper kiss, running his tongue across his green-eyed lover's lips, tasting them before slipping past them to run it across Arthur's.
Arthur felt the kiss quickly become more powerful. The more he responded the more passionate Alfred became. So Arthur reciprocated, matching Alfred's intensity while still relenting and letting himself be overpowered.
For what seemed like ages, and yet at the same time felt like seconds, they didn't part. Arthur felt himself growing more aroused and his breathing became more ragged.
Arthur broke the kiss then moving to nuzzle his face in the crook of Alfred's neck. He panted slightly and mumbled, "Come with me." He stood and grasped Alfred's hands; leading him to the nest of furs in the cave. "If we want to do this right we can't be sitting on a couple of boulders all night." Arthur spoke in a teasing tone.
Alfred snorted with amusement at the comment and let himself be pulled over to his nest of furs. "I hadn't planned on letting us lay on boulders anytime soon," he chuckled softly.
He sat on the furs and pulled Arthur down with him onto his lap, pulling the knight's legs around his waist before kissing him again. "But I did plan on making you mine eventually," he continued, tugging Arthur's shirt off over his head, revealing pale skin.
A jolt of thrill ran up Arthur's spine upon hearing Alfred's words, making him groan softly. And when his shirt was removed, Arthur didn't try to cover himself or avoid Alfred's gaze like he had done at the stream. He gave Alfred's piercing blue eyes a few moments to rake over him, before he leant forward to press his lips hungrily against the dragons.
"I've always wanted… to be yours…" Arthur confessed in between kisses as he began pulling at Alfred's shirt, trying to take it off. "Since the first day… I met you." Arthur succeeded in removing Alfred's shirt and didn't hesitate to press their bare chests together. He couldn't hold back a soft cry of pleasure at the feeling of skin touching skin.
Alfred let out a low, possessive growl at what Arthur said, moving away from the kiss so he could nip at the knight's neck tenderly, teasing the skin there with his teeth.
He let his hands wander over the milky skin of Arthur's chest again, following the small dips and curves that formed such an elegant form. It was pleasantly cool to the touch but felt as of it were heating up under his ministrations.
He dipped his head lower to suck on Arthur's collarbone, leaving a red mark in that place. He planned on letting anyone who saw it know that Arthur was his and that was that.
Arthur began to feel lightheaded with the way Alfred touched him; but his body felt differently. Alfred's possessive touches made Arthur feel like fire was coursing through his veins. It vaguely reminded him of what he felt like while taking the shape shifting potion. But this wasn't the same fire. No this was a new fire. It was a much different fire. Instead of pain, Arthur felt nothing but heat and pleasure burning through him. Clouding his mind and causing him to lose track of all the places the dragon touched.
"Alfred!" Arthur moaned softly, running his fingers through Alfred's hair as the dragon nipped at his skin. His hands then moved downward to cling to the dragons arms… shoulders… anywhere and everywhere he could reach. Wanting to feel more of the dragons powerful muscles moving beneath smooth skin; and wanting to feel more of that pleasurable fire and passion that only Alfred could fill him with.
The fact it was his name being called made Alfred's body heat up. Arthur wanted him. He was reciprocating all the loving touches he received, and it made Alfred want to love him even more.
He could feel all the caresses on his arms and shoulders that Arthur gave. It sent a pleasantly hot sensation down his spine, making him utter a soft groan of his own.
Arthur's movements were elegant in his eyes. He wanted to see more. He wanted to see his back arch towards his touch, to see him writhe underneath him.
He pressed Arthur onto his back, hovering over him on hands and knees. What a beautiful quivering mess he had before him.
Arthur's breath caught when his back hit the soft furs beneath them. With Alfred hovering over him, blue eyes burning and full of longing, Arthur instantly felt more open and vulnerable. And he welcomed it.
Arthur's pants were becoming unbearably tight. He wanted more. Grabbing at Alfred's sides, Arthur thrusted up into the dragon.
Alfred shut his eyes and let out another small groan at the contact before grabbing Arthur's hips and forcing them to stay still. He grimaced at the blonde beneath him. "It's not nice to tease, Artie," he scolded softly. "I don't wanna rush this, ok?"
He lowered his head and ran his tongue alongside Arthur's neck before stopping at the junction where jaw met neck, nibbling at the skin there. "We're going to take this slow and learn."
Arthur wanted to protest. Alfred was already driving him crazy with gentle touches and tender kisses. Arthur was burning madly for the dragon to just take him now. But at the same he didn't want to rush the other.
Arthur willed himself to relax and not get too excited. He looked up bashfully and placed an apologetic kiss on the dragons lips. "Sorry love." He murmured. "You just make me feel so eager."
Alfred smiled warmly at the comment and kissed Arthur back softly in return. "It's alright. I just don't want to rush and hurt you by mistake. Just let me get a feel for you."
He moved downward, trailing kisses and leaving marks down the blonde's previously unmarked skin while his hands rubbed and caressed where he wasn't touching. He was going to make sure that Arthur was marked.
