The Dragon's Treasure (BL)

 "Come now, give me your hand," Brandon said as he sat in his slide. It was a very big one, and his horse was already tied to it. 

The only thing that Pan did not like was the fact that should he sit next to Brandon, he would actually have to sit in his lap.

"I, well…" Pan said, wavering. 

His apple's seedling was in a bigger pot now, and Brandon's scale was deeply in its roots.

 Pan could already feel better. Already knew that he was going to be fine. But now he had to pay his debt to Brandon, and something told him that Brandon was not going to let him just ignore it all.

"No, really, I'll keep my hands to myself. I swear," Brandon really believed he was sneaky, luring Pan into his lap like that.

 But Brandon had not accounted for one thing.

"Can I be at the back?" Pan asked.

He really wanted to test Brandon to see if the dragon respected him or if he just saw him as a pretty face.

 "Sure!" Brandon winked and then positioned himself so that there was space behind him in the sled. 

Pan blushed.

 He had not expected to get his way. He had not wanted Brandon to let him. A part of him wanted, desperately so, that Brandon turned out to be possessive. 

That he would start to ignore Pan's rights, so Pan can feel good about leaving him in the dead of night.

Stealing away with the scale like a thief. 

He looked at his feet. His grandmother would have scolded him had she known that he wanted to do such a thing. 

Brandon was too far gone now to notice this internal struggle, being carried away at the fact that he could get to be hugged from behind by Pan. 

As Pan sat behind him and wrapped his arms around him, Brandon leaned in. He was too tall for his head to fit under Pan's chin. But he still enjoyed the fact that Pan was not moving so far away from him that he wouldn't touch his head with his lips. 

"Ok then, let's go. Come now, Horace. Get us to the village!" Brandon said as he urged his horse forward. 

The snow had not been cleared, and the horse had a bit of trouble, but the rune on his hoof allowed him to tug the sled further and further down the mountain. 

"So, about this pregnant woman?" Pan said, hugging Brandon for warmth. "I have never delivered a child before. Is she too far along?"

"I think one of them was also close to delivering last time I was in the village. She has her contractions right now," Brandon said, not knowing what sort of fear those words invoked in Pan. 

"But I have never..." Pan began, only to hear a chuckle. 

"You have never what? That's just a woman who needs help. I am sure you'll be able to help her. And if not, then you could just help me stay calm," Brandon said. 

Pan chuckled. He simply couldn't help himself.

"You seem pretty calm already, how can I possibly help you?" Pan asked, as Horace took them further and further down the mountain.

"Me? Calm?" Brandon asked. He took off his pendant, with which he monitored the pregnant woman in the village, 

"Look at the red light! It terrifies me! But what can I do? Those mothers need my help," Brandon said, then he leaned back into Pan, took a hold of the man's hands, and made so that Pan was securely hugging him. "And you can tell me a story while I deliver the baby. Maybe it will calm the mother as well."

"I don't know, I just," Pan had never felt so confused in his entire life. He knew that Brandon wanted him; he could feel it in the link between their souls. 

The red ribbon was already betraying the dragon's thoughts to him, or at least, the feeling of the emotions he felt towards him. 

And yet, Brandon appeared to be giving him his space. Not only that, but Brandon seemed not to want to rush things.

"What do you think they'll name the baby," Brandon asked, trying to distract Pan.

"I don't know, maybe they can name the baby after you?" Pan was almost sure that the midwives back in his village had this strange honor. 

And if Brandon was a midwife as well, then why shouldn't he have the honor as well?

"Oh no! Not another Brandon!" Brandon said with a chuckle. "If the boy is really going to be named after me, then there will be much confusion in the village. There are 10 Brandons born in the last year alone!"

Pan couldn't help it. He chuckled. He buried his nose in Brandon's nape. Took a deep breath.

"But you know, there are no Pans," Brandon said, as he relaxed in Pan's hold. 

"Mm-hmm," Pan said, barely being able to control himself.

 "And if there are no Pans, then there should be at least one! Don't you think so?" Brandon said knowing that he scent was driving Pan crazy.

"Brandon I..." whatever pan was going to say got lost to the wind for Horace made a stop.

Brandon opened his eyes. He clicked with his tongue. 

Oh, they were in the village. It was time to go to work.

"Save that thought," Brandon told him, for he really wanted something to look forward to.

The pendant was shining a red light. A pulsating red light. It had started off with pulsating for 10 minutes every hour. Now it was pulsating for 1 minute every 5 minutes.

Brandon knew that soon he would be fighting with the Grim Reaper himself.

"Brandon," Pan asked as he nuzzled his nose into Brandon's nape.

"I said to keep that sweetness for later," Brandon patted Pan on the hand and then stood up. Soon he was rushing down the snow-covered streets and making his way towards the small house he had bought to serve as a clinic. 

It was nothing major. His cottage could be moved from place to place, after all. But now he had Pan, and this village needed a healer. Why not him? 

"Brunhilde, Brandon! Her waters..." A man said, holding the hand of a heavily pregnant woman.

"Well, dear, it's just like we spoke about. It's time for you to meet your darling!" Brandon said, already taking a hold of the woman and helping her to her feet. 

"Let's get you settled in," he winked at Pan, and then he helped Brunhilde sit on the bed.

Pan busied himself with worrying his lower lip. For he knew he couldn't help. But wanted to.

Desperately.