Anthony was screaming into his pillow one morning, face down on his bed, his dragon features out, and his tail flailing everywhere. His sister, Aisha, was sitting on a chair at Ashton's desk. Ashton was in boxers while his sister was in a tank top and jean shorts.
"What the hell, man?!" Ashton was screaming into his pillow.
"Sounds like a better choice than your now ex," Aisha said, watching her brother. Ashton groaned into the pillow, then sat up, his face red. Aisha knew her brother hadn't been great with his past crushes, but that's what her job as his sister is all about. Protecting her little brother. Aisha let a sigh pass her lips. She could see something with her brother when he thought about Lance, but refrained from saying anything or naming what that feeling could be.
"You look like you enjoy how things are with Lance now?" Aisha said, looking at her brother while his wing came up to cover his face. Aisha knew he wouldn't say anything because his boyfriend had practically dumped him, and then his former boyfriend had moved on immediately. "Look, Ashton, you know Lance treats you better than Trevor ever did."
"I'm painfully aware of that, Aisha," Ashton groaned, rubbing his face. "Besides, what the hell am I supposed to do when I see Lance again?"
"I don't know," Aisha said. Her body language was suspicious as she stood up and headed for his bedroom door. Ashton was confused. Then Aisha opened the door, and there stood Lance. Ashton's face went completely red, the blush reached to his ears and down his neck. Lance froze in the doorway. His eyes were all over Ashton and his dragon features. Normlly Ashton hid his dragon features because perverts always asked to sleep with dragons when their extra features, like wings, tails, and horns, were visible. It was just a part of mixed races like Ashton, but people get dirty-minded thinking of things. So Ashton learned to hide them often. Ashton frantically hid his features. Dragons of mixed race have enough power to hide their features; they dissolve into dust in a way to hide their features. Ashton ended up falling out of bed on the floor with a harsh thud. Aisha left the two guys in the room together. Ashton grabbed some clothes to pull on, mostly to avoid embarrassing himself any more than he already has. Lance watched him, frozen in the doorway. For a gargoyle standing still like this, in front of the person he claimed to be the partner of when the person claimed to have amnesia, was strange. When Ashton stood up, fully dressed, he couldn't make eye contact with Lance.
"Uh," Ashton avoided Lance's eyes. "How much did you hear?"
"I heard you talking about Trevor," Lance said, stepping into Ashton's room and shutting the door behind him. "I thought you didn't remember him."
"I..." Ashton's words trailed off, seeing a change in Lance's eyes. Something dark, and something Ashton hesitated to name just yet. Ashton came up with a quick lie to get around this, backing away a few steps from Lance. "I remembered he and I were together, but we broke up at some point... That's when you and I got together, right, Lance?"
"..." Lance kept coming up towards Ashton. Ashton kept backing away till his back hit the wall. Lance came up close and caged in Ashton against the wall with his arms. Ashton felt his entire body burn up. He knew Lance was an attractive person, but he had never seen the gargoyle's face this close. Lance trapped Ashton. Ashton glanced past Lance and saw the broken door nod. Ashton cursed himself internally for not getting that fixed before this. Lanced leaned in, his breath against Ashton's neck and ear. "What else do you remember? Anything about me?"
"What- I um," Ashton's mind began to short-circuit. He tried to look away, but Lance took hold of his face. Ashton's heart leaped in his chest.
"Don't look away from me," Lance told him. Ashton couldn't say anything; his heart was pounding in his ears. He felt his legs shake from how flustered he was. Time felt slower around them. Like it stopped completely. Ashton couldn't move. He couldn't look away. Lance pressed closer. Ashton found himself trapped between the wall and Lance. The closer Lance was. Ashton could feel Lance's build against him. If Ashton had to guess, Lance had abs. Ashton felt weak around guys built like this. Before Ashton could try to react, Lance pressed fully against him and kissed him on the lips. Ashton took a sharp breath through his nose. His hands grabbed onto Lance's shirt. Lance's body pressed fully against Ashton. One of his hands slid down Ashton's side and took hold of a sensitive angle of Ashton's hip, making him squeak. He never broke the kiss. If anything, he deepened it. Ashton managed to keep up a little, but he was losing air in the kiss. Lance slid his free hand around Ashton's body, then up to his hair, tangling his fingers, holding him in the kiss.
Lance broke the kiss for a moment. Ashton heaved, trying to catch his breath. Lance wasted no time and latched his mark on Ashton's neck. Ashton let out a sharp breath. Lance licked at his neck, then bit down on the skin. Ashton covered his mouth to hide the noises that tried to come out. His legs were quivering. Lance kept working on that one singular spot, again and again.