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The Dragon Boys
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Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
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Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
3
Views:
3,200
Reviews:
7
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Ride with the Wolf
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When she came downstairs, she immediately saw the blonde Draghi hunched over the bar, holding his head between his hands. Yuichi had been doing that a lot lately and looked to be in pain. She usually catches him at it when he thinks no one’s looking.
“Headache?” She asked as she ran her fingers under his bangs like the caring mother, kind of her role for most everyone that comes in the “Briar Patch,” as well as the children under her care.
He nodded and then spoke. “My second pair are coming in, but it feels like my head is being ripped apart.” The dragon-like eyes looked up, filled with immense pain.
He lifted one hand to show off a small curly-cubed sandy-colored horn just behind the full ivory one. It was still so small among the blonde long flared spikes of hair that she had to physically touch the incoming horn to know that it was there.
It was then Rhonda remembered that the Bull Draghi in front of her was still a not but a child. A kid who was forced to grow-up before his time at the very moment the three younger Draghi came to be in his care. He was now their protector and leader.
The red haired widow softly sighed in sympathy, moving in slowly to kiss the smooth patch of scales on the boy’s cheek. “Why don’t you go on upstairs and rest awhile? I’ll wake you up before tonight’s band comes around and you can help them set up the stage before they open later. Now scoot.”
Yuichi didn’t want to be seen as a weakling; he was reluctant to move, but no one disobeys ’Mama Rhonda.’ By the time he had thought to argue, she had already corralled him to the stairs. She frowned and crossed her arms against her chest, watching as the teen staggered wearily up the stairs.
The phone rang.
It was the principal from the Kazuo and Alex’s school, calling to ask why Kazuo was absent; he’d already missed all his morning classes and it didn’t look like he’d make it for the last half of the day.
Rhonda didn’t want to bother the blonde Draghi until later that night, hoping that the pain would at least lessen some by then. She grabbed her keys along with her bag and phone, leaving the bar after locking the doors. She climbed into the shared car and dialed the little water Draghi’s phone, preparing to cuss him out five ways to Sunday after asking where he was and why he deemed it necessary to skip school.
Moody dragon-teenagers are a big pain in the ass!
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He sat on his yellow and black-trimmed motorcycle on a street corner, out of the way of traffic. Kazuo didn’t feel like spending all his time at that sardine can they call a school, absolutely packed with stupid humans. He decided instead to run over to the arcade ‘til he ran out of pocket money, racing down the streets and sometimes trying his hand at swipin’ food from outdoor venders afterward. Lazing around town built up an appetite.
He was still pissed off about not being able to defeat that bastard Bull and was forced into such a simple hold. It was embarrassing, infuriating!
Stupid Yuichi…
The ice-blue/ink-black haired teen pulled out an almost empty pack of Hi-Fis’, the same kind that the blonde asshole smokes when they were both out of Mama Rhonda’s range of sight and smell. Pulling the last stick out, he light it with a cheap Zippo lighter; he had stolen from Yuichi last night while the older Draghi was cleaning up the bar after it closed.
He rubbed at the shimmer pearl-white scales on his hands, neck, and face. His older brother always said that it wasn’t good to scratched during a molting, it could cause permanent damage to the new scales.
Junko-sama! He missed Daiki so much! The older water Draghi was one of the first that left the safety of the ancient hiding place of their people. Daiki was a Bull as well, and already had all of the common water Bull’s head spikes by the time he had left two months before the quartet.
The upbeat ring of his blue flip-phone played from the inside of his tattered jeans’ pockets. Wondering who would call him at this time of day, Kazuo answered with a questioning “Hello?”
“YOU LITTLE SHIT FOR BRAINS! YOU BETTER TELL ME WHERE YOU ARE RIGHT NOW OR I AM GOING TO SKIN YOUR LITTLE LIZARD HIDE WHEN I FIND YOUR PUNK-ASS!”
He winced, drawing the phone away from his overly sensitive ears, not wanting to burst an ear drum.
“I’ll be home in a minute.” Once the yelling stopped, he put the phone back to his ear. “I wasn’t feeling good so I took a little ride to clear my head.” Before the strings of shouting and profanity could continue, he flipped the phone closed, ending their conversation.
Stupid human bitch…
He tsked at the thought that Yuichi might be fucking that human bitch just so they could have a place to stay in the city. It wasn’t that much of a stretch since that blonde prick would fuck humans when his other skills didn’t get them what they needed.
Kazuo didn’t say anything because of the hatchlings’ blind love for the asshole, but he would so love to knock the Bull off of his high horse by calling him a ‘human-fucker.’ He laughed at that lovely thought as he rubbed at an itchy patch on his stomach before flinging the dying cigarette onto the busy street in front of him.
The roar of a cycle’s engine coming up from behind him caused the young teen’s head to turn.
It was a rider in full black and white motorbike grub, a wolf head painted on the helmet and a stone-grey wolf tail poking out of the back of the leather pants. Kazuo decided to ignore the new comer; he wasn’t worth his time. The other biker left his engine on, coming to a stop and placing his feet on the concrete ground beneath him.
