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The first chapter of Lose Bitches, Fuck Guardians (a working title donated by the wonderful SADesian) which will hopefully be a fairly open series with a slow plot and short chapters so I can hopefully update fairly regularly and write different pairings, kinks and things like that. Still getting used to writing shorter stories so bear with me if it's a little off compared to my usual writing.

You guys are more than welcome to comment, criticize, and offer suggestions to pairings you want, fetishes you want, anything really. If it peaks my interest then maybe I'll throw it in and credit you for the idea.

Biiiiiiig thank you to SADesian for his help in making character profiles, helping with the plot and proofreading it for me.

(In case anyone doesn't know, I don't own these characters. I'm simply using them)

Night in the Temple was a curious thing. Darkness fell quickly in the forest surrounding it, turning the building from a golden haven basking in the twilight haze to a dark and sinister fortress in no time at all. Even on the brightest of nights, the dull stone would absorb the moonlight so that its illuminating touch hardly reached more than a few feet inside the outer walls. Even when the ornate, golden statues were struck by the silvery light of the moon, they gave only the faintest glow which did nothing to light up the areas around them. It seemed that the whole building conspired at night against the sighted, deterring nighttime explorers from their adventures.

However, as soon as the regular daytime hustle and bustle quietened down, the tall stone rooms became perfect amplifiers for even the smallest sound. For the younger dragons who had slept in those halls before his time, Spyro imagined that nighttime would have been frightening. Even after hours of lying in the darkness, he could hardly see the other end of the room and yet every scurrying mouse's step was turned into the booming stomp of a fearsome monster that he could not see. If it were not for the fact that he had grown used to these noises over his time there, he too would have been scared.

He had been lying in bed for a long time now, staring up at the black abyss above his head. Waiting. A couple of nights ago, he had awoken around this time and, before he could fall back asleep, he had heard the distinct sounds of softly-treading footsteps outside in the corridor. Normally he would have dismissed the noise as a Guardian on one of the late night walks they sometimes took or someone who had awoken needing the bathroom in the early hours, but there was something that made him poke his head outside the door to investigate. He couldn't explain what it was exactly but the footsteps sounded far too sneaky to be something so innocent. What he had seen was very curious indeed.

Someone was skulking about. Spyro couldn't tell who it was as their exact size and scale colour was hidden by the lack of light. It was only when the character moved in between Spyro and the window at the end of the corridor that their silhouette became visible. There was only one person it could be; Flame, a young, male dragon around the same size and age as Spyro himself. As the only two young males at the Temple at the moment, there was no doubt in the purple dragon's mind who it was.

He watched as Flame suddenly darted into a door further down the corridor and disappeared out of sight.

Spyro went back to bed shortly after and thought about the curious scene. He knew exactly where that door led; straight into the part of the Temple that was strictly Guardians only. It contained the Guardians' chambers and also a small hall where they would talk together without the risk of students overhearing. He also recalled exactly how adamant the Ignitus had been when he told them never to enter that part of the Temple unless there was an emergency as it would be an invasion of privacy that would be swiftly punished.

So why would Flame go in there?

At first he wondered if there was some sort of emergency but no, Flame had been far too calm for there to be any danger. So had he gone in there to spy? It certainly didn't seem like something Flame would do. Spyro knew him well. He was the only male dragon his age that he knew and he had grown to be quite possibly Spyro's closest friend. Spying just didn't seem likely. So why would he go in there?

The purple dragon lay there debating the answer until he fell asleep and, in all that time, Flame never emerged from that door.

The entire day after that ordeal, Spyro had wanted to ask Flame about what had happened but felt far too reluctant to approach him. He felt that it would be invasive to ask Flame such things, especially as it might turn out to be a very private matter. It would also mean admitting that he had been spying on the red male and he didn't want to alienate his friend. He couldn't even confide in Cynder or Ember or even Ignitus for the same reasons.

