Of Dragons and Destinies

Of Dragons and Destinies
By NikolasGraye and AveryArgent

NOTE: All Characters are our own creation. Any resemblances to any other stories are purely coincidental.

WARNING: This story is SLASH!!! There is homosexual relationships between the characters, so if that bothers you, DON’T READ IT!!!!

This was a collaborative story between my friend and myself. We’ve been working on it for quite some time even though we only have a bit. I’ll be posting up the chapters that we have periodically. Don’t want to give y’all everything at once! The first few chapters alternate P.O.V.’s between the two main characters, Nikolas and Avery. Hope ya enjoy it!

If you’d like to contact me about the story, or have any other questions, comments, complaints, feel free to email me at chaoticbalance0@hotmail.com.

Chapter 1

Nikolas



I always knew I was different. You’ve heard that so many times, it hurts to hear it one more time, but it’s the truth. It’s probably better of me to say I always thought I was different. Until a few years ago, I guess I didn’t really know. Speculation is one of the many evils of this world. Fate keeps us guessing yet even when we think we figured it all out it still has new surprises for us. My life was no different, and probably neither is yours.

Anyway, I had grown up just like anyone else. I never really considered myself a “special” child, just very ordinary. Of course, evidence of the powers I had never really seemed out of the ordinary to me. When I was very small, I thought it was great fun to wish for something across the room, and then have it float over to me within seconds. Did I know this was telekinesis? Of course not. I was just a baby. I just do whatever makes me giggle and drool all over the place. Those powers constantly got me in trouble during the school years, and It was any different now.

The night was young. I had taken a nap during the day, because the late nights were always the ones where I got the most money. I walked down the sidewalk, reveling in the early spring air. It held that hint of warmth yet to come, yet was still chilly enough to wear a winter coat, although it didn\'t need to be zippered.

My shoulder length white-blonde hair hung loose around my face, curling around me as a spring breeze blew. I wore a short-sleeved blue t-shirt that was small enough to show off the slight, upper-body muscle that my body had. My pants, black leather, clung to my body in all the right places, showing off my ass to those who chose to look. The jacket I wore, just a simple, blue spring jacket, was held in my hands, as tonight was unnaturally warm.

The people walking down the street were the normal crowd. Singers playing guitars with their cases open for money, women prostitutes standing on street corners, wearing just enough clothing to be morally decent. Those folks who weren\'t out to sell their wares mostly ignored us all. They averted eyes, said \"No thanks\", or just kept on walking like they were the only ones on the sidewalk.
I took my normal spot on the street, on a bench located by a weeping willow tree that seemed to be eternally in bloom. I sat in no particular manner, just lazily, like I was waiting for someone that I thought would never come. I never had to do anything special to get a job, everyone knew who I was. The few friends that I had when I first started living on my own either deserted me when I had to do the only thing I knew how, or disappeared themselves. It was a tough life, like I\'m sure anyone and everyone knows. But when your parents kick you out, and you\'ve only got a 10th grade education, its tough to try and find a good job. This is all we have left.

I watched my normal “client” pull up on the other side of the street. He came a couple of times a week, and paid better than anyone else I had ever worked with. He drove a black BMW that was equipped with the best stereo system I’ve ever seen, as well as having a completely leather interior. He parked in front of the “No Parking” sign, like usual. I walked over to the car door, opened it, and climbed in. In the driver’s seat sat my normal “client”. Middle-aged looking, with a full head of short, black hair, and emerald green eyes. He was taller than he looked when sitting, actually reaching a height of almost six and a half feet. He had a muscular body, and was really rather handsome. Even his name sounded rather mysterious and alluring; Gelin. Not someone you’d expect to be driving around the streets picking up eighteen-year olds like myself.

“Hey.” He spoke first, clearly trying to break the silence that held the car in its grasp. His voice was deep, resonating through the car. It was the kind of voice that made you want to lean into him and kiss him deeply. It was seduction turned to echoes. It was a tantalizing sound that drew you in and didn’t let you go.

“Haven’t seen you around in a while. Where’ve you been?” I asked simply. It was the truth. I hadn’t seen him in almost two weeks, and I was suffering.

“I had some stuff to take care of. I’m sorry. You sound like you almost cared about me. Not that you wanted my money, but almost like you had true feelings for me.” He smiled, flashing pearly white teeth at me.

“Don’t get cocky.” I said, but had to try hard to hide the smile snaking across my lips.
He pulled into the street suddenly, the car reaching sixty miles per hour quicker than should be legal. We took off through the deserted back streets and alleys towards his house, where we always went. Being not all that far away, we reached his house in a few minutes, Gelin pulling sharply into his long driveway.

The house, an old Victorian, stood against the dark sky, a monolith of ages past among the skyscrapers and hotels of modern day society. I had known about the house long before I ever knew Gelin. I was surprised the first night I met him, and he drove me back here. I can remember that night like it was 5 minutes ago. He picked me up, with no introductions, brought me back to the house, and took me savagely. I just remember blacking out halfway through, and waking up on my bench, with a hundred dollars in my pocket. Not only did I hurt all over, but I also felt incredibly tired, like I was completely drained, mind and body. It was almost like all that energy my “powers” gave me was sapped, drawn into another vessel. An interesting thought and not one I cared to give any more thought to.

