In Control (PG-17)

Writers: Len, Emma
Date Posted: 28th September 2011

Characters: G'wen, F'neb, Sylvian (NPC)
Description: F'neb has to deal with Flight Lust and an upset weyrmate, and doesn't do himself any favours when he flees the scene to look for relief
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 3, day 24 of Turn 6
Rating: PG-17

The wine glass hit the wall with a very satisfying crash, leaving a red
stain as the pieces landed in a heap on the floor. But that only
appeased Sylvian for a moment. A book and then a mug joined the glass
before she all but threw herself into the sofa to pout.

That F'neb!

Like she didn't know why he chose to all but run out of their weyr
when that green bugled her intentions to the males that could fly her.
She saw the boy who was the lifemate..saw just how beautiful he was.
And she knew through friends that he was one of those six that her
weyrmate had 'helped' in the past. She had looked them all up and
everyone one of them was small and pretty. In her anger, she kicked
over the low table in front of her as well.

The sound was what F'neb heard as he made his way back into their weyr. The
green had chosen another blue, and he could live with it, but the urge
hadn't gone away. "Sylvian?" he said.

"What?" she all but shouted when he walked through the door. Her face
was dark in her anger.

"I need you," was all he could manage. "Help me." His flushed face betrayed
something of his state of mind. Ornigeth had come so close to that special
moment of winning a flight and sharing in it. And now he needed something
himself.

"And what happened to the oh so lovely M'pell? His green choose
another?" She stood up to face him. When she looked upon his state, she
began laughing. "Look at the site of you!" Her voice was mocking.

"Sylvian," he began, wondering just what it was he could say to her. "I need
you," he repeated.

"Well, if you need me so badly then why did you go running out of our
weyr when M'pall's green decided to fly?" She thought about that boy
with his innocent blue eyes and soft blond hair and wanted to slap
F'neb silly. What kind of fool did he take her for?

"It was Ornigeth!"

At that she did slap him. Hard. "You_dare_blame your dragon..." Out
on the ledge her own lifemate grumbled, unhappy that her weyrmate had
tried to fly another. That just fueled Sylvian's anger further.

"Well, the way I figure it you still have the lovely C'trin you can go
beg to. He looks almost like M'pell's twin. Or should you want a boy
a tad bit taller, there's K'ren. Or shorter--tiny even--there's
R'yar. Or should you want the dark and exotic type, you can always
hit up G'wen. Or you could always see if the creme d la creme of them
all, B'sai, would still want you." She wore a triumphant look on her
face as she crossed her arms. "Yes, I know each and every one of
them, all those boys you 'helped.' So why don't you just go and shove
yourself /between/ and leave me and mine alone!" Her voice had
reached a hysterical pitch by the last word.

"Sylvian," F'neb raised a hand to rub his stinging cheek. "I'm sorry, but I
came back to you."

"And you can go right on back out, you jerk!" On that she slapped his
other cheek.

He fled, what else could he do. A crashing wine glass followed him out.

"Hey!" He headed back in there. "Those are the glasses G'pret got us."

"Well, go shag him as a thank you! Now GET OUT!!"

*****

It had been a long, tiring day. G'wen sat on his bed, wrapped in his
oversized bathrobe and rubbed dry his hair with another towel. When
the door knocked he couldn't help but sigh. He just wanted a moment
of peace before going down to dinner with S'vin and Cardella.

"Come in..." His voice sounded tired, even to him.

"G'wen?" F'neb asked softly.

What the...? F'neb was the last person he expected, thinking it was
going to be S'vin bounding in to tell him about some new boy he had
been with. Putting his towel down, he called out, "come in! What's
up?"

"I," began F'neb. "Ornigeth lost a flight and I need..." The bluerider took
a step towards the young weyrling.

And the weyrling in question leaned back, as there was something
unsettling about the look on F'neb's face. "You need Sylvian, right?
Well last I knew she was in her--your--weyr. Is she not there now?"
**Neath, can you ask Sylvian's where she is?** "You've got a red mark
on your cheek y'know." Just then, Neath gave him a quick run down on
what had happened, via the girl's green. The smallest grin tugged at
the corner of his mouth.

