Fire + Flame

　 　 　 GREY COULD TELL that bellamy was trying his best to speak normally so he wouldn’t be concerned, which was so much like his lover to do. he tried to be there, tried to soothe his pains as he kept him close and tickled his cheek with soft kisses. at the mention of bell’s mother, he stilled, his fingers lazily stroking along bellamy’s side. “i’m fine,” he said, though his tone of voice was more tired, lethargic. he hadn’t eaten or drank properly in days and it showed in the dullness in his eyes and the paleness of his skin. but right now, he was more worried about bellamy. it wasn’t like he couldn’t walk or find something to eat on his own here. 

“please, i don’t want this to happen again. i don’t want you hurt again,” he reasoned, tightening his hand on bellamy’s hip into a fist. “please promise me you won’t go looking for her.” he knew bellamy better than to act on revenge but he couldn’t allow him to do that. maybe next time, bellamy’s psychotic mother would kill him and grey both. as they lied there, he took his time examining bellamy’s wounds, trying to gauge how bad they were though he knew little about medicine. “if you need anything, let me know, all right? i’ll be here.”

Keeping his eyes on Grey, Bellamy reached up with one hand and touched his man’s face. Let his thumb roll over his cheek softly and felt his scruff against his thumb. Bellamy didn’t actually have any facial hair. Oddly enough his mother kept the sides of his hair cut and his face clean. She would do this one act so carefully but she always had been one to keep herself looking perfect. It wasn’t that much of a surprise that she took care of his looks and then broke his bones in the same day. That actually sort of sumed his mother perfectly. “It’s okay if your not.” Bellamy promised him. Because there was no way Grey was in that tower for six months and just came out fine. They’d been lucky the first time around. Bellamy found him quickly but this was different. This was their luck running out. 

　 　 　 GREY FELT LIKE he had the world again when bellamy kissed him. he leaned into the kiss like a starved animal, his hand trembling as it rested on the nape of his lover’s neck, gently cradling him into the kiss. he had never kissed a man so tenderly like this, not a single elite after bellamy had gone away. when they parted, he was almost out of breath, his eyes glossy with tears. “i’ll be with you however long you want, bell,” he said, helping his lover rest and inching beside him so he could lie by his side. he pressed himself close and tried not to bother his injuries, his arm winding around bellamy where he’d least feel the pain.

as he settled down, he himself found his own body relaxing, finally accepting the comfort of familiarity that bellamy’s presence brought him. it felt like all of their suffering had been worth it for this one precious moment. he waited for bellamy to rest, his hand ticking along his man’s side. “are you okay now?” he asked after a pause. “are you safe? your mother won’t come and get you here, will she?” he didn’t want to ask what horrors bellamy’s mother had done to him, but he needed to know whether or not they were safe here.

Close didn’t seem close enough and Bellamy wrapped his arm around Grey to draw him in nice and tight to his side. Which ached slightly. Not enough for Bellamy to let go or loosen his hold. That seemed far more painful than the dull throb of his side. Which was nearly gone after seconds of having Grey pressed there. “We may just die here then.” He managed a small tease. “I can not imagine getting up at this point.” Bellamy admitted. Every time he’d fallen into an exhausted sleep with his mother, he’d hoped to the gods that he’d wake up in bed next to Grey. That it would all just turn out to be some nightmare but it never happened. Now that he was back in his own bed with Grey, he didn’t want to leave. 

His shoulder did relax against the bed and pain killing affects of whatever the warlock had placed on his skin started to work their magic. Bellamy’s head buzzed slightly as the pain leeched out of his muscles and bones. Out of his heart and mind. He rolled his head to the side when Grey spoke, kissed his forehead. “Yes, I’m alright.” Bellamy promised. It was sort of a lie. He wasn’t alright but he would be. Given time he’d be alright. “And you Grey? Are you okay?” He asked smoothing a hand through his hair. “I do not think so. As a woman we are equal in strength and speed. It is only as dragons that she can do me in.” Bellamy admitted. “And it’s completely illegal to shift in the city so i doubt she’ll come for me. For us and if she does-” He looked away from Grey for a moment. “I’ll kill her.” 

　 　 　 HE FINALLY SMILED when bellamy seemed to muster up enough strength to smile, his hands coming to clasp around the other male’s. he kissed bellamy’s cheek again, his lips lingering there just a moment longer to savor the moment a bit longer. “i know,” he said, scooting onto the bed so he could hold bellamy properly in his arms. he closed his eyes and tried not to let any more tears flow, not wanting to show bellamy just how winded down he felt about all of this. of how much it had affected him though he tried to play it off as if nothing had happened. even now, he had a bruise that was healing on his cheek, and several more abrasions and cuts that were hiding beneath his clothes.

