Flying With Dragons – MM

About Flying With Dragons

Author: Sean Michael

Word Count: 11000

Page Count (pdf): 45

ISBN:  978-1-988377-46-9

Date Published: February 20, 2017

Publisher: Sean Michael

Price: 2.99

Genre: Fantasy

Pairing: MM

Series name and number: n/a

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Having annoyed the council, Grunk is assigned the job of Director of Human/Dragon Relations. Unfortunately for Grunk, he hates the city, he’d rather be in his dragon form than his human one, and he already hates the job even though it’s only his first day.

Then he meets his assistant, Kyfan, and he’s instantly smitten. When he finds out that Kyfan has never really flown and rarely spends any time in his dragon form, Grunk is shocked and insists on changing that, immediately. After all, flying with the lovely Kyfan’s way better than sitting behind his desk in his office.

It turns out that Kyfan is a lovely little dragon and once they’ve flown together, Grunk knows that they share a bond and he prepares to make his claim. The fact that it’s going to annoy the council is only a bonus.

Originally released with another publisher.


Chapter One

Grunk let the early morning updrafts lift him into the clouds, the vapor wetting his scales as he went through the white haze. For a while, he drifted within the mist, flying blind and free, letting the wind take him where it would.
He could feel the heat of the sun as it rose, though, burning off the clouds, and he knew the day was starting in earnest. While he didn’t really care if he angered the dragon council by not showing up on time for his first day as director of the Dragon-Human Relations Department, he did care about having to stand through another four- or five-hour lecture on the subject.
The council had some long-winded bastards sitting on it. Grunk could vouch for that.
He circled his way into the city, trying to ignore the way the air always felt different here than it did back home at his cave deep in the mountains. Everything was fresh and cold in the mountains, the patterns of the wind easy to predict, warm streams of air coming naturally from the different levels in the ground below. In the city, there was nothing but heat and updrafts, the air smelling of humans and buildings, of steel and concrete.
Eventually, he made his way to the tall government building housing his department and landed on the roof, his clawed feet barely making a sound as he settled. He was a dragon through and through, and could be surprisingly agile and easy on his feet for all his size in his natural form.
He shifted, never as at ease as a human as when in his dragon form. The change itself was easy enough, for all he didn’t do it very often, but he was more sensitive to the weather in this form. His ears and eyes didn’t work as well, and he didn’t like feeling small. Though, he had been told that he was large for a human.
Moving into the changing room on the roof, he found his locker and the suit — Jesus, a suit including the fucking tie, was there no end to this indignity? — left there for him. He pulled it out and looked at it for a long moment, seriously contemplating going back out to the roof, shifting, and taking off back to his beloved mountains.
He didn’t.
It seemed to take forever to get the shirt on, the buttons feeling impossibly small to his fingers. When he finally got it all on, the suit fit well enough, even if the tie felt like it was going to strangle this shit out of him. Who on this green earth had decided that these things were a good idea? Surely even humans found the tie uncomfortable, if not the rest of the outfit. He felt like a youngling, playing dress-up.
He ran his fingers through his hair — because the humans were uptight about things like having one’s hair lying flat against one’s head and not having dirt smudges on one’s face — and headed to the elevator where he took the moving box to the thirteenth floor. He didn’t like the moving boxes — flying was so much more efficient — but apparently flying in and out of windows was frowned upon in the city.
Once on the thirteenth floor, it was easy enough to find his office given his name was on the door: Grunkavaliavianstadriastusalimanitak, Director Human/Dragon Relations.
Hand on the door now, Grunk sighed and turned the handle into his new prison. Bright eyes — blue, then green, then violet — flashed at him, a lovely, little lean lad staring at him from a seat behind a little desk, his long white hair flowing feely.
“Good morning?”
Grunk was utterly surprised. Maybe the job was already filled, and this had all been a giant hoax, a joke with him as the butt.
What? A dragon could dream.
“Who the hell are you?” He growled the words out, not used to speaking as a human. At any rate, he was pretty sure the growl was his default. He was also ignoring the very pretty eyes. He was.
“Kyfan, sir, your personal assistant.” The voice was gentle, low, calm.
“I have an assistant?”
Huh. Well, maybe not as good as this whole thing being a hoax, but still, an improvement on his day already. Because, honestly, he had no idea what his new job entailed, only that the council had insisted he take it. The punishment, should he refuse, had been left vague, but even he could read between the lines well enough to know that it would not be something he would enjoy and would certainly be worse than even this director of human/dragon relations thing.
“Yes, sir. I’m here to help. Would you like a pearl tea?”
By the winds, the little male moved like a dream. His assistant was definitely a dragon, of that he had no doubt, and he very suddenly wanted to know what this Kyfan looked like in his true form.