Date: Mon, 27 Oct 2014 23:37:03 +1000
From: Addisyn Draco Batchelor <addisyn.draco@gmail.com>
Subject: Ok. 20

This story is a work of fiction. any similarities are completely
coincidental. 'Ok.' contains love and sex between teenage boys. Any mention
of celebrities or characters from tv is not an assumption of their
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same. It also contains some coarse language, just coz it's hard to write
naturally without writing the way I speak. Overall I'd rate it M for mature
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Dragons.

"Tho, ere ar e gon firt?" Dyl tries to ask through the huge chunk of
hamburger he'd just bitten off. Luckily, I speaks fluent 'Burgerese', and
was able to decipher it.

"Well, I kinda want to visit the Museum of Medieval Stockholm. But that's
just me. How bout you Ax?"

"I dunno. Whatever my new fiancé wants, I guess." I'm never gonna
get sick of this boy making me blush. It's thrilling. And a little, um,
physically stimulating. He looks at me like he knows it too.

"Well, Dyl, that's what we're doing. You've got a date! Ulrik will come
pick you up in about an hour." He looked at me like he had totally
forgotten he's gonna meet the boy of his dreams. It was priceless.

"What!? Why didn't you tell me!? I probably look like shit!" He yells,
drawing more attention than he meant to. He whispers, "Sorry, but what do I
do? I don't even have anything good enough!"

This is when Ax pipes up. "Don't worry. You're part witch now! You can wear
anything you want, just concentrate and it'll happen."

"Bullshit. It can't be that easy, can it?" He says, suspicion evident in
his voice.

"Seriously, I thought the same thing. It's even easier than it sounds." I
say, as I change from the jeans/t-shirt combo I was wearing, to a cosy
winter outfit. He almost passes out. I mean, he's seen it before, and I'm
sure he's tried it. Guess he's a little absent, seeing as Ulrik will be
here soon.

"That's wicked! Let me try." And he does. He ends up in a similar winter
outfit with a cute little beanie. "Good idea, dressing for the
weather. Poor Ax is gonna freeze in that skimpy costume." Dyl teases,
getting a death glare that could freeze your blood, from Ax. I couldn't
contain myself, I was rolling on the floor laughing. By the time I'd
regained my composure, Ax was wearing appropriate clothing for Sweden's
near frigid temperatures.

"That's better. Though I would have shared mine with you..." I flirt,
shamelessly. Yes! I got a blush too. I think we must be even.

"Quiet you, or I might have to punish you."

*Promise?* The sound of my voice in his head startles him, shockingly. I
mean, of all people that should be used to it, it's Ax. He goes a deep
shade of crimson, and tries to change the subject.

"So what's the big deal about Ulrik anyway? I've barely even heard of him,
besides what Obi's told me." Ax asks. This begins a half hour lecture from
Dyl and I about the fantastic things about Ulrik. By the time we were done,
Ax could tell us what he ate for breakfast this time last year.

"Ok. So he's pretty amazing. Is he tall, blonde and thin? Kinda retro
style?"

"YEAH" Dyl and I both yell.

"Well, then he's over there.." Ax says with a smirk. Dyl almost breaks his
neck trying to get a look, then almost broke a leg trying to run away. I
stopped him with a little 'freezing' spell I'd picked up, and he gave up on
running and sat down. Poor boy, he was shaking like a leaf when Ulrik came
up to our table.

"Hej Toby! Hur mår du?" Ulrik asks. He knows I love it when he
speaks Swedish.

"Bra tack. This is my fiance, Axyl, and our friend Dylin." I replied,
switching to English so Dyl didn't get lost.

"Hey Axyl, Dylin. Nice meeting you." Dyl breathes a slight sigh of relief
hearing his distant love speak English. We all sit around chatting for a
while when Ulrik says that his reservations were in 30 minutes, so he and
Dyl would have to get going. We say our goodbyes, for
appearances. Telepathically, Ax and I teased Dyl mercilessly. With evil
smiles on our face. He just smiled back and shocked us both by getting into
both of our heads,

*Don't you two get arrested at the museum! That's all we need. I'll call
you if I'll be sleeping over* He taunts, poking his tongue out for
emphasis. We try to hold our laughter in, so as not to attract the
attention of the mere mortals. It didn't work for long, because we were
just about pissing ourselves laughing by the time the got out of the
door. That's when Ax turn to me, and looked at me seriously.

"We aren't actually going to that museum, right? I can't imagine anything
more boring..."

"Are you kidding? Of course not! I've got something totally different to
show you." I mysteriously tell him. I know he hates it when I surprise him,
but tough. He's gonna have to get used to it.

"Good. But it better not be an impromptu wedding."

