AU - The Meeting of the Princess and the Dragon

Prince Eadric St. Lovitt had a problem. After his father's death, when the prince himself had been no older than sixteen years, his mother had decided he should be locked in a tower, lest the horrors of the world claim the next heir to the throne as well. It was in that tower he lived and waited for five years, pining for his beloved country and very lost and lonely.

But one day, assuming the tower belonged to a lovely princess, an adventurer climbed up to save him. Eadric soon found a use for the many coins he had been sealed away with as well as a newfound interest in people of the same gender. His habit continued for a while, until the day his tower was discovered by a less than genius dragon.

On that day, Eadric was sitting in front of the mirror, combing his long, blond hair. It had never resembled gold; rather, it was wispy and pale like the clouds. At twenty-one years of age, he was tall and slim and pretty. He hummed his country's national anthem to himself, closing his eyes and dreaming of hills and rivers and cities yonder, filled with his beloved people. Five years had done little to diminish his love for his nation.

He had been walking for days...actually, he had simply flown to the tower. But in order to convince the virginal princess inside that he was a true warrior incapable of turning into a fearsome dragon, he ruffled up his already ruffled hair, pretending to be a hard-boiled adventurer.

Wilhelm's entire plan wasn't very well constructed, but he didn't have any more time to wait. It was soon to be the full moon, and it made being a man harder and harder. Unless he wanted to wait another half month, he would have to do this now. His armor was obviously unfinished. While his arms and legs were completely covered, his chest was bare. It showcased his broad chest, but more than that, it really showed off his freckles.

Once he was below the tower window, he adjusted the flap of his helmet, lifting it up. "Beautiful princess, let your hair down! I must rescue you from the tower, let me in!"

Hearing a familiar voice, Eadric hurried to the window, coins in hand.

"My hair isn't that long, you twit," he called down, rolling his eyes. "I doubt anyone's is, and if it were, they would break their neck pulling you up.

He dropped the coins out of the window anyway; a dull man was better than no man, and he had been craving another encounter for weeks.

"There are footholds in the stones, you merely have to look for them. Many have made it up before you, it should be no problem."

Wilhelm held up his arm to fend off the coins. Why the hell was he throwing coins out the window?

"Can you refrain from throwing projectiles out thine window?" he shouted. Then, he reached for the footholds in the stones, beginning to climb up the window. How he wanted to just fly up, but no, he had to take the long way.

Finally, after an excruciating amount of time, he made it up to the window.

"Aha! Finally, I have made it my fair maiden, now it is time for us to depart from this wretched tower!" He placed his hands on his hips, further showcasing his bare chest.

Eadric gave him a confused look from where he sat on the bed.

"...Leave? But we can do everything right here. I think we both know what you came for, and I assure you that you can achieve satisfaction easily right here on this bed." He gestured at himself, hoping the knight would get it.

"Go on, I have no objections--do as you will, only don't be too rough with me."

He looked far more confused. Weren't virginal prince(ss)'s supposed to be overjoyed to get out of their towers?

"Err, no, I mean, we are getting out of here! I'm saving you," he said, extending his hand to Eadric. "That's why I'm here, to save you from the tower."

"I don't need saving from the tower, per se," he said, rolling his eyes. Not another slow one. "Rather, I need saving from my own desires. If you would except those coins and just do me a favor, I'm sure we'll both be much happier."

He examined Wilhelm's appearance and found himself wondering how the knight had even managed to get this far; there was an entire section of his armor missing. Whether it was advertising for the man's admittedly gorgeous figure or sheer ignorance, he couldn't tell.

-x-

Eadric sat on the bed, staring at Wilhelm.

"...What are you waiting for?" he asked, scowling. "Aren't you going to make me yours, or whatever euphemism you prefer? I was under the impression we were going to have intercourse, to put it bluntly." He flipped his hair over his shoulders.

"I wouldn't do this with a dragon ordinarily, but it seems you can change--are you cursed, perhaps?"

"Yes, I am cursed," replied Wilhelm. "I must have a virgin, now."

He sat down in a chair in front of the bed.

"Now we wait."

"...Wait," he said flatly, unimpressed. "Uh-huh. And just what exactly are you supposed to do with a virgin? What's the ritual?"

Wilhelm faltered. He hadn't actually gotten that far. In fact, he had no idea. The person who cursed him hadn't ever told him. They just told him a virgin. That was it.

"...you'll see," he said, sounding completely confident. Despite the fact that he wasn't.

Eadric rolled his eyes.

"Sure. Well I'll bet you that you have to kiss a virgin--isn't that always the cure to spells? Come here and kiss me, and we'll see if it works." He beckoned Wilhelm impatiently with a finger.

"I don't want to wait all day."

Wilhelm stood up and moved over to the bed, but then he realized. He had a phobia of touching people. In fact, he really hated touching people.

"...no, I'm sure that's not it," he replied bluntly.

"...Do I have to order you around and make you do it?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "Or are you going to get over here right now and do this the easy way? Being a prince doesn't mean I can't be cruel."

He toyed with his hair, frowning.

"Get over here or I'll make you. You have five seconds."

He felt himself break into a cold sweat. This was the opposite of what he wanted. He could feel his heart pound in his chest, and it wasn't a comfortable sensation.

"I'll pass," he insisted.

"Get over here or I'll force you," he insisted darkly. "That's a command. Five...four..." He counted nonchalantly, staring at his nails. He had never had to force a man into sex before, but he was more than willing to try.

"Three...two..." He stared expectantly at Wilhelm, daring him with his eyes to stand still.

Wilhelm swallowed, but he didn't move. He couldn't move. His feet were frozen. He was horrified at the very idea of moving.

Eadric stood up; his heels made an ominous sound against the floor.

"Is that a no, Mister Dragon?" he asked, standing no less than an inch from Wilhelm's face. "Are you terrified of a virgin prince you yourself kidnapped? Pathetic."

He grabbed Wilhelm by the shoulder and shoved him toward the bed with surprising strength for a man clad primarily in pink.

"Lay down, or I'll make you lay down. I am not kind when I lose my patience."

Wilhelm awkwardly scooted to the edge of the bed, pressing his back against the wall.

"I'm not afraid of you!" he insisted uselessly, as he could feel himself tremble. Perhaps kidnapping someone like this hadn't been the best idea.

In retrospect, he really should have tied up the man.

Eadric shoved him onto the bed without hesitation.

"Are you going to disrobe, or do I have to do it for you?"

He squeaked, like a woman. Wilhelm attempted to move farther away, but it was becoming impossible.

"I'm not going to take my clothes off! That's not what we have to do, trust me!" he said, feeling a bead of sweat drop from his chin.

Eadric began prying away Wilhelm's armor. Though armor was difficult to remove, he had gotten quite a bit of practice with the adventurers who visited his tower.

"I take it you're a virgin yourself," he said nonchalantly, tossing Wilhelm's boots aside and then yanking down his pants. "You act like a woman."

"You're the woman!", he insisted, flinching every time Eadric touched him.

"Then why am I the only one doing anything?" he asked, running his hands over Wilhelm's thighs. "The duty of a man is to act--if you don't act, then you aren't a man."

He touched Wilhelm's chest, running his hand over the ginger hairs there.

"If you aren't a man, you're a pathetic, sniveling, worthless woman. So do me a favor and be a man so we can get along."

He shuddered violently, attempting to shove Eadric away from him.

"Then get off of me!" he snapped, though he didn't do much to stop it.