Dragon Hunter

I'll do what's right

They didn't let him know if the knights and soldiers had survived.
Instead he was granted leave for a few days and told to go home.

And while he wanted to know what had happened, if the mission had cost them anymore sacrifices, the thought of seeing his lovers was too tempting to risk the king changing his mind last minute.

He tried to leave it behind, the blood, the dead boy, the dragons, but the baby was still hunting his thoughts.

What if they weren't born as monsters?
What if they were simply raised to become monsters?
Was that what the riders did?
Where they the real monsters - the true villains?
But dragons had already been a problem before, hadn't they?

Not nearly as bad, though.

What if the riders really trained the dragons to become more aggressive?
How could they be stopped?

He didn't manage to shake off the thoughts until the sun stood low and he arrived at the village.

Familiar faces greeted him, a few asking why he was back so soon but he didn't stop to explain.
He wanted to go home.

The house at the end of the village.

He brought his horse into the small stables. Someone had repainted the front door in his absence. The chapped dark brown paint had been replaced by a smooth green.
Roman couldn't help but smile.
It was a good choice of colour.

The house itself was empty.

Roman wandered from room to room until he found a note on the kitchen table.

'Vi and I went to the market. Will be back soon!'

Patton's curvy handwriting read.

The note was undoubtedly meant for Logan who sometimes had to stay at school till evening.

Roman set the note down.
He had left most of his stuff at the castle since he'd have to return in just a few days, so now he didn't really have anything to unpack.
With nothing better to do he pulled on his coat and headed towards the small local school.
If he was correct Logan should come home soon and he wanted to see the other as soon as possible.

There were a few children on the playground by the school building playing catch or marble games and most of them barely glanced at Roman.

The school door opened and out came the principal, who had already had the position when Roman had been a child, and... Logan.

A besotted smile spread over Roman's face.

Logan was engaged in a conversation, obviously passionate about the topic and Roman could see his eyes sparkled even from the distance.
His dark hair was slightly tussled with a few strands hanging in his face and his shirt sleeves were pushed up to his elbows.

The principal, Mr. Oppus, noticed Roman first.

"I believe we should finish this another time," he announced.

A look of confusion crossed over Logan's face. He looked up and his eyes widened.

"Roman?"

The two crashed into eachother, both holding on like to a lifeline.

"You're home," Logan whispered against Roman's neck. "Why are you home already?"

He pulled back ever so slightly.

"Are you hurt? Did something bad happened?"

"I'm fine," Roman pulled him close again. "Specially now that I got you with me again."

He couldn't see it but he knew that a crimson blush was spreading over Logan's beautiful face.

"I'm serious," he mumbled.

"So am I," Roman responded and pressed a kiss onto Logan's cheek. "I'm fine."

A nearby gagging sound made both of them look up.
A few of the children were giggling.

"Perhaps kissing here wasn't the best idea," Logan said. "Let's go home, my love."
Logan let his hand slip into Roman's.

They walked side by side, holding on to eachother and Roman couldn't care less that it had been barely two days since they had last seen eachother.
He had missed Logan.

The house was still empty when they arrived.

Roman showed Logan the note, they spent some time curled up together on the bed and decided to prepare dinner for when Patton and Virgil come home.

Logan filled Roman in on the last two days, told him about how Smith's goat finally had her baby, Patton had painted the door and Virgil had found yet another cat that tried to follow him home.

He didn't ask about the hunts.

It was like an unspoken rule that none of them ever asked Roman. If he decided he wanted to tell them they listened but they never pressured.
It was something Roman was very thankful for.

The sound of wheels on the bridge caught his attention and after setting down the plates he had been holding Roman stepped out onto the porch with Logan right behind him.

"Good evening!"

Patton's golden locks shone in the evening sun and his skin was painted in a light warm brown. His blue eyes widened when he spotted Roman shimmering like far away galaxies with thousands of stars and incredible worlds.

Virgil looked just as beautiful, if so much darker than Patton, with his ebony hair hanging in his face and his dark tanned skin being kissed by sunlight in the way it can only happen on warm summer days when the sky is turning all shades of yellow, orange, pink and blue.

Patton let go of the wodden cart the two had pulled first, closing the distance in a short run and tackling Roman with a hug.

"You're home!", he yelled.

Just a split second Virgil collided with them and Logan joined the hug.

Roman took a deep breath of the familiar and warm scents of his lovers mixing together.

"I'm home," he whispered and the last bit of tension left his shoulder.

Roman had no idea how long they stood there like this but when he pulled back the sun had disappeared behind the horizon leaving behind some of the colours it had painted into the sky and a cool breeze made Patton shiver.

"Maybe we should go inside," Logan voiced what all four were thinking. "It's late."

Roman helped Virgil with the cart that had been filled with honey, fabric, a small container of salt and a bunch of other things.

Meanwhile Logan and Patton finished preparing dinner.

The smell of cabbages filled the kitchen and living room and Roman realised how hungry he was.

They ate and Roman decided to talk about the hunt he had been on.
He left out that he had let the rider go. That he was doubting if hunting down dragons like that was right.
He stuck to the lie.

He hated lying to his partners.

But this was for the best.

He didn't want them to worry for him or that he might lose his job.

They listened as he spoke and only when he finished with how he had been sent home for a few days Patton said something.

"I'm just glad you're alright," he let his hand slip into Roman's and squeezed it.

Roman smiled back at him.

God, he hated lying to them.

So, so much.

Hello again!

Jeez, this was some fluffy Fluff.
I love the boyfriend squad.
And Ro's dealing with a little guilt now.

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Don't let any dragons eat you!