Lucky B'vin

Writers: Bree, Eimi
Date Posted: 2nd January 2007

Characters: Dyaera, D'cal
Description: Dyaera questions D'cal's motives when he seems a little too upset about losing B'vin's flight.
Location: Dolphin Cove Weyr
Date: month 1, day 19 of Turn 4

D'cal stumbled away from the circle with more than his usual flight confusion. Looking back he watched as B'vin, _his_ B'vin, was pulled towards the flight rooms by another man. And not just any man, but that sharding red-headed brownrider who was such good 'friends' with Dyaera! The man with his mouth wandering along her body when he walked in her bedroom! The brownrider who leaves clothes on her floor, and who wisks her away from parties when she's supposed to be there with him!

There was no confusion left in the bluerider's mind as he strode purposefully back towards the walls of the Weyr. He knew where he was going, and who he was going to. B'ram could have B'vin, but for now, Dyaera was _his_!

Dyaera was sitting up in bed when he arrived, blinking at him sleepily with her hair tumbled around her face and the sheet clutched against her chest. "Tilarth said you were coming... are you alright?"

Faranth's name, he had never wanted her so much as he wanted her now. His eyes were filled with fierce desire as he crossed the room. That sharding sheet was just in his way. He reached down and began unceremoniously pulling it away from her. Even now he knew that brownrider would be kissing B'vin, caressing him, and the greenrider would be reciprocating. D'cal wanted the same thing, needed it more powerfully than he had ever thought possible as Aosorath's lust mingled with his sudden possessive jealousy, but not for B'vin. He sneered at the thought that B'ram had touched Dyaera before him. But that brownrider wasn't here now. He was, and she would be his. As the explanation for D'cal's state filtered through Tilarth, understanding filled Dyaera's eyes. She'd seen enough men in the clutches of flight lust to understand that D'cal wasn't entirely himself, even if the possessive glint in his eyes seemed a little off.
She caught his hand and tugged him down on the bed, figuring that she could help him soothe his physical discomfort before she worried about his emotions. His lips met hers in a fierce kiss as his hand fought to untangle her body the rest of the way from the sheet. He didn't care he ripped the thing as long as it was gone. "You're mine now," he growled softly as he his lips trailed down her throat, determined to claim every inch of skin as his and his alone. Maybe he could wipe away ever memory of bronze, brown, and blueriders and whoever flaming else had been there before. Everyone but him.

Dyaera helped him push the sheet away, feeling vaguely guilty at how much she was enjoying the side-affects of D'cal's obvious emotional distress. He didn't seem entirely in his right mind as he finally freed her from the sheet and pushed her back onto the bed. Maybe she should have been worried or concerned about whatever feelings the flight lust had brought to the surface.

Instead she found herself giving in to a throaty moan as he claimed her body with fierce concentration that was totally unlike his usual gentle tentativeness. She barely even got a chance to reciprocate, not when he was moving faster than her still recovering body could keep up with. With every kiss, every touch, D'cal saw a parade of lovers floating in front of his eyes - B'ram, J'darin, J'tak. He could just imagine Dyaera moaning and wriggling, groaning and reaching out for each one of them as she was now. It wasn't fair! It should have been _him_! Each time, it should have been him bringing her to the peak of her desire. It should have always been his name on her lips. It should have been him that she invited into her bed to ease her loneliness, to make her feel loved and wanted, to make her feel ecstasy and satisfaction. He covered her body with his, shielding her, corralling her, claiming her as his own. "It should have been me," he groaned as his lust was finally slated and he collapsed on top of her. "It should have been me."

Beneath him, Dyaera let out a soft groan, her hands pushing at his shoulders. "Too much, D'cal," she managed, her voice sounding raw. "You have to move... this is hurting my back..."

D'cal's mind was still foggy with the after affects of flight lust. He pushed himself slowly up on his hands. The look of pain on Dyaera's face was enough to fill him with guilt. "Dyaera! Shards, I'm so sorry," he whispered, horrified with himself. This was why he never went to her after a Flight! "Did I hurt you? Are you all right?"

She squirmed a little, shifting out from under him with a wince. "I'm fine. I'm just sore still from physical therapy, and you're not exactly tiny."