When he went to bed that night, he had struggled to sleep. His mind continued to ask questions that he just couldn't deliver answers to. He had theories germinating in his brain; some innocent, some bizarre, some malevolent, but none of them had any weight or evidence behind them and that made the whole situation more frustrating. He had tossed and turned for what seemed like an eternity until he once again heard those sneaking footsteps making their way down the corridor.

He waited another moment before creeping up to his door and looking outside again and he was greeted with the exact same sight as before; Flame heading into the Guardian-only section of the Temple.

The next night he had been far too tired from the previous nights to stay up so he had no idea whether Flame had visited once again but now, on the third night since he had first noticed this behaviour, he lay awake once more. Right on queue he heard that dragon pass his door and slip into the one down the corridor. Spyro didn't even bother going to look as he knew who it was. What worried him the most is that surely the Guardians must know about this. Why would Flame be the only one allowed in there? Why not him? What was going on with Falem that was so private that he had to sneak around in the middle of the night to see them?

It all seemed unfair to him. Part of him wanted to believe that his friend was dealing with nothing serious and that there was a simple, innocent explanation to this all but there was a dark, brooding area in his brain that told him that maybe something more sinister, or perhaps something incredibly personal and upsetting, was going on with Flame. Either way, Spyro was never going to find out without asking questions. He was starting to think that he would lose a lot of sleep over this situation if he never got any evidence to base his theories off of. He had, after all, lost sleep the last few nights because of this and it was making him sluggish in class. All he needed was a little something to let him know that everything was fine and then he would be able to put the situation to rest in his mind.

Finally he decided. Tomorrow. Tomorrow he would confront Flame and get to the bottom of this. He would be calm and compassionate just in case there was something private going on and he would have to make it seem subtle so as not to 'attack' his friend. Nevertheless though, he would get his answer.

****

Spyro sat in the darkness just behind his door. All day he had been devising his plan. It was nothing particularly intricate but he had gone through a number of them before he finally settled on this one. He had decided that bumping into Flame 'accidentally' while he was about to enter the door would be the best way of avoiding the explanation of why he had been watching his friend's movements at night.

Once again that echoey tapping of carefully placed claws came ever closer to his door. Spyro waited until he heard them pass before opening the door and stepping into the hall. He made no attempt to hide his noise but the sound of his heart throbbing in his ears seemed hide them all, at least to him. He watched as Flame jumped, turning quickly to see who had suddenly emerged and caught him red-handed.

"S-Spyro!"

The purple dragon tried his best to seem just as surprised as his friend. "Oh, hey Flame."

"W-What are you doing up?" Flame asked a little too defensively, his body instinctively shrinking a little at having been caught.

"I needed the bathroom. Is that not allowed?" Spyro joked just like he normally would, hoping that Flame wouldn't see through his ruse.

"I suppose not." Flame replied, a nervous chuckle escaping him. He relaxed noticeably but not entirely.

"And what about you?"

Flame's body tensed right back up again.

"Me? Oh, nothing really..." He answered, his voice strained.

Spyro raised his brow, though it wasn't very evident in the darkness. "Nothing? Just standing outside of the door to the Guardian's side of the Temple?"

Flame turned his head and realised that he was indeed right in front of it. More incriminating evidence that he would have to try and talk his way out of. He averted his gaze and rubbed at his leg idly. "Well, er... I might go visit Ignitus and the others, you know...."

"Why's that?"

"Just to talk a bit. Nothing major." Flame responded, being as vague as possible.

"You know we aren't allowed in there except for emergencies, right?"

"Y-Yeah, I know... It's fine."

"Well won't they be asleep?" Spyro asked, his interest peaked. He still wasn't sure what was going on and now he was starting to crave information more than ever.

"I-I'm pretty sure they'll be awake. They don't go to sleep as early as we do." Flame once again refused to look at Spyro, secretly wishing that he would just leave without asking him any more questions. He had never been a confident liar.

"How do you know when they go to sleep?" Spyro forced a small smirk at the end of his question, hoping that it made the question seem innocent enough but he already knew that Flame was spending time with them in the evenings and that was how he knew when they slept. It was a perfect trap to see if he would lie.