“i missed you, too… you were so strong for me, bell,” he cooed, pressing himself closer to share some of his body warmth with a cold dragon. when he felt that bellamy was more stabilized, he lifted the teacup to his lover’s lips and gently fed him the chamomile tea, hoping the bit of honey he added to it was enough to placate the dragon’s picky taste buds. he had always known bellamy hated his tea, though it would be good for him if he was dehydrated. finally, he leaned forward and kissed bellamy’s, his shoulders relaxing as soon as he felt the familiarity of the feeling wash over him. he kissed him long and slow, not pulling away once for fear of losing him again.

Part of the reason Bellamy was so angry at himself for being away for so long was because of those cuts and abrasions that hide from eye sight. Even in all of this he noticed that bruise. There were more, Bellamy wasn’t a fool. They’d made enemies in this city. People who wanted to hurt Grey and with Bellamy gone, his claim gone, they could. Not only that but cruel men walked these streets. He had no doubts that his Grey had been exposed to such men and it only made Bellamy hold Grey tighter. No one would touch him without Grey’s permission again. Not a soul. Bellamy silently promised him that as they hugged one another. “And you were strong for me, Grey dear.” He mumbled softly back. 

Opening his eyes after a moment, Bellamy took the tea and felt it warm his insides softly. The taste wasn’t so bad actually. Not after months of barely anything but raw meats. The sweetness was a surprise that Bellamy drank down easily, for once. Maybe he really should have been more open to Grey’s teas in the past. This wasn’t so bad. 

Though the taste of Grey’s lips on his own was far better.

Kissing Grey back slowly, Bellamy’s hand found a place on his cheek. Cupping it softy he breathed out. Before they’d been pulled apart the physical part of their relationship had been just as important as ever other part. Not being able to hold Grey when times were tough, or kiss him for so long had been just as hard as not hearing his voice first thing in the morning or late night right before bed. This kiss filled Bellamy up in ways that tea or talking never would. He pressed into Grey and gave him a little more. His longing to make everything better, everything normal, showing before he slowly parted. Not going far. But his back was aching. “Lay with me, please. I can not be without you now.” Bellamy mumbled as he lay back, arms open so Grey could cuddle up to him. 

　 　 　 GREY COULDN’T help but choke a bit on his tears as he gazed upon his bedridden lover, his hand squeezing bellamy’s to transfer his warmth. he had nursed his lover back to health for a myriad of other reasons but this was different. he had bellamy on the brink of death and it hurt him to see bellamy so drained of both strength and his usual character. all he wanted was to see him smile, or even joke about something–anything. he leaned forward, his other hand sweeping back his lover’s hair. “no, no, no,” he assured him softly. “you came back to me. you’re here, you’re safe.” he couldn’t imagine why bellamy would want to apologize to him after he had gone through hell and back for himself.

as they simmered in silence, he kissed the back of bellamy’s hand and wiped the tears that rolled down his cheeks. it felt surreal to be there, feeling bellamy’s hand in his after so long. “i knew you wouldn’t have left,” he said after a while, unable to meet bellamy’s gaze for fear of breaking down. even if everyone had taunted him for being an abandoned stray and an unwanted mutt, grey hadn’t lost sight of bellamy’s love. he had known and believed bellamy would return to him somehow.

“there’s nothing to forgive,” he smiled, leaning over to gently kiss bellamy’s cheek. “can you sit up and drink some tea? you haven’t had anything to drink all day.” 

Nothing had ever made Bellamy feel so empty in the past. Not the passing of his other pets nor the time between loving one from another. Nothing had hollowed him out quite like being torn away from Grey for that half year. He’d known before leaving that Grey was his great love. The rest were good but Grey was different. He’d told grey that. They’d talked about being married if it were possible. Of course they had to settle for this city and the position it put them in. His body ached, his heart felt heavy and yet when Grey kissed the back of his hand, Bellamy felt like he’d been given some sort of pain killer. His hollow body suddenly getting a piece of itself back.  His eyes watered as Grey touched his cheek, wiped shed tears away. “I’d rather die.” Bellamy mumbled as Grey confessed his faith. Bellamy’s heart swelled with his words. If Grey had left him for so long, Bellamy didn’t know what he’d think. Were his mind might wonder. Yet, Grey believed in him this whole time. Maybe thats why he’d been able to make it so far on so little. Grey’s faith alone. Letting out a shaky breath he closed his eyes for a moment. This was going to hurt but laying here hurt a hell of a lot more.  He sat up rather quickly and wrapped his arms around Grey’s shoulders, his forehead falling forward against the side of Grey’s head. “Oh i’ve missed you.” He pushed his lips against Grey’s ear and tightened his arms. “I’ve missed you so much.” Bellamy started to cry again now. “I’m never leaving you again, Grey. Not as long as I have breath in my lungs.” He promised as he carded a hand through his loves hair. “The gobs themselves could not rest you from my arms do you understand?”

