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Love seeketh not Itself to please, Nor for itself hath any care; But for another gives its ease, And builds a Heaven in Hell's despair

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Chapter 1 - May

The soporiphic seasons of Florida had become nothing more than a shelved memory, located far in the back of their minds where beaches and palm trees were in pamphlets, not recollection.

The dawn of their move to North Carolina in May took place at exactly 5:41 am under a morning sky of azure and tinges of mauve above the span of Palm trees that shrouded white-stone gates of the Tuscan Lane gated community. It was a mutual decision by father and son, though Ian was much more vehement about moving into a private region than his father had anticipated. While Matthias had prepared their move during the months prior, his son showed little interest; he expected as much from him. The packing, done swiftly with the assistance of close friends to them both, and aided by Ian's vehemence, came at some surprise to the father. The turbulence they suffered the months before left him under the impression that he would take care of it on his own, which he ultimately intended to do.

On May 25, the two traveled to, unpacked, and inaugurated their new residence in Raleigh, North Carolina in the Devon neighborhood.

Their home was a quaint one-story house of what appeared to be a contemporary-colonial nature; fitted with a garage and high spire arches where the windows of the attic looked out to the streets. Ian, upon first sitting, began excitedly explaining to his father how it resembled the Amityville home. The walls were a bright white with a steel-grey shingled roof with all neighboring houses of a similar visage. The two had only ever viewed the house from online photo, however they found it to be immaculate; the wooden floors were unscathed, the carpets a pallid-cream.

The yard was a small lot with a medley of shrubbery that neither of them knew the name to; near the side were some larger flowering bushes and a tall oak tree that shaded the east. This room was firstly designated the computer room/office for Matthias on the afternoon they begun to arrange all their articles and living apparatus. Ian's bedroom was directly parallel to his father's, and the two dragons were very delighted to find a home with doorways that were much more accommodating to their horns than their previous residence. Then again, their previous residence was a bit of a fluke, due in part to the number of dogs that barked madly upon the site of two large, crimson dragons.

Matthias remarked, "Gated communities are just a voluntary prison for the rich and antisocial."

Ian had taken an inspection around the neighborhood to make sure there were no dogs, took in the atmosphere of their new home that day and to his enjoyment he found it tranquil. Turning his snout about, curiously looking over a front garden when a man in running shorts and a t-shirt greeted him, along with a young brunette haired woman. The young dragon turned to smile at him, waving his hand a bit.

"Good morning!" The man greeted the dragon enthusiastic, smiling and waving and inquired quite charismatically, "Are you the new residents? We were told we'd have a family coming in today!"

"Yes sir; my father and I." Ian properly replied, giving a smile, albeit his red lips exposed a repelling one with teeth exposed. "I am Ian and my father is Matthias, or 'Matt'. We're moving here from Florida."

"Welcome to the neighborhood!" The woman smiled brightly and reached to pat the dragon on his shoulder, "I am Janet, and this is my husband Brad Toll."

Ian smiled, shaking Brad's hand and squeezing hard to make a good impression, "It is a pleasure to meet the both of you. I was just taking a walk to make sure there are no dogs that might--you know, bark a lot when they see me."

"Haha! Well, the Masons own a Boston terrier, and it barks at whatever breath." Brad laughed, brushing his hand over his sweaty short hair. "The community is surprisingly sparse with animals. Is your father around? I would like to welcome here before the Johnsons get to him."

"Yes he is--who are the Oswolds?" Ian asked slowly as he turned and walked beside the man.

"Well, they're just the friendliest people you'll ever meet--but. . ."

"But the wife Alice is a total b.i.t.c.h when she wants to be, and the husband thinks he is some kind of detective or something." Janet interjected quickly, brushing her pony-tail away, "And they're evangelicals. Brad and I are both Agnostic, and they are always trying to bring us to the 'dark side'."

"The dark side being a Sunday dinner at their house; do not tell anyone we said it, but they're only good in--"

"In moderation?" Ian asked with a snicker.

Brad laughed and nodded, "Definitely."

Ian chuckled and flicked his tongue as the sun beat down on his bright vermillion scales and he held his hand up, looking to his father who was walking out of the house in his Jet-black Security uniform. He hollered out to him, beckoning with his hand. Matthias marched across the street with a rigid posture, his fists by his side and his snout upright with his black horns pointed slightly upwards. He stood taller than Brad and Janet by a foot, crossing his arms, biding a smile to the couple that stared in awe at the crimson dragon.

Ian was used to it, since he and his father exercised together; but when people met him for the first time there was almost always a moment of apprehension at his physique. Ian inherited his father's grizzly snout, proudly admitting his dad was quite intimidating and he enjoyed sharing his trait.