The brief silence that followed was sign enough that Flame had been caught out though he did his best to recover. "... Errr, I think Terrador told me once."

"Right." Spyro replied, unable to even hide his disbelieving tone. What he did realise however was that there was nothing more he could ask without pressing Flame too much and giving away that the encounter wasn't innocent at all. Not that the red drake gave him a chance anyway.

"A-A-Anyway, I need to go.. talk to the Guardians... See you!" He mumbled, halfway through the door before he'd even finished his sentence and shutting it before Spyro could even look inside. Spyro stood for a few moments before turning and heading back to his room. He really didn't know what to feel; part of him was angry and upset that he had failed to gain even a shred of information except for the fact that Flame didn't want him to know the real reason for his visit. Another part of him was simply confused and concerned as to whether Flame was alright. There was still every chance that he was having counselling in there for some personal issues. No part of him however, was ready to sleep. It would be another restless night for the purple dragon of legend.

****

Flame kept himself pressed up against that door until he heard Spyro slowly walk away. His heart was pounding and he felt himself sweating through his scales after the encounter. What rotten luck to bump into someone at this time of night just as he was about the enter the Guardian's side of the Temple!

It had been a few weeks since he first turned up at the Guardian's chambers but since then he had been there almost every single night.

With his nerves still frayed, he wandered down this new corridor and turned into the Guardian's private hall. It was much smaller than the main one but accommodated the four Guardians easily with enough room to host a few other dragons of their size without it becoming uncomfortable. Its small size as well as a few magical aids, helped keep the room from echoing and made it quite probably the most soundproof room in the entire Temple. Perfect for private conversations.

All four of the Guardians were already sitting in front of the fire and chatting quite jovially.

"Ah, there you are Flame." Ignitus announced when he spotted the younger male entering the room. His brow furrowed though as he saw the smaller dragon's demeanor. "Are you alright, Flame? You look shaken."

The others turned their heads to watch him curiously. "I agree. You normally don't look this nervous until I start making you call me 'sir'." Cyril chimed, bringing a small chuckle from both Terrador and Volteer. Even Flame loosened a bit at that comment, though his sheath grew a little tighter from the memories that flooded back to him.

"Y-Yeah, I'm fine. Just bumped into Spyro and he was asking a lot of questions. That's all."

"Questions, eh? And what did you tell him?" Ignitus asked, concern still rich in his tone.

"Nothing! Just that I was coming to talk to you guys. Though he was then asking about why I was allowed in here and things like that. I just kind of slipped away before he could ask too much." By now Flame had made his way over to the group and found himself being guided by Volteer to take a seat between the yellow drake's legs, his back pressed against the Guardian's underside.

The Guardians all exchanged a few glances and read each other's expressions. There was a slight level of concern but not too much. They all knew that there was likely to be questions asked if Flame was spotted but it was nothing they couldn't handle. After all, they weren't doing anything wrong.

"It was to be expected that the others would be curious if they ever noticed anything but we'll take care of it. It should not concern us for tonight." The large fire dragon responded, the worry in his voice gone, being replaced by a warm smile. Flame had given nothing away and Ignitus was sure that Spyro was not the type to start rumours.

"Exactly right, Ignitus! Tonight, much like most nights we all spend together, is not about misting our minds with rotten emotions or fears but it's rather about appreciating, enjoying, and relaxing in each other's company as well as occasionally alleviating some of our stress and 'tensions' whenever the mood takes us." Volteer crooned, his every word tickling as his chest vibrated against Flame's back.

"Yeah. You guys are right. I'm just a little shaken up is all." Flame replied, putting on a small smile for the older dragons who he now considered his friends.

"Perhaps this will help you relax." Volteer replied with a sly smile. He suddenly dropped his head down to Flame's upturned face and pressed their lips together. Shutting his eyes and tilting his head, the electric dragon opened his mouth and partly locked their jaws together, slipping his thick, drool-soaked tongue into the younger drake's maw. At the same time he pressed his weight down on top of Flame, grinding his soft underside against the smaller dragon so that he could feel the bulged sheath that rested on the small of his back.