Andras had been around long enough to know kindness was a better approach; that being direct and blunt wasn’t always swallowed easily– but he didn’t let that stop him from behaving with arrogance. He didn’t let that stop him from carrying himself however he damn well pleased; he was crude, haughty, selfish, and salacious. Sure, he had his redeeming qualities too but those were hardly any fun to focus on. It was clear as he walked through the corridors, his fingers tapping along the cell bars as he moved, that tonight was not one of the nights where he showed his warmer qualities. 

“You,” he said with a snap of his fingers as he stopped in front of a random cell; leaning against it’s bars as he peered into the darkness at the pet it held. “Come here.” The dragon born could feel eyes on him, possibly from another slave or a fellow master, but he didn’t care. He was bored and, well, he wanted something to play with. “You want out of this cage don’t you? You want to stretch your legs and have a short taste of freedom? Then prove you deserve it.” He challenged simply with a cruel smirk on his lips. “Drop to your knees, here and now and prove that you’re worth renting– or are you bold enough to think I should be the one on my knees for you?”

For as long as possible, Bellamy had kept Grey under his care but he didn’t legally own his pet at the moment and had to return him back to the cells. Which, after fighting for six months to get back to Aeterum, get back to Grey, felt like a nightmare. So, of course, Bellamy had dragged himself up out of bed and gotten himself down to the tower as soon as Grey had left with one of his servants. Bellamy was barely standing, and he wasn’t doing it on his own. He leaned heavily on his cane, and bars of Grey’s cell. He was sleeping. Finally. Bellamy’s head rested against the bars of the cell as he watched over his human.  He must have looked like shit too. His neck chained in away that showed off the new bite mark of a scar he had gotten from his mother. Bellamy’s right arm was bandaged and in a sling, his eyes black, lip ripped open with a nasty wound that ha just started healing. Grey was going to be pissed when he woke up but when Bellamy heard the other dragon-born speaking he knew it was worth it to stand guard. His mismatched eyes slid over to the pet he was speaking too.  “Don’t bother.” Bellamy grumbled. “Men like him are to beaten down by this place.” He mumbled pointing to the shaking thing that the dragon had addressed. “Look for someone who makes eye contact with you when you walk by. They often have their minds more in tact. Unless you prefer a more vaccinate stair. Which, if you do, I really don’t want to know about.” Bellamy huffed as he turned more towards the other dragon. He’d never been a big fan of his own kind but he didn’t know this man and he hadn’t had a lot of contact with anyone for a long time. 

Bellamy Gunner Son Of The Terror In The North

              -> She tied you a kitchen chair,

　 　 　 GREY FOUGHT as violently as he could against the werewolf who held him back, a hundred percent sure now that the beast before him was bellamy. it had to be. bellamy had come back for him somehow. he shielded his face from the falling debris as bellamy lunged forward and curled protectively around him, his trembling hands reaching out to touch the few scales that were left on the dragon’s body. immediately, grey knew something terrible had happened to him and wondered if bellamy’s mother had snatched him away to terrorize him. but right now, he couldn’t ask those questions. right now, he needed to be there for bell. as the dragon shrunk and bellamy–his bellamy–stood before him, grey’s eyes watered up and he couldn’t help but smile through the tears. bellamy was hurt, but he was here. he was here.

he caught bellamy in his arms and quickly shrugged off the coat he was wearing to pull it around the other male’s shoulders, encasing him in the body warmth that was still smeared on the cloth. “i know,” he whispered, cupping his lover’s face to steady him, so bellamy could gaze into his eyes and know he was safe. “i know. i knew you’d come back.” he turned to the bewildered citizens and soldiers in the crowd, urging them to help him. none of them moved until a few soldiers that were cleaning up the damage in the area offered their assistance. he knew they’d take him to the tower where he’d get the medical attention he needed, but grey also knew bellamy needed to be home more than anything right now. “please,” he told the men. “please help him to his place, it’s–it’s not far from here. i can help him, i was–i’m his.” he didn’t specify whether he was bellamy’s pet or otherwise, but the master who could dispute that was most likely dead.

