Author's note: Just as a fore-warning to everyone reading this, at the end of the chapter, there is a lemon. Now, this isn't an ordinary lemon... It's one between two male characters. So just in case you don't approve of that kind of thing, I'm warning you, you might not want to read the last bit.
Chapter 8: Flame on the Brain
Silence.
Had Spyro gone deaf? Then he listened really closely, and heard his heart beat. No, he could still hear, he hadn't gone deaf. But why did those voices stop? He poked his head up and looked around. Still nothing but the dark, "Show yourself!" The purple dragon cried, standing back up and getting in the battle position.
There was a snickering from the black, and then something wretched and evil snaked it's way towards our hero, "Fear! I can smell it on you. That's no way for the savior of the world to act? Am I misguided about your identity?" It spoke in an old tongue, only used by the guardians when they talked to one another in privacy. Luckily for him Spyro could understand it... Well, most of it. Now in proper light, the dragon could gaze upon it's deformed body. Like a snake mother had mated with an ape father, it had a pale hominid upper-body area, while sporting a sleek scaled tail from the mid-section down.
"No, my name 'is' Spyro. And I 'have' saved the world. I seek an item useless to most. It is wrapped in this." He held out the leather wrappings in his jaws. The snake-like creature slithered closer to him, and stopped in front of the animal skin.
"Yes... I've seen this. In fact, I've been placed here to defend it from you."
"By who?" Spyro's eyes showed eagerness.
The monster chuckled, "I wouldn't be very useful to my employer if I died and left you his name, now would I?"
The dragon nodded, "I see your point. Shall we fight then?"
The thing didn't respond, it just lunged for his throat. Spyro, being also as quick as a snake thanks to his ancestors, dodged the beast's attack, "Skilled, you are." It hissed, backing away into the shadows, "But you still can't see in the dark!"
Sounds came from every direction! The evil one was either able to duplicate his voice and throw it, or was skilled in the ways of magic. Spyro heavily doubted the second choice, since all magic users tend to keep their lairs clean. Time to think, that's what this was, and Spyro knew it. His brain wracked as he devised a plan. Channeling all of the voices into his ears, and blocking out all other senses, the dragon was able to locate the source. In the blink of an eye, he dashed towards it.
Once again, blissful silence.
Terrador sat atop his throne of marble; surrounded by slaves and servants. But he was unsatisfied. Something bothered him; something, purple. A messenger mole hired for the sole purpose of reporting secret goings ons to his master, hurried across the vast shiny floor, "Sir! I bear bad news."
The green dragon growled, "I don't like bad news very much."
"But sir, it isn't my fault. Blame the ancestors! They're the ones who granted Spyro with his amazing abilities!"
This only seemed to make him angrier, "Quick, tell me the message and get out before I make a meal of you."
The mole bowed, "Y-yes sir." He took in a deep relaxing breath, then began, "Spyro has made it to the third placement."
Terrador released the tension in his face, and rolled back with laughter, "You call that bad news? I say it's great! Slithe will take 'good' care of our little purple friend." The tone in his voice was almost alike to that of Malefor's when he said that last sentence, "He's one of my favorite assassins, and does his job with excellent skill."
The mole grinned, he had wished for his master to smile for quite a long time now, and finally he did and it was all because of him, "Shall I go now sir?"
The green guardian nodded, waving him away lazily. He then turned to nearby mirror and smiled; showing his rows and rows of sharp teeth, "Terry, you are one lucky sonuvabitch."
Flame met Spyro as he exited the air vent carrying a sheet of leather in his jaws, and a lighting rod on his back. The red dragon seemed surprised to see him, "Woah! You survived? How'd you kill Slithe?"
Spyro tucked the leather in between a couple of loose scales on his back before he spoke, "Slithe? Is that it's name? Heh, with my ears and jaws." Spyro walked right past Flame, not even pausing for a second. He was on a mission. A very important mission. Cynder-
"Hey wait up! I wanna come with you!"
The purple dragon shook his head, "No. You stay here. Where I'm going, it's 'way' to dangerous."
"Exactly why I should follow you! I don't want to have some one get hurt because I failed to act when the time was right." Flame stopped tailing Spyro and sighed while facing the ground, "I don't wish my mother's fate upon anybody."