One hand roamed down father and rubbed against Arthur's groin, the other playing the with the hem of his pants.
Arthur almost forgot how to breathe as Alfred's kisses trailed lower and lower across his chest. Arthur had to concentrate on Alfred's beating heart to calm himself down enough to suck in a trembling breath.
Arthur reveled in Alfred's delicate touches. His breathing now turned into panting as he tried desperately not urge Alfred to hurry. But nothing could stop the Knight from throwing his head back and let out a needy moan as Alfred touched the most forbidden of places.
Alfred gave a sly smile at the moan; the sound of such a cry was very appealing. He tugged the pants off and tossed them aside, not caring as to where they landed before taking in the sight of his Arthur, disheveled and reddened and not hidden by any clothing.
He'd had to cover his eyes last time, but now he wasn't going to let the chance to look at his beautiful lover slip away. "You never told me how pretty you are, Arthur," the dragon commented, appreciating his job of marking the blonde. "You're so beautiful."
Arthur felt himself flush further upon Alfred's compliments, but felt blissfully happy under the dragons adoring gaze. "Don't be… ridiculous." Arthur panted.
Arthur brought a hand up to cup Alfred's cheek as place the other hand on the dragons firm chest. He looked admirably at the well built form in front of him. "You on the other hand are simply gorgeous."
Alfred blushed slightly and chuckled. "I'm not being ridiculous here, you are." He pressed a kiss to Arthur's cheek and then one to his forehead. "You're very much beautiful and I'm lucky that I get to keep you by my side."
He pulled away and tugged his own pants off, giving a small sigh of relief. It was getting a little too uncomfortable with them on.
"You wouldn't happen to have some kind of oil on you would you?" Alfred asked curiously, moving back to Arthur.
Arthur's mind went blank. Seeing the dragon fully unclothed in front of him caused his pounding heart to jump in his chest.
It took him a few moment to find his voice. "I-in my bag." The knight stuttered. "There should be a jar of salve. I-it should work well enough."
Alfred nodded and padded off to find it. He dug around in the bag before he found the jar. He could smell the herbs used to make it and liked the scent.
He stepped back over to Arthur and kneeled back down next to him. "Hey Artie, I have I warn you... It's gonna hurt, especially if I don't prepare you right. If you get scared, tell me, and I'll stop immediately. I don't want you to feel uncomfortable."
Arthur nodded, already knowing about how painful it was, but he was fully prepared to face the unpleasantness and become closer to the dragon.
He wrapped his arms around Alfred and brought him down to his level. "I can handle it." He whispered into Alfred's ear before nibbling on it.
Alfred nodded, slightly uneasy about the possibility of hurting Arthur, but decided against calling quits there.
He twisted the jar of salve open and set it down before pressing Arthur onto his back again. "I'm going to go slow." He repeated. "Stop me if anything is wrong, but for now just relax as much as you can. I want this to feel good for you."
Alfred moved to spread Arthur's legs, settling between them before dipping a finger into the salve. He planted soft kiss on the knight's lips before deepening it and let his finger circle Arthur's entrance before pressing it slowly inside.
Arthur relaxed himself against the furs and whimpered when the finger pressed inside him. It felt odd, but at the same time it felt pleasant.
Arthur moaned lightly to let Alfred know it was ok to continue.
Alfred felt his concern grow when Arthur whimpered, he didn't want to hurt him, but when a moan was uttered, he covered a second finger with some salve and slipped that one inside as well.
Avoiding making his knight feel any pain, he put the salve down and used his second hand to start rubbing Arthur's shaft, trying to pleasure him.
"Aaah!" Arthur cried in pleasure. It was somewhat painful, but he found the feeling of being stretched and stroked to be a deliciously pleasant combination.
Oh how that cry sent a wave of longing through Alfred. "Keep singing for me," he pleaded huskily, moving and scissoring both fingers inside, brushing against the inner walls of Arthur's body. "You've got such a lovely voice. I want to hear you more."
Arthur tried to reply but his voice was lost. All he could do is moan and groan as Alfred's fingers began to scissor inside him. Arthur latched his hands onto Alfred's shoulders to control the fire growing inside him.
His restraint was really coming undone now. Alfred couldn't help but want to just take him right then and there, he was just too enticing. It was like a perfect little lamb being set in front of a ravenous beast, which actually wasn't far from the truth.
He let a third finger slip in after coating it with the salve, moving all three fingers inside, stretching Arthur as much as he could so he wouldn't be hurt later.
Arthur cried out again, louder than the last time, as the third finger stretched him even further. Unintentionally, Arthur thrusted onto the fingers, causing them to brush against something inside the knight.
"Ahn! Alfred!" Arthur cried out, seeing white. Hands gripping harder into the dragon.
"God dammit, Artie," Alfred hissed, gritting his teeth. "You're just so enticing, I can't wait anymore!" He pulled his fingers out and pulled the lusty blond up and back into his lap. "Bear with me okay?" He grabbed the jar of salve again and rubbed a generous amount on his erection before positioning Arthur over it. "Move down, but slowly. Don't rush, you'll just get hurt." He placed his hands firmly on the slim hips of the knight, keeping hold so he remained steady. "Take your time alright?"
