Dragons and Cross-dressers – Chapter eight

Iain smirked as he heard the man's heat beat speed up when he grabbed him.

He slammed him against the tower and lifted him up. He was light, probably not a very strong human. Definitely not a fighter or a threat.

He could see, hear and smell everything about this man at this distance.

He was very rich with a heavy perfumed scent of roses and the partially hidden, washed-out smell of recent sex.

The man's heart beat became faster when he held up the dying torch for light.

The dragon laughed loudly when he was asked about being the prince. It just seemed ridiculous that he would be mistaken for a prince who wore dresses.

"Tu are the m-monster?"

"Aye." He grinned, showing off his fangs again. The man was squirming slightly in his grip and his cheeks were rosy with a blush. He smelled like a mixture between fear and lust. A strange combination.

Iain looked up suddenly as he heard footsteps. They must have been louder than he thought if he woke him.

Arthur pulled the red curtains back from the window, letting the light stream out and light up the clearing. He stuck his head out of the window and glared down at them.

"Can you please shut it, you git! It's bad enough that I have to listen to you every day, I don't want to do it every night as well!" His frowned suddenly when he realised there was another head that had blonde hair. "Who else is with you?"

He worried that it might be Alfred. It was hard to see from this distance but the man had blonde hair and blue eyes, just like the knight.

The beast laughed. "I dinnae ken. I just caught this wee mannie coming here tae court ye princess with some bonnie flowers. Roses tae. They're yer favourite, right?"

The dragon flicked his foot under the roses so they jumped up. He grabbed them with one hand, keeping the other one on the French man, holding him in the air so his feet couldn't touch the ground. He threw the roses up high into the air. They sailed gracefully right into the cross dresser's face. He scowled as he jumped back and caught them.

"You wanker! I'm a man! Go court someone else!"

"Ze princess iz an ill-tempered English man? How dizappointing…."

"Go away you fucking frog! I don't like French people either!"

"Oui! I think I will if tu are ze only un in zis tower!"

"Good!"

"I 'ope tu rot in there forever!"

"I hope Iain eats you!" He paused for a moment in thought before adding. "And gets a stomach ache!"

"Iain?"

"The fucking man who is holding you!" The nobleman turned his head back down to the red head that was still holding him up by his jacket with one hand with absolute ease. He had his other hand on his hip lazily.

"Tu 'ave a name?"

"Aye. Ye dinnae?" He sounded a little peeved.

"Well… Oui... J'appelle Francis." Francis noted it was probably to do with the fact that he doubted that the man had a name. Many people probably just assumed he was a mindless animal or monster.

"Now just sod off! And take him with you!" The prince shouted, throwing the flowers directly at Iain.

The man tilted his head back and gently breathed a fire ball into the falling flowers. The roses exploded in a sea of flames and rained down messily. The two are the ground were coated in the burning remains.

The red head didn't even seem to notice the hot petals brush against his skin while Francis was frantically trying to escape them and their heat. He panicked slightly as they burned small black spots into his light blue jacket. Arthur slammed his curtains shut, coating the clearing in darkness once again.

"What are tu?" Francis cried out, suddenly remembering that this man wasn't actually a human and that he was alone in the dark with him. The man didn't answer his question. The blonde soon found himself on his feet.

"Now scram! Dinnae come back either oor I'll haff yer guts fer garters." The Scotsman shoved him away from the tower with his jacket. The blonde straightened his clothes and dusted off the dirt, fixing and perfecting his appearance again with a pout.

"But I want to stay with tu…." He muttered, his voice giving a small squeak of fear as he felt something brush very close to him. He wished the moon was fuller and wasn't blocked by the trees so he could see more.

"Nee." The voice came from a different direction now. The man was moving about in the darkness.

"Why?"

"'Cause…." There was a pause. A burst of flames gave away his position. He held the torch which was lit again.

Francis could see him clearer now and appreciate his beauty more. Iain forcefully passed it back to the noble man. The blonde felt safer in the light and calmed down, keeping his eyes on the red head; studying every bare inch of him. He felt happy that the man had chosen only to wear a pair of trousers.

