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It was evening and although the air was slightly chilly, the falling sun still cast enough rays to take the edge off an otherwise average autumn day. A young man sat on a hammock stretched between two birch trees. He slowly unstrung his hunting bow as he listened to his companion's story. The rabbit he'd trapped earlier would have to make do for supper in lieu of anything more substantial.

"... and then what?", he asked after he realised the current break in the story might go on forever.

"I just... panicked...", the slender dragon said with a resigned sigh. His ear fins drooped ever so slightly and his scaly tail twitched in annoyance. He sat on his rump in the clearing towering over the young human and stewed.

"I rather expect she was joking, you know.", the well dressed human replied as he packed away the bow string into a fairly decorative satchel. Although clearly of good quality and rather fancy, his colourful mixture of cotton and leather clothes were first and foremost practical.

"I know that!", the dragon huffed in a frustrated tone. "Just the thought of... one of those collars... it...", his voice trailed off and he suppressed a shiver.

His human friend looked up at him with clear concern. The memories of his years as a hatchling were not pleasant. The dragoness's joke about enslaving him had been too much of a painful reminder of his youth for him to bare. He'd tried to ignore it, but he'd felt the panic rising in his gut and he didn't want her to see him like that. It had been nearly two centuries ago, why did it still affect him like that?

"You still have yet to tell me about what happened.", Bedwyn spoke carefully as he fetched a crude looking wooden instrument from his pack and tested the tightness of the strings.

The drake rumbled uncomfortably in his throat. "And it will remain that way."

"It seems obvious to me that she quite clearly likes you.", the young bard continued. He ignored the dragon's warning tones, but moved back to the original topic regardless.

"She quite clearly likes my cock.", he rumbled unhappily.

"Oh, I'm quite certain that she likes you for reasons that don't involve your cock."

The dragon couldn't help but smirk a little. "You're right, she likes my tongue as well."

His human companion said nothing and began to pluck some of the strings on the instrument instead. It was a long wooden object with a narrow neck the same length as the body. It had five strings made from animal gut and although it looked crudely made, it sounded as though it were much more expensive. Bedwyn rested it on his lap and began to pluck and strike the strings with both hands. It wasn't the usual method for playing such an instrument, but he pulled it off well enough.

There once was a dragon I met, To whom I owed a life debt. A scaly mistress he bed, But from The Wyrm he soon fled, Terrified of becoming her pet!

The dragon reared up and growled, but as much as he tried, he couldn't help a little smile finding its way onto his snout. "You dare mock me!?"

The young bard smirked. "As I recall, I've always mocked you. Besides, if it gets you out of your foul mood then all the better."

The drake huffed. "I should have eaten you when we first met. You were young and your flesh would have been very tender.", the dragon rumbled, not without humour.

"But you didn't, and for that and eating those soldiers, I am in your debt."

"I only ate parts of them and I released you from your debt years ago."

Bedwyn shrugged, picked up his instrument and began plucking the strings in a more conventional way. The tune was slow and the melody varied and progressive. It was one of the dragon's favourites and he soon settled on to his belly as he listened. There were no words and the song represented the passing of autumn into winter, of releasing your troubles as the dark nights closed in. Then as the melody came towards its end, it moved on to the hope and new life that spring would always bring.

Bedwyn had become a rather fine musician, singer and songwriter over the years the dragon had known him. He earned a decent living in the form of free meals, free lodging and tips from taverns, inns and performing on street corners. Despite the fine music, the dragon couldn't settle properly. He fidgeted and his tail never once stayed still for more than a second or two. He tried to relax and enjoy the music as he normally would, but he was bothered by the events of the day. Bedwyn stopped abruptly.

"What more is there that you have chosen not to tell me?", the young human asked of the dragon. The scaly beast rumbled unhappily.

"I should go back and... explain.", he replied uncertainly.

"Would she not be gone by now? Back to her lair?"

The rogue didn't respond and instead stood up and gently stretched his wings out. "I should have mated her and be done with it. There are so many territories, so many lands, so many other females. I should have moved on. I mean, that's the natural way things work, we mate, move on. Done. Hanging around like this is not natural, its not healthy. I should just find some territory of my own and never look back."

"You're pacing again.", the bard observed.

The dragon looked down at his traitorous paws and frowned. "I may have been pacing a little...", he shook his scaly head in frustration before continuing. "But that's the point isn't it? It shouldn't bother me, it doesn't make any difference.", he carried on a little more angrily. "What am I to her? Just some male she mates for fun? A potential pet? A threat to her lands? I'm a fraction of her age! She must have truly pitied the freak of a male to have let me on her back to begin with!"

"Then go, take to the air and fly as far as your wings can carry you. Your self pity is the only thing stopping you."

The young rogue growled. "What do you know!? You're less than a tenth of my age! I've seen kingdoms rise and fall and the great grandchildren of young men turn old and grey! You understand nothing! Nothing of what it is to live as a dragon!"

