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A Dragonic Guardian(xWickedBlackLace)

shyone

shyone

Supernova
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Sep 2, 2009
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On The Throne Ruling The World
It was a very foggy dawn as the sun was just starting to break over the horizon. The town was really just starting to wake up, but the lurkers of the night had yet to really go away. The town was a pretty decent size, and could be considered to have a population of at least 5000, though it was just not big egough for a major fort to be put nearbye, or to have any other than the checkpoint that was two miles down the road. It was through this fog that a young man came into view. It was very well obvious, that he had not exactly had the best of times on his jounry to this city. His clothes where worn, and he was dirty, but one only needed to look closer to see that this was really all that was worng with him.

Andol's lithe frame that held up his pale body, was not caused by hunger, but that was just the way it naturally was. He had been able to find various odd jobs as he went form town to town, and so was able to get egough money to eat, which he now carried in a pacth on his hip. Yet this was all that he was able to get with this money. He saved it for food, so his clothing had been neglected. Yet to Andol, the clothing was completely unimprotant... the fact that he was alive mattered more. Plus the more ragged looking clothes would hopefully discrouge any robbers that may try to take his money sinice they might not think that he would be worth there time, sinice he did not look like he had anything.

Yet tonight there where three men who had a bit more than just money on there minds, plus the fact that Andol looked like he would not be missed made him a esay target. They where slavers, but sometimes they like to get a little fun out of there slaves first..... Andol made his first mistake that really attracted these men when they saw him drop his money sack and a few coins spilled out onto the ground. This was all the encouragement that they needed, and soon began to follow him.

It did not take Andol long to notice the men that where tailing after him, he tried to quicken his pace, but they quickened theres to macth his. He was hungry at the moment and really did not have much energy. He looked back again and noticed one of the three men where gone. He then turned to look ahead of himself and there the other man was, heading in his direction. It did not take but a second and Andol found himself being herded down a back alley which had a dead end. The young man who had sold his last wepoen had nothing to defend himself with as he prepared to fight the men. Yet it was no use as they began to approch there was a short scuffle and he soon found himself held aginst the wall facing foward, by two of them.

He looked at there leader with a certian anger in his eyes and spit in the mans direction and said, "What are you doing to do to me?" The larger male laughed as he stepped closer saying, "You'll see." His hands where traveling towards the zipper of his own pants........
 
The wind ripped through the black dragons rings, or rather...the large dragon ripped through the air itself. He was a very sturdy, muscular creature, every last attribute from his wings to the scales on his tail looked beautiful. He was out for a meal, scavenging for whatever looked good to eat. Humans in mass quantaties of the sort. Those were fun, because they screamed.

Once he spotted a rather small town, he had to zone in on it. He smelled fear, very potent in his percentive nostrils. With a grunt he'd decided he would indeed land there.

Not quite ready to reveal his human form without scaring the shit out of every body he was about to land and begin his terrorizing venture when he spotting something more interesting. A rape case? Fuck, the dragon hated rape. In every which way.

He decided to land rather quickly, taking the assailant in his claws. He roared in the sadistic mans face, taking the victim, Andol, curled up safely and tightly in his tail. He wasn't about to let him go anywhere...run off to be a victim elsewhere and whatnot.

((I can kill the leader right? he isn't important? lol))
 
Andol stared there backed aginst the wall which the men had him trapped. He began to get flashbacks that went through his mind and scared him greatly, becuase this had happened to him once before. It had been about 4 years ago, and just like now it had been becuase he was being stupid about where he was in town. Plus the fact that he was unarmed was another stupid idea too. Now here he was, soon to be the toy of three men who where probably going to take him to a room or somewhere and use him until they could kill him, or sell him off into slavery in one of the surronding nations. Andol began to cry softly at what was going on around him. He knew there was no help coming and that no one would save him. So he closed his eyes and just hoped that it would all be over soon.

It was in this moment of dispear that he heard the sound of rushing wind overhead. This also made the men that where holding him look up aslo, and the young man's eyes widened as he noticed the dragon swooping lower and lower. He became more fearful, this was just making a bad moment worse, becuase he knew that he would not be seeing the morning light. He would be dead before the sun even came up over the horizon. The men turned there attention back to there pray, becuase they figured that the dragon would not be able to see them in the dark area which they where hidden. Yet they where dead wrong.

Andol heard the first scream as the men where grabbed up, and taken into the dragons claws. Yet still he did not open is eyes because of his fear. He knew that he would very well be the next victim of the large reptilian creature. He sunk down the wall, but before he could hit the ground he found the dragons large tail wrapping around him as though it was shielding him form these men. At least that is what he hoped that it was doing, becuase for all that he knew it could very well be making sure that it's little snack did not get away. He was sure the dragon would find some use for him, no matter what.
 
Xadrien ripped apart these men, sparing no feelings, until there were none left. Oh, what a mess he'd made. Blood on his claws...everywhere. He didn't bother eating them as they would probably be quite fowl tasting. His draconic gaze flickered for a moment, but then sharply rotated with his head to face where the boy was wrapped in his tail. If dragons could grin, Xaid was doing it. Teeth were showing and all. He was sure it looked kind of intimidating.