"She asked me to leave."

"I see..." That smile tugged harder on the corner of his mouth. "And
you've come here...why?" As he talked he motioned the other boy to
come over to the bed where he remained sitting. This could get fun.

"Well there's all this excess energy I need to burn off," F'neb came closer,
a hopeful look on his face.

G'wen reached out for F'neb's belt and stood him roughly between his
own legs. "What sort of 'energy' do you need to burn off exactly?"
His hand trailed down to cup the part of the bluerider's body that
said what he was there for.

The touch was enough to bring back all the lust from the flight. F'neb
reached an arm out, hoping to pull the younger lad into an embrace.

G'wen easily evaded F'neb's arms in favour of staying on the bed.
With a slightly wicked gleam in his eye, he lightly kissed F'neb just
below his belt before loosening the object. Biting his lip a bit, he
laid back on his elbows, F'neb still between his knees. "You
planning on standing there all day?"

"You could lose that robe, if I'm going to lose my trousers, " the bluerider
said, even as he reached for the belt of said item.

At that G'wen just rolled his eyes and sat up to grab the boy by the
hips and not so subtly hint for him to get on top. Poor Sylvian,
having to deal with such an indecisive guy! His robe wasn't going
anywhere.

F'neb took the hint, still trying to remove G'wen's robe. "I need this, you
won't regret it."

G'wen laid back and kissed him him deeply. He let him loosen his robe
but not take it off completely. "So I take it you want me?"

"Yes," was all F'neb could manage to say.

"How bad?" He kissed the other boy along his jawline and neck and
press his hands to his backside, pushing their hips together.

"Badly," F'neb was sure that G'wen could see and feel what sort of a state
he was in. F'neb's hands were making their way inside G'wen's robe in an
attempt to show him without using words, given that he intend them to be too
busy for talking.

G'wen moaned as F'enb's need pressed hard against his own hips. He bit
his tongue to make himself concentrate. Still kissing his jaw, his
ear, he said in a low voice, "well here's the thing...you didn't want me
a few months ago, so..." He stopped and tried to slide out from under
the boy.

"I want you now."

"Too bad." He did managed to slide out from under F'neb. "Get out."

"What?" F'neb rolled onto his side, blinking as he looked up at G'wen.

"I said get out." He pointed to the door. "You know, even in Flight
lust you're lousy in bed."

"I beg your pardon?" F'neb got to his feet and stood over G'wen. "I could
show you what you are really missing out on," he reached out to grab G'wen's
arm, in an effort to pull him up close.

The other boy let himself be pulled into F'neb's embrace. His robe
fell open, leaving him exposed and vulnerable. "That's
the thing, F'neb. You're all talk and no action." He could feel the
other's body pressed hard against him and feel his own heart beating
against F'neb's chest.

"Really?" F'neb leaned forward, his lips meeting G'wen's in a kiss. And it
was the type of kiss that could only hint at things to come as lips were
parted, allowing tongues to meet.

"Yes, really," G'wen muttered once the kiss broke. "Any other boy
would have had me nailed to that bed by now..." His voice was husky
as F'neb's lust was infecting him. "If you_really_want me, then why
don't you just take me? Why are you still talking? And why, if
you're the one full of Flight lust, am I the one in control?"

F'neb was tempted, sorely tempted to do just that. But then thoughts of his
weyrmate came to mind, then again, she wasn't here. He pushed G'wen back on
the bed, following him there, legs straddling G'wen as he reached to undo
the robe and lay his hands on the greenrider's body. "You asked for it," he
muttered even as his hands stroked places that should give him a reaction.

"I didn't say play with me, you fool, I said take me." F'neb's
reaction didn't faze him, really. He'd do this for a moment or two
then remember his weyrmate and go running back to her.

As if possessed by dragon lust again, F'neb bent to his task. His lips met
those of G'wen, and clothing began to be removed. There was no room for
argument, or even finesse.

All thoughts of revenge gone, G'wen let F'neb possess him as roughly
as he wanted.

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