"I understand that you're all growl and no bite when it comes to talk of moving on. You're already her pet!"

"I am no one's pet!", he almost roared, moving his tooth laden snout a mere arm's length from Bedwyn's face. His voice was filled with angry menace. "I should have bitten you in two! I wish I had!"

"I see it's not just her, you're clearly terrified of all other dragons!", the young man shouted right back into the predator's face. It was not normally in Bedwyn's character to raise his voice at all and it took the young male off guard. "What else keeps you here, cowardly snake!?"

"I love her!", the rogue roared so loudly that the following silence seemed all the more intense. Bedwyn's ears rang.

For a time the young rogue stared wide eyed into his friend's face as the silence continued to hang in the air. The only sound was the dragon's gentle panting. He decided that he'd been tricked into saying that, he didn't really mean it. Dragons loved their siblings, they loved their parent, they loved their young... their young. He'd never even met his hatchlings and that hurt too. He knew deep down that he shouldn't care about that either. It wasn't natural. He suddenly felt very broken.

"I know...", Bedwyn spoke up quietly. He reached out a hand and rubbed the soft scales between his friend's nostrils in what he hoped was a comforting gesture. The dragon pulled away and growled.

"You know nothing.", the rogue said bitterly, although much of the anger in his voice had gone. The young bard slipped from the hammock and took a few steps towards the dragon. He was forced to crane his head further to try to maintain eye contact, but his scaly friend turned away.

"I know exactly what it's like to love someone who doesn't feel the same way.", Bedwyn said again in his muted tones, doing well to keep his emotions at bay. The drake looked back with one eye, his expression had lost what little anger remained.

"I'm... sorry. I just...", the dragon began, but Bedwyn cut him off.

"I just want you to be happy. Even if that means I never see you again.", as the young man spoke, his scaly companion turned to face him properly and slowly settled back down on his belly. "You don't know how she feels, you can't. There's still a chance, no matter how small. Don't lose heart."

The young rogue didn't know what to do. His relationship with the human was complicated. "I do love you... but..."

"I'm not a dragon, and I'm not a female.", Bedwyn then gave a wry smirk. "I have nowhere big enough to wet your cock."

He didn't want to smile, but the dragon didn't really have a choice as his lips curved up against his will. "Even so, you seem to do alright."

He stretched his neck out and carefully nuzzled his scaly snout against the human's neck. He did love Bedwyn, but it wasn't the same kind of love. He cared for him deeply, worried about him if he didn't manage their little meetings like this. Those facts he would never deny. But it was the love you have for a close friend, not the passion he felt for the dragoness. Not the burning hole in his heart that was the love he held for the young he'd never met.

Rogues were not supposed to feel like this, male or female. It was the nesting dragons that bonded with their eggs over the months they brooded over them. He didn't know very much about dragons or dragon history, his mother barely taught him anything other than hatred. But he knew that it wasn't just his body that was unusual, his feelings were not normal either. Inquisitive fingers rubbing around one of his ear fins brought him back to his senses and he smiled.

"Even if she accepted me, I'd never abandon you.", he whispered into his friend's ear.

Bedwyn said nothing as he placed a kiss between the dragon's nostrils and scratched gently around the ear fin he'd found moments earlier. He moved down to the soft flesh of the dragon's lips and this time his scaly friend kissed back, the dragon's long tongue gently wetting Bedwyn's chin and cheeks. All of the dragon's growls had faded and were now replaced by a quiet contented rumble.

"Even if all I want you for is your cock?", the human whispered as he shrugged off his light leather tunic.

The young drake licked slowly and gently around his friend's neck who shivered slightly at the sensation and the evening chill. Bedwyn grabbed both of the dragon's ear fins and pulled him into another kiss. This time, the rogue's tongue slipped inside the bard's mouth and they gently battled. The dragon was careful not to go too far back and cause the human to choke, they'd already had plenty enough practice for that.

"Especially if all you want is my cock.", the rogue replied with a smile as their mouths parted again.

The dragon slowly settled onto his flank, his wings spread out behind him. All the while his tongue slowly found its way under Bedwyn's shirt. His hind legs spread out along the ground and his large fore paws began to tug clumsily at the young man's breaches. The shirt was soon pulled up above his head and the rogue's tongue roamed his friend's chest. The gentle licking encouraged a contented and desirous sigh from him.

"Thankfully, I want you for other things as well as your cock."

Bedwyn threw his shirt roughly in the direction of his tunic. He didn't bother to see if he'd hit the mark before he slowly moved his hands down the dragon's belly scutes. He intentionally moved slowly, tracing each increasingly soft scute as he got closer to the dragon's hind legs. The young drake sighed in pleasure and anticipation as his hind legs widened and his arousal became very clear indeed.

The rogue was still slightly frustrated at his earlier half-mating and had become aroused even more rapidly than normal. A bead of pre-cum had already formed at the tip of his cock and Bedwyn gently smeared it around the barbs that ran along the underside of his sensitive flesh. The dragon let out a quiet moan and his head rested sideways on the ground, watching his friend with obvious lust.