Slowly his body began to morph, need being to slip into a form a little less covered in blood and guts. He slowly started to gain human muscles, though his wings and his tail remained. He had no intention of letting go of the boy quite yet. Xadrien was an image of perfection. He was slightly dark skin, strapped across a body that rippled and moved with muscles obviously honed for centuries. His bare chest was on display, the black eyes that were once intimidating were now very handsome and dark and expressive. He wasn't smiling though. He looked quite serious.

"Tell me."

His voice was deep silk, words melting smoothly in the air he breathed. Sort of demanding as well.

"What are you doing mingling with the likes of them?"
 
Andol stayed there wrapped in the dragons tail, as he heard the screams of the men on the outside. At first he was able to think and all he could feel was fear that coursed through ever vein in his lithe body. He did not want to feel the pain of being ripped apart or being eaten slowly, what he wanted was to live and get out of this situation and just go and take a nice nap at the nearbye inn. He was sure that he had pently of money to do so at the moment. Many people would be a bit more in a panic and would not be able to think of things like that in a moment like this, but it was not that Andol was not panicking, it was simple that this was his process, which he used to deal with moments like this, when somthing he could not control that was bad happened. He had done the same thing that time that he had.... No he did not want to think about that again. Never again.

His thoughts seemed to move like lighting, but where suddenly frozen, cold when one of the men where ripped apart and a good bit of blood splashed onto Andol. It was not a soaking, nor would it require a change in shirt sinice it was mostly on his face. Yet still it sent him into a state of shock where he was no longer thinking about what was going on. The only thing that he knew was that there was a dragon that was stadying in fornt of him that was soon going to kill him and then it was probably going to eat him. Nothing else prevailed in the young man's mind. This was all that was there.

Yet once the slaughter was complete, everything just seemed to reverse. Andol did not find himself traveling towards the dragon's maw, but instead the dragon slow began to shrink. The dragon got smaller and smaller until it was also the size of a human. His eyes looked at it with amazement, at this winged human that stood before him. Had the young man not been in a state of shock he would probably be blushing at this point. Yet he was in a more defensive mode at this point and all he really wanted to do was to escape, but he knew just by looking at the prefect musucle's on the dragon that this would not be possiable. Then he realized... What if the dragon wanted to rape him.... What if it wanted to use him.

He fearfully backed up until his back was aginst the wall, and looked at the larger male with fear in his eyes until that silky smooth voice seemed to cut through the air in a soft way, that almost made Andol think that he could reach out and just touch it with his hands. His answer was extermaly nervous...."I.. did not choose to hang out with them.... they cornored me in this ally... I think they where going to rape me..." He was shaking with fear, which was understandable, sinice he did not know the dragon...."Just do whatever you want..... I won't fight you..." Andol was in no condintion to do so. He just closed his eyes and prepared for the worse.
 
Xadrien grunted. "You may want to stop backing away from me when I'm speaking to you." he muttered. "You got any injuries? The first step may not be me taking advantage of you, kiddo. It may be getting you to a place that's safe for you to be in. You ever ridden a dragon before?"

His lips snickered, twitching into a grin just thinking of all the sexual connotations. Oh he amused himself thoroughly.

He shifted into dragon form and plucked the boy off the floor and set him onto his back. "You...uh...may want to hold on. I'm taking you to my place."
 
Andol looked foward at the larger male with a sense of amazment. Did the other really think that he would just come forward at his beck and call. Andol certianly was not the type who would do such a thing. If anyone wanted to do anything to him, they would get a fight. Yet there was somthing about this dragon, that said to him 'calm down, I am not going to hurt you'. He could not place a finger on it, but that feeling was there and it grew on him a bit. Yet still he did not trust the creature, becuase it could turn on him at any second. It was those that you most trusted that could most esaily turn on you. Andol had learned to be very weary of those that he trusted.

The sexual connotations did not help ethier, becuase it only worried Andol more. He was after all, at the complete mercy of the dragon. Andol was not exactly the most prime pyschial example of a human male, though he had found other ways to make up for it sometimes.... he always found a sword to be the great equalizer, if one knew how to use it well. Yet at this moment he did not have weapons which he could use on the dragon, and was therefore completely defenseless.

Andol looked at the dragon with a strange look when the other spoke again, "No I haven't." That was a odd question to ask, about wethier or not he had ridden a dragon. Couldn't the dragon just carry him to wherever they where going, especially if he was going to be a prisoner of the dragon. Yet he did not even get a moment to think about this before he found himself again overshadowed by the large dragon and soon plucked up by it's tail and resting on it's back. Andol instant clung to the large reptiles back before the larger male could even say anything. Andol was obvious a smart young man, and knew exactlly what being put on the back of the dragon ment was about to happen, "Oh.... ok" His voice was still quite and nervous.
 
With a toothy dragon grin, he didn't have to say anything further before he took off and ripped through the air once more. He had them to East Arrex within the blink of an eye and very quickly a large palace came to view. Though, he was sure the boy wouldn't really be able to see it. His eyes were probably knit so tightly shut he wouldn't be able to open them for a while. The large structure became closer and closer, till finally the elaborate detail was present. He brought them right to his bedroom window, so that they slaves that were at home wouldn't ask him if he needed anything. He simply wasn't in the mood, and it was one of those moments where he didn't exactly understand why his father needed slaves in the first place. Plus this boy at his hands was probably not in the mood to see women half dressed and willingly obedient. That may scare him. Even so, he may have to lock them up in his father's harem.

