8 Your name

Francis got his mother checked by the physician but he could not tell him what the problem was. They told him that his mother was suffering from a disease that they didn't know about and that they couldn't help him. He worked extra hard in the following days to get enough money to get her checked by better physicians.

He went to the forbidden forest and gathered herbs to make medicines for her but it didn't help her. It felt like her situation kept getting worse every day and that he might lose her. His sister stayed home with her and did her best to take care care of their mother. Nayla used her magic in the shadows to worsen her situation so Francis would have no choice but to go into the arms of Alexander. She did her best to make sure that Francis didn't stop thinking about Alexander.

Francis made her way to the forest to hunt. He had a big order to fulfill to get his mother better treatment. He walked absentmindedly and wasn't even looking where he was going. He tried to figure out how his mother got so sick out of the blue but no idea came to mind. He had a lot of worrying questions and wanted them answered but didn't know who to turn to.

He had these flashes that look like memories where he was being clawed at his back by a dragon. He has never met a dragon so it bothered him why he kept seeing that. He thought that perhaps he was seeing a vision of what might happens in the future. Then there were these weird dreams he had of that man that visited his shop. Very erotic dreams that he would never be able to describe out loud.

He felt such a strong yearning for the boy that his body would turn scarlet just at the thought of him. Without him, he felt incomplete with this insatiable hunger that only he could fulfill. He got pulled by a hand behind a big mahogany tree and that brought him out of his thought. He reached for his knife in defense before he looked up to see his attacker. He froze when he saw the man who troubled his mind for the past few days.

"We meet again," said Alexander holding him against the tree. "Tell me did you think about my offer?" he asked him but Francis was too surprised to answer him.

They stood there and looked into the eyes of each other for a while. Francis was so surprised to see Alexander that it felt like a dream to him. A voice in his head was screaming," Kiss him," but he ignored it as best he could. His eyes wandered down to Alexander's lips and he licked his lips as they felt dry.

"Do you like what you see?" Alexander asked when he noticed his long stare at his lips.

"No," replied Francis in a soft almost non-existent voice but Alexander still heard him.

"So cute," he commented and Francis looked up and met his eyes. His eyes were wide with shock when he heard the compliment that Alexander gave him. "And what is your name cutie?" he asked.

"Why should I tell you? I don't even know you," he mumbled looking at his feet. He was blushing so much on being called cutie by the same man who had driven him out of his mind with erotic dreams. He didn't dare to look him in the face after that, he felt ashamed of making the man the subject of such thoughts and dreams.

"By telling me we will get to know each other won't we and you can ask me whatever you want and I will try my best to answer you," he replied in a hoarse voice next to his ear.

"Why are you being so nice to me? I could be a bad person, aren't you scared that I might hurt you?" he asked looking into Alexander's eyes. His words reminded Alexander about the night when Francis attacked him and how he almost killed Francis during the fight. The two of them were a danger to each other that he understood but he just couldn't stay away.

"My little rabbit should be more afraid of me, there is so much that I can think of doing to you right here," he replied and wrapped his hands around Francis's waist. "So you should be more worried about yourself than you are about me. If you don't mind I would like to know your name."

"Francis."

"The prettiest name I have heard so far," he said making Francis blush even more. "I want to make you mine Francis and in a grand way too. What would you say if I asked you to marry me?"

"I would say no. How can I marry a man I barely know and I don't think that it is right for two men to be with each other in that way," he explained looking anywhere but at Alexander. His proposal was appealing to him but he didn't want to admit it. He was still not sure how he suddenly began to think of a man in such away. Or why he was feeling such a strong desire for a man she met for less than twenty minutes.

His feelings were a mystery to him and he needed to figure them out before he could do anything about them. As much as two men being together was normal, he wasn't a fan of it. He wasn't a hater but he didn't understand it and he had a habit of staying away from the things that he didn't understand.

"In what way don't you think two men should be?" Alexander asked feigning curiosity.

Francis tried to answer him but every time he opened his mouth the words would refuse to come out. He felt so small with Alexander questioning him but he couldn't utter the words that he wanted to hear. Just thinking about the words sent a blush to his cheeks.

"Like this?" Alexander asked and locked their lips in a kiss.