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[Part of the problem with being a financial advisor, Ali realized, was that it meant he had to work. And it wasn't even the fun kinds of 'work' like stacking coins and sorting them by the quality of their gold or silver, oh no. The king had made it quite clear that any coin-counting was to be done only when requested, or outside of working hours. No, Ali had to do things like read and fill out paperwork, or run analytics on tax revenue and what kind of surplus or expenditures there were in the quarter. Or, at the very least, he had to assign all of that work to one of his several secretaries. After all, he at to at least keep up the appearances of being a financial advisor, and over the last few decades he had gotten pretty good at that. It wasn't impossible, but it also wasn't nearly as fun as counting coins.

Of course, he would get odd looks if he just sat around counting coins all day. To anyone else looking in, they did not see the fearsome dragon Aligrezoph, guardian of the kingdom's treasury. They saw Ali, a normal- albeit quirky- man who kept a very small social circle in the finance department and spent most of his days trying to keep expenditures to a minimum while saving up as much as he could. All for the kingdom's benefit, of course. It totally wasn't so there would be an even bigger pile of coins for Ali to count on his breaks.

Indeed, most who looked at Ali would just see an average-looking man. shoulder-length black hair tied back with a black ribbon, piercing blue eyes, a perpetual frown stuck on his face in most situations. A lean body that was more built for flexibility and speed than strength, and a very simple style of dress in neutral colors. He looked every bit like a stuffy accountant, though Ali would argue that he wasn't really THAT stuffy. He was just comfortable with the form!

He also would not talk about his other form under any circumstances.

On that day, Ali had an armful of expense reports with him. There was to be a meeting, and he had stayed up all night with two of his secretaries preparing these reports. With the midsummer festival coming up, the festivities had to be decided upon and paid for. And, as usual, Ali wanted to keep the expenses as low as possible. For the good of the kingdom, of course. Ultimately his team had prepared a few possible expense reports, with varying amounts spent on decorations, hiring out staff, and paying guards for keeping the peace. Any one of his plans would be acceptable, but Ali was sure that someone would complain. There was always someone who complained and called him a 'coin-pinching cheapskate', but those complaints had picked up more in recent years. Already Ali was annoyed just from the thought of the argument that would happen that day when he butted heads with a certain other advisor. Sparks would fly as usual, and these weren't the good kind of sparks.

But Ali was willing to give it a chance. As people arrived at the meeting- a meeting between the king and his dozen or so advisors in the various ways of running the kingdom- Ali worked to lay out one set of expense reports at each desk. It was only two pages of paper per table spot, so hopefully everyone liked to read!

Of course, when Ali passed a certain advisor, he had to fight the urge to make a snide comment. Instead, he just held out the two-page document to him, trying not to show too much contempt when he spoke.]

Do take care of those papers, will you? My staff stayed up all night finishing them.

[He was a dragon in hiding, not a snake in hiding, but his words still had bite to them.]

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[The sudden change in topic gets Ali to look up, giving Concord a curious glance.]

No, he didn't. He's never been one to share personal stories like that, he's always told people to go ask the other parties involved.

[A trait that Ali is grateful for, since the King knows about Ali's size problem and bullying problem.]

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I suspected as much. I have no clue how you came to be here, either.

[Concord extends a finger and taps it gently to the spot he had his palm pressed to,]

Before he was a King, he came to these lands which were cast in perpetual winter. He discovered me pinned down into a stone, an enchanted sword through my back. I cannot say how long I was trapped like that. Time escaped me as I lay frozen for... perhaps centuries, I do not know. [it's a grim story, he knows, but it should probably be told. Ali would see the scar it left on his back and gut, the only one he had. A unicorn can heal away most wound, but that was too grievous to simply disappear.]

Another might have sawed off my horn or fielded me like common deer. Instead, he set me free and tended my wounds. I was not happy about that, mind you. It took me some time to not act the angry, wild, hurt animal.

