The Scar of the Dragon (Youtubers AU)

Chapter 2

The small cabin on the mountain side has always been an excellent place for them to advertise their passion for dragon domestication. Granted, only the oddest and bravest of humans would be raising their burn hands to the challenge of raising a dragon, but that's fine. Those types were usually the best to be to handle the huge responsibility of the fiercely loyal but incredibly dangerous pets. Even if you were to get them de-flamed, there were still strong claws and razor sharp teeth to be dealing with when your dragon got scared or angry. Then again, if having a dragon was simple, you wouldn't need a dragon tamer, and Ethan and Tyler are two of the best in the business.

Ethan is the more hands on part of the pair, and is gifted in soothing the upset creatures and teaching them to learn and to trust. Tyler took care of more of the heavy lifting and burning collateral damage. Together they have quite a stellar reputation and even now, were helping get a feisty redbeak to stop snapping at the new family baby.

The little dragon grunts in the back yard area as the dark sky sparkles with it seems like millions of tiny stars, with dark crimson eyes looking back to the little cabin, wishing that it was morning so that the smaller of the two men could play with him again. The small clawed feet pawed at it's water bowl and knocking it over, little puffs of black smoke billowing out of large nostrils as it pouts.

Tyler reaches over to the smaller man and pulls him closer as they sleep. Ethan barely stirs out of his dreams, with snores falling out of his wide opened mouth. The longer nose of the other man nuzzles the slender neck, the large hands finding a new resting spot on Ethan's naked chest and hip as he begins to kiss him down the shell of his right ear. The younger man mumbles, with his little toes flexing at the feeling of warmth hit his flat belly as the slightest hint of arousal fills the stale air.

The shallow basin drips with last night's dishes of roasted goat and red wine, and Tyler yawns as he hears the dripping sound of the sink. It reminds him that Ethan forgot to clean up after he had cooked, but it didn't matter. As long as they were warm and safe and loved each other then the dishes could always be pushed away for a later time. He moves just the slightest bit to brush against his lover's hardened length, and smiles when Ethan opens up his hazel eyes and turns just enough to catch the narrow lips.

"You're too sleepy babe," Tyler whispers once their lips part. "I know we've had a busy day training that little one. Just go back to sleep."

The other man shakes his head no, small fingers pulling back the larger hand to his inner thighs. He grunts that he's fine and they start to kiss again, Tyler moving lips down to the collar bone and small nipples. A fluttering sigh leaves Ethan's small mouth as his lover move further down. Thin fingers move through the wavy brown hair as the older man lingers on soft pecks around the other's belly button, earning a giggle for the sensation.

The small thighs open and another gasps as his lips circle the tip of his length. As if like new fallen snow tender and delicate licks float down to the sensitive skin, and the small mouth stretches while heat grows in his belly. The warmth increasing up into his thin legs to the inside of his thighs, until it is too much and Ethan cries out.

"Ow...stop, Ty...it hurts...not so rough."

Tyler raises his dark brown eyes, confused and alarmed as Ethan continues to scream. The small hands are pushing the larger man away, and then grabbing painfully at his own inner thigh. It's only when Tyler moves away the thick blankets of their bed that he is able to see what's actually wrong. Black, and deeply embedded in the fleshy part of his beloved's right thigh is the unmistakable curving scar of a dragon.

"Shit!" Tyler screams, grabbing a hold of Ethan in his arms and racing him towards the bathing room, his heart pounding as Ethan continues to scream. He places him into the tub and begins to head to the medicine area for herbs to place on the wound. It helps that they are so used to dealing with cuts and scrapes from dragoons all of the time, so they are always prepared. Ethan groans, teeth gritted while Tyler spreads smooth cream on the blacken area of skin, hazel eyes streaming with tears.

"It hurts," he squeaks. "It shouldn't hurt this much."

Tyler bites his lower lip while he moves towards the kitchen to boil some water to start a medicinal bath. He isn't going to frighten Ethan more than he needs to until he knows for sure, but if the bath water turns a dark purple color, they aren't dealing with just a scar, but a terrible mission, and a curse if they fail.