Brad extended his hand and smiled, shrugging off his apprehension. "It's a pleasure to meet Ian's father, and welcome the new family!"

"Thank you very much!" Matthias said in a chipper tone as he shook Brad's hand, "After spending seventeen hours in a car, it's nice to hear a voice not on the radio!" Matthias laughed in a brassy, and deep tone, "You know it's just unnatural how annoying a Radio DJ when they begin talking to people at three in the morning!"

Matthias laughed loudly again, and Ian rolled his eyes, looking to the couple. "I know; my dad is embarrassing. I have to be careful how much time he spends out-- oomph!" Ian grunted hard as he felt a hand come down right between his horns, making his head sink down a few inches and he buckled in his knees.

"Don't listen to this kid, he's seventeen and thinks he knows how to talk like an adult." Matthias smirked down at his son, releasing his head, "The only embarrassing thing here is my son singing along to Boston at 11 in the evening."

Ian grunted and rolled his eyes again, "Yeah he's always singing along to this, that, and the other too--try getting him to sing along to Queen, then you'll know where I got it from."

Janet and Brad laughed, quaintly smiling as the two dragons exchanged a playful insult, and Matthias grinned, "I love when kids try taking the throne. It's always good to knock them down!"

"Believe me, do we know how that is!" Brad rolled his eyes, looking at his wife and then to the dragons. "Our two sons and daughter are going through that rebellious stage. Amanda has an entitlement complex that's worse than even royalty."

"Walter has this I hate mainstream music issue." Janet sighed, shaking her head, "And Josh is turning into a night-owl. Staying up until morning, running around the town, practicing--Park-cored, or whatever it is."

"Parkour!" Ian smiled widely, "I was a Gymnast in high-school, and I do Parkour as well! Actually, this one time in Florida, I won first place in a competition!"

"Oh sweet Jesus." Matthias rolled his eyes at his son, "Ian will endanger your son's life, please, ground Josh from my house!"

"Dad, look," Ian turned to look at his dad, grinning arrogantly, "Stop being jealous just because I'm not sagging around like you are!"

"Well, maybe you can show our son how it's done. That kid--I swear, ever since he saw it on you-tube or that game Mirrors Edge, he has done it every day. He's ruined three shirts, so far!"

"Hehe, I'll gladly help him!" Ian's thick tail swayed a bit by his feet with excitement, and he looked up to his father, "Would that be acceptable, my lord?"

Matthias cocked and eye brow and rolled his eyes, sighing. "Well I believe so. Just no more injuries; your father cannot handle you coming home with scales missing again!"

The group laughed and Ian, feeling embarrassed, brushing his father off but stood next to him as they continued talking.

"So, what brings you all the way to NC? Didn't like Florida's weather?" Janet asked, "I have an Aunt who lives in the Keys and she loves it. I thought reptiles, you know, liked it."

"Well," Matthias began, wrapping his arm around his son's shoulder, "My son and I just decided it was time to relocate; I used to be Lieutenant of the Miami SWAT team, but found a position as Chief of Security at a Warehouse."

"Really, SWAT? That--that explains why you're dressed to kill!" Janet laughed and wrapped her arm around her husband's wait, "Brad is a Stockbroker, and I work as a Psychotherapist; I'm a big people person!"

"What made you want to move, really?" Brad began, "I'm sure you guys didn't move all the way up here for the mountain air!"

Matthias laughed, "Miami is just stale. When you deal with the kind of people I dealt with--you want to just move on."

Brad and Janet laughed, and Brad shook the dragon's hands again, "Well, we're going to continue our run. Since you two obviously exercise, you should come by the gym with us! See yah!"

Matthias waved to them with Ian and then returned into the house with his son, closing the door behind him and gave off a bit of a rumble. "Well that was good. Nice to know our neighbors are not totally snobbish; though, this place reminds me of the Stepford wives."

"Yeah, and also, watch out for the Johnsons. Mrs. Janet said they're bat-shit."

"They're Bat-what?" Matthias asked, spinning around. "What'd ya say in my house? You keep talking like that and you can hit the bricks!"

"Dad, we both know I'm eventually going to annex your fat butt off that throne of yours, just accept that your time is coming!" Ian snorted and bowed up his chest at his father who quickly reared a fist back, playfully punching at his son's shoulder.

"You want to shed blood in this house, boy?"

"Father--" Ian began slowly, cracking his knuckles and sneered widely. "Do I really need to get a number for a Home for you? Or if I get you some adult diapers, you gonna learn to behave!"