He let him off right at the window. "Inside." he said. They were hundreds of feet off the ground, so it would be hard to go elsewhere. He took him in his tail and placed him on the other side of the window, landing him safely on his feet.

He climbed through himself, landing in human form.

The room was large, the grand sized bed taking up very little space in the corner. Their Draconic crest was entwined in many of the patterns of the furniture, significantly meaning the mahogany pieces were made for just his family. The window was large, a bay view sill giving him a full view of the fantastic and exotic looking flowers that bloomed in the garden below. It wasn't his garden, his mother had insisted on it being there...liven up the place a little. The bathroom door peaked open to give way to an even more elaborate bathing space. It was equipped with a hot tub. Xaid loved to be rubbed, the jets pampered him in his loneliness. He'd rather not have some stranger give him a massage.

Xadrien looked at the boy and went over to the mini fridge. While he was pouring him a glass of cool, refreshing water, he spoke. "The name is Xaidrien. You can call me Xaid when you're more comfortable with me." That already symbolized the fact that he was going to be around long enough to become comfortable. But not in a threatening way. "How long has it been since you had any sort of nourishment? And was there a reason these people were after you? Or were you just bait?" Black eyes were still expressive, examining the boys vulnerable state. He checked right for injuries of all sorts. He would touch him later and whatnot. Undress him to figure out what other wounds he was hiding. But he had to find out more about these wounds first.
 
Andol held on tightly to the dragon as a sudden jolt hit him, and made him cling tighter when he could feel the wind that was now rushing past him. He had never felt such a thing before, and very soon Andol's curious nature took over his actions. He slowly, but surely began to open his eye's, as he wacthed them zoom through the clouds. He could feel the cold wind caress his body, and little water droplets tickled his skin when they went through the clouds. He did not move, but looked to the side and was able to see mountions in the distant as they rushed right past them. Andol felt a sense of excitment as he flew on the back of the dragon, but it was not egough to cancel out the fear that he felt when he thought about where the dragon could be taking him. This is what scared him the most.

He just layed his head back down and closed his eyes. He diecded to just enjoy this moment that he had to himself in the sky, sense he did not know what horrors could possiably await him. Yet there was always the hope that the dragon was a good dragon, and did not want to hurt him. Yet this only a thought at the back of his mind. All he knew of dragons was the stories of the evil things they had done, and the distruction that they could cause. So he figured that this dragon was one of those, and soon he would be locked away in the dragon's lair, to be used for whatever reason this creature could possiably want.

Just as the thought enter his mind as sinking feeling was felt in the pit of his stomach as the dragon began to move lower. Andol felt his body start to rise up, becuase of the speed which the large reptile went down. This only made him tighten his hold on the larger male, so that he would not fall off. He considered death to be a much worse fate. With the same speed that it had come, the sinking feeling went away, as he realized the dragon was hovering next to a large palace, which only made the young man's eyes grow wide.

He knew that this was the place where the dragon lived, and very soon he would find out wethier the dragons intentions where good or bad. He did not even have to get a good look at the outside of the palace before he found himself being picked up by the dragon's tail again and placed though a very large window, and again he found himself in awe as he tried to remain standing, which he did so with only a little bit of success, as he wacthed the dragon follow him in and head over to the frigde. He noticed that the larger male had turned back into a human again, and had yet to try and hurt him or yell at him so that was a good sign.

He figured that just maybe this dragon did not want to hurt him, but still he kept his guard up. Looking at the other male with a obviously nervous look in his eyes and voice he said, "Well... my name is Andol." He paused and figured that it would be easier if he diecded to be polite to the dragon, "It is nice to met you Xadrien." Yet the next set of questions caught him off guard, sinice he had not expected the dragon to really care about wethier or not he was ok, "I think they just want to rob and have some fun with me. Though don't worry I am not hurt." That was a lie, he had a cut under his that he had recevied a few days before, but he really did not want to take his shirt off in fornt of the other male. Andol was way to shy to do that. As for wethier or not he needed nourishment, "I think I would like somthing to drink though.. I have been lucky egough not to go hungry."
 
Xadrien moved a bit closer to Andol and his naturally spicy scent mingled lightly with the air. coupled with the comfortable warmth he gave off. His chest was still bare and exposed, as he found clothes to be a burden. His flawless muscles rippled and he moved as he did a small daunting task like pour water from a pitcher to a glass. Every movement seemed defined. The dragon took Andols hands and cupped them around the glass, his skin still holding in warmth from the beating sun.

"Well. No visible injuries at least. Which I suppose is a good thing that at least you aren't lying to me completely."

As the dragon wanted the boy to hydrate himself a bit with the water before he threw anymore surprises at him, like taking his shirt off, he said "Drink. You need it. Then we'll go downstairs and get you something substantial to eat." Xadrien loved to eat, so there was alot downstairs to choose from.
 