D'cal groaned as he rolled over onto his back. What had he been thinking coming to her like that? He knew he would hurt her. Part of him worried that he actually might have wanted to hurt her, to punish her for not understanding. The bluerider wondered if he might have wanted to cause her pain, like the pain he felt when he thought of her with those other men. The thought almost made physically sick. "Faranth, Dyaera, I'm so sorry I came to you like that." "No, I'm fine," she repeated, curling onto her side to relieve some of the pressure from her back. "I am, D'cal. Please, don't get upset." And she wasn't lying, not really--if she hadn't been a little tender still, she would have enjoyed D'cal's enthusiasm a great deal. Even now she wasn't completely sure she hadn't... the discomfort had seemed minor at the time and was only really letting itself be felt now that her heart was slowing down. "I would have gone to B'vin but it was his green that rose..." It was a lame excuse. D'cal could have found someone around the circle. He _should_ have found someone else instead of making it so sharding personal.

Dyaera winced as she lifted one hand up to pillow her cheek, wondering if the new ache was from something D'cal had done. She just hoped whatever it was wasn't visible... he'd act even more upset if he had left marks, no matter how much she tried to tell him she didn't care.
"Well, you couldn't exactly go to him this time, then. And I really don't mind." Not about that, at least. The fact that he was this upset that someone else had caught B'vin's green made her a little annoyed, though. "Aosorath is just still so young..." Shells, he wished his little blue could have been just a bit more experienced. He was sure B'vin had hoped D'cal would catch his green when it rose. Then he wouldn't have had to deal with these gut wrentching feelings of jealousy and anger. Why did it have to be _that_ brownrider?

"I know." Shards, did he think she hadn't noticed? She always had to come back from flights to face that terrible look in his eyes as if she'd kicked him. She'd begged Tilarth to chose Aosorath since he'd gotten old enough to chase, but Tilarth's smug reply had been that Aosorath was going to have to catch her, first. "Well, just don't blame B'vin. He can't control who wins, you know."

"It's not B'vin's fault. I know he really wanted Aosorath to win." After all, D'cal was the only man he was comfortable with. Shards, he hoped B'ram didn't do anything to hurt his friend. Then again, he seemed to be able to keep Dyaera pretty happy, so why shouldn't it be the same for B'vin?

Dyaera's back stiffened. "Well, I'm glad you've managed to give _him_
the benefit of that doubt. Lucky B'vin." Shards, was this why he always acted so strangely? Was he even interested in her at all, or was this entire confusing relationship just him trying to pretend he wasn't in love with sharding B'vin? She couldn't even tell if she would be disappointed if he was, or relieved that at least she wasn't to blame for his constant mood swings.

D'cal turned to look at her, surprised at the sudden bitterness in her voice. "What's that?"

Sore in body as well as heart, Dyaera didn't spare him. "I'm tired, and now I'm sore, and I don't want to sit around and listen to you moan about how poor B'vin didn't get to enjoy you. If you want to be with B'vin, go sharding _be_ with him and stop waiting for a flight like some holdbred idiot who's ashamed he likes men."

D'cal was shocked. Why would she say that to him?! Why would she throw the fact that he's a bluerider up in his face like that? He rolled away from her, shock turning into burning anger. Why in Faranth's name would she _say_ that?! How did she know what it was like being holdbred and knowing everyone would hate you if they knew what you were thinking? What did she know of shame, now knowing that every friend he ever had could see as easily as the color of his dragon the secret he had always kept from them? How could she be so sharding _insensitive_ to throw it in his face! _Especially_ when it wasn't even true! He didn't want to be with B'vin, and he had plenty of chances. D'cal had chosen her, he wanted her, and yet she could go and take a stab at him like that? To his _face_?!

Dyaera ignored him, struggling to pull the blanket up over her body. She wouldn't give in to the urge to whimper or to ask him for his sharding help... she was tired of D'cal and all of his moods. "I'm going to try to go back to sleep now. I had a long morning." It was obvious he wasn't wanted there anymore, and frankly if he stayed any longer he'd really say or do something he'd regret. Luckily he hadn't had the patience to remove his pants. He had to get out of there before he screamed. Rolling off the bed he didn't bother with his boots or his shirt, he could collect them later if he felt like it, for now though he just needed to get as far away from her as fast as possible. The bluerider took great satisfaction as he slammed the door behind him and turned straight toward her friend L'nar's weyr. **I'll show her just how ashamed I am!**

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