Matthias snorted and then quickly swung his fist at his boy, knocking him backwards a few feet, and Ian caught his footing before tripping over the carpet with his bare feet. Ian laughed and backed away, toward the couch; holding up his fist and with his right hand grabbed his dad's thick wrist he taunted further, "Kicking my ass won't make you the ruler of this house, dad!"

Matthias snatched his son into a headlock, quickly shoving his son against the wall and took his free left hand to hold Ian's right hand away. He looked up at the roof with a sigh as Ian began punching him in the arm and stomach, "Ian I don't feel anything--I thought we agreed you weren't going to punch like a girl anymore? Oh WOE is me, the father who raised his son to fight like a damn sissy!"

"Dad!" Ian gave a muffled grunt, flinging his head up as he tried to kick his father's outer knee, proving it was futile against the stocky appendage.

"You're such fat a--rrrrfg, let go of me!" Ian grunted and pushed hard against his father. He turned his body and then put his feet against the wall, pressing hard and walked up it a few feet, making his dad snatched his son away from it and then release, pushing him by the back of the head towards the couch. The dragon laughed and then brushed off his shirt, smiling.

"All right, let's hurry up. I have a meeting with the Chief of Security at work. You want to come with me into town, scout out your new track?"

"Are you sure you're not too old?" Ian looked up to his father with a grin. "Your scales aren't as lustrous anymore. Dad, you're going to have to give up the throne to me before I feed you to wolves."

"What the hell ever." Matthias snorted, looking at his son with a cocked eyebrow, "Ya know, I may not be doing front flips off monkey-bars like your wiggly ass, but you'll never be big enough to kick my ass!"

Ian sneered, "Uh-huh. Dad, we're going to have a REAL fight one day--and as scared as hell as I am of you, I'll knock your shit up!"

Ian was very intimidated by his father; when a dragon possesses 22-inch arms and has won the Strongman Challenge twice, you are not in a position to challenge him, especially when he is your parent. His father laughed and nodded, "Yeah you better damn well be scared. But hey, even at forty-two, you know I'm still tearing it up every night--"

"What-Friggin-ever!" Ian exclaimed with a loud groan. "You're too old to tear it up, dad, and don't use our language! Anyways, yeah, I'll come into town with you; are we cooking, or ordering out?"

"We can do either. I wanted to eat out, actually." Matthias reached to the nightstand beside the couch and picked up his keys, "You can hop on some buildings, text me which one smells the best."

Matthias smirked and walked outside with his son into the 3500 Dodge Ram; Ian slid in next to him, and leaned back with his bare feet rubbing against the mat at an itch. The drive to the town was silent, and Matthias would occasionally look over, analyzing the neighborhood; the tom-tom guided them to their destination, which was a thirty-minute drive from home. They road in the car in a bit of silence, neither motivated enough to turn on the Radio, nor excited to be in the truck again.

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Three weeks had passed since the initial moving in of their home in Raleigh; in that time, Ian became acquainted with several peers, though only two of them shared in similar interests. He was disappointed to find not too many were into Parkour as he was, but he had made close friends with his neighbor Josh, and Lance. He had recently taken up the lifestyle of a mall rat with his friends when he was not in the park, or at home exercising. Somehow, to Ian's amazement, Lance and Josh conformed him to their dark ways of hanging out in FYE: and Ian, in return, took them under his wing as his disciples of free running.

Today Ian was lounging around the Spencer's store while Josh was quickly searching for some kind of Hentai in FYE, presumably as an early birthday present. Ian felt disgruntled by the quantity of PDA in the mall, the high volume of couples giving him some levels of envy. He held steadfast in not letting it bother him, the longing for a boyfriend, but it lurked in his mind. They're like fucking everywhere, Ian mumbled, turning his attention from an assortment of ear-piercings; in the corner of his eyes, he saw some girl and a boar holding hands, playfully shoving each by a clothing rack.

"Hey man, tell me what you think of this new hat! I think it raises my sex appeal by about fifty points!" Lance poked his blonde snout from around a wall of coats. The Shepherd wore some kind of odd Fedora with pink stripes going down it, obviously for a thrill.

"You look like someone took a shit in your cereal, dude. What is up?"

Ian laughed and shrugged. "Dude--take off that hat, it is gayer than me! And nothing is up man--just," Ian looked down at some jackets and fumbled through them with a frown, "Tired of all the couples around here, and not finding someone for me, you know?"

Lance nodded and looked over his shoulder at the number of women in Spencer's, taking off his hat and tossing it behind him. "Yeah--it's hard to find someone who's not taken, or a total bitch. But bro, have you considered just not worrying about it? I mean, you're fine on your own."

