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Dragon Fire: 3 PruCan

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When Gilbert awoke the first thing he registered was that he hurt. A lot. Everywhere. His head and chest seemed to be where most of the pain centered as a took a mental evaluation of his body.

‘What the Hell happened?’ the pale knight thought as he tried to recall what had happened to bring him to this sorry state. He had traveled to the village and had set out on his mission. He followed a trail that led to a clearing. The image of a massive beast with murder in its violet eyes suddenly flashed across his memory.

Panicked, the albino moved to sit up, but pain tore through his body like fire making him fall back instantly. His breath coming in small pants.

“You have to lie still or you’ll aggravate your ribs,” a gentle voice said and the most beautiful face the knight had ever seen came into his hazy field of vision. Pale shoulder length blonde hair framed a soft round face. Pale pink lips were drawn tight with concern that reflected in the most gorgeous amethyst eyes. When those jewel like eyes connected with his own the knight felt a surge of electricity course through his entire body and he felt as if his heart would burst from his chest.

“I must be dead,” the ruby eyed knight rasped from lack of use and his throat felt extremely dry.

“W-what makes you say that?” the beauty asked softly. Those amazing eyes full of worry and confusion.

“Because only an angel could be as beautiful as you, liebling,” the knight said with a slight grin as those violet eyes widened and a pale blush colored the cheeks beneath them. The angel pulled back quickly escaping Gilbert’s line of vision.

“I...I’m no angel. I’m more like a monster,” the beautiful one said with sadness lacing each word. The albino opened his mouth to protest, but was stopped when he heard someone else enter the room.

“Ah, Matthew, there you are. How is our patient today?” a deeper masculine voice asked just as another face appeared before Gilbert. His ruby eyes grew wide as he took in the other man’s face. More accurately the massive eyebrows set above the man’s bright green eyes.

“Eyebrows,” the silver haired man murmured without thought. This instantly made the other man scowl darkly and disappear from his line of sight.

“Always my damn eyebrows. They are not that large,” the angry man muttered the sound of his angry foot falls indicating that he had left the bedside.

A soft chuckle like the chime of a bell sounded to the prone man’s right. Turning his head gingerly he found his angel sitting on a stool next to the bed he was lying on. The small smile that spread upon that lovely face made the injured man’s heart flutter.

“Matthew? That’s your name? I suits you,” Gilbert asked drawing the beautiful man’s attention. The happy light in the blonde’s eyes dimmed to one of guilt and his smile fell.

“Yes,” was all the response the violet eyed man offered and that bugged the albino.

“That sad look does not suit you. Angels should never be sad,”

“I already told you that I am not an angel,” Matthew said coolly as he rose from his seat. “Arthur is mixing your medicine. I’ll go and fetch you some water,”

With that the lovely blonde disappeared from sight and was replaced by the other man, who Gilbert figured must be Arthur.

“All right, lad, we’re going to have to sit you up so I can change your bandages. I’ll also check to see if my elixirs and balms are doing their jobs,” the bushy browed man said as he slid a bracing arm beneath the knight’s shoulders. Bracing against the pain the silver haired man slowly sat up. His breathing was slightly erratic as he fought through the agony he was in.

“Matthew will be back shortly with water so we can give you something for the pain. Try to bare with me. I’ll be as quick as I can,” the green eyed man said reassuringly as he set to work removing the bandage around the knights head.

Now that he was upright and a bit more coherent Gilbert took in his surroundings. He found he was in what appeared to be a small  inner chamber of a cave. He faced the entrance of the chamber and noticed many sconces attached to the wall as the only source of light. The bed he was in was large and sat in the center of the room. It seemed to be the only item in the large space other than a small table to the right of the bed. The table was covered in herbs, bottle, and other such paraphernalia.

“How long have I been out? Where am I?” the injured knight asked as he felt Arthur probe the back of his head and sucked a sharp breath through his teeth.

“You’ve been unconscious for ten days. Some of that was my doing to stabilize you after Matthew found you,” the smaller man explained.

“He found me?” the knight asked in confusion. Why hadn’t the dragon finished him off?

“Yes, lad and it’s a lucky thing too. You were lying in the clearing outside our home. Now brace yourself. I have to rub some balm onto this head wound and it is going to hurt,” the sandy blonde said barely giving Gilbert time to brace before pressing on his injured flesh. A small cry of pain escaped the albino as the balm was applied and burned slightly.

“Verdammt,” the pale knight cursed. “Why is it that you live in a cave?”

The green eyed man hesitated for but a moment before he began to re-wrap the knight’s head.

“Our family would not be welcome in any village. We’re a bit abnormal for most people’s sensibilities,”

“Abnormal?” the albino queried as the other man finished wrapping his head and then he felt the bandages around his ribs loosen.

“Yes, well I’m a wizard which in and of itself is not strange. However, I have a rather...harsh reputation. Matthew and his brother, Alfred, are…well not exactly human,” Arthur explained as he began applying balm to the injured man’s ribs. Gilbert opened his mouth to ask what the other men could possibly be, but snapped it shut when he saw Matthew return.

Now that he could see all of the blonde, the albino was even more convinced he was an angel. Those he was clothed in baggy tan trousers and a loose white shirt, Gilbert could tell Matthew’s body was lean. His lithe form moved with other worldly grace on legs that went for miles and feet that were bare. The knight judged that if he were to stand he would be the same height if not a hair taller than the man he was currently infatuated with.