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[Ali hadn't been sure if this would be a pleasant story or not, but as he listens to Concord explain his face falls further and further into a look of concern. Ali is no stranger to being mistreated- it's the reason for his general distrust, after all- but this is absolutely horrific. Who could do such a thing? And to someone as honorable and noble as Concord?

Ali's thoughts get away from him, and he comments before he can stop himself.]

Well if course, anyone would be angry and hurt after going through that. Why did somebody do that to you?

[In his mind, whoever did it is already a horrible person. But his question is a reflexive one.]

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A simple lust for power and control. These lands are mine to oversee and this forgotten conqueror saw me as an obstacle. If he killed me, this land would wither until a new guardian took my place. Instead, he saw fit to trap me.

[Concord bothers to crack a small, sad smirk. He's long come to terms with this tale, but the King helped me heal from it. Warmth against the cold he endured so long...]

His empire failed under the weight of an endless winter he himself caused. No records remain, no stories save the one I have to tell, and I cannot recall his name. A fine revenge, that he is lost to time, with no legacy to speak of.

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So he had an absolutely idiotic plan, and then he didn't even follow through with it and suffered the consequences of his horrible decisions. Typical.

[Of evil people mostly, but Ali also has a feeling that the forgotten ruler was human. As much as Ali admires humanity as a whole, there will always be individuals who earn his ire. And this particular dead person has earned it in spades.

'For some reason.']

How did the King win you over? This endless winter was gone before I came to this kingdom, and I hadn't heard of this tale before.

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Quite.

[Humans may be vibrant and worthy of protection, but also known for their hubris. Their King was never a conqueror, he was simply a noble man with a strong will and a good heart. He didn't need to make demands or threats to command a following. People simply want to, because they believe in him. That is rare in royalty, as far as Concord understands...]

With patience and kindness. He tended my wounds and aided my recovery, demanding nothing of me in return. [a short beat] Well, he did demand I not stab nor trample him, a fair requirement...

He called me brother and I could sense no deception in him. The land recovered with me... so, when he was ready, I bestowed it to his stewardship as King. The crown of his place once hung around my neck, after all. [a crown that never belonged to the cruel conqueror who trapped him, turning to dust upon his head when he tried to steal it. Only when the land was healed did Concord have the magic to create another one.]

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[That addition to the story gets a soft chuckle from Ali. He can absolutely picture their king saying that.]

He would have been a young man then, I imagine. To think he was already that wise back then...

[The kindness and patient personality are expected though. Their king has always been like that.

Such a personal story gives Ali an idea though. He had been struggling to think of a suitable gift to give Concord in return, but now he has an idea. It makes him feel a bit silly, but based on Concord's story and his past comments he thinks Concord might like it. Which is why he holds out a hand towards Concord, palm-up, inviting him to take his hand. Such an invitation comes with a quick warning though.]

You cannot laugh about this under any circumstances, understood? I will shove you over the wall if you do.

[He would not, it's a blatantly empty threat, but still.]

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Is that a threat or a promise?

[Concord is so deadpan it hopefully reads as intentional humor. Rare from him, most jokes seem to go over his head. Actually cracking a joke himself is nearly unheard of, usually he responds much too strict and earnest for that.

He does take Ali's hand, curiously]

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[Ali has to pause for a moment, because he honestly isn't sure if it's a joke or not. Concord is so serious all the time, it's hard to tell his 'deadpan humor' from genuine seriousness. It has to be a joke though, Ali decides, given how their conversation has been going. Probably the first time he's heard Concord tell a joke, or at least the first time he's realized it was a joke. Ali makes a mental note to watch more carefully to see if Concord tells jokes in the future.

Was eating the notes at last week's meeting a joke too? Ali isn't sure about that one.

But Ali lets out a soft snort of amusement before continuing:]

You can have it as both, sure. But here-

[With Concord's hand in Ali's, Ali folds his other hand over the top of Concord's. He does run warm, so this might already feel a little warmer than the cool air of a summer at night. But then Ali focuses on his magic for a moment, and his hands suddenly feel warmer. Not so warm as to burn or be uncomfortable, but distinctly warmer in a 'sitting near an open fire after a long day outside in the rain and cold' kind of way.