"I am, but I'd at least like someone close," Ian mumbled, "Well anyways, let's get Josh and get some food, dude. I have not at since nine, and I am hungry as fuck!"

"Yeah, let me check. He was raving about The Muse earlier, I think he's going to start vandalizing the pop section again, so, b-r-b!"

Lance quickly sprinted off with his ears upright, and disappeared into a crowd of people while Ian walked through the aisles with a deadpan stare at the sexual novelties. The Spencer's in Florida was ok, but this one was huge. He curiously, and secretly, looked at the dildos while glancing to his left to make sure Lance had not returned yet. They were polished and looked nothing like a cock; half of them were just cylinders with a rocket-ship type design. There were edible body icings, flavored lubricants and other novelties that looked enticing until his eyes scanned upwards at a sleeve of small apparatuses.

Aenors--Maximus, Helix, Progasm--, "Huh, that's pretty cool. What in the hell do they do?" Ian curiously took one box down and flipped it over, his tail swaying with some excitement by his feet, and his snout pressed against the box as he read.

"Can I help you find something?" Asked a voice behind him, and he turned around quickly, meeting eye contact with a woman of a distinctly grudge, industrial appearance.

"First time buyer, huh?" She smiled and crossed her arms, looking at the prostate stimulator in Ian's hand, "Interested in that?"

"Y-yeah," Ian admitted slowly, "Does--this shit work?"

The girl laughed and nodded with a wide smile. "I use it on my man all the time. It is great prep for anal sex, or just stimulating your prostate to an orgasm on your own. I suggest you get the Maximus. Trust me, babe, it feels good."

"Ah--should I get anything else with it?"

"Well, a vibrating c-ring always adds some fun, if you're going to have sex." She pointed a tattooed hand to the bottom of the rack, and Ian squatted down, glancing over the sizes until he found one that would fit him-self. He stood up with it and laughed a little, feeling embarrassed.

"It's really best to lay back and do it. My man says it's hard to sit on his knees on the bed and do it 'cause it feels 'gay'," she explained, "What he does is he'll occasionally twist it around--usually has him jerking up off the bed! He's got a sensitive butt!"

Ian nodded and laughed with embarrassment, his tail swaying nervously by his feet as his vermillion scales went crimson as he followed her to the checkout line, which was luckily empty.

"Thanks, heh. This is my first time buying since I am only I am only seventeen."

"So--are you gay, or just curious?" Keegan asked, "I get this a lot with guys--buying toys, totally quiet about it, ya know!"

"Ah--well, I am gay, but I've never done anything," Ian explained slowly, tapping his claw at the table as he looked around.

"Really? You're--well, I guess for a dragon you have a handsome quality, hehe, no offense! But you do have very, very pretty eyes! What is your name?"

"Oh, my name is Ian, and thanks! I get that a lot from people. Most of the time people think it's all about horn size or something that makes us the alpha dragon. Really, it's just hilarious." Ian rolled his eyes and laughed, "You wouldn't believe the shit I am asked about my tail."

Keegan giggled, brushing back her purple and black hair, more tattoos revealed on her neck, for which Ian could discern a fairy and flower design similar to ivy.

"You don't have a little high-school sweet heart, or anything like that?"

"No. I just moved here and-- and I've just not found anyone I can be with. So, figured I'd just do a few things on my own. Besides, I am into older men anyways." Ian leaned on the counter a bit, "My dad and I are still settling in, making friends, this that and the other."

"Really? Well, that is cool. So you've never experimented until now?"

"Never met anyone I could be with, so, I figured I might as well do things on my own, ya know? Hehe." Ian laughed a little bit, checking his cell phone and noticed the time, "Damn, I need to get going. Thanks a lot Keegan! Was nice to meet you."

"Well, let me know how it goes for you!" Keegan smiled and giggled again, giving him his purchase, his change, and exchanged facebook pages with him before assisting another customer. Ian waved to her before he ran off to meet up with his new friends at the FYE, and indeed Josh was busy tearing through the plethora of animes for something new. Ian hid his purchase from them in his pocket, crossed his arms and casually began talking.

"So where are going to eat at, you guys?" He asked smoothly, "I am seriously about ready to cause a god damn scene if Josh takes all day again!"

Lance laughed and Josh snorted, shaking his head and mumbled something at them both. He was a thin kid with early grey hair, making his all ready shaggy top look ever more disheveled than what it really was: his choice to wear a long sleeved shirt, and threadbare jeans added to his unkempt semblance. He ignored them for a few more minutes as he meticulously read the backs of each DVD, from Asian Anal Assassins, to other banal titles that he rolled his eyes. Lance was panting beside Ian, his tail swaying idly, "For fuck sucks I am hungry."