with a bit of persuasion, they helped bellamy to their deserted home, which grey remembered all too well. when masters allowed him outside, he had always passed by it or went out of his way to visit it in hopes that bellamy was back. everything was where grey had left it before bellamy had disappeared and it almost hurt to be back. he laid bellamy carefully on the bed and waited the entire time an witch tended to bellamy’s wounds with both herbs and magic. still, it didn’t seem to be enough, and the doctor left after the soldiers told grey that they’d return him to the tower soon. when everyone had left, he slowly seated himself beside bellamy and held his cold hand between his two. “b-bell,” he swallowed, trying not to burst into tears. he wanted to ask what had happened but he bit back his tongue, knowing the other male needed his rest. “i… do you need anything?” he asked softly. “bandages or… some tea… god, you hated my tea.”

Everything was a blur now. For the last two days since his mother had left him locked up, Bellamy had been driven by one thought. Get back to Grey. It had pulled him through pain and exhaustion but now that he was their. Now that he was touching Grey, hearing him, standing right next to him and actually seeing him, the thought was no longer enough to block everything out. He’d made it. He was back and he was starting to feel what his body had suffered to get here. Bellamy didn’t walk most of the way back to his home. He relied on Grey and the guards that had finally decided that he was worth helping. Either because they recognized him from before or they could see that he was in need. They’d all but dragged him back home. 

Once inside, Bellamy lifted his head for the first time in a while. His house keepers had kept his place clean and the kitchen stalked. After all he paid them once a year for the whole year. He paid them fairly and they were loyal enough to stick around even when it seemed that Bellamy had gone. His eye caught a fresh pot of Lilacs sitting on the coffee table in the middle of the living room. Was he actually home? Or had he died half way back and simply gone to heaven? He winced as a guard pulled him right too hard, too fast. No this wasn’t the after life. 

Upon laying down in bed, Bellamy wheezed. He could hear people speaking over head, smell herds and magic as the witch moved around healing him. He grunted, winced, when his limbs were moved to get at wounds he was laying on. Bruises covered his body and for a long time he just kept his eyes closed. Half asleep, half simply trying not to think of what was happening. It was only once he heard his named being called that his foggy mind was pulled forward. Blinking a few times, Bellamy looked up at Grey. His fingers twitching to hold Grey’s hand a bit tighter, though his grip wasn’t as it had been. “My dearest Grey.” Bellamy’s eyes flooded with tears as he looked up at his human. “My love.” He breathed. “I-No, just this-” His hand twitched to hold Grey’s slightly tighter. Breathing out hard, Bellamy felt his chest shake as tears rolled down his cheeks. “I’m sorry.” He finally got out. “I’m so sorry. It took so long to get back to you, my Grey, I am so sorry.” Bellamy sobbed as he looked up at Grey. “My mother- I- Forgive me, Grey.”

　 　 　 HONESTLY, A dragon diving and crashing into the middle of aeternum city wasn’t exactly an uncommon sight. grey had found himself wanting to be caught in the middle of these disasters sometimes, just so he’d be free. after the council had relinquished him from bellamy’s name and stuffed him back into the tower, grey hadn’t been the same person since. it had taken months for him to finally come to terms that bellamy wasn’t coming back, but even that hadn’t stopped him from worrying. as foolish as it was, he was stubborn about believing that something had happened to bellamy rather than accepting that bellamy had just up and left him. the guards that had shoved him back into his cell had mocked his tragedy, told him he had been naive to think bellamy of all the dragon-borns would stay with one pet for so long. grey had refused to be fazed by their mockery.

but as the months went by, grey had lost some hope. just because he still believed deep down that bellamy was out there didn’t mean he’d return, or made any of the unwanted beatings or fucks any less difficult to endure. he had conveniently forgotten how cruel the elites were after having felt bellamy’s loving touch for too long. the elites that had rented him after bellamy’s disappearance thought him defected because he couldn’t–and wouldn’t–entertain their perverse desires. he wouldn’t look them in the eye or even whimper when they beat him half to death. yet, there never had been a day after bellamy’s absence that some master hadn’t taken an interest in the brooding, dark-haired male. even now, as he was freed to walk the streets of aeternum city, he was accompanying an elite who had pulled some strings to rent him two days in a row. it seemed his lack of response from the pet had egged the elite on to force one out of him.