"Fuck, that's a good idea..." I say, waiting for a reaction. I get a punch
on the arm and a glare that warned me not to even consider it. We finish up
our breakfast... Lunch? Fuck, I'm still not adjusted to this time
zone. Anyway, we went outside and found the limo I booked this morning
waiting for us. Ax doesn't say a word, just smiles. I think he's beginning
to develop a limo fetish... I tell the driver to take us 'somewhere open
and far away'. Ax looks and me, puzzled by the last thing.

"Far away? Where are we going?" I don't say a thing, I just sit there,
looking for two champagne glasses. I pour us a glass each, and cuddle up my
boy. He melts at my touch, and doesn't ask any more questions. We drive for
about an hour before the driver pulls over and asks if it was a suitable
spot. It was, so I pay him and give him an extra tip to come back in four
hours or so. When he drive off, I take Ax's hand and lead him into the
green field in front of us. We lie down in the grass and look at the
clouds. I gaze into the sky, and absent mindedly say,

"The sky's full of dragons today..."

"What?"

"Dragons! The sky is full of them. Look." I say, as I point to a whispy
looking cloud directly above us.

"I think that looks like a duck." Ax says, making me giggle.

"What would a duck be doing near a flock of dragons? All I see in the
clouds is dragons. They're all I've ever seen." I say. Ax looks at me,
seemingly shocked. "What?"

"You only see dragons in the sky, and your last name is Drake. That is a
shortened version of Draco, the Latin word for dragon. I think you might be
a dragon master." He says. I almost bust out laughing.

"Dragon master? Where did you hear that?"

"When I was a boy. It was a fairy tale we were told. They said the dragons
were made from clouds, by the dragon master. His bloodline is said to also
have that power, but it has never been seen before." Ax says, almost
seeming excited. Then, for reasons I still cannot explain, I stood up and
spread my arms out, focusing on the whispy cloud I saw earlier. It began to
form a tornado-looking thing, then flew towards me. Before the cloud could
envelop me, its hifted form and started to grow scales. The whole process
took about 20 seconds, and then I had a dragon the size of a Great Dane
sitting in front of me. Ax was looking at him, and I saw tears in his eyes.

"What's wrong babe?" I ask, worried. Why wouldn't I be? I just transformed
a cloud into a, what I once thought was, a fictitious beast, and he's
crying!

"Nothing! Nothing at all babe. I just never thought I'd ever see a
dragon. I'd convinced myself that they weren't real! And there's on
standing right in front of me!"

"I know, right. Trippy." Yeah. I'm sure I could have come up with something
more enlightening, but I didn't really see the need.

"What are you going to name him?" Ax asks. Honestly the last thing Iwas
thinking about. I was more worried about where I was gonna put him! They
don't really have a 'dragon policy' at...any hotel, and I cant just go
walking through with him on a leash.

"I don't know.... Actually, I do. Smerg."

"Smaug? Isn't that from the Hobbit? It's your first dragon, the first
dragon in centuries, and you're naming him after the dragon from the
Hobbit?"

"Oh, God no! It's from the Never Ending Story. Bastian names the dragon
that he wished for 'Smerg.' So I'll do the same thing." I say, grinning ear
to ear. I've got a pet dragon. "Do you think he speaks Swedish? He is made
from Swedish clouds."

"I don't know, ask him!" Ax says.

"Smerg, talar du svensk?" I ask. Smerg looks straight at me, and I swear he
smiled. Well, that's what I thought, until a fireball came hurtling out of
his mouth.

"That could be problematic..." Ax says, stating the obvious. Then I had an
idea. I asked Smerg to go home and I'd call him back, hoping we could avoid
the drama involved in carting a dragon around a city. He did as he was
told, and flew up to rejoin the clouds.

"Do you think he'll be back?" Ax asks.

"I know he'll be back." I look at the time at about the time our limo
returned. We talked and talked about Smerg, then Ax said he wanted a
dragon.

"On your birthday, I promise." I say. I mean, who can say 'I got my fiance
a dragon for his birthday.' Though, then again, I'm pretty sure I'd reel in
the moon if he wanted a closer look at it.

When we got back to our room, it was night, about 8:30.. Dyl still hadn't
gotten back, so the assumption was that he got lucky. We ordered room
service, treating ourselves with as much junk as possible. We deserved it,
I mean, we witnessed the rebirth of a species no-one knew actually
existed. And creating a dragon from a cloud takes a lot ouf you. All in a
regular day, I guess. Someone has to do it.

Our meals came in record time, and they were eaten quicker. We spent the
rest of the night laid back on our bed; talking, kissing, touching. Just
general appreciation of eachother, in every way possible. We drifted of to
sleep, oblivious and ignorant to the fact that our lives would be quite a
bit more complicated the next day...