Dare To Love A Dragon

Francis snuck into the palace in the middle of the night. His curiosity got the better of him. He had to see the man he saw in Ander's head.

He made his way to the room trying to retrace the room he had seen. He needed to meet the man for himself to find out what it was that he was missing. His body and mind have been restless the whole time ever since they came back from the aisle of the lost souls.

He got to the golden door, the door from the memories. He pushed the door open and slowly walked in. He tiptoed to make certain that he was not heard.

He made his way to the bed, the person he sought slept on the bed. He was twisting and turning on the bed, he didn't look like he was having a good night's rest.

"Who are you?" he mumbled sitting down next to the king.

"Your lover and your husband," Alex opened his eyes and looked up to him. "Also a dragon which means I heard you the moment you opened the door."

He sat up. "I knew toy could never stay away from me. Annak, she said that I had lost you forever but I' knew that my love will lead you back to me," he mumbled.

Francis didn't respond to him. His silence surprised Alex but he didn't mind it much. The distant look on Francis's eyes also didn't affect him. Despite the odds, he had full faith that Francis would one day remember him and return to him.

They had been separated many times before and each time they managed to find their way back to each other. This time too he believed they would win.

"I don't know you," Francis said plainly. "But my body seems to know you so how about we have a little fun."

"Fun? What do you mean?" the king questioned.

"Help me remember who I am to you," he said with a devilish grin on his face. He reached down his clothes and removed them from his body.

"Shouldn't you be with Ander right now?" the kind inquired puzzled. According to Annak who is never wrong. Francis is supposed to be by Ander's side. He is only to love and support the boy even if his loyalty to Ander was misguided.

He was confused by his sudden presence and his request.

"I should but what he doesn't know won't kill him. So are you give me what I want or should I leave?" he asked softly.

"Your wish has always been my command. But I have a kingdom to think of so I won't anger Ander by touching you," he told sternly. His words came out forced that even Francis could tell that her himself didn't want that.

"A minute ago, you mentioned something about love and now this. So tell me between me and the kingdom what is more important to you?" he questioned in a sweet sensual voice that made Alex swallow hard.

"Right now I am not in a position to choose, the choice has already been made for me," Alex said creating some distance between the two of them.

"You are my husband, so how can you deny me my rights?" Francis asked and locked their lips into a kiss. Since seeing the memory of the two of them he had been itching to be with the man.

Electricity ran down his body the minute their lips touched. It wasn't like kissing Ander, he had to admit he liked kissing Ander but the kiss right now was magical. It started like a snap kiss but slowly deepened into a more passionate kiss. He parted his lips letting Alex deepen the kiss.

Alex slipped his tongue into his mouth and kissed him. His kiss was rough and demanding, he was kissing him with so much hunger in his eyes. It was only a little while that they had parted ways but he missed the male deeply and he expressed that in the kiss.

He made taste every corner of Francis's mouth. The two of them wrapped their hands around each other in need. They were so caught up with each other they failed to notice the shadow that entered the room.

Francis moaned into the kiss enjoying the way he was being dominated by Alex. He might not recall the man but his body recognized his touch and his body reacted accordingly. He found himself growing hard, he wanted more.

Alex broke the kiss to catch his breath, he watched Francis beneath heavily too. He smiled sweetly. He had missed that, especially the male's neck. He leaned his head to Francis's neck and trailed kisses all over it. He looked up from the kiss and jerked when he got startled.

"What's wrong?" Francis asked him. He looked at the pair of eyes seated at his tea table with uncertainty in his eyes.

"Don't stop on my account. Keep going," they both heard. Francis got off Alex and gazed up. He got his clothes and got dressed.

"What are you doing here?" he questioned with no guilt or fear in his eyes. "I thought I put you to bed," he added.

"Heard of the interesting show over here so I had to come and watch," Ander replied.

"Did you enjoy it?"

"Very much," he answered. "But not as much as you were enjoying his tongue on your mouth."

"Shall we go home, I'm sure you have a lot of questions?" he offered to the boy.

"No, I have no questions for you. From where I sit everything seems pretty clear," he said to him. "But the two of you have betrayed yet again and that won't be tolerated," he added coldly.

His tone of voice surprised Francis but he didn't look bothered. He put on his shoes and got up from the bed. "Ander love, we should go home," he told to him.

"I am home. We all are, get comfortable and enjoy the night. You have a long morning ahead of you," he said.

"I am your mate and the one you love. I have nothing to fear, especially since I have something that you and I need," Francis went ahead to say.

Ander gazed at him his lips curling up into a wicked smile. "No one plays me," he said standing up and walking over to the man. "Not you and not my soul," he said holding the man's hand.

His touch made his dragon mark on Francis's chest react. It was drilling Francis's insides, Francis gritted his teeth and endured the pain from the mark.

"Let me tell you a little secret. The thing Is that I have always been more powerful than my soul, It feeds off me and I can control it at any given time," he whispered in Francis's ear. "You are right when you say that you are my love but you have one misconception. You are not my mate, you are my slave," he added.

"How dare..."

He began to say when Ander interrupted him by putting his hand on his lips. His voice disappeared right after. "You shouldn't raise your voice to your master. There might be consequences," he stated the innocence in his eyes vanishing.

"A new era Is here and I am no longer an emotional fool that you can trick so easily. I can play games much worse than you, your mistake. You underestimate me," he let out.

"But no worries, I will just have to show you what happens when I get angry," he said and left Francis. He went over to the window and opened it.

Alex and Francis moved to the window to see, the sight before them shocked them out of their wits.

"Witness my anger," Ander said. The houses in the village were on fire, the dragons above were burning everything in their path. A fog was engulfing the people and once inside the fog they were no longer seen.

"What are you doing?" Alexander finally found his voice to ask.

"I had a chat with Amaru earlier, it was as interesting to talk. He opened my eyes to see that I was living in an illusion. Francis can never love me in this life and tonight proved it. So since I can't have him as a lover I will return him to you. That way I will be able to enjoy seeing the two of you suffer together," he said to them.

"What do you mean?" the king asked him.

"I mean that you can have him back. I don't want him, I don't want something that doesn't completely belong to me. Take this as my gift to you father, it might be the only one," he spatted.

"Thank you," the king said gratefully.

"Don't thank me, this is not a gift, it's a curse," he stated before raising his hands, the fog picked him up and lifted him off the ground. "You will soon understand why I am the last person you should have messed with. I will remove the mark soon, enjoy your night," he finished speaking and left with the fog.