Wind Feeds Fire

AN: This is not my story. This was written by Mishaela when
Fanfiction.net allowed yaoi. I printed it, and now as I see good stories are
needed, I dusted it off and typed it up. All I have done to it is spell check.
Mishaela this story is great. If you want it under your name e-mail me and I’ll
send you the file.

Wind Feeds Fire.

By: Mishaela

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Disclaimer: I don’t own Legend of Dragoon. I don’t own Dart
or Albert- more’s the pity. This fic involves sexual behavior of a homosexual
nature (yaoi). If you’re too young, or don’t like that sort of thing, then
leave us hentais alone and go elsewhere! I mean it! Flames will be moved to the
fireplace to keep all of us warm during the cold season.

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Dart could feel it.

The eyes on his back, that is. There wasn’t any malice in
them, he was sure, but there was a kind of weariness. It’d been this way for
some time now. Every time the Dragoons went to a town to rest and stock up,
there’d been someone following him with their gaze. He wasn’t sure what it
meant, but he was certainly not comfortable with the prolonged watching.

He looked down into his drink, seeing his own blond
reflection. His blue eyes were flecked with red, a sign of his bond with the
Red Dragon of Legend. The Red Dragoon spirit had been his father’s, but that
time was long past. Now, he had to fight against his father to save the girl he’d
known since childhood, Shana.

It was so hard, trying to get it through his head that she
was the embodiment of the God of Destruction. Her mortal flesh held the spirit
of the 108^th Species. At one time they’d professed their love for
one another. Nhe whe wasn’t so sure if he hadn’t been more than a little hasty.
The smile on her face had, at the time, made him think it was right, but things
he’d been feeling recently made him reconsider his words.

All of those thoughts were tied to a person with sparkling
emerald eyes, full lips and a flowing mane of sun gold hair.

A hand descended on his shoulder. Looking at it, he saw the
leather glove of Albert, King of Serdia. His eyes followed the arm up to the
young King’s worried face, “Hey, Albert, what’s wrong?”

“I might ask you the same question, Dart,” the king said
softly as he took the seat next to him. He was dressed in his usual finery.
Green tunic, gilt in gold embroidery, and finely tanned leather pants along
with a green cloak that never seemed to get in the way during all the battles
they ht iht in the past.

Dart looked down into his drink again, “Just thinking.”

“About Shana,” Albert asked as perceptive as ever. He smiled
softly and indicated to the barkeep that he’d have another of whatever it was
Dart was drinking. It was put into his hand quickly and he took a sip, coughing
at the way the harsh liquor burned down his throat, “Not going… light this time…
eh?”

Good naturedly, Dart pounded his back to help ease the
coughing, “Not this time.” He couldn’t help but smile. Albert had done his best
to keep up with everyone, not letting his luxuriant life get in the way for a
split second. He had to admire that.

His hand dropped, “Have you ever wondered what we’d all be
doing… You know… If Doel hadn’t attacked Seles (AN: She originally had Neet in
here. We all know Neet was destroyed by the black monster eighteen years early…
not to mention it’s on a different continent.) And kidnapped Shana?”

Albert got his breath, “I guess I’d probably be embroiled in
a war wiim. im. He had captured Lavitz first, as you should recall. Taking the
head of the King’s Knights as well as his best friend is an act of war.” He
looked at his companion, a ghost of emotion behind his jade green eyes, “Sometimes…
I forget that Lavitz is gone- killed so suddenly by Lloyd.”

Something about the way the young king spoke brought Dart’s
eyes back to his face; seeing, for the first time, the emotion tearing its way
through him. He blinked; there was more in that look than the sadness of losing
a best friend. The Red Dragoon wished there was a way to heal that pain, but
nothing that he said or did could spare Albert of that.

“Lavitz died so that I could live,” Albert said at last, his
voice softer than it had been just now. He steeled himself and drained the cup
before putting it out to be refilled.

“Easy on that stuff, Albert,” Dart said, “The faster you drink
it the harder it hits.”

Albert looked at him, “So? Is it forbidden for a ruler to
drunk now? I thall all things considered, I’ve earned it just this once.” He
paused in his drinking to remove his gloves, revealing long slender hands.
Those delicate appendages lacked the calluses of a seasoned warrior; they were
beautiful and looked very soft.

“It doesn’t help you forget,” Dart said covg ong one of
those hands with his as it went for the cup again. He gasped when there flesh
meet and something sparked between them. Then, he couldn’t stop the feeling of
loneliness when Albert jerked his hand away. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s only natural considering that wind feeds fire,” the
king said and took another drink. He riveted his eyes to his cup, pointedly not
looking at Dart.

