Screaming from the room...(Part 1 of 2) (PG-17)

Writers: AJ Kraier, Jane
Date Posted: 6th May 2007

Characters: F'naren, D'val
Description: In the immediate wake of F'naren winning D'val's mating flight, an off-the-cuff remark by the brownrider results in an earful from D'val about how the greenrider feels about mating flights.
Location: River Bluff Weyr
Date: month 3, day 22 of Turn 4
Rating: PG-17

Slowly, reluctantly, D'val stirred from a deep sleep feeling exhausted and yet very much relaxed, as if a great weight had been lifted from him. The room was enveloped in darkness -- night, he realized he'd slept the better part of the afternoon and well into the evening too.
A lazy breeze carried the sounds and the crisp, clean, earthy smell of rain into the room.

Ordinarily he'd have welcomed this smell, but tonight it was an unwelcomed intruder threatening to erase the other scent in the room:
the scent of sweat and sex that clung to the bedding and to him and to... D'val turned over in bed, and in the darkness his outstretched arm encountered a warm and yielding and yet solid mass beside him in the bed. D'val snuggled closer to the man, smiling to himself as he laid his head on the man's chest. **He stayed...**

}:They both did.:{
**Who?**

}:Jzeth.:{
**So F'naren won our flight again---**

}:Jzeth won it; his rider was just along for the ride.:{
**I'm sure he was...** D'val sighed contentedly, as he settled himself more wholly against F'naren's body.

"Less of the snuggling up, D'val," F'naren grumbled. "There's plenty of bed to go around."

"F'naren? Is that you? Again?" D'val shifted his position a little, but his arm stayed put across the brownrider's torso. "Are you sure Jzeth isn't a very muddy blue or something?"

"B-r-o-w-n," the other man spelled out. "I don't know what he likes about Ayleth, but there's something, apparently." There _were_
permanent and semi-permanent pairings among dragons, he just hadn't thought it would happen to Jzeth. Not that two flight wins was that.
Nobody could say it was.

Three might be enough to clinch it.

"Yes, apparently so." He slowly trailed his fingertips across F'naren's chest. "I suppose we -- Ayleth and I -- should be flattered by the interest."

F'naren picked up the greenrider's hand. "No, no, no," he said, handing the hand back to its owner. "Am I going to have to draw a line down the middle of this bed?"

F'naren picked up the greenrider's hand. "No, no, no," he said, handing the hand back to its owner. "Am I going to have to draw a line down the middle of this bed?"

"No, probably not," said D'val, rolling over onto his back. "It's late. We should get some sleep... well, some more sleep."

"I do have a weyr to go to," the brownrider said idly, not making a move in that direction. "And a bed of my own."

"Yes, you do... and yet... you stayed," said D'val, smiling to himself in the darkness.

F'naren made a face into the darkness. "Bad manners to run screaming from the room, wouldn't you say?" He would have been furious if somebody had treated Jh'slaen that way.

The greenrider's smile faded. "No, I wouldn't," he said, dryly, and rolled over on his side, his back to F'naren.

"Aww, come on, D'val. What do you expect?"

"I... I don't know. Maybe just once the..." D'val sighed. "No. I expected nothing from whomever I ended up with."

"What do you expect from _me?_" F'naren rolled onto his side, looking into the darkness where D'val must be. "You know this isn't ... my preference."

"I know, and I don't expect anything special from you. And if you want to go back to your own bed, I won't be offended -- just don't run screaming. It's late. People are probably trying to sleep."

"You're sounding offended." The darkness prevented him seeing the other man's expression, making him aware how much he depended on being able to see another's face to judge emotion.

"I'm not offended -- at least not by you. It's just..." Grateful for the shroud of darkness between them, D'val paused for a long moment to bite down on his lip to stop it from quivering. **I _refuse_ to cry in front of him on top of everything else,** he told himself. He took a measured breath, and said, "It's easier to... ignore... to forget...
when you don't know the guy who... When you don't know him."

"_Me._ You know _me._ And what do you want to forget, anyway?"

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Screaming from the room...(Part 1 of 2) (PG-17)