The rider pushed the black visor up to show off wolf-like amber eyes. Kazuo became more irritated as they looked him up and down, taking in the common street punk-esque clothing that the amethyst eyed teen had taken to wearing after settling down in the city.
The guy then pulled off the wolf helmet, unleashing a wild mixture of grey, black, and white hair, static cling from the helmet making it go out in every which way; bushy wolf ears poked out between the tangled and mussed hair instead of the normal curve shell of human ear.
This jerk must be what humans of the city called a splicer; a human that willingly has their own genes permanently altered with that of a chosen animal. Yuichi had forced him and the hatchlings to always answer ’yes’ when ask if they spliced, trying to hide the truth behind their dragon features.
The blue/black haired teen didn’t understand why humans do that kind of thing to themselves, its mutilation. Then again, he didn’t understand a lot of what these crazy humans do.
“Aren’t you a bit young to be riding that thing?” Jerk-man asked, nodding at the bike between the increasingly agitated water Draghi’s legs.
“Go fetch!” Kazuo snarled as he slipped on his black bike goggles and took off down the street.
Seconds later, the wolf bastard had ridden up beside him, wordlessly coaxing the young Draghi into a street race with a wiggle of his thin mismatched eyebrows and a smirk, pushing the black visor back down to cover his face.
For the longest time the riders were at neck and neck. They yelled and beeped at by those around them as they sped past, ignoring the rest of the world. Soon there was no more road and they hopped their bikes up to the sidewalks, ticking off street venders and those who had no choice but to quickly to get out of the bikers’ way.
They kept racing ‘til they had reached a construction site, the wolf rider pulling around, causing the young teen to stop before they could collide. They turned off their engines, the wolf-man pulling off his helmet once more.
Panting from the excitement of the sudden bike race, he smiled, well…wolfishly, as he spoke. “You’re pretty good for a kid. I’m Cill, and you are?”
Kazuo scoffed at the wolf-splicer and turned his bike around before turning the engine back on, taking off for home and a definite lecture-rant from that human bitch Rhonda and that asshole Bull, Yuichi, maybe even earning himself a couple whacks upside the head.
“Aw, baby’s shy.” With a full wolf grin on his tanned face as his own bike’s engine was turned on and he zoomed into the other direction to his own home, to get ready for the ‘Briar Patch’ gig that his band was playing later that night.
Cill had no problem looking the kid up for another race. Maybe one with stakes the next time around.
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When she came downstairs, she immediately saw the blonde Draghi hunched over the bar, holding his head between his hands. Yuichi had been doing that a lot lately and looked to be in pain. She usually catches him at it when he thinks no one’s looking.
“Headache?” She asked as she ran her fingers under his bangs like the caring mother, kind of her role for most everyone that comes in the “Briar Patch,” as well as the children under her care.
He nodded and then spoke. “My second pair are coming in, but it feels like my head is being ripped apart.” The dragon-like eyes looked up, filled with immense pain.
He lifted one hand to show off a small curly-cubed sandy-colored horn just behind the full ivory one. It was still so small among the blonde long flared spikes of hair that she had to physically touch the incoming horn to know that it was there.
It was then Rhonda remembered that the Bull Draghi in front of her was still a not but a child. A kid who was forced to grow-up before his time at the very moment the three younger Draghi came to be in his care. He was now their protector and leader.
The red haired widow softly sighed in sympathy, moving in slowly to kiss the smooth patch of scales on the boy’s cheek. “Why don’t you go on upstairs and rest awhile? I’ll wake you up before tonight’s band comes around and you can help them set up the stage before they open later. Now scoot.”
Yuichi didn’t want to be seen as a weakling; he was reluctant to move, but no one disobeys ’Mama Rhonda.’ By the time he had thought to argue, she had already corralled him to the stairs. She frowned and crossed her arms against her chest, watching as the teen staggered wearily up the stairs.
The phone rang.
It was the principal from the Kazuo and Alex’s school, calling to ask why Kazuo was absent; he’d already missed all his morning classes and it didn’t look like he’d make it for the last half of the day.
Rhonda didn’t want to bother the blonde Draghi until later that night, hoping that the pain would at least lessen some by then. She grabbed her keys along with her bag and phone, leaving the bar after locking the doors. She climbed into the shared car and dialed the little water Draghi’s phone, preparing to cuss him out five ways to Sunday after asking where he was and why he deemed it necessary to skip school.
Moody dragon-teenagers are a big pain in the ass!
******
He sat on his yellow and black-trimmed motorcycle on a street corner, out of the way of traffic. Kazuo didn’t feel like spending all his time at that sardine can they call a school, absolutely packed with stupid humans. He decided instead to run over to the arcade ‘til he ran out of pocket money, racing down the streets and sometimes trying his hand at swipin’ food from outdoor venders afterward. Lazing around town built up an appetite.