The Red Dragoon went back to his own drink, “Tell me about
Lavitz. You knew him best.”

Albert sighed, “He was strong and very kind. Even though he
was a few years older than me, he made sure that I had at least one friend…
Him. No one else was allowed to be so close to me. He was chosen because of his
father’s rank in my father’s army. He taught me everything I ever learned about
life and fighting. I practically worshipped him.”

He wasn’t sure why it came so abruptly and unbidden from his
mouth, but the words seem to ring true, “You loved him as more than a brother,
didn’t you?”

Coloring more than a little, the young king kept his eyes
down, the answer coming out as a pained sigh, “… Yes.”

Dart’s hand went to Albert’s shoulder, “I’m sorry. To watch
him die before your eyes must have been hard as hell.” It had been hard for him
and Lavitz had only been a good friend and capable warrior.

“It was,” Albert admitted, “But I’ve found it easier to deal
with lately.” It was truth. Falling in love with another had taken most of the
sting out of the memory. The young king finally looked at Dart, “I have to move
on just like everyone else. Royalty isn’t exempt from feeling pain, or joy, or
love… I’m just as human as anyone else.”

“I know that, Albert,” Dart said meeting the jade eyes. He
noticed how the green dragoon’s eyes softened when their gaze met. He couldn’t
help but feel he want to drown in those pools. The corner of his mouth curved
upwards in a smile, “How did you come to grips with it?”

“I fell in love again,” came the simple reply.

Dart blinked; not liking the sudden sweep of jealousy that
permeated him right down to his bones, “Oh.” The emotion hardened and drove
into his heart. He hadn’t realized his fondness for the King had run so deep.
Keeping his voice light, he dared a question, “Can I ask who?”

“You can asAlbeAlbert said cheerily, “But I don’t have to
give an answer.”

Putting a finger to his lips, Dart faked a grin, “Can I
guess?”

Albert sighed a little in exasperation, “Sure.”

The new object of the young king’s heart could be anyone in
the party, Dart reasoned, so he started with the females, “Is it Rose?”

“No.”

“Miranda?”

“Too militant.”

“Meru?”

“Too immature.”

All the girls were accounted for. It was time to try the
men. “Haschel?”

“He’s too old for me.”

A pause. “Is it Kongol?”

“By the Gods… He’s so big, it’s frightening.”

Dart chuckled, thinking how the Giganto dwarfed all of them.
Then, he blinked. There was only one person in the group left to be named. His
eyes went to Alb con considering whether or not he should even ask. Wondering
if the King would answer truthfully if he was accurate. He slid closer to the
other Dragoon, letting them be separated by only a few scant inches.

Feeling him get nearer, Albert’s heart quickened and he
forced his eyes to the cup in hand. The Fire Dragoon wasn’t playing fair. He
forced his voice to remain calm, “Yes, Dart?”

A hand stole to his chin, turning the king’s face so that he
*had* to look at Dart, “Is it me?”

Albert swallowed, wishing the question had gone unasked. His
own personal code of honor kept him from lying but he was so afraid of
rejection. He took the only route left- silence. But Dart wouldn’t be so easily
put off.

“Answer the question, Albert.”

“Dart, please,” he began, but was quieted by the shake of
the Dragoon’s head. Damn his royal honor pridpride.

“If you don’t answer me,” Dart warned, “I’ll take your silence
as a ‘yes’ anyway.” He watched the emerald eyes close.

“Yes, Dart… It’s you.” Albert couldn’t bear to watch what he
was sure to happen next. Dart’s face would twist in anger and he would leave
him in disgust. How he wished this conversation had never begun! His mouth
op to to say more- blurt an apology or something similar.

And, to his surprise, it was covered by a firm set of lips
that denied any potential of resistance.

Dart claimed the young king’s mouth briefly, not wanting to
attract too much attention in the bar, but giving in the need to taste them. He
noted the look of disappointment on Albert’s facen hen he pulled away, “Shhh…
Let’s take this elsewhere.”

Nodding mutely; Albert took up his gloves, tucked them into
his belt and followed his companion upstairs. He considered them both fortunate
that they had been rooming together anyway, so there would be no interruptions by
the others. When they passed through the door, he was taken aback by the sudden
ferocity of Dart’s lips as they sought and captured his own. All he could do
was move his hands into the short spiky blond hair, dislodging the red
headband, and hold on.

