Its All Right With Me

Writers: Cali, Eimi
Date Posted: 13th April 2006

Characters: D'cal, B'vin
Description: D'cal comes to his friend in his time of need
Location: Dolphin Cove Weyr
Date: month 11, day 5 of Turn 3

As he stumbled away from the group of men that had been gathered around the greenrider, D'cal's mind was filled with a wash of emotions... frustration, exhilaration, but most of all lust. Greedy, needy, insatiable lust. He needed... something... He needed... someone... but who?

Willing hands reached out to him as he stumbled along blindly. "No, no," he growled, "I don't want _you_..." Who was he looking for?
There were faceless men and women reaching for the bluerider, but he didn't want a stranger. He wanted someone familiar...

He staggered up the stairs in a dragonlust induced fog. Shards, he had never needed another person's body so bad! And yet he didn't just want _any_ body. As he reached the landing he stopped and looked down the corridor, first right and then left. If he went right, there was someone who he had longed for, someone he had reached out to and been pushed away from so many times but who had finally welcomed him into
her bed. But if he went to her now, he wasn't so sure he wouldn't hurt her, or that she wouldn't push him away again. If he went left, there was someone else. Someone who he had wanted, but denied. He wanted them both in that moment. Which one?

The voraciousness of his need finally pushed him to chose. Once he
took a step, there was no stopping him from his course. Those he
encountered in the hall politely stepped out of his way. They knew the look in his eye. They had seen the hunger and the need before.
Finally he was at the door. He shook his head to clear it, if just for a brief moment. **Knock,** he told himself. **You must knock first.**

His fist pounded the door. He was too close to the edge to be so polite.

"Coming" B'vin said as headed towards the door. He gave Serenth a quick peek to see if the noise had disturbed her, but she was still asleep, a slight flick of the tail her only movement. He opened the door, expecting a drudge or maybe even one of the junior weyrlings panicking about something trivial with their dragons; he was not expecting his friend. "D'cal?" B'vin asked, taking a step back. He looked different somehow; was it anger, or pain? B'vin's eyes got bigger as he realized what it was... dragonlust, and D'cal was at _his_ door.

"Aosorath chased," D'cal mumbled as he looked at the greenrider hungrily. "I feel... B'vin..."

He didn't know what to do. If he let D'cal in his weyr, he knew what would happen and it would ruin their friendship; he was sure it would, B'vin had never had a physical encounter turn out any way but bad. If he refused him though, if he closed the door on his friend when he was in need, wouldn't that ruin it too? B'vin was fairly certain that this was D'cal's first flight and he knew how confusing it could be; it would be cruel to reject him in that confusion. "Why did you come _here_ D'cal? You could have had anyone..."

"I need... something. I... I don't know. I just want..." He shook his head slightly. Shards, it was all so confusing. There was only one thought in his mind and it warred with all his Hold-bred sensibilities. "I can go. But... I want you..."

B'vin's mind told him that it was a mistake, but his body responded differently when he heard those words and looked into those olive eyes. He nodded as he opened the door and extended his hand to the bluerider.

Images flashed before D'cal's eyes as he took the offered hand. Images that before he had suppressed and tried to forget. He stepped into the room, searching the greenrider's face hungrily. All those forbidden thoughts were suddenly possible as he looked up into his friend's deep grey eyes. He kicked the door closed behind him and pulled B'vin
close, reaching up to tangle his fingers in his black hair, pulling him down to him to claim his lips in a firey, lusty kiss.

Any leftover hesitation B'vin was feeling disappeared as he became absorbed in D'cal. The feel of his lips, the heat his skin radiated as he pressed himself against the rider. He stumbled towards the bed, trying to remove his tunic in between caresses and kisses. His mind couldn't process everything he was experiencing, but he knew it felt good and that was all that mattered.

D'cal did what he could to help B'vin through his lusty fog, as well
as remove his own tunic. They crawled onto the bed and the bluerider followed the urgings of his desires. A small part of his mind registered how very different B'vin's muscled chest was from the soft flesh he was accustomed to feel under his fingers and lips, but in that moment it didn't matter. It was flesh, and that was what D'cal truly craved. Hungrily, he found a willing outlet for his voracious need.

When his lust was finally satisfied D'cal rolled them both over onto their sides, their bodies seeming to fit together perfectly with his knees tucked up behind the greenrider's, his chest pressed against his back, his forehead against his shoulder and his arm wrapped around his waist. His breath was starting to return to normal, his brain beginning to clear. "B'vin?"

"Yeah?" he replied uncertainly. His body was still trembling slightly from the ecstasy it had been experiencing, a feeling he had long denied it.

Shards, what could he _say_? "Are... are you all right?"

"Yeah?" he said in that same uncertain tone. No one had ever asked if he was okay afterwards, they had just... gotten up and left him.
"Are...are you all right?"

"I think... yes I'm all right," D'cal said with the same hesitance.
He had never done that before... In fact, he had only been with a man once before, as he had been so confused he had run away immediately.
Now he was not confused, but he certainly felt a bit... unsettled.

B'vin laid where he was, unsure of what to do next. By this point, the other men were always getting dressed and leaving. After they were gone, he would start his cycle of self hate and loathing, always culminating with him getting sick in the bathroom. But D'cal was still here, and not making any move to leave; and what was more confusing was that D'cal seemed to _still_ care about him.

D'cal let the silence stretch a moment as he caught his breath and gathered his thoughts. "B'vin... I'm sorry. I know this was... unexpected. But, thank you." And Dyaera would just have to
understand, just as he would have to try to understand when her time came. Part of him worried, though, that B'vin might not understand.

"Sure, and it's okay... I let you in." he replied weakly. "What uh... what do you want to do now?" B'vin couldn't look at the bluerider, he was afraid of what he would see in his eyes. He didn't think he could bear to see his friend look at him with a repulsed look, or worse, one of dismissal.

"I'm not sure," D'cal muttered into his shoulder. He was exhausted,
and a little unsure of all that had just happened. Just how would Dyaera take this news? Well, what was done was done, and he was pretty sure it was the right thing given her present physical condition.
Still, a part of himself felt satisfied, appeased, and he couldn't
quite bring himself to regret or feel guilty for what he and B'vin had just done. "I think I want to lay with you here a while, if that's all right."

B'vin allowed himself a small smile and felt himself exhale a breath he had not known he had been holding. D'cal wanted to lay with him, he wasn't disgusted by what they had done... maybe everything would be okay between them... maybe B'vin hadn't ruined their friendship. He wanted to turn over, to look into his eyes, but D'cal's arm was around his waist and B'vin had never had anyone hold him like that after a flight before. It felt nice and comforting, so B'vin stayed where he was, deciding he would let D'cal take the lead. "It's all right with me."

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