This made Spyro stop. How could such a kind and warm-hearted dragon like him, resist a sob story like that? "Okay fine. Just don't get in my way."
"Yes!" Flame was suddenly happy again, like he was never sad in the first place. Spyro didn't find this even a bit suspicious, "So, where're we going?"
The purple dragon opened his impressive wingspan and flapped them once, "My beloveds tower." At that, he jumped into the air and took flight. Flame was right behind him, tongue flapping wildly in the wind, "I have to ask, can you fight?"
"Of course! How do you think I survived all these years on my own?" The red male wasn't too bad at flying either. He almost out-flew Spyro, but the purple dragon blew him away with a special trick he learned from an old friend. He pressed his wings against his back and held his neck out straight. Using the momentum of falling to his advantage, Spyro found himself swooping up ahead of the laughing red drake, "How'd you do that? Please teach me?"
Spyro smirked, "Only in your wildest dreams!" Then flew as fast as he could. Flame struggled to keep up with Spyro repeating his first method of speedy flight. Eventually they had the tower in sight, "There it is... Her tower." Spyro's eyes started to water, but he did everything he could to hold in the tears. He would not cry in front of another male dragon.
Flame on the other hand, had only anger etched on his solid face, "You're in love with the monster that slew my mother!" He barked, threatening to attack Spyro with unsheathed claws.
The purple dragon didn't wish for a fight to ensue between him and his newfound friend, so he didn't argue, "Yes. I am. But, before you go trying anything rash, she has changed. I changed her. I saved her."
Somehow this all suddenly made sense to Flame. He let his claws retract into their hiding places, and covered his teeth with his lips, "I see... Some one with your power can bring evil back to good right?"
Spyro chuckled, "Something like that."
They landed with two heavy thuds on the top floor. There, in the center of the roof, was the leather package, "Boy, that sure was easy." Commented Flame, pawing his way over to the item in question. Spyro stayed back cautiously, eying the thing with great suspicion.
"Flame, don't touch. Only look for now."
"Aw..." The red dragon stepped away from the thing and walked over to look off the edge, "Whew, big drop!"
Spyro carefully inched towards the leather-wrapped clue. He knew it wouldn't be this easy. There 'had' to be a trap somewhere, and it was probably activated by touching, moving, or picking up the thing. With unquestionable skill, the purple dragon slid a single claw underneath it and tilted it to one side. Nothing happened. Thinking It safe, he snatched it up in his paw. Yet again, nothing happened, "Hey! I got it! We can go now!"
Flame's face exploded into happiness, "Finally! I don't like the feeling of this place, it gives me the creeps." As both dragons took flight for the second time, Spyro suddenly felt something in his gut; almost like there was something bad about to happen, but he didn't know what exactly. Then, the screeching began. The two males looked over their shoulders, and saw something they wished they didn't. The top of the tower was rotating ever so slowly to aim four long, zapping poles directly at the pair.
"What the-?" Spyro was cut off by the roar of a lighting bolt as it zipped past them, "Watch out! It fires electricity harnessed from the storm clouds!" The two dragons started ducking, dodging, and diving to avoid any contact with the bolts. One of them almost hit one of the friends, and scared the living hell out of the other.
"Spyro! Watch out!" Flame pushed Spyro out of the way just as a flash of light flew by. Unfortunately, it 'did' burn the webbing out of the fire dragon's wing. He fell like a stone.
It took hours to find him. Flame lay broken underneath a willow tree. The plant's branches hung over him sadly, dripping small drops of water onto his slowly heaving body. At least he was breathing. Had Spyro really caused the death of an innocent dragon? One he was just about to call his friend? This was a depressing moment for the purple dragon, and he required a small nap beside the red to think things over.
It was night when he woke up, nudged into consciousness by his sleep-partner, "Spyro... I just want to say... Thanks for staying with me."
Spyro grinned his addictive grin, "Hey no problem! What are friends for, right?"
"Friend?... I've never been called 'that' before." Flame looked at his new buddy with new-found interest and respect, "Thank you."