Ali's tone sounds a bit more sincere as he speaks again.]

As long as you remain here, you won't be cold like that ever again.

[All those years pinned down in perpetual winter had to be miserable, Ali has decided. So Ali won't let Concord suffer through a cold like that ever again. Not just because of the strange decisions Ali has been taking lately either, it's also because Concord is an honorable person, and such a good person doesn't deserve that kind of suffering. A dragon's fire is warm enough for most beings, so hopefully it can keep a unicorn warm too.]

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[The note eating had been part way joke and part way act of defiance. Concord would have said he takes orders from none other than the King, but now he's here and willing to do just about anything Ali wished him to. What a change... but a refreshing one.

Ali wraps up his hand and Concord feels the added warmth spread. Dragons and their magic, he can guess. it is very soothing, but Ali's words are even more so. A very kind sentiment, making Concord wonder how much of his attraction is being drawn to Ali's natural warmth. Physical warmth, sure, but also this kind of caring warmth on display. Ali might be a quirky, strange sort of man, but so was Concord. Neither fit in with the norms of human society fully, they never could, but they're welcome all the same...

It's a pleasant thought. Concord moves his other arm around Ali and catches him, pulling him in to Concord's chest. Their shared bundle of hands rests over his heart and he squeezes the embrace tighter, letting the warmth be shared between them.

He doesn't know what more to say, he thinks that speaks well to his acceptance of the gesture. A touch romantic, he thinks again, also consider how much he doesn't mind that and how curious that is to him.]

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[Two creatures peering in on humanity, wishing to participate but struggling to do so. Perhaps they can understand each other's struggles well, if they try to.

At first Ali tenses for a moment, unsure of what to expect from the sudden movement. But he quickly realizes that it's a hug, that Concord is genuinely hugging him, and he's not sure how to process that. They've hugged before, sure, but it's been in the middle of making out. Moments of passion are easier to accept than genuine heartfelt moments.

But still, Ali finds himself relaxing into this hug and tipping his head forward to rest on Concord's shoulder. He hadn't meant to inspire such strong feelings in Concord, but he will accept this anyway. The 'for some reason's keep piling up, and eventually he's going to have to address them, but for now he can say that this is Concord's way of saying 'thank you' and try his best to overlook how content he feels being in Concord's arms like this.

The warmth in their hands, held between their bodies, can be felt in Ali's chest too. Or at least, he's blaming the warmth he feels in his chest on his own magic. It surely can't be something else.]

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[Ali tenses up at the hug and Concord debates letting it go, wonders briefly if it was too intimate a display. A silly notion, in his mind, given why they're here... so he's relieved when Ali relaxes into his shoulder. He allows the moment to stretch out, basking it that warmth as it were.

When he thinks to pull away, it's only so far as he can turn his own head to Ali. He leans in, catching his lips. It's a kiss with enough urgency to be passionate, but not rushed, not desperate. It's an assured kiss, one he's certain about and confident in. Ali frustrated him, works him up, but that's all turned sweet. Concord invites the push and pull they have to stay, comfortable with it.]

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[They have kissed a few times before, but this kiss is different. It's sweet, grounding. It's not just a vehicle for expressing passion, or for dragging them into a spiral that ends with one or both of them partially naked and spent. It's one with actual feelings behind it, feelings that Ali has been trying to staunchly write off as 'nothing serious'. But all the same, Ali finds himself responding to the kiss, kissing back with the same level of urgency and care.

Their arrangement is strange, to be sure, but Ali accepts it for what it is. They may try to put a name to it someday, but for now actions work fine in place of words.

Ali lets go of Concord's hand, and instead he brings his up to cup the sides of Concord's face. They're still warm from the magic he had been using, making his touches warmer and more welcoming. And when he has to break from the kiss to breathe, Ali finds himself watching Concord fondly.]

So I take it you accept my gift?

[Always cheeky, this one.]

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Yes.

[simple as that, from Concord, before he cracks the slightest smile. He's not really a sort to broadly grin. It does look handsome on his face, all the more so for being a rare sight.]