"Sweet Jesus, holy fucking Christ in a hand basket. Josh, just jerk off to Lance's mom, or something!"

"Oi!" Lance piped up with a snort. Josh turned around and extended his arms in a confrontational pose, puffed up his chest against Ian who simply looked down at him with a raised eyebrow and cocky grin.

"You listen here, bitchboy! If you can find me an anime without beautiful women being disemboweled or tentacle raped so I can masturbate and NOT worry about Freudian fantasies at night, then be my guest!"

At that moment half the store had stopped in its tracks to look at the three of them and one of the clerks rolled his eyes: Ian looked down at Josh with apprehension, "You--look at shit like that?"

"Wait--seriously, disembowelment, they sell that shit in FYE?" Lance asked wide-eyed, "Let me get that shit for my mom! Then you two can watch it together! Haha!"

"Hell man, I found Cannibal Holocaust over there, along with Salo! Dude, there is nothing BUT snuff films here. If I wasn't such a Jesus loving guy, I'd be like those fuckin' Goth kids in South Park and torch this bitch up!"

Ian laughed loudly and Josh spun around, furiously flicking DVD cases around until he pulled out one in desperation, and ran off to the counter. Ian and his entourage left the mall right afterwards, and the dragon sighed in relief finally to be outside, his legs aching, and his tail flicking with annoyance.

"I swear, if one more fucking person kicks or steps on my tail--I am going to set their shit on fire."

"Can you do that?" Josh asked, "Like--seriously?"

"Yah, can you?" Lance asked too, looking over, "Dude--you could fucking be like--a living bong, or something! Oh shit! We should hit a hookah bar later!"

"Ok--one, no Lance, and two, no! That is a bunch of bullshit. The hottest thing on my body is in Lance's mom!" Ian laughed loudly while Lance reached behind him to try and hit Ian, while Josh snickered, texting quickly on his cell phone."

"Dude," Josh began with a sly smile, "Lance--I think I found your hot ass mom on 4chan. Looks like she is sitting on bread again!"

"Oh fuck off!" Lance rolled his eyes, pulling out his car keys, "God dammit, my mom doesn't even like bread!"

The three friends, after sharing laughs together, parted from the Mall parking lot and onto the main street, picked up some food from Arby's and began to drive back to Ian's house. Ian had all ready begun training them in isometrics to get the two ready for what he did, Josh was gung-ho about it, Lance was not so vehement. Lance cracked a joke about Josh being able to lift so much because of the muscles in his right arm, and Ian retorted about him devouring unhealthy food, which is why he was husky.

"Oi! I am not husky, I am a shepherd!"

"Oh for fuck sakes, that joke is retarded," Josh groaned, "You're fat, Lance!"

"Am not!" Lance barked, "I happen to be a man who enjoys food!"

"Well if you want to get into shape, Lance, you cannot eat like that! Rule one--no diabetes! That shit you are eating is an instant cock block! Rule two, every morning you have to start the day off with whey protein, whole milk, a bushel of bananas, baby formula, half a rack of ribs: one rotisserie chicken, half a sleeve of Oreos, twelve assorted munchkins, and a handful of cheerios."

"Yo dude--what?" Lance began, cocking his eyebrow, "What the fuck are munchkins?"

"I don't know, I saw it on YouTube. But, seriously, when we start next week, you cannot be eating crap like that. I'll get you guys looking good as hell, trust me, you just need to give up unhealthy food for a while until your body has adjusted."

"Well fuck yeah." Josh laughed, "It'll be hard to negotiate the schedule since I deal with those fucktards in Walmart, but I'll do what I can."

"Yo Ian what the hell did you buy?" Lance asked, looking over his shoulder as he pulled up at a red light, "You came out of Spencer's, so fess up, or else I swear to god I'll put it on twitter!"

"Gah! Well--ya know, something for MAN time." Ian sat back took a sip from his bottle of green tea, "Things for a man--a man's man's man."

"All right Zapp, we'll leave it at that." Lance snickered.

Ian rolled his eyes and laughed, sinking his fangs into a chicken sandwich; he thought about his dad, hoping he had enjoyed his day, even though he was alone at the house for most of it. He knew it was going to be a big adjustment for them, at least for a while. He heard his dad arguing with his mother over the phone every now and then, usually in the evening or late afternoon. Three times this week his father shouted at her over the phone, and Ian could only sit in the kitchen and wait for the fighting to end.