Dragons and Cross-dressers – Chapter eleven

Francis opened his eyes and wasn't surprised to find his cheeks wet from tears streaming down them.

His hand was still on the dragon's snout. Iain's eyes stared deeply into his, waiting for a response.

The fire had gone out a while ago. Obviously hours had passed. The man flopped forward and wrapped his arm around the burning neck of the dragon. His body suddenly felt heavy.

A glimmer of light on the horizon showed that day break was quickly on its way. The dragon looked tired too.

Francis suddenly felt his body go limp.

The dragon quickly picked him up as he took flight. The man dangled from his claws as the dragon flew high. Francis was still conscious but too tired to be terrified.

They pasted up through several crowd layers. The Frenchman had to gasp for what little oxygen he could find while Iain seemed content at this ridiculously high height. It was at least four times higher than earlier. This was probably his normal altitude, judging by his ease and calmness.

The moon was huge here and flying over the crowds, they seemed almost solid. They looked so comfy and fluffy that he was tempted to lie on one. France shivered every time he went through a cloud. The icy water crystals clung to his hair, making it damp.

He would complain but to be honest, the lack of breathable air prevented him.

Soon the red dragon dived, circling around the tower.

The journey back had been much shorter, since the Scottish dragon had to search around for food. Iain landed on the roof gracefully, placing the blonde down with care and ease. Iain curled up sleepily, holding Francis to his under belly protectively.

The French man sighed against the heated scales, feeling his eyes grow heavy. He gave a small gasp though when he felt the dragon's body change behind him. It felt strange feeling the flesh contract and shrink into that of a man.

The blonde bushed when he realised that the red head would be naked. The sky was becoming lighter every minute and he was tempted to turn and try to see the man. Instead though, he found himself asking questions.

"Tu keep ton frère in zis tower to protect 'im?"

"Aye…."

"Is ze monster ztill out there?"

"Aye…"

"Why iz 'e wearing a dress?"

"Tha monster is looking fer a male prince. He wonnae take notice of some female princess." Francis pondered that fact.

It was a good idea.

Silly, strange and slightly crazy but good.

Especially if it had worked for so long.

"Does ton frère know any of zis…" He felt the dragon tense behind him.

"…. Nee… He doesnae ken of tha monster or why he cross dresses… He cannae remember her…"

"Why don't tu tell 'im?"

"He hates meh fer his fate… I dinnae want him tae hate meh fer oor mother's either…"

"But it was not ton fault!"

"… I ken… But it feels like it. I could haff killed him when we first met, before he met tha Queen, and none of that would haff happened…."

Francis paused, turning around so he faced into the pale chest. He wrapped his arms around the chest in a hug.

It was purely for comfort and nothing else.

His hand found its way to the red head's hair. The coarse hair felt soft and silky under his touch. It was so contradictory to its appearance. Iain wrapped his arms around him in return. Francis didn't know what to say to that so he said what was the first thing in his head.

"Ton hair is so soft…."

The dragon grunted slightly in response, practically killing the conversation.

Finally after a while the French man asked another question.

"Do tu 'ave any regrets?..."

"Aye… I dinnae kill tha monster when I could and meh mother and brother had tae pay…. I want me revenge." Francis leaned his head on the Scottish man's chest, closing his eyes.

"I hope tu 'ave ton revenge…. Tu deserve it…"

(A/N – Yes, I know Scotland is lying naked beside France. But it's not like I'm describing it. So technically it's still a T. Technically….

And yes, I know France didn't make a move despite the nudity. *le Gasp!*

I did warn about minor OOC but to be honest, he is like this in our universe. France may try to sleep with Scotland 9 times out of 10 but he isn't just a horny guy. He can sense when there is a time to make a move on Scotland and there is a time to just hug him and make him feel better. In reality, despite his flaws, he is a very good friend.

Just like how Scotland sometimes hits France but he also knows when to just hold him tight and tell France it will be okay.

They may not seem like a good match for friends or even lovers but in reality, they are very good for each other. They are very close.

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