Still wearing his leather breeches, Bedwyn began to run his hands along the dragon's cock, rubbing against each soft barb as he moved from base to tip. More pre oozed from it and the young man allowed his fingers to become coated. The young rogue rumbled softly and pawed gently at the air, his pleasure was clear.

Bedwyn was not just a fine bard, he also knew his way around the dragon's instrument as well. He placed his mouth against the tapered end and squeezed as his hands continued to rub and stroke its length. He pushed his tongue into the tip and encouraged a quiet gasp from the young rogue dragon. His scaly friend's cock was too large to fit into his mouth, but there were plenty of other ways to stimulate a horny drake.

The young man moved his more lubricated hand down the sensitive flesh as the rogue began to buck slightly. His fingers moved to the puckered tail hole and a couple slowly pushed their way inside. A combination of the dragon's own pre and Bedwyn's saliva was more than enough to allow a couple more fingers inside a moment later. The effect this had on the young rogue was immediate.

"Ooooh... why is that... so good...", the dragon gasped as he was gently penetrated.

Bedwyn said nothing as he pumped and licked the dragon's cock while he eased the rest of his hand into his anus. The rogue's tail thrashed about, his wings spread further out along the ground and his paws clenched, released then clenched again. A slightly dangerous, but very aroused growl rumbled in his throat. The dragon was in ecstasy. He tried to control his humping but it was becoming difficult to focus.

It did not take long for Bedwyn's practiced hand to find that sensitive knot inside the drake's tail hole. He gently rubbed his fingers against it and pushed the tip of his tongue into the dragon's cock again. His scaly friend couldn't help but thrust powerfully against the sensation as his body squeezed against the invading hand. The movement nearly lifted the young man off the ground.

"Ooooh... ah... gaaah!", the dragon cried out as words failed him.

The pressure that had been building in the drake's body chose that moment to burst. His horned head thrashed against the ground, tearing up great clumps of grass and dirt. His body tightened almost painfully against the young human's hand as his tail shook from the breaking ecstasy. Then the barbs along the underside of his cock flared out subtly and he let loose the first of his seed into Bedwyn's mouth.

The young man held on and took the first spurt and then the second, but his mouth couldn't handle the third. It leaked from his mouth as the fourth shot him in the face. He swallowed what he could as the rest spilled across the drake's belly scutes and the inside of his hind leg. Finally the dragon's orgasm faded and he let out a long breath as his body relaxed again. His anus still pulsed gently as Bedwyn slowly slipped his hand free. The dragon had always been rather clean, but the young human still planned to wash thoroughly before sleeping that night.

Bedwyn watched in silence for a moment as his scaly friend lay panting up at the sky. The scaly beast had a truly blissful look on his face. "I'll never get tired of doing this to you. I truly have tamed the savage beast.", he said casually as he rested his back comfortably against the dragon's flank and his rather sticky belly.

"You...", the young drake breathed, swallowed then licked his snout. "You've tamed nothing. This is just payment for saving your life."

"Truly? I seem to remember you releasing me from that debt many years ago.", he smirked.

"Perhaps I changed my mind?", the slender dragon chuckled as his long scaly neck curled around. He nuzzled his friend gently. "You're worth keeping around."

"Well, if entertaining your ears and your body is all the payment you require, then I may choose to stay a little while longer."

The contented rogue said nothing more as he slowly shifted his weight. He began to gently coil himself around Bedwyn and soon the bard was encircled and well and truly pinned. Dragons were not cold blooded as many wrongly believed and soon the young man could feel nothing of the enclosing night's chill. They both closed their eyes and began to snooze.

"Dragon?", Bedwyn asked sleepily after a long pause.

"Hmm?"

"I love you... debt or not...", he yawned gently. "I'm yours... to the end of my days...", his voice barely a whisper as Bedwyn snuggled closer against the rogue's warm belly scutes.

The young dragon did not reply and did expect the human to have heard him even if he had. Bedwyn's breathing had become shallow and his body relaxed. However the rogue's own body found that same relaxation a wily prey. He looked at his sleeping friend and gently nuzzled his snout a little more and brooded.

Ever since he had first found the boy, cowering amongst the wreckage of his life, he'd looked up to his unlikely saviour. Many times the young rogue had wondered what would have happened if he'd have eaten young Bedwyn along with the soldiers who had killed his family. For whatever reason, he hadn't and the two of them had formed an unlikely friendship. A very unusual friendship indeed.

The young dragon sighed gently as sleep slowly found him. Bedwyn had always adored his scaly savior and that adoration had only grown stronger over the years. The rogue also cared deeply for his human friend, but he also sometimes felt guilty for not feeling more in return. He decided whatever happened between him and the mother of his hatchlings, he would never abandon his friend. Not until the end of his days.