In your office, I had asked you about companionship. This is plenty suitable to fill that need.

[he slips his own hand from between them, meeting with his other at Ali's lower back. He rubs broad palms there, massaging around Ali's hips. He teases, quietly]

It was cute that you dressed up.

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[That smile does something to Ali. He's never seen Concord smile like that before, and he swears he can feel his heart skip a beat. He had been lecturing himself mentally for acting like a lovestruck teenager before, but this is the moment where he really feels it. He's caught it bad.

He can't even respond to the comment about companionship. As happy as he feels to hear Concord calling it that, his mind is still rebelling against putting a name to whatever it is they have. They bicker and argue all the time, and Ali sometimes finds himself enjoying the bickering (especially when he wins), that's not really companionship is it?

To avoid showing how his face has dropped from confidence to insecurity, he leans forward against Concord again. It's better to be close and hide himself, he doesn't want to be visibly embarrassed.]

Well it's the proper thing to do, isn't it? It's a festival.

[A festival he only saw at a distance, with the company of one person, in an arguably romantic way.

Companionship. He's going to be running from that word for a while.]

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It is... [Concord hugs and holds Ali in his broad arms, letting the man have whatever comfort he's seeking in it.

He does look over the crowd, mingling and awaiting the show of fireworks. Concord's mind is drifting elsewhere, though, maybe because there is a particular thought come to him.

They could be plenty loud while literal fireworks are going off, couldn't they? Not that anybody is much in this wing of the castle, or nearby to Ali's secluded lair of a room by the treasury, but he still thinks it.

He dips in close to Ali's ear and says with his own heat]

We should do something improper before it is over.

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[It takes Ali a moment to remember that had been their plan initially anyway: have relations while everyone else is away from the castle for the festival. Ali had taken the time to prepare for it, even, gathering the materials that the book he found said they would need. Still, he shivers reflexively as he feels that voice close to his ear. And, also reflexively, he grumbles out a quick complaint.]

Not up here we're not! If we're going to be improper, it's going to be in the proper place.

[Down a flight of stairs, tucked away in Ali's private quarters. He wants a bed for this kind of activity.]

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[Concord hadn't even considered fooling around up on the balcony, but the fresh air sounds rather nice. Perhaps another time, if they turn out to be as compatible with further sexual acts than just what they can get away with in Ali's office...

He loosens his embrace on Ali, though his words still follow close by his ear. Feels like that heat is starting to radiate off of him, if he gets worked up!]

Show me to the more proper place, then. Lead the way.

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Very well.

[He's trying to sound like he's completely calm, but there's no hiding the jolt of excitement in him. They're sneaking off to have sex and it feels somewhat scandalous. In the past it's been in the heat of the moment, but this is actually planned and thought about with a clear mind. And Ali is someone who second-guesses everything when he thinks about it with a clear mind.

But he's not second-guessing this, just trying to look cool and all. Which is why he'll push past Concord and go back to the door. He has to drop the warming magic to make a magic light again, but it's fine. They will both be plenty warm by the time they get into bed.

Ali's heart is pounding the entire way down to his quarters though. He might be trying to be calm, but he is absolutely not calm. He's excited, and a little nervous. And once they get down to where Ali's quarters are, he'll pause for a moment to say something.]

You found our previous discussion agreeable, yes? About...you know, what is about to happen.

[Ali, indirectly asking if he can still top.]

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[Following after Ali in silence, he perks up when spoken too. Ali might jolt or laugh or both when he turns to ask his question. Concord already has his tunic peeled over his head, pulling it off his arms so he's bare chested. Casual, he replies.]

... Yes. [is this enough show that he's eager for what is going on here? Not just agreeing, but enthusiastic, somewhat impatient at this point. He folds and neatly sets it aside, taking his sandals off after. Considering Concord was always dressed collar to toe in his uniform, maybe it's strange to see him so easily stripping down. It only takes him a moment to have only the kilt left on, the high waist of it covering that scar he mentioned. Without knowing that, he'd look pristine for a warrior. To the point one might guess he's some coward show-pony, never having seen combat. That couldn't be further from the truth, but appearances are deceptive with unicorns. Most saw a simple man or, when he was transformed, merely a beautiful stallion.]