Flame immediately felt his body stiffen as every muscle in his body tensed in surprise but very quickly afterwards he loosened and accepted the affections of the larger male. Hungrily he lapped at that invading tongue, swallowing down any saliva that happened to pool at the back of his throat while at the same time pressing his lithe form into Volteer's crotch. He felt one of the larger male's forepaws coming to rest against his side to squeeze and pull him back into him even more. Flame could feel that sheath swell and grow warmer and he knew that Volteer was most likely struggling to hold himself back, not that he would've minded if he didn't.

The young red male could feel that forepaw on his hip starting to grip him a little tighter and those sharp claws scratch along his sides. It was nowhere near strong enough to pierce his scales but the ticklish sensation made him shudder. Volteer's long, skilled tongue probed even deeper, slightly nudging itself inside Flame's throat and bringing a surprised, yet muffled, gasp from his companion. Flame didn't even gag. By now he had learned to control his gag reflex pretty well seeing as the Guardians were quite fond of making his muzzle work whether it was their tails, their digits, their tongues, or something else.

Neither of them cared that they were sharing a lewd and passionate kiss between student and teacher right in front of the other Guardians. Neither did the other Guardians even bat an eye at what was going on. Instead they watched with interest, widening grins appearing on their faces at the little show that was happening right in front of their eyes. This is what their nearly nightly ritual was all about; a little bit of teasing and a little bit of fun, but ultimately it was a place to be open about your desires without worrying about how people would react. Everyone present was in on it and everyone was a willing participant. No outside eyes could see them, no outside ears could hear them and therefore there was no chance of being judged unfairly.

Volteer slowly drew his jaws back from Flame's, feeling a bit of resistance as the red dragon lifted himself in an attempt to keep them together. He knew that they couldn't kiss all night though otherwise the others wouldn't get a go. Besides, as much as they all loved teasing and talking dirty to one another, the group wasn't entirely about sex. It probably wasn't even mostly about sex. They all had desires, Flame especially at his age, but it was mostly a place to talk and cuddle and generally be as comfortable as possible; something that had been hard for Flame when he had first realised that he was interested in males a lot more than females.

"Feel better?" Volteer rumbled down at the small drake between his legs. He could see from the pink tip poking out of Flame's sheath unashamedly that he was.

"Much better." Flame replied, his arousal having replaced his anxiousness. His tail jumped about up against Volteer's leg and a much more confident smile grew on his muzzle. They always knew how to make him feel better.

"See, this tongue isn't just for talking, you know." Volteer rumbled, puffing out his chest a little with pride.

"Perhaps it shouldn't be for talking at all." Cyril chimed in once again, getting an exasperated eye-roll from Terrador. No doubt they had been bickering earlier, Flame thought.

"Neither should yours." Terrador added, not entirely joking. The comment got a slight scowl out of Cyril but he said nothing more. Terrador was a dragon that even Cyril thought twice about giving a tongue-lashing.

Flame hummed quietly as conversation picked back up around him. He felt himself growing more and more relaxed as he was once again surrounded by the familiar group of large, male dragons that he could truly be himself around. He had no big secrets from them and if his 'needs' grew too strong then he could always rely on at least one of them being willing to help him ease them. He knew that he would most likely fall asleep in one of their beds tonight as he did most nights and while it would only sometimes lead to sex, there would almost always be some teasing. All five of them loved to tease and be teased. It was a great way to unwind and pass the time. They also all loved to build up their arousal for as long as possible before doing anything about it. The result was lots of wonderful dirty talk, lots of seductive touches and squeezes, and short acts of lewdness that had often broken a week in length before anyone snapped and had to ask for a companion that evening. It was almost a game to try and see if you could make someone break. It was perfect, Flame thought. It was just what he needed to feel confident in himself.

There was only one small concern resting at the back of Flame's mind. Tomorrow morning he would leave this side of the Temple and he would once again have to face Spyro, his best friend, who didn't even know about his preference for males and he would no doubt still be suspicious about what he had been doing with the Guardians at this time of night.