(You know Andol is 20 right? Why does Xardien think of him as a boy. I have always used young man to discribe Andol. Sorry if I sound stupid, I don't mean to, it is just the term boy always makes me think of shota :( )

Andol seemed to step back a little when the dragon stepped closer to him. The spicy scent that came through the air and filled up Andol's senses, smell so.. so.. very pleasent. Yes that was a good word for it, Andol found it to be pleasent. It relaxed him a very tiny amount, and at this point every little bit helped when it came to that, becuase he was still very unsure of the larger male's motives for all of this. He was worried that the dragon would treat him kindly only to take advantage of him, or just use him for whatever reason outright. Yet at this moment when he saw the glass of water being put into his hands, all Andol could think about then was how thristy he was.

He took the glass and brought it up to his lips as a very inaudible, "Thank you." Left his lips. As he sipped on it, so many questions where going through his mind at this point. Like how did the dragon know he was lying. Andol had one of the best poker face's, and could hide his emotions very very well. This also sent worry through him, becuase it created the risk that the dragon might actully want to check for injuries under his colthing.

As the cool water went through his body though, this gave him strength for another though to come into the back of his mind, as he looked at the rippling musucles that the dragon seemed to show off so proudly. Andol began to softly blush, becuase he was a innocent creature himself, and even though with what had happened to him in the past, he had still retained that sense of innocence in his voice and the way he acted when it came to certian things. This showed very clearly in the way that the soft blush covered up his pale skin and was esaier to see becuase his skin was pale.

Soon he had downed the whole glass of water, and looked at the dragon as he handed his glass back to the larger male, and took a soft step back. The other was a little close for Andol, becuase it only made him blush more when Xadrien was that close to him, "I think I would like somthing to eat. Yet I don't want to impose." Again Andol was trying to be polite.
 
(Oh, that's just Xaid. I could change the language....but that's how he talks to everybody he just meets. His daddy is a tyrant and that's how he grew up. )

Dragons were living lie detectors. And, also, it was impossible for them to lie especially to their masters. A pain ripped through them so excruciating when they lied to their masters.

Xaid watched him for a moment, as if he was trying to figure out something specific in his mind. But really...it wasn't that deep. He was just thrown off course.

"I'm surprised you are comfortable enough to ask. I think I've got some steak. That okay?"

Little did Xaid let everybody know, he could cook. When he was a young boy he had burned himself trying to make dinner and brownies for his mother. Tessa had to save the little dragon from hurting itself on the stove, it was endearing nonetheless.

He put a hand on Andols back and led him out the door of the bedroom and into the grand part of the palace. There were closed doors everywhere, and the girls that usually served as slaves were ordered back to his fathers harems so nobody was around at the moment. For some reason he didn't really want to scare this boy too much. Then it dawned on him...what the fuck was he doing and why did he care so much? It threw him off to think it could possibly be that this person was...

...his dragon master? No. That couldn't be it. He was gaining an odd sort of affection for him... Perhaps this is what the urge to make him healthy and heal him was about? If Andol ever actually gave him an order or told him to do something, in that case, he would have to obey. That's how they would know it was true. That was something Xaid didn't want to think about. All of those people that had ever had that power had hurt him.

Shaking that off, he led him into the kitchen. He lifted Andol carefully and with ease into his strong sturdy arms and set him onto a nearby counter where he prepared a very nice meal. Xaid was a wonderful chef, actually. He loved to eat. Therefore...he loved to cook.

"Where are you from? Are you looking to get back there? Or was there anywhere you were trying to go before you were so rudely interrupted?"
 
(It is fine, as long as we are not in the sexual part of the RP. When we get into that, I would prefer the term boy not be used. :? )

Andol looked back into the deep dark eyes of the dragon, as he began to wonder what the other male could possiably be thinking. He hoped that it might be somthing good. Maybe he was thinking of how to take care of him, or what sort of gifts to give him. Andol was not really sure what possiably the dragon could be thinking about him that was good. Maybe the larger male was worried about him. That would be the best thing of them all, in his mind. Yet he was sure the dragon had somthing sinister planned. The last time that someone had looked on him with such kind eyes and words, it had all been a complete and udder lie, and he had suffered the worse betrayl he had ever felt. Andol had no clue that dragons could not lie, and he certianly had no clue about his relation to this dragon. All he could think about at this moment, was the fact that the larger male could esaily hurt him.

"I think steak would be prefect." Andol's voice was soft and nervous, which was quite understandable, sinice he had been plucked out of a bad situation and thrown into this one. When he felt the larger male's hand touch his back he jumped a little in supirse, which the dragon would esaily be able to feel. He walked down the stairs with the dragon, moving at a faster pace than the larger male just so that he could keep ahead of the hand that was touching his back. He was able to distract himself by prondering the thought about why there was no one else here. Did the dragon live alone? Or could somthing else be up? Andol was not really sure of the reason, but he had a feeling the larger male was a creature who had servents to waite on him hand and foot.

Andol began to wonder though why the dragon had not made a move to hurt him already. The dragon had plenty of chances and had no reason to care about him. He let out a confused sigh and just shook his head. It was almost daylight, yet he felt like he just wanted to rest his head and go to sleep. Maybe that would clear up any confusion, but first he had to eat.

