Private Lessons: The Deal (1/3)

Writers: Devin, Estelle
Date Posted: 1st November 2026

Characters: D'miran, M'sar
Description: M’sar and D’miran make a deal.
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 3, day 16 of Turn 13

Moments of tranquillity were rare during weyrling training, but an evening came when the skies were clear, if cold, and the cliffs across the bowl were lit red-gold by the setting sun. D'miran brought a blanket out onto the ledge of his little weyr and made himself a cozy nest next to the warmth of Elamith's hide as the dragon basked in the last rays of daylight. He'd brought a roll of hides with him, and after carefully studying the first, he closed his eyes and shared with his dragon the image of a hold in Dragonsfall's territory from above. Soon the chilly evening would drive him indoors, but for now, he could enjoy the peace.

Then a massive brown flew up to land on the next ledge. }:Hello, Elamith,:{ Nazoth said as he lowered to let his rider down.

"You look cozy," M'sar said as he slid off his dragon's neck.

D'miran looked up, hearing Elamith's greeting, and nearly groaned out loud. How typical that his peaceful moment with his dragon would be interrupted by his irritating neighbor.

"I'm very comfortable," he said waspishly. "And enjoying the quiet up here. Are you staying?"

"Nah, I'm gonna go find company." He looked D'miran up and down. "Unless you want me to show you a good time."

The blue weyrling's dark brows drew down into a scowl. "Don't you ever think of anything else?"

M'sar knew that would get a rise out of him. "I just spent _months_ not having sex. Gotta make up for it. And you . . . I could help you loosen up a little." He smiled at the double meaning.

"I don't need help with that, thank you." D'miran's tone was tight and disapproving, but he couldn't help the sudden rise of color to his face. To cover his confusion, he held up the hide he'd been focusing on. "You should be spending your time studying, not fooling around with half the Weyr."

M'sar had seduced far too many holder boys not to notice the signs. "Hmm, I think maybe you don't like me cause I make your pants tight, huh?"

"I don't like you," D'miran snapped, "because you don't take your duty seriously. You were honored to be chosen by a dragon to defend Pern from Thread, and what did you do? You ignored the Weyrlingmasters' clear instructions. You couldn't even keep your urges in check for a few months!"

"Oh, but you're so perfect." M'sar rolled his eyes, even though he still felt guilty about hurting Nazoth.

"At least I'm putting in the effort to improve myself." D'miran pointedly turned his attention to his hides. "I suppose I shouldn't blame you. You're not used to putting work before pleasure. Might as well tell a firelizard not to stuff itself with scraps."

M'sar clenched his fists. "Pleasure? Do you even know what that is?" Then he realized something and smiled. "Hey, didn't the weyrlingmasters tell us we're supposed to explore sexuality? How've you been doing with that assignment, hmm?"

"I... It's hardly an assignment!" D'miran stammered, wishing he'd never brought up the subject. "I'm doing fine. Anyway, it's none of your business."

A slow grin spread across M'sar's face. "Should I let a fellow clutchmate _fail_ at something? Aren't we all supposed to be helping each other?"

"I don't need help," the holder retorted, doing his best to conceal his dismay. Since they'd graduated to senior weyrlings, he'd been trying to forget about that aspect of their training. After all, no one in the Weyr had showed the slightest interest in him that way except for...well, M'sar. But he wasn't going to think about that!

A calculating look lit M'sar's eyes. "What if you help me study for a candlemark, and then I show you what you've been missing?"

D'miran drew breath to make a withering response...and hesitated. What if he actually did get M'sar to study with him? It might mean the difference between him surviving his training and getting lost /between/. Surely it was his duty to encourage his classmate. He looked across from his ledge to the large, whirling eyes of Nazoth, and felt a sharp twist of guilt in his chest. The poor brown didn't deserve to suffer because his rider was a lazy, insolent, infuriating... He felt himself growing hot and breathless again. How was he even considering this?

"Would you make a proper effort?" he asked, warily. "At studying. Not just lounge around making snarky comments like you usually do."

The brownrider looked like the feline who'd gotten the cream before his expression grew a little more serious. "I don't wanna be _bad_ at formations and stuff like that." While Nazoth had some issues with maneuvers due to his size, M'sar was far more capable and engaged in aerial drills than in classes. But he did . . . struggle somewhat with how drawings on a hide became actions in the air, and vice-versa.

"You aren't bad," D'miran said, too quickly, and then drew back, embarrassed. He certainly didn't want to imply that he'd been watching M'sar! "I mean, you fly well. It's just that there's so many formations that you have to sit down and learn them. Same with all the weather patterns, and the coordinates of the holds. No way around it."

"Such flattery." M'sar put a hand to his chest and fluttered his eyelashes. He snorted. "I gotta learn, like you said, and you're good at studying. So I'll be serious for a whole candlemark. Then I'll take you to bed. Don't worry," he said in a low voice as he gave D'miran a sultry look, "I'll be gentle."

D'miran felt his pulse hammering in his throat, and his fingers tightened on his work, holding the hides to him like a shield to hide the confusion he felt at what that voice stirred in him. **Elamith?**

}:Why not? You both want each other's help.:{ His dragon's eyes whirled faster, and D'miran saw to his dismay that the yellow of shared anticipation and excitement was mixed with contented blue-green. He could only hope M'sar hadn't noticed.

He got to his feet unsteadily. "If we're doing this, there have to be rules. You can't go bragging to the class that I was so desperate to sleep with you that I spent my evening helping you with your work. And you have to really study, not just pretend to." A flash of inspiration came to him. "I'm going to test you. After the candlemark is up, I'll ask you three questions about the formations we work on, and if you get them right, _then_ I'll go with you."

A _test_ before he could have sex? M'sar frowned slightly. Well, it wasn't as if he needed D'miran. If his clutchmate got spooked and backed out, M'sar could always go find someone else. The physical distance was getting to him, though. Their ledges were close, but not close enough to jump over. Easy enough for a dragon to hop across the gap, though, so he asked Nazoth.

}:I'm bringing him over, please make some room,:{ the brown told Elamith before making a hop-glide between the ledges. It wasn't graceful, but it did the job.

"Four," M'sar said as he dismounted. "Four questions, and if I get three of them right, I'll give you a night you'll never forget." He came closer, mouth tilting up in a smirk. "And of course I'm telling everyone I seduced you. We don't have to mention the studying, that's just to make you feel better about giving in."

D'miran swallowed. The ledge felt very crowded, even with Elamith politely shifting aside, and M'sar was close enough now for him to sense the danger that seemed to crackle around his classmate like the air before a storm. What had he done? He could insist on his rules or the deal was off. But instead, he found himself lifting his chin. "Fine. But if you lie and say I fell swooning into your arms or any nonsense like that, I'll - _I'll_ lie and tell them all how disappointing it was."

"I like that you already know that would be a lie." The thrill of conquest hummed through his body as M'sar moved even closer, looking up at the taller man. "Don't need swooning. You're curious, and I'm gonna satisfy you." He brushed fingers along D'miran's chest.

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