Act Three 5/6
Brendon, Jon and Spencer stood in Spencer's orchard. "You know you don't have to do this." Jon said, obviously worried about Brendon. "Dragons can breathe fire, Brendon. Have you thought about how hard it's going to be to get a scale from one?"
Spencer squeezed Jon's hand, obviously not too worried. He must've had a plan.
Brendon kissed them each on the cheek. "Like I said before, this is just something I have to do." And he set off up the mountain.
Jon and Spencer exchanged a look, and went back inside the house.
~*~*~
Brendon hummed as he hiked up the mountain. He wasn't really in a humming mood, but he just needed this one last thing before he could go back home. Back to Spencer and Jon. He could hardly believe that he had these two amazing people waiting just for him. So busy was he caught up in thinking about the two of them, he barely noticed when he walked into a clearing in front of a cave.
"What do you think you're doing?" a voice boomed, startling Brendon out of his reverie. The Dragon, he thought and held his breath. He looked around the clearing and saw delicate trails of smoke coming out of the cave mouth.
Brendon gulped. Dragons were sometimes known to eat people that didn't show them proper respect. Spencer had gone over what to say with him, but he was still nervous.
"I said," the dragon spoke, stepping out of the cave. "What do you think you are doing here?"
Brendon eyed the dragon warily. He was smaller than Brendon had imagined, but still bigger than most houses, and his scales were a pearl gray, shot through with streaks of brown and blue.
Brendon steeled himself and spoke. "I wish to ask you for a boon. Four weeks of my loyal servitude for one of your scales."
The Dragon laughed. "Four weeks? Such a pitiful amount for something so precious? Four weeks is nothing to one with my lifespan. One year, and maybe I won't eat you when you're through."
Spencer had told Brendon this would happen, but he just barely managed not to gasp at the thought. "Please, not a year. I am but a mere human, and one year is a long time in my pitiful life. I have beloveds waiting for my return. Possibly, would eight weeks be enough time?"
The Dragon looked over Brendon considering, before blowing a smoke ring that encircled Brendon's body. "Three months, and we have a deal, little one."
Brendon's heart leaped. 'If he offers you anything less than six months, take it.' Spencer had said "We have an accord, good sir." and Brendon bowed.
When he looked up, there was no longer a dragon standing before him. Instead there was a man with gently curling brown hair, a blue scarf wrapped around his neck, wearing a gray suit with a brown leather vest, holding out his hand.
Brendon took it, along with a sharp intake of breath when their hands met and his fingers started to tingle.
"Ryan, please. Let me show you to my library."
~*~*~
A three weeks after Brendon left, Spencer got a mirror call from Ryan.
"He sings, Spencer. You did not tell me this. He sings, he sings amazingly, and he doesn't complain about my books and he's just perfect. He's possibly the most annoying human, maybe even living being, I have ever met. But he's perfect." Ryan grumbled at him.
Spencer just laughed.
"You knew didn't you? You saw something and now I'm going to have to come down and meet this Jon aren't I?"
"It's all up to you. You could keep him up there all for yourself, but I'm pretty sure you'd be missing out."
Ryan just sighed and dimmed out the mirror.
Jon walked in and draped himself over Spencer's back. "So that was Ryan?"
"Yeah," he replied, tipping his head back to lean on Jon's shoulder. "They'll be down in a few weeks."
Jon kissed Spencer's neck. "You'll have to explain this whole thing to me sometime. I still don't quite understand."
Spencer wrapped his arms back around Jon. "Maybe later. For now we have this big bed all to ourselves." He grinned.