Thoughts of Shana flew to the furthest reaches of his mind
as Dart’s mouth roamed hungrily over Albert’s. His fingers moved to the fastens
of the cloak, releasing them quickly, and then his hands moved over the soft
tunic at the king’s back. The Red Dragoon pulled them away from the door and
into the room with an impassioned growl.

Albert followed, too caught up in the fact that he was being
accepted by the object of his heart. He’d never imagined that someone could be
so intense. Fleetingly he wondered if it was the influence of the Red Dragon.
Fire consumed everything. Lavitz had *never* been like this.

When those soft, beautiful hands moved to his breastplate,
Dart growled again and kissed harder. He was directinem bem both to the bathing
room, putting more room between them and the door to help frustrate eavesdroppers.
He ran his hands around Albert’s waist before working loose the belt the held
in the soft tunic.

The belt clattered to the floor and then Dart’s hands went
up beneath the undershirt, feeling the smooth skin and muscles. A soft whimper
from the king made him break the kiss and gaze hungrily into those eyes, “Did I
hurt you?”

“By the Gods, no” Albert said quickly and pulled the clothes
over his head. To look at him, one would never know that his body housed a
sacred artifact. His head bowed as he worked loose the leather pants.

Dart caught him before it was done, “Let me.” With care he
slid the leather down each slim leg, letting his fingersst ast along the skin
as they traveled lower.

Gasping, the king bit his lower lip as the dragoon’s mouth
trailed up each of his legs. Behind him, he could now feel the steam from the
bathtub. He’d order it before he went downstairs so that he could let the water
cool some before using it. His feet slipped out of the boots and he kicked them
out into the main room. There was some hesitation and then Dart was upright
again; kissing him.

The hesitation drove home something he’d not yet thought of-
this was Dart’s first time with another man. Rather then embarrass him by
saying anything out loud, Albert took the initiative and began to run his hands
over the heavily muscled chest. One of them slid lower to cup and caress Dart’s
manhood through his pants, evoking a moan. Quickly, he unlaced the front and
tugged them down, over narrow hips.

A coy smile touched the King’s lips, “I want to taste you,
Dart.” Then, Albert slowly dropped to his knees and took hold of the thick cock
with one hand. Tilting his head, He brushed his lips along the underside before
letting the head into his mouth. The king suckled the cap, making Dart cry out,
before working the length into is throat slowly.

Driving his hands into that soft, golden hair; Dart gasped
and felt his legs shudder. It was unlike anything he ever felt before. Every
time the beautiful Dragoon sucked him, he thought he would explode from the
internal pressure. Dart had to remind himself that it was Albert; the proper
young king that was on his knees in front him.

One hand on the inside of a thigh and the other caressing
the heavy sac below his chin; Albert kept at it, pulling back only to catch a
few of the bittersweet drops of desire on his tongue. He’d not been with anyone
other than Lavitz, and it had been a long time since they had been together.
The young king was hungry for this- the attention, the affection, and the
sensations.

Dart couldn’t hold back any longer. His body convulsed and
then he felt like fire was spreading throughout his body; pouring from him the
pulses of essence that filled Albert’s mouth. He wordless cry filled echoed in
the small confines of the bathing room until finally he dropped, dislodging
himself from the hungry lips that had caught it all.

One pearly drop slid from the corner of Albert’s mouth and
he caught it on his finger. Nothing would escape and it went into his mouth to
be sucked clean. His eyes went to Dart and he smiled beautifully, “Did you
enjoy that?”

“You’re… amazing,” the Red Dragoon whispered. His hand
reached out and pulled Albert to his chest, letting him hear how his heart
pounded inside.

“I’m pleased you think so,” he purred back. Albert nuzzled
against the smooth, slightly sweating skin and lis tis tongue trail out along
one pectoral.

Shuddering, Dart moved his hand through the long ponytail
and then pulled the leather out that kept it neatly back. With a smile, he
watched it fall around the king’s face; framing it and making it more vulnerable
in appearance. He gathered a handful and used it to bring Albert’s lips to his,
claiming them fully.

Holding the kiss, the emerald eyed king moved his body into
the steaming tub, feeling the heat instantly. Without a word, he was joined by
the other dragoon. Albert pounced on Dart, pressing his body close so that his
still hard arousal brushed against his companions own reawakening manhood.
Reaching over his shoulder, Albert took the soap between his hands and began to
lather them up.