"I'mma ferocious dragon guarding a poor, pitifully trapped princess." His voice sounded slightly sad and lonely underneath the rough, annoyed exterior. Though Francis thought he might be imagining that. The red head wasn't smiling or frowning but his face was set in hard line like he was almost glaring. "Now shoo!" He finally snapped.

"Un dragon? Tu don't look like one." He accused teasingly.

"I am."

"I can't leave anyway…."

"Why?"

"Tu scared off moi horse. He was a pure breed royal stallion too." He sniffed annoyed at the loss of his best horse. It was a gift from his king.

"…."

The Frenchman held the torch up higher, to see his expression better. He looked bemused, slightly puzzled and interested.

"Yer a strange one."

"Non. I jus' prefer ze finer and more beautiful thingz in life." He practically purred at the dragon. He laughed in amusement and the French man joined in nervously.

"Ye can stay that night 'til it's safe fer ye tae walk home." Francis grinned mischievously and happily. "One moment." The dragon said absently as he jumped onto the wall of the tower.

His fingers had suddenly grown huge, fat, black claws that burrowed into the rock so he could cling to the building. The French man was shocked at the sudden change. He climbed up quickly to the window and crawled into the window through the curtains.

Francis's touch's glow didn't reach the window but he could roughly make out what was happening from the sounds. He could here crashing as the two moved about in a hurry, probably fighting over something. He heard a volley of insults. And lots of smashing as some things was thrown against other things.

Suddenly something flew from the window.

It crashed to the ground, shattering into a dozen pieces.

It appeared to be a vase of daffodils.

Another thing hurtled out from the window.

This time it didn't fall though. It circled in the air casually.

Arthur ripped the curtains open and once again, the place was lit up.

The thing was Iain who was carrying a pillow and a blanket in his claws that now had holes in them. He had two large red wings protruding from his back. The prince, who was wearing a light pink girl's nightie, threw a mirror at him and he dodged it easily.

"Sod off, you wanker!"

"Shut it, ye wee brat!"

"I don't care! I don't want that frog staying here!" The dragon blew a small fire ball at the yelling English man who ducked, closing the curtains. The curtains burst into flames. "Now, look what you did! You wanker! You burned my curtains!"

"Ye made meh!"

"Shut up! And give me back my bedding!"

"Ye fucking arsehole!" He threw the pillow back hard. It knocked the prince over so he disappeared from view. As for the blanket, He ripped it up like paper, threw it in the air and burned it with a long, large breath of fire. "And Francis is staying fer tha night! Git over it!" The dragon swooped near the window, growling, daring the prince to say otherwise.

The prince didn't reappear after that display of power and anger. Francis guessed he was sulking.

The man glided back down to the earth. The wings remained, even as he landed again. He grinned slightly.

"Ye can stay tha night. I dinnae think me brother's gonnae let ye stay in his room though." He smirked. "Like he has a choice."

Francis laughed before his stomach gave a rather weak rumble. The Scottish man laughed this time but was quickly silenced when his own stomach rumbled.

He had already eaten tonight but it was a small meal – only one goat. Dragons had a very high metabolism and generally quite large bodies that used a lot of energy. They required a lot of food. It wasn't unusual for him to hunt more than once in one night.

It was unusual though to have to think about a human who wasn't stuck, out of his way, in a tower.

Arthur wouldn't let him stay for now, so the dragon had to either take the man with him or leave him alone, outside in the woods where wolves will probably find him and eat him….

(A/N – I told you the chapters would get longer!

Ahh, in case you are wondering about the geography of this AU, it's nothing like our world. It only has one big circular continent with five large kingdoms. A North one, a South one, an Eastern one, a Western one and a Central one.

What nationality you are does not matter what kingdom you come from but rather the region within the kingdom. There is a Scottish region, a French region, a Russian region, a Norwegian region, an Indian region etc. (basically one for every country in our world) They are all roughly the same size but different shapes. The terrains are roughly like ours.

The regions sometimes over lap the kingdom's borders so you can come from the same region as someone but a different kingdom.

As for where each character comes from. The country they are in at the moment is where Russia and America come from (though they were born in different regions). France comes from the kingdom to the West. Scotland and England both come from the Northern kingdom.

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