when the dragon crashed into the building near them and terrorized the citizens fleeing below, grey stood mesmerized by the sight in front of him. he had seen and studied so many dragons before, but this one… he knew those scales. he would be blind to not recognize the very same creature that had saved his life that day when the griffins had attacked. this had to be bellamy. while villagers ran screaming, grey tried to run towards the injured dragon, only to feel a rough hand clasp his wrist. 

his master scorned and yelled that he was insane, but grey honestly couldn’t care less what the cruel man did to him now. the werewolf’s grip on him was bone-crushingly strong, though, but he still jerked against it with all his weight, his gaze trained on the dragon, his lover. “bell!” he yelled at the top of his lungs, his free hand reaching out as if he could almost touch him, though he was being dragged away much faster. “don’t touch him! he’s hurt, don’t touch him!” he shrieked at the soldiers that were rushing in, his eyes already wet with tears.

His mind was like a pile of mush with trama and pain now. He’d been on his way home from seeing Grey’s sisters grave sight. He’d been nearly there when out of no were his mother crashed down on him. Bellamy could feel her crawls sinking into his back her wings pushing him. Now, he assumed she’d been in the city looking for him and had spotted him flying in. He could feel her jaws snap around his neck and he’d tried so hard to get free of her grasp. She’d torn him up, knocked him out and dragged him back to the north. For months... goddamn it months, she’d tried to make him cold again. To take all those things that kept him warm away. Little did she know his fire was with Grey, his heart wasn’t his. She’d never take that away form him. 

Bellamy didn’t know exactly why, but she’d left him for three days, completely alone. He’d taken the chance to flee and come back here. Of course he hadn’t given himself time to heal. He hadn’t eaten in days. Slept in days. He was exhausted and sore but something happened when Grey cried out to him. That mush his brain had become flared back. The call of his love like flint on steal. Sparks snapped forwards and Bellamy pushed himself up. He felt his scales pull and a few fall off but he was almost used to the feeling. His mother had used it as means of torture. Pulling his scales off one by one. Bellamy screeched and snapped his jaws at guards  near by before his eyes landed on the man pulling Grey away from him. 

He didn’t get a warning. Bellamy snapped forward, his jaws crushing the werewolf between massive white teeth. He didn’t even scream. Not before Bellamy twisted his head tossed the elite away. His body, neck, wrapping around Grey protectively as he screamed at anyone that got to close to them. His blue eyes shifted to the man next to him and Bellamy huffed. 

He breathed.

Grey was right their. Right beside him. Bellamy felt his heart pound and then he was crumpling to the ground. His scales falling away, wings twisting into his back and skin replacing thick leather hide. He stood a man. Naked with twisted cuts running along his back, sides and chest. A new scar or large teeth marks panted forever on his neck and patches of scales lay bare with only open skin. “I got back to you.” Bellamy mumbled as he stumbled to Grey, his hand resting on his cheek. “I got back to you, my dearest Grey. My-” Bellamy faltered then, falling forward.

Bellamy’s eyes were like that of a hawks as he noticed the man, his man, his treasure. Down. He dove straight down towards the street. Bellamy wasn’t aware of it but he let out a pained roar as he got closer to the ground. His wings flared out suddenly as he went in for the landing. His right wing had a large rip in the membrane which ripped even more as he slowed himself down with another dragons screech. His body twisted as he pulled his wing into protect it. In a desperate attempt not to just hit the ground, Bellamy’s feet latched on to a building and crushed its bricks under his claws. He struggled and flapped once more as he tried to get a grip on a tree near by. Nothing slowed him and he tumbled head long into the ground. 

Panting, pained growled coming from the large lizard on the ground, Bellamy’s eyes flicked up the street. A few guards stood around him. Around Grey. He struggled to get himself back up, his muscles week from the long flight under such pain. The street was torn up and people screamed to flee the area. Bellamy couldn’t give them a moment because he was stuck just looking. Just looking at Grey. As if he was magic. 

Another pained screech left Bellamy, loud and long and different from the last one. This was not from a physical pain. It was all mental. It was a longing deep down that he hadn’t ever known before spending half a year away from his heart. From his fire. His eyes closed again and cried out. He didn’t completely have control over his shift at the moment, he was stuck as a beast but he needed him. He needed Grey. Willing his body forward, Bellamy tried to pull himself upwards only to have some of the bricks from the building he’d latched on to before falling come lose. They hit his hurt wing, and side making him topple over as city guards rushed forward to investigate everything that had just gone on. All the while Bellamy’s eyes stayed on Grey. He had to know him. He had to.  He had to...