He was still pissed off about not being able to defeat that bastard Bull and was forced into such a simple hold. It was embarrassing, infuriating!
Stupid Yuichi…
The ice-blue/ink-black haired teen pulled out an almost empty pack of Hi-Fis’, the same kind that the blonde asshole smokes when they were both out of Mama Rhonda’s range of sight and smell. Pulling the last stick out, he light it with a cheap Zippo lighter; he had stolen from Yuichi last night while the older Draghi was cleaning up the bar after it closed.
He rubbed at the shimmer pearl-white scales on his hands, neck, and face. His older brother always said that it wasn’t good to scratched during a molting, it could cause permanent damage to the new scales.
Junko-sama! He missed Daiki so much! The older water Draghi was one of the first that left the safety of the ancient hiding place of their people. Daiki was a Bull as well, and already had all of the common water Bull’s head spikes by the time he had left two months before the quartet.
The upbeat ring of his blue flip-phone played from the inside of his tattered jeans’ pockets. Wondering who would call him at this time of day, Kazuo answered with a questioning “Hello?”
“YOU LITTLE SHIT FOR BRAINS! YOU BETTER TELL ME WHERE YOU ARE RIGHT NOW OR I AM GOING TO SKIN YOUR LITTLE LIZARD HIDE WHEN I FIND YOUR PUNK-ASS!”
He winced, drawing the phone away from his overly sensitive ears, not wanting to burst an ear drum.
“I’ll be home in a minute.” Once the yelling stopped, he put the phone back to his ear. “I wasn’t feeling good so I took a little ride to clear my head.” Before the strings of shouting and profanity could continue, he flipped the phone closed, ending their conversation.
Stupid human bitch…
He tsked at the thought that Yuichi might be fucking that human bitch just so they could have a place to stay in the city. It wasn’t that much of a stretch since that blonde prick would fuck humans when his other skills didn’t get them what they needed.
Kazuo didn’t say anything because of the hatchlings’ blind love for the asshole, but he would so love to knock the Bull off of his high horse by calling him a ‘human-fucker.’ He laughed at that lovely thought as he rubbed at an itchy patch on his stomach before flinging the dying cigarette onto the busy street in front of him.
The roar of a cycle’s engine coming up from behind him caused the young teen’s head to turn.
It was a rider in full black and white motorbike grub, a wolf head painted on the helmet and a stone-grey wolf tail poking out of the back of the leather pants. Kazuo decided to ignore the new comer; he wasn’t worth his time. The other biker left his engine on, coming to a stop and placing his feet on the concrete ground beneath him.
The rider pushed the black visor up to show off wolf-like amber eyes. Kazuo became more irritated as they looked him up and down, taking in the common street punk-esque clothing that the amethyst eyed teen had taken to wearing after settling down in the city.
The guy then pulled off the wolf helmet, unleashing a wild mixture of grey, black, and white hair, static cling from the helmet making it go out in every which way; bushy wolf ears poked out between the tangled and mussed hair instead of the normal curve shell of human ear.
This jerk must be what humans of the city called a splicer; a human that willingly has their own genes permanently altered with that of a chosen animal. Yuichi had forced him and the hatchlings to always answer ’yes’ when ask if they spliced, trying to hide the truth behind their dragon features.
The blue/black haired teen didn’t understand why humans do that kind of thing to themselves, its mutilation. Then again, he didn’t understand a lot of what these crazy humans do.
“Aren’t you a bit young to be riding that thing?” Jerk-man asked, nodding at the bike between the increasingly agitated water Draghi’s legs.
“Go fetch!” Kazuo snarled as he slipped on his black bike goggles and took off down the street.
Seconds later, the wolf bastard had ridden up beside him, wordlessly coaxing the young Draghi into a street race with a wiggle of his thin mismatched eyebrows and a smirk, pushing the black visor back down to cover his face.
For the longest time the riders were at neck and neck. They yelled and beeped at by those around them as they sped past, ignoring the rest of the world. Soon there was no more road and they hopped their bikes up to the sidewalks, ticking off street venders and those who had no choice but to quickly to get out of the bikers’ way.
They kept racing ‘til they had reached a construction site, the wolf rider pulling around, causing the young teen to stop before they could collide. They turned off their engines, the wolf-man pulling off his helmet once more.
Panting from the excitement of the sudden bike race, he smiled, well…wolfishly, as he spoke. “You’re pretty good for a kid. I’m Cill, and you are?”
Kazuo scoffed at the wolf-splicer and turned his bike around before turning the engine back on, taking off for home and a definite lecture-rant from that human bitch Rhonda and that asshole Bull, Yuichi, maybe even earning himself a couple whacks upside the head.
“Aw, baby’s shy.” With a full wolf grin on his tanned face as his own bike’s engine was turned on and he zoomed into the other direction to his own home, to get ready for the ‘Briar Patch’ gig that his band was playing later that night.
Cill had no problem looking the kid up for another race. Maybe one with stakes the next time around.
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