He was not fully prepared for the dragon to pick him up, and when the larger male did Andol let out a supirsed yelp, but as he was put down on the counter he just looked at the ground and felt really silly at the moment. He did not want the dragon to think of him as being weak or esle he would be able to esaily to take advantage of him. He looked at the larger male as the other began to cook, which supirsed him that such a regal creature would want to do such a megar task, but if the dragon enjoyed doing it. Well... then that was what the dragon should do. He looked up at the other male after he had pondered his thoughts for a moment and said, "Well I am not really form anywhere. I least not anymore, becuase my family has all been killed. Victims of a one of the senseless wars that us humans seem to fight. We just happened to live in the country that lost, and so that was what happened. I luckily got away, and have been wandering ever since. I go form town to town, just trying to make egough money to survive. So don't worry you did not really pluck me off my path. Though thank you for saving me." He had just realized that he had yet to thank the dragon, and so he made sure to do that.
 
Xaid grunted, unsure of what to say. Supposedly, it was one of his flaws...being unable to accept an apology and all. Especially apologies to a situation he didn't know why he was in in the first place. He just nodded. "I was in the area, I suppose. Noble steed at your service." he said dryly. He was still a bit thrown off by the sudden connection to Andol, trying to block it out.

He finished preparing the meal as quickly as he could, pushing bits of raw steak into his own mouth as he went along. Though he had just eaten, the dragon was pretty much a pit when it came to eating and storing food.

"Good to know I didn't push you off your path. I guess you're not in any sort of rush then? That's good, considering I'm not in any sort of rush to push you back into a world where you could possibly be preyed on. Trust me, I'm a predator. I know how they all operate." He set the plate in from of Andol and shook his head. It was filled with plenty of bread and carbs and proteins to help nourish his body and bring him back to life. "After this, would you like to rest? I'll give you some comfortable clothes to sleep in. Not a problem. My shirts would probably be big enough to serve to you as an extra blanket." he grinned.
 
Andol all of a sudden let out a soft giggle which he did not mean to in this situation, as he realized that he had stumped the dragon, who seemed to not know what to so. The young man kicked himself for doing this it. He knew that all it did was to make him more appealing to the dragon, and if the dragon actully wanted to do to him what he hoped that the dragon would not do. He wacthed as the dragon cooked the steak, which Andol could began to smell. It smelled so good, but with as hungry as he was at this point, anything would probably smell good.

When the dragon talked about being a noble steed Andol softly blushed at this. He wondered why the dragon had this affect on him so esaily. Normally people could never get him this heated, but Xaid was doing it with flying colors, "Well I am just gald that it was you and not some other less noble steed." Andol hoped that Xaid would not read to much into that statment and try to use it against him. The young man still coukld not take his eyes off the prefect specimen that the dragon was. He was so handsome, but aslo obviously very strong, which was the part that worried Andol, becuase he knew that he would not be able to fight back well.

His eyes went wide as the dragon confrimed what he had suspected. The dragon did want to keep him around, which did not sound like good news. Yet Andol slowly began to think for a moment, maybe Xaid did not want to hurt him, and really was worried about him. Maybe the dragon really did want to protect him. The young man deicded to remain more open to that possiably, but he still was going to keep his guard up. YOu could never be too careful in situations like this. Yet still he continued to be nice to the larger male, who could possiably be his master, now that he was a captured human, "Thanks for bringing me here. I have not really had a warm roof over my head in years."

It was quite ture. Andol had not really had the money to ever pay for rooms at the inns. All he had been able to make was money for food and that was it. When offered the steak, Andol proved exactlly how hungry he had been, as he quickly took the plate and started to eat the food. He quickly cut the steak up to bits, and then ate each one in a seperate manner. The bread came next, as the young gobbled this down quick. He felt embressed that he was making a fool out of himself in the way that he was eating, but he did not care about that right now. He was hungry and so that was what he was going to do.

It did not take him long to down all of the food, and once he had finished he let out a soft burp as he looked at the sheepishly, "That tasted really good Xaid. I did not really know how much I need a hot meal until I had one sitting in fornt of me." He smiled softly as he said this. Yet what the dragon said next told him that it was time for the make or break moment. The time that would decided wethier or not the dragon was going to hurt him, or take care of him. Whatever the dragon did while he was resting, or anything like that. He did not want a change of clothes, "I think I would like that, but you don't mind if I change in privite. I would prefer you not to see." Andol also didn't want the dragon to see the cut he had been hiding.
 
It was quite ironic that this human would consider himself a slave to his master when it was probably the other way around. The dragon didn't want to know, and didn't want to be around to find out. The moment Andol shouted something like; "STOP!" or "DON'T DO THAT!" he would definitely find out. And to reiterate, he did not really want to find out. He didn't want anybody to have that sort of connection with him...that power over him. Furthermore, Xaid never had a master before. For sure if he ended up with a master, or even a lover, his father wouldn't ever consider him for Draconic leader. It would have to be his brother Linden.

Xadrien didn't so much as watch him eat...it was sort of a mindless task at this point and however Andol was eating could not possibly be as barbaric as even the females in his family scarfed down an entirely raw cow. Etiquette wasn't exactly something you needed to worry about around a dragon.

The black dragon grunted, not exactly liking that last bit of information. "No. I would prefer to look the rest of your body over, at least your chest, for injuries. I need to cleanse them appropriately. I don't think I can trust you to do it yourself."