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[Yeah, he's definitely jolting in surprise when he turns and is face-to-face with a shirtless Concord. He should have expected it, but somehow he hadn't.

And now he's left staring, because Concord is indeed a very attractive man. It's making Ali's mouth feel a little dry just from looking at him. The thirst is real.]

...ah, yes. Good.

[Then, a moment later, Ali seems to get a hold of himself and suddenly looks just a little peeved. It's close to his usual annoyance, especially whenever Concord has started something with him in a meeting, but the presence of a pink blush on his face might betray that it's not just him being annoyed. Other kinds of 'bothered' are involved here.]

Don't just strip your clothes off suddenly! There's a- a process to everything!

[He is absolutely bothered right now. So bothered that he's making vague hand gestures to try and accentuate his point.

Show-pony looks or not, Ali finds Concord to be very attractive. This is going to be a problem if he ever has to look at Concord in a state of undress with other people around. He might have to avoid the training grounds just to be safe.]

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[With just his kilt left on, he tosses Ali a more wry smirk. Very subtle, but the confidence turns strangely devilish on a man known to give off the air of pure virtue. He loops a thumb into the waistband and rest it there with ease. He won't go further, but there's this present idea he wants to.

And there's always poise to how Concord moves, a regimented grace that fine soldiers have. It's clear in just a few steps towards Ali, his free hand reaching up to cradle Ali's chin in his palm. A press of his thumb over the dragon's heated face, to respond]

You have to keep up with me, Ali. [if he's three steps ahead, no lagging behind! Catch up!]

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[Oh. Oh dear.

There's something unbelievably hot about Concord's movements there, and Ali sort of freezes up when Concord touches his face. His brain is short-circuiting and he is trying his best to think of a witty comeback, but he's very flustered right now. So much so that he stammers over his words for a moment.]

That- you-

[It would be all too easy to let himself get swept up in all of this and let Concord do whatever he wants, nobody would blame Ali for being taken in by Concord's attractiveness. Lord, that smirk, it has Ali absolutely ruined.

But no, that's not Ali's style. He's competitive to a fault and easily goaded into responding. So after a few moments of gears spinning in his mind, he finally pulls back slightly from Concord so he can rub at his face. Then he gives a more proper response.]

You hadn't said 'go' yet!

[A weak protest, but Ali's spirit is still there.

And yes he's working to undo his shirt and pull it off now. Mission accomplished at least? Ali intends on keeping up.]

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[No small part of Concord wants to step forward for every step Ali takes back, grab him, and throw him on the bed. He resists in part out of respect, but in part because they already agreed that wouldn't really be what was going on tonight. Ali wants to be the lead and Concord wants to be lead. Tempting as it might be to subvert that, Concord being an aggressive person by his nature, he can maintain control of the urge.

In a show of deferring, he walks around Ali instead of at him again, moving to his back. His hands move and take the back of his shirt and, moving at Ali's pace, smoohtly help him slip out of it.

The fact Concord leans in to kiss a largely healed bruise on his neck, from the last time they fucked around, is as playful as it is placating a gesture.]

You already said go, with your actions.

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[Ali would honestly enjoy that much more than he lets on. It's a fantastic idea that might have to be explored another time, when Ali isn't so focused on doing things 'right' and making sure he shows Concord what he knows. They're both inexperienced and he still wants to act like he knows what he's doing.

Also, as Concord helps Ali out of his shirt, he'll be able to see something interesting: on Ali's back, over his shoulders, are two black marks that resemble dragon wings. They look like a tattoo might, but much more detailed and brightly colored than any tattoo in this time can possibly be. Ali is quick to turn around once his shirt is off though, he's determined to keep facing Concord. He's also going for his pants too, quickly undoing the laces there, though he has to glance down occasionally to make sure he's doing it right.]

Well! Now who's the one falling behind?

[He shouldn't have said that though, pants are slower to take off than a kilt.]