Anticipation swelled in Arthur's chest for what was about to happen. Before making any movement, Arthur gazed into Alfred's sky blue eyes. Those kind eyes full of desire, forhim. Arthur wished he could express into words how much he loved the dragon for his goodness, his patience, his gentleness… his love for the knight that made Arthur's heart full of adoration.
Keeping his burning gaze, Arthur carefully pushed himself down. There was a slight sting as his body stretched, but it was erotically painful. Arthur rested his head into the nook of Alfred's neck, tightly closing his eyes. His panting grew harsher as he slowly continued his downward decent until he was sitting on the dragons hips.
Alfred couldn't help but adore the softness of the emerald eyes that stared back into his own sapphire ones. Eyes that said so much with no words, speaking so many thoughts and feelings.
He couldn't restrain a low, drawn-out groan as Arthur lowered himself, enveloping him in a hot, tight heat. He panted, stroking Arthur's hair softly as he pressed kisses on his forehead and lips. "Are you alright?" He asked, concerned.
"Yes." Arthur nodded hesitantly. He loved hearing Alfred groan, knowing that he was the cause of it. He wanted to make Alfred feel good. He wanted to show him as much love as the dragon showed Arthur.
Arthur shifted slightly to get a better angle and pressed closer to the dragon. He placed a slow kiss on Alfred's lips. "I-I'm ready." Arthur shakily spoke against the others lips. "Are you?"
"Yeah, I'm ready," Alfred replied breathlessly, kissing Arthur a bit more deeply than before. "I'm gonna make you see stars," he whispered in the knight's ear.
He gripped Arthur's hips more firmly and lifted him slightly before pulling him back down to thrust into him, groaning as he did.
Arthur moaned against Alfred's lips with each thrust. After a few more thrusts, Arthur felt Alfred hit that pleasurable place causing the Knight to almost scream in pleasure.
"Aaah! Alfred… please… there again." Arthur cried.
Oh so that was where it was, the dragon could only muse, biting and nipping at his knight's lips. He angled his thrusts towards that spot again, listening to Arthur's voice and breathing, the telltale signs that he was doing something right.
Arthur eagerly began meeting Alfred's thrusts, trying to create more friction between them. All the while, he returned Alfred's heated kisses and ran his hand over shoulder blades, whimpering at the amazement of feeling warm skin.
Alfred let go of Arthur's hips to cup his face instead, bringing the knight in for more kisses. He could feel the heat being exuded from the other's body, and it felt pleasant, especially when he could feel himself slipping deeper inside Arthur's body. He gave out moans of his own as Arthur moved with him, muffled with their lips pressed together.
Arthur swallowed Alfred's moans, letting his body be enveloped in warmth and passion and Alfred. He kept a lustful stare at the dragon, only closing them when a powerful wave of bliss swept over him. He could feel it in his core. The warm feeling was now becoming hot. Burning white-hot. Bringing him closer to climax.
"A-Alfred… I-I don't think I can last much longer." Arthur warned. He was desperately trying to hold on. To last longer for Alfred.
"Don't hold yourself back," Alfred ordered, nuzzling against Arthur's neck. "I-I don't think I'm going to last much longer either..." Not with the warm, lustful gaze he was getting, or the tight hold on his skin. There were too many wonderful feelings happening at once. He continued to thrust against the cluster of nerves inside the blonde, bringing them both over the edge.
Arthur screamed louder then ever before as Alfred brought him over the edge. White lights danced across his vision as he spilled himself all over his and Alfred's stomachs.
Arthur's shout of pleasure was too much, snapping Alfred's last restraint. With a cry of the knight's name and a tightened hold of his body, the dragon climaxed, filling the blonde with his seed.
He gasped for breath, leaning his head against Arthur's shoulder before hugging him tightly to his chest.
Arthur couldn't do much but weakly hold on to Alfred as the aftershocks of his orgasm glided over him. His chest heaved from exhaustion.
Alfred caressed Arthur's hair, murmuring words of love and adoration for his lover, the other hand rubbing his back comfortingly. He felt elated, ecstatic; he couldn't even think of all the words to describe how happy he was. Arthur was his, he got to make the knight his.
Maybe it sounded conceited or something but he just felt really glad that he was able to mark Arthur as his own, his mate.
He felt a new kind of possessiveness flood through him. He wasn't going to let anyone take or hurt his knight. They were going to have to deal with a very angry and ferocious dragon before that ever happened.
Arthur reluctantly moved until Alfred was no longer inside him, leaving him feeling somewhat empty. He then proceeded to pull Alfred back until they were laying next to each other in the furs.
"I love you." Arthur whispered softly. He kissed the dragons brow. At that moment, Arthur felt so much love and comfort from Alfred. No longer was his mind full of worries about what dangers lay ahead of them. Because right now, he was Alfred's. And Alfred was his. And nothing could change that.
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