Christ, Xaid was scaring himself with being this protective over this person. Andol had such a powerful, almost calming sense. It was as though there was a sense of peace now that he was around. Could this be some sort of magic trick. He grunted once more at the thought.

Once Andol was done eating, Xadrien scooped him up into his arms and carried him back up into his bed chambers. He carried him straight into the bathing area and set him on the sink. The poor human must be weak as hell from lack of sleep. Even a massive amount of food couldn't stop chronic fatigue from taking over muscles. The dragon began to draw a hot bath. "Wait here." he demanded.

Then he disappeared back into his room. His own thoughts were running in all directions. Moreso he was extremely nervous. Nervous? Yes, that's the word. Somebody having control over him, much less a MASTER and not a mistress? Xadrien couldn't stop himself from caring about Andol in that case even if he tried. No matter what, this presence was soothing to him...the sort of soothing that would make his throat rumble out of complete pleasure. Rubbing his head, he came back with one of his black shirts and a pair of boxers. It was tight on him, probably extremely comfortable for the human.

"You don't have to put these on until after your bath. Whatever wounds you have, the hot water will act as an antiseptic to. Then afterwards we'll put on the real antiseptic."

He began removing Andol's shirt, to better examine him. Smooth fingers brushing his torso lightly, the now familiar spicy scent mingling between the two of them. The chemistry seemed to spark the most at this close distance for Xadrien and he began to become more nervous.
 
Looking at the dragon the young man was at least happy that the other was not giving him a look of annoyance, at his sloppy eating. When he thought about it more, it made sense that a dragon would not really care. They seemed to pounce on things all the time, and ate them in a messy manner. Well at least he would not have to worry to much about those kinds of manners while he was here. Yet just to be on the safe side, he planned on keeping his table manners in tact, just incase this was only a one time thing. For all he knew the dragon could be a understanding creature who knew that he was very hungry and let him anyway he wanted to so Andol could get some food in his system. Andol was quite thankful for this.

Andol looked at the dragon with a look that seemed to be a cross bettewen fear and embarrassment. He wishpered softly under his breath, "I really prefer if you wouldn't." Yet he knew that he had no say in the matter. Andol had no idea of the control that he could possiably have over the dragon, yet even if he did it was quite doubtful that he would use it in that manner. He was not that type of person.

The young man quickly found himself pulled out of his thoughts as he was again pulled off the table and he found himself being carried in the dragon's arms. Normally he would have panicked. Yet this for some reason he did not, he instead just rested his head aginst the larger males shoulder. The scent that he had smelled before filled his nostrils, and made him feel at ease and relaxed, but he did not understand why. Nobody had ever had this affect on him, a sense of calm and of... like everything was going to be ok. Andol though had just fallen into a calm and relaxed state becuase of the nature in which he was being held, and the spicy scent that came off the other.

Once he was sat up on the sink, and the distance bettewen was now back to the way it was. Andol snapped out of his daze. He still could not understand how the dragon had done that. It was very strange, but it also made him worry about wethier or not the dragon could control him. He had a strong will, and Andol made sure though, that he was not going to be able to be controled that esaily. When the other return Andol noticed that Xaid had brought with him some clothing and it did not take him long to relize what was about to happen. When the larger male started to take off his shirt it just comfirmed it. Andol was about to let out a yelp, but instead he controled it and diecded to try and be a bit more firm. He weakly attmepted to push the larger male's hand away and said, "I said stop Xaid, I can take care of myself. Please don't try that again." He wondered what the dragon was going to do to him for saying that. He framed it as though he was giving a order, and in a way he was. Andol crossed his arms over his chest, in a way that someone would if they where trying to hide there body. The cut was on the young man's chest and that is what he was hiding.
 
As soon as Andol barked those orders, a shock ripped through Xadrien, so intense it nearly made his entire body vibrate. As big as he was, his chest began to pound, and it was if the very blood coursing through his veins was stinging. His master was in distress, and the dragon was the one distressing him...that was why.

Xadrien was forced to jerk his hand away, as if Andol had the very strength to do it himself. The force was so irresistable and great that Xadrien had to oblige.

"Fuck my LIFE!" he curse rather loudly, taking a step back and holding his hand. It was a complete 180 from the serene atmosphere they had created between them just moments before. God fucking damn, this couldn't be happening really. The younger, smaller male was definitely hiding smething. Gritting his teeth with immense pain, he shook his head and closed his deep black eyes. "You... bath." he managed to choke out. "Let me know when you are done." With that he walked out and closed the bathroom door behind him.

All Xadrien really knew at this point, was that if Andol really was his master...he would be taking on less of a responsibility for himself. Xadrien would be carrying alot of his burden, feeling his pain very empathetically, and taking care of him by protective and natural instinct.

In his room, Xaid paced. He raked his fingers through his hair, trying to figure out what the hell had just happened. Well, he knew what had happened, but he was in such denial he had to try to figure it out all over again. A punched a hole through the wall. How could he fucking let this happen? How could he be so careless as to not be paying attention to the reason why he was led to this person in the first place?
 