The purple dragon couldn't resist it anymore. The urge to hug the other guy was too strong. They embraced with their wings, and Spyro felt Flame's heart beat against his own. That was when a strange feeling broke it's way into the purple dragon's heart. He gripped Flame tighter, rubbing his cheek against his own. The red drake didn't seem to protest... He was probably enjoying this as much as his purple friend. Something pulsed within Spyro's body, and he felt a hot rush flow through him towards his legs. He separated cheek contact, and moved to nose-on-nose, "Do you mind if I-?" He trailed off, looking into the male dragon's suddenly very attractive eyes.
Flame smirked, "Couldn't hurt to try." He closed his eyes and titled his head sideways just a bit. Spyro did the same, just tilting in the opposite direction, and soon they found themselves making out with one-another. The red's paws reached up and gripped his partner's neck, smoothing out his scales in a slow fashion. Spyro on the other hand, used his claws to hold Flame's head in place while he inserted his tongue.
"This is wrong! Stop!" Screamed a voice inside his head, "Think about Cynder! What are you doing?" He shut it out with the closing of his eyes. Both males succumbed to the pleasure, Spyro rolling his friend over and climbing on top of him. He stopped holding Flame's neck so he could slowly trace his paws down the red male's smooth exposed underbelly, "You shouldn't do this! What's wrong with you? Spyro! Stop!" That voice again! In ordinary circumstances, he would've listened to it, but lust drove him onward. Still with his mouth locked tightly against Flame's, Spyro began rubbing the soft patch of scales covering the dragon's sex organ. The feeling of another guy's crotch strangely aroused the purple hero, making his give off a slight moan.
Flame broke from the make-out session, "Are you sure you want to do this?" He looked Spyro straight in the eyes, not breaking contact even for a split-second.
The purple dragon thought long and hard. Long and hard. The two words best describing the thing he wanted to feel in his paws right now, "Yes." He nodded, smiling. Flame smiled back, and let the pleasure take over. Spyro looked down and saw Flame's dragonhood erupt from it's casing in a brilliant display of pink and dark crimson red, "Wow..." He gasped, realizing the sheer size of it.
The red male smirked, "You like?" Spyro nodded happily, lost for words. The purple dragon slowly dragged his tongue down his partner's body, licking all the sensitive areas on it's journey to the prize. His 'pot of gold' at the end of a rainbow. Flame couldn't help but shiver under the other male's soft touch. Spyro felt the shiver, and felt more confident. He sped up, and quickly found himself encircling the powerful thrusting tool belonging to Flame.
He sucked his tongue back in and asked, "May I?" In a seductive tone.
"It would be my pleasure." Grinned The red drake, anticipating a very enjoyable session.
All of it at the same time. Spyro engulfed it all. He amazed himself, and Flame! The red dragon was so surprised, he couldn't resist bucking upwards with his hips. Slowly, Spyro slid it back out, his tongue working the base the whole time. Finally, he was back up to the top; and the sensitive tip, "Do it!" He commanded, placing a paw on the back of Spyro's head. The purple lover complied. Up and down, up and down. This repeating pattern of movements got faster and faster with every bob. No part of Spyro's mouth was a rest; his tongue worked the bottom and the balls, while his lips, throat, and cheek massaged the rest.
It was to no surprise, that the red dragon quickly felt something warm and gooey build up and ready itself for departure from the body, "Spyro! I'm... I'm..." The purple dragon could easily guess what he was going to say, and was ready for it, "Agh... Faster! Harder!" His pleas were only all the more arousing to him. Finally the climax hit them. Flame shoved himself as deep as he could go into Spyro's maw, releasing spurt after spurt of seed. The white substance was shot directly into the purple male's esophagus, trailing down into his gullet, "Th-thank you my friend." Panted Flame, falling through ecstasy as his fuck buddy extracted the thing from his mouth.
"No problem." At first Spyro kept a sly expression... But then the horrific truth set in, "Oh my god! Am I gay?" He hid his face, and his fear, by curling up with his back to Flame, "No, that can't be! I still have feelings for Cynder... Strong feelings... Then why did I?..." His question went on unanswered.
End Chapter 8: Flame on the Brain
Author's note: So there you have it, my first ever M/M lemon. for those of you who read it, I hope it wasn't too disturbing for you. Trust me, it's all part of the plot.