The injured man stared unabashedly at his angel as he approached and handed him a cup of water.

“Thank you, Angel,” the albino said with a wink as accepted the glass.

“I’ve told you twice now that I am not an angel,” the lemon blonde said with an icy edge, yet his eyes betrayed his words. They became a dark melancholy plum hue.

“Lift your arms slightly, lad. I need to wrap your ribs,” Arthur directed and Gilbert complied. “Matthew, be a dear and mix some of the powder in my mortar into his drink. It will help with the pain,”

The graceful young man swiftly took the knights drink and did as instructed. He returned moments later offering the glass to the older man. The albino accepted the beverage, but made sure to caress the blonde fingers. The slight blush that dusted his pale skin was utterly adorable to the knight. Gilbert took a tentative sip of the beverage and found it had a pleasant honey flavor. He began to swallow it greedily.

“You’ll need to drink the entire glass. The mixture will lessen the pain, but will also put you to sleep,”  the green eyed man explained as he finished his care and took the glass. “You can lay back now,”

Gingerly, the injured man lay back into the plush mattress beneath him. His eyes never once having left Matthew. Making the younger man shift uncomfortably.

“Will you still be here when I wake up?” Gilbert asked with a teasing twinkle in his eyes as his eyelids grew heavy. The pale blonde rolled his eyes.

“Yes,” he said curtly and moved to leave the room.

“Gilbert,” Matthew paused and looked back at the albino.

“What?” he queried.

“Gilbert. It’s my awesome name. Thought you should know,” the knight explained as his eyes drifted shut. The tiniest of smiles crept onto Matthew’s face as he looked at the sleeping man.

“Gilbert,” he said and liked how the name rolled off his tongue.
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That evening Matthew sat at the mouth of the cave staring up at the starry sky. His mind was a whirlwind of conflicting thoughts and emotions. He had gotten so lost in his own head that he didn’t notice when Alfred approached him.

“Piece of gold for your thoughts,” the wheat blonde asked as he carefully lowered himself to sit next to his brother. His swollen midsection making the task rather difficult and he grunted in discomfort. The lemon blonde drew his knees up to his chest and wrapped his arms around his legs. He looked dejectedly at his sibling.

“I’m sorry you have to stay in human form and sneak around the cave,” the young man said sadly.

“It’s okay, bro. Not like it’s going to kill me,” the cheery man said and placed a friendly hand on the smaller man’s shoulder.

“This is all such a mess,” Matthew said with a groan as he pressed his face into his hands.

“It’s not as bad as you think, Matt. In a couple more weeks he’ll be out of our scales,” the azure eyed man said with a casual wave of his hand.

“I don’t think it’s going to be that simple, Al,” the defeated blonde said while he shook his head in despair. Alfred looked at his brother with a mix of confusion and worry in his blue eyes.

“What makes you say that, Mattie?”

“Al, I think…I think that the knight, Gilbert,” Matthew swallowed down the lump in his throat. “I think we may have imprinted on each other,”

The blue eyed blonde jerked back like he’d been slapped. That was the last thing he had ever expected his brother to say. Dragons only imprinted when they had found their life-mate. The ash blonde knew first hand about imprinting and if Matthew had imprinted then things just got a whole lot more complicated.

“Are...Are you sure?” Alfred stuttered his eyes blown wide in surprise.

“Well I don’t know, Al. I’ve never imprinted before,” the irritated man snapped with a glower.

“Oh...Right...Sorry. Well tell me what happened,” the honey blonde said sheepishly and rested his hands on top of his rounded mid section.

“When he woke up and our eyes met it was like...it was like electricity coursed through my veins. I couldn’t breath. I couldn’t think. I felt like my heart was going to beat it’s way out of my ribcage. I had this weird feeling of completeness,” Matthew said wistfully as a sweet smile graced his lips and his violet eyes glossed over dreamily.

“Oh, you’ve got it bad,” Alfred chuckled as he looked at his lovestruck brother. The happy look quickly melted from the other man’s face as he turned an angry gaze onto his sibling.

“This is no joke, Al. He tried to kill me when we first met and I damn near killed him. He is a knight and I am a dragon,” the lemon blonde buried his face into his knees. “It will never work out,”

The azure eyed blonde shifted closer to his brother and wrapped a comforting arm around his shoulder.

“We’ll figure this out. Don’t give up without trying first. It was no picnic for me and Artie. Love takes work,” the honey blonde gave Matthew a loving squeeze. “Don’t worry, Mattie. Arthur and I will be here to help you,”

Slowly, the periwinkle eyed man lifted his head and gave the other man the tiniest of hopeful smiles.

“Thanks, Alfie. You know somedays I’m actually happy you’re my brother,” Matthew said teasingly.

“Rude,” Alfred said and shoved his brother off of the rock they were sitting on.
Happy Birthday, Matthew!!!!! O Canada! Happy Canadian Independence Day! I honor of our fav blonde I present another chapter. Things are picking up, but I'm aggravated the chapter is a wee bit short. C'est le vie.

Also, I have a new nephew who will share his birthday with our fav Canadian! I tried to convince his mom to name him Matthew, but was out voted. Damn...

Anyway, enjoy! I own nothing and comments/favs feed my soul.
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kittykatrocks12's avatar
Poor Matthew. Being called an angel an yet he doesn't feel like one

Like everyone else I Love the scene at the end with the brothers