Andol's eyes grew wide with alarm as he looked at the larger male who seemed like he was in some sort of pain. He wanted to get off the sink to make sure that the other male was alright. The human felt guilty, yet he did not know where this feeling came form. It was as though he was causing this creature pain. Andol could not stand to see anyone in pain, it was just his nature. He was a loving creature, but his shy nature kept this side of him form really seeing it's day in the sun. The young man only knew that the larger male was in pain, becuase he was a very observent person, though Andol had no clue wethier it was emotional, or psyhical pain. All he knew was that Xaid was not happy at all. His voice was soft as he siad in apoligetic voice, "Xaid, I am sor..." Yet it was too late and the dragon had already left the room.

With a soft sigh Andol shook his head. It was no use worrying about it, and it would probably be better to just get a bath like the larger male wanted him too. He did not want to anger the larger male anymore than he already had. He slipped softly off the counter as he took his clothes off, while making sure he was facing away form the door, just incase the other changed his mind, about letting him have any priviticy. Walking over to the tub he slipped into the warm water which felt good. Had the dragon seen what Andol was trying to hide, the larger male would probably not have been as alarmed. There was a cut across Andol's chest, but it was a minor injury, and nothing to worry about. Just a nice bandage to pacth it up and he would be fine.

He could hear the larger male in other room. It sounded to him like the larger male had broken somthing when he heard the sound of the hole being punch in the wall. He began to worry. Everything had been fine until he had told the dragon to stop what it was doing. A frown when across his face as emotions of sympathy and sadness ran through him. Andol was no longer worried about himself at the moment, but instead was worried about Xaid. Andol softly dunked his head under the water as he contiuned to bathe, hoping that the larger male would not be mad at him... though he figured the dragon already was.

As he finished his bath he stood up and got out of the shower and began to look around and found the towels that he needed, and slowly dried off. He realized at this point that the dragon was probably not going to hurt him, which made a few tears of happiness spill form is eyes now that he knew he would live. Slipping on the clothes that he was giving he looked down at himself and smiled. They where a bit big on him, but that did not matter. It macthed his hair and his eyes, so it was very nice. Walking slowly out of the bathroom he opened the door and spoke softly as he came out, and saw the pacing dragon, "Xaid...." He closed the door behind him as he stepped a little in other's direction, "Are you ok? I didn't hurt you did I? I mean if you really want to you can bandage up my chest." There was a great bit of nervousness to those words. Andol would just prefer to let that wound heal naturally in all due respect, or at least bandage it himself later.
 
While Andol was bathing, Xadrien had recieved a visit. His sister, Lissianna, had been sent to notify her brother about the family dinner his mother was having. Lissianna's tiny dragon form fluttered through the window and landed on the sill. She shifted into human form, revealing her very feminine body. She was a vision of perfection, long beautifufl legs crossed as she folded her hands over her lap. A frown perplexed her soft lips, matching black eyes to her brothers examining him. She played idolently with her glossy black hair, still looking upon him with concern.

"Did...something happen Xaid?"

Xadrien looked at her, still frowning himself. It was as though his eyes were trying to tell a story. "Don't ask Lissianna." he snapped.

Lissi furrowed a brow and crossed her arms over her head. "Kazdeverik Vakkra Lokuz. I will not have the attitude. I know daddy is gone, but he will kick your ass when he gets back if you aren't nice to me. "

Of course, Lissi was daddys little girl. But they were too close for her to rat her brother out. Her expression grew softer when she realized he was truely bothered. And then she noticed that there was somebody bathing. She looked at Xadrien, having sort of an idea about what was upsetting him. "You met somebody!? A mistress?" A small smile played on her lips. "Good for you!"

He kept his gaze on her, telling her that she wasn't really hitting the nail too square on the head.

"Haha," she joked. "A master then?"

As Xaid stared at her she began to realize her joke wasn't so funny.

"...really? Xaid...you know what happened to Cadence when he came out..."

"I know Liss." he growled, losing his patience and rubbing his head.

"I mean, do you really like him? Invite him to dinner tonight...mom will know what to do."

When she heard the door open she shifted into a tiny dragon form and fluttered out the window but still lingered nearby.

Xaid had his arms crossed. He shifted his weight uncomfortably and leaned against the wall. If he didn't tell Andol would this be able to progress? Sadly, the truth was that the connection would just get stronger.

"No. You didn't hurt me." Slowly he shifted his gaze back towards the smaller boy. "You gave me an order. It threw me off. Do you know anything about dragons?" he hessitated to say the last part, but figured it was necessary.
 
(Sorry if it is too short. I was really only able to use the stuff that came near the end. :p )

Andol looked at the dragon, as he had come out. Yet for some reason he felt like a lingering presence had just been here. It was that kind of feeling one got when they knew that a room was missing somthing, yet could not figure out what it was. Andol almost seemed to fall slient as Xaid would noticed the young man's eyes shift around quite a bit. He spoke almost under his breath, "Is there is somthing I am missing?" It was not really that Andol knew that the female dragon had been there, it was simply a gut feeling that Xaid had not been a long, plus he felt like there probably would have been more than just one hole in the wall if the dragon had been left alone for any long period of time.

Looking back at the dragon after he was finally able to pull himself out of his world in which he was so very deep in thought. Xaid looked very annoyed still, which was somthing Andol did not like, but he figured that the larger male had a very good reason. The young man just wished that he knew what that reason was so that he could stop doing it, and causing problems. Yet what the larger male was saying to him, only made him more and more curious about what was going on.