Snapping back to reality, I followed behind him to the front door. He unlocked it and ushered me in, like a gentleman, as always. I made my way up to the bedroom by myself, while he fixed some drinks. It was a steady routine between the two of us. I got ready, he made drinks. I played the submissive, and he ravished me as many times as he wanted. It could be worse; the sex could be bad.
I turned the doorknob and walked into the bedroom. Candles were already set up around the room. Fresh ones since the last time I was here. The each had their own individual candle holder, and sat in random places around the room. The candles were pink, smelling of rose petals and something fainter that I couldn’t quite place. It didn’t matter. He knew roses were my favorite and had no qualms about spoiling me. Behind the smell of the roses, I could even feel something different about the room. It was something that was always there, but seemed different each time I came here. I still haven’t figured out what it is.

By the time I had lit all the candles and gotten rid of my jacket and shoes, he had quietly slipped into the room and sat in his chair by the bay window. Usually he made noise so I knew he was there, but tonight something was different. I couldn’t tell what, but I knew something was going to stray from the norm. I went to say something, I’m not sure what, but he moved with supernatural speed and placed his fingers on my lips, my voice catching in my throat.

I gently kissed his fingers, being rewarded with a growl from him. I moved his arms away from my body and pressed my face against his throat, nibbling and sucking my way down to the first button on his shirt. Nimbly, I unbuttoned the buttons and shirt slid away from his chest, revealing perfectly smooth skin, and chiseled muscles to boot. This was the kind of man that some people only dream about.

The shirt dropped from his shoulders to the floor all in one fluid motion. I licked my way down his perfect chest, down his abs, and then reached his belt. I reached to undo it, but he stopped me.
“Not tonight. Tonight I want you all to myself, no more foreplay.”

I looked up at him, grinning, before he literally swept me off my feet, and laid me down on the bed. He pulled my shirt off, nearly ripping it in half with his powerful hands. Undoing the button on my pants, he slid those down as well, taking my cotton boxers with them.

I laid underneath him, completely nude, for what seemed like forever, before he finally undid his own pants and revealed himself in all his glory. And let me tell you, it was definitely glorious.
He suddenly dipped down and I felt his smooth tongue against my hardness. I nearly came right there. This was the kind of experience I didn’t usually have with him. He slid me entirely into his mouth, gently sucking and swirling his tongue with gentle motions. It took all my will power not to release into his mouth, but I was sure he had more planned. That feeling in the room intensified now, like a great pressure threatening to crush me. He didn’t seem to feel anything, yet I couldn’t ignore it.
He suddenly released me and flipped me over. Now I knew what was coming. I felt a gentle pressure before I felt his finger plunge inside me, loosening me for what was the inevitable end. Another finger, then a third. The pain was almost unbearable, but it felt so good. He slid his fingers out, and I felt another pressure against me. Before I could process my thoughts, his own arousal slid inside me. It felt like I was on fire, but it felt incredible at the same time. With slow gyration, he pumped in and out of me, drawing out the pleasure so that I wanted to scream for more. That feeling rose to new heights, the room seeming to pulse with it. I felt I couldn’t keep silent any longer, not after this performance. I started moaning, with pain as well as pleasure. Gelin started to move faster now, thrusting harder, more furiously. I felt his muscles clench at the same time as my own, and as soon as it started, we came and it was over. I felt him slide out of me gently, not wanting to abuse my body any more than he already had. As soon as he was fully out, the pressure in the room dropped. Suddenly, dizziness struck me with a hammer blow. I tried to stand, but I tipped over. Again, that feeling of being totally drained came over me, just like the first night. I turned to face Gelin, not being able to speak, but my facial expression speaking volumes.

Help me, my mind cried.

I reached out a hand to him, but to no avail. The last thing I saw before darkness overcame me was the utter satisfaction and accomplishment shining through on his angelic face.




I woke up on my normal bench, with the normal payment, and the normal feeling of lethargy. It all seemed so normal, but the feeling in that room wasn’t. I hadn’t ever felt that before. My powers let me see weird things sometimes, but I’ve never, in all my life, felt something as alien and uncomfortable as that. It was almost like he purposely planted something in the room to make me feel what I did. I didn’t think I could see him anymore. The guy was happy when I collapsed on his floor, damn it, and didn’t even attempt to help me. Then a thought struck me like a mallet.

The candles. He must’ve put some kind of fragrant drug in the candles. It seemed absurd, but it was the only thing I could come up with. Gelin gave off no signs of having any powers like my own. God, he was almost as normal as Joe Shmoe next door. But something was wrong. I didn’t dwell on it long. I had the money, and I was still alive. That’s all I needed now. It was just another day.