Dragon Booster
Chapter 1. What now?
The dust took a few minutes to clear as the dragons picked themselves up from where they had landed when the explosion took place, all except an irate Wulph who was cursing under his breath as Hyve staggered to his feet. A white dragon next to the blue and red Beau was also injured and this drew the 17 year olds eye. Artha was shocked when the usually calm Wulph went off on one at the strawberry-blonde called Sara, these two weren’t considered the best of friends but they were usually civil to one another.
"Hey Wulph it wasn’t her fault!"
"It's alright Artha don’t bother, he wont believe you anyway."
The dark haired teen sighed and watched as the small female led her limping dragon away. It wasn’t like the leader of the Army of the Dragon to go off on one like that even if he lost, Artha narrowed his eyes and guided Beau back to their stables they had some digging to do. When they arrived back at Penn stables they found Parm and Lance trying to calm a small female who was crying into her dragon's shoulder. Artha leapt down and headed over. As he had thought Sara had raced back to the stables to get away from Wulph, the lithe teen nodded for Parm to unsaddle Beau while he dealt with the crying girl. He leaned down and wrapped his arms around her small frame; slowly he ran a soothing hand down her back and just sat there letting her cry until she had no tears left to spill.
"Wanna tell me what happened?"
Sara looked up at him, her large sea coloured eyes were swimming with tears still but her voice was steady as she quietly relayed what exactly had happened out on the track earlier.
"It was someone's White Rappel gear that broke, it tripped all the leading dragons and we all went down. It was me and Tag that tripped Wulph and Hyve, I think that’s why he blames me for the loss."
"That’s stupid you didn’t fall first."
"No but we were in their way."
"Doesn’t matter, Hyve could have easily jumped over you if Wulph had been paying attention to what was in front of him."
"Still..."
"No! Come on lets go and check on the dragons and then get you to bed."
Artha got up and let her lean on him as they made their way over to the stable where her White dragon was laying, Tag was on his side with one of his front legs stuck out as blood seeped out of a shallow gash along the leg. Sara dropped to his side and fussed over the slender dragon but Tag was having none of it, he licked the wound so it would heal in an hour or so and nudged his rider out of the door and towards the house. Artha grinned at the dragon and took her inside; he would come back later and check on the healing dragon.
Once Sara was settled in her room and asleep Artha turned and went into his own, they’re waiting on his bed was a tall figure. The dark haired boy just sighed and started to strip his clothes off. A low growing made him halt his actions.
"You're doing that on purpose."
"Doing what?"
"Stripping."
"Oh that, no I wasn’t, I was just getting changed."
A low growl was his only answer as the figure moved off the double bed and stalked towards Artha. The lithe teen just stood there with only his pants on and waited. He was not disappointed. The taller had reached him and was now running large hands along his back and waist pulling him closer.
"Moordryd, I was planning on sleeping tonight."
"Well that’s too bad for you."
Artha glared at his boyfriend, he knew the white haired teen would never push him if he really didn’t want it, but that was the problem, he never could say no and actually mean it and Moordryd knew this only too well. The two fought slightly as Artha decided to test his strength but Moordryd -who was taller and heavier than Artha- managed to shove the dark haired teen on the bed. Then the taller proceed to wrap a piece of cloth around Artha's mouth and whisper.
"Try and keep quiet, after last time when you all most got us caught by the little brat."
Artha could do nothing but nod as Moordryd began to strip the rest of Artha's clothes away so he could get at the smooth tan skin that was hidden beneath. That night Artha was forced to bite into his wrist through the gag to keep silent as Moordryd was in a rather slow mood.
Sara was the first to awake in the morning as usual; she padded downstairs in one of Artha's shirts that she had stolen from his closet a week ago. A grin worked its way across her face when she noticed Decepshun was sunbathing with Tag while Beau and Fracshun were playing chase. It seemed Moordryd had sneaked in again during the night. Her thoughts were broken when the aforementioned white haired teen trudged into the kitchen wearing his spare pants.
"Morning."
The only response she got was a grunt as Moordryd headed for the coffee maker; he wasn’t nice to know before at least two cups of coffee. Artha was next to appear, he had obviously stolen one of Moordryd's shirts as Sara had stolen his, as that is all the pair were wearing. They were lucky that lance liked to sleep in as long possible and would never get out of bed until someone went up and woke him. Moordryd laughed at the sight the pair made, the sound caused the two to look at him strangely.
"Look how your both dressed. Not that I mind the view Artha."
Sara looked back and forth from herself and Artha and then she too joined in the laughter, Artha on the other hand was more interested in his tea and ignored them till he was more awake.
"So Sara are we getting any breakfast?"
"Moordryd has anyone told you this before?"
"Told me what?"
"Your a lazy bastard."
"Yes you, all the time in fact. It's not our fault you cook so well, if you didn’t we would learn."
"No you wouldn’t, you would live off take always and I wont let that happen."
"Exactly. So breakfast?"
The Strawberry-blonde sighed but turned to open the fridge and inspect the contents, as she had gone shopping a few days ago there was plenty in so she set about making breakfast for the three off them. As she worked she asked Artha a question.
"What are we doing today?"
"Its Saturday so it's bath day."
"Oh fun, you can tell Lance."
"No way Moordryd can do it."
"He's your brother."
Moordryd rolled his eyes; he had no problem doing it as he was safe from the little brat's -as he had taken to affectionately calling him- temper. The three argued as they ate but finally agreed they would all get dressed first before anyone went and woke Lance with the news they were bathing the dragons today.