A hot dragon boy walked towards me he looked so cold and cruel but so hot and sexy. I just wanted to jump on top of him and let him pound me into tomorrow. But no, I had to be strong. I had to be the warrior that was my namesake. I had to be a hero. He smiled, a smile like knives, his fangs sharp, his teeth bright. He looked at me and I could tell he could smell my desire. I could tell he wanted me, too. I hated myself for that.I felt gay. I was a gay boy. But I didn't want to be gay.