“Now you want to bathe,” Dart asked with an amused chuckle.
He quieted at another kiss and then felt the soap being transferred to his
hand.

Albert broke the kiss, “No. I need to be ready for you.”
Pulling away, he lay back in the tub and used his legs to bring his lower half above
the water. Then, his shoulders resting on the edge of the tub, he ran his slicked
fingers around his tiny opening.

Fascinated, Dart watched as he slipped on finger into the
tight ring. Getting the idea, He lathered his hands and moved forward, pushing
away Albert’s hand and replaced it with his own. His finger breached the
opening carefully and worked its way deeper. His blue eyes went to the green
Dragoon’s face as a second went through, “Like this?”

“Exactly,” Albert gasped. “It was torture to have those
digits so close, yet so far away. He’d always prefer the act to the prelude.
How he wished Dart would hurry. When three fingers moved inside him with no
trouble, he pushed the hand away and went into Dart’s lap, “I’m ready now.”

Dart decided to frustrate him further, “Not here. The water
will make it painful.” With no more preamble, he picked up the king and slung
him over his shoulder.

Gasping in surprise, Albert was too shocked to struggle and
then he was dumped on one of the two beds. Looking down at the soft mattress,
he noted that it was too small to be of use, “This won’t work either, Dart.” He
then realized that the red Dragoon was already stripping the blankets from the
other bed.

“I know. Looks like it’s gonna have to be the floor.” Dart
laid the blankets flat, and pulled them to get rid of all the wrinkles, “Come
here Albert.”

The young king was on the floor in a heartbeat and reaching
out for the other blond dragoon, “No, you come here.”

Dart knelt down beside him and started as he was pulled
between Albert’s legs, “Impatient?”

“Oh, very,” Albert whispered and sealed his lips to the ones
so tantalizing in front of him. He felt Dart’s cock nudging him intimately and
parted his legs further to make room. He gave a small gasp when he felt himself
being filled slowly, steadily, fully. He panted, breaking the kiss, and writhed
under his fellow dragoon, “Dart… please… move…”

It was so hot. So hot and tight. Dart thought he was going
to lose his mind to the maddening need that surged through him. He wrapped his
arms around Albert and gave a full thrust into that heat, “Ah…”

The action threw Albert’s head back and he moaned loudly,
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pounding into him. Each thrust threatening to push him off the blankets. He
cried out as his body was pleasurably invaded with a fast paced rhythm.

Boiling. Seething. Churning. It felt so amazing- the way his
cock was gripped so tightly, how Albert’s arms wound around his back, and how
his short nails dung into his shoulders. Dart knew he wouldn’t lost much longer
under these conditions. He tilted the king’s hips, trying to get a better
angle, and heard a howl of pleasure as he hit something deep that made the
dragoon’s body tremble violently.

Albert was so close; he felt the little quakes that signaled
his impending orgasm. One hand moved from where he’d been gripping Dart’s
shoulder to his stomach and lower, to the column of flesh that stood alone for
far too long. He grasped it and slid it along his length, giving voice to
another cry of wanton sensation. Nearly there- he just had to hold out for a
few more heartbeats…

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And then, Dart was shouting out hoarsely, his body
convulsing as his seed erupted from within. The conclusion was everything he’d
been waiting for- intense, earth-shattering, and breath-taking. Blood sang in
his ears as he let it all go and shared it with the beautiful ruler under his
heaving chest. Immediately, he collapsed on Albert’s chest.

At the same time, the jade eyed Dragoon cried out, more
softly but no less excited as his own white essence escaped to coat his
stomach, “DART!” His entire world slipped away, replaced by the blue eyed
warrior who had joined with him and impaled him on a sword of a kinder nature.
Albert sighed when the last traces of it seeped from him, sated and happy under
the comforting weight of the red Dragoon.

They were silent for a while, until Dart rolled off and
pulled the king against his muscular frame. Albert draped an arm across him and
laid his head on one strong shoulder. All too soon the weight of their quest
fell upon him again, “There is so much to be done.”

“Yes,” Dart answered, his lips moving to the crown of gold
hair, “And, unlike Rose, I don’t want to face it alone.”

“You’re not alone, Dart,” the young king whispered softly, “I’ll
be at your side… to the end.”

The words made him smile and Dart wrapped both his arms
around the Green Dragoon, “My dad won’t win… We’ll see to that.”

Silence reigned again and Dart had one final thought as he
drifted off into a pleasant doze.

*Boy… How am I going to explain this to Shana?*