The last thing that Xaid said though confused him. How in the hell was he able to give a dragon an order. He knew more than most people about dragons becuase he was a very well learned young man, but he had never heard of such thing that would allow a human or anything to command such control over a dragon. He had always seen as the other way around, with the humans being controled by dragons. He knew of a few kingdoms that where compleltely ruled by dragons. Yet this was somthing he had never heard off. Maybe it was somthing that dragons kept secert, "Well I am gald I didn't hurt you, and I do know more about dragons than most people, but how is it that I gave you an order. I have never heard of that before. Isn't it supposed to be the other way around." The young man was certianly curious, but if Andol's nature was anything to go by, it was doubtful that Xaid would ever been commanded to do anything.
 
Xaid closed his eyes and stood now independantly from the wall. He slowly walked over and place both of his hands on Andol's shoulders. It wasn't annoyance now, but sort of a more affectionate gaze that helf the human. "You really have absolutely no idea, do you?" He reached out and gently touched his face, brushing his thumb against his chin. Then, realized he had'nt asked...

"Did you enjoy the warm bath?"
 
Andol stood there for a moment as he looked at the larger male, expecting a answer that would knock him off of his feet, yet he did not get one. He did not get any answer at all, what he got instead was an affectionate look form the dragon. As he looked deep into the others eyes he began to feel very relaxed, and warm. That feeling that spoke him softly saying, 'it is ok, you are safe, you are home.' It was not a feeling that he had felt sinice before his family was all killed off. It felt so good that it seemed like it would just wash over and consume him. Yet it did not Andol. For once in about 5 years, Andol could finally say that he felt happy. He did not know why he felt this way and was not sure where this came form, but he did feel happy and content.

As the other drew closer, Andol did not back away this time. He had deicded that whatever would happen. He looked up at the larger male as he felt two comfronting hands resting on his shoulders, his eyes never once broke contact with the other males. It was obvious somthing that Andol did not usally do, but Xaid's eyes just seem to hold him and not want to let go. He liked that, "No I really don't...." For a moment his voice seemed to be in almost a dreamy like state, but like before he popped back into reality very fast, yet unlike before he did not move or pull away. Becuase truth be told, he liked the contact of the dragons skin against his.

He smiled softly at the thoughtful question that came form the larger male's lips, "Well yes I did. Thank you for letting get it in privicy Xaid. I really enjoyed that alot, I was able to relax more than I have in a very long time." Andol's muscules would even feel less tense then they had before, becuase he had started to relax and let his gaurd down. He was not 80% sure that Xaid would not hurt him. Yet he remember then that the dragon still had not answered his question, "You still have not explained to me what happen fully. I have never heard of human's giving orders to dragons. Is it somthing special about me, or is there other humans that can do it? Or is it that your just a nice guy?" The last sentance was obviously a joke. Andol never heard of a dragon that would serve any human on purpose.
 
Xadrien frowned and shook his head. "We are protectors. Not just of anybody, but we were originally meant for a more personal purpose." he examined Andol's gaze thoroghly. At one point his gaze rested to the smaller mans lips. He wondered for a brief moment if the chemistry would be there as well. The physical attraction was. Xadrien had to do everything in his power to keep his body from reacting.

"We all have one master or mistress. Not saying that it has to be a romantic interest...but there is one person in the world meant for a single dragon to protect. Kind of to claim as their to look over. Whether or not it's a simple human. The worse part is, you don't get to choose. It just happens."

Andol was obviously relaxing around him. Xadrien liked that alot. It made him feel sort of accomplished. His worry faded a little.
 
Andol's eyes grew wide with suprise. He could not believe what he what he was hearing, was he truly chosen to be protected by this dragon. He began to even wonder how that came about, or what he must have done to deserve such a honor. Well that is the way Andol thought of it. Maybe it was what had happened to him in his life that had caused this, or more in likely it was just his destiny to be with this dragon. Had Xaid been able to find him more eailer in his life, then they would probably have been together soon, but at least the dragon had found him. It was obvious the idea of staying with Xaid all of the time was a major chage for the young man, and was also a upgrade it in class to. His family had been middle class, people. Now Andol suspected that he would be living in a palace.

He looked into the dragon's eyes, and little did he know that his thoughts mirrored those of the larger male. The whole thing about him belonging to Xaid in this way, just sounded so.... romantic. Andol was a very hopless romantic and this just set off that part of him like a firecracker, "Wow that sounds romantic...." The way the young man spoke it was as though he did not even know that he was say the things that where being thought in his head. Though when he did realize what he said a soft blush covered his face.

It there was one thing about this that worried him, which was the fact that Xaid seem to have no choice in the matter, and to Andol that just did not seem right. It was not fair that the dragon had to have him as a master. In his mind the larger male should be able to choose. This was mainly becuase Andol could not really see himself in such a postion as to be a dragon's master. He did not really like the idea of being anyones master. Now being Xaid's friend... or maybe best friend.... or even partner.... well that was a differnt story, "Xaid, I mean if you really don't want me to be your master, I promise I won't tell you what to do. You can just take me back to town. I don't want to force myself into your life." Andol really did care about how the larger male felt about this.
 
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