A Fine Line Between Hate and Lust (PG-17)

Writers: Emma, Len
Date Posted: 18th March 2011

Characters: V'con, Ch'din
Description: V'con's blue catches arch enemy Ch'din's green for the second time running, and the boys have to deal with the aftereffects
Location: Dolphin Cove Weyr
Date: month 1, day 1 of Turn 6
Rating: PG-17

Cacholetyth had flown long and hard, he knew he could win the gleaming green prize in the skies who seemed determined to tease her suitors before finally deciding which one would please her today. And that had led to the situation his rider found himself in again.

Ch'din's bed was not where he would willingly choose to be, and he knew that Ch'din knew that, so why that green of his would even entertain the idea of this happening again... Maybe he could just dress quietly, leave a note to thank him for the good flight and slip away without having to actually talk to him. This was a conversation that he really didn't want to have, a note was an easy way out.

So he gently sat up, planting his feet on the floor and stood, only for the bed to creak as he did so.

"Bloody shards, not_again_!" Ch'din bolted upright, all hazy feelings of a well flown Flight gone. He snatched the covers over himself and glared at V'con.

"For Faranth's sake!" V'con returned the glare. "I'm just going to leave if that's okay with you. No need to make a fuss over it."

"Fine then! Maybe I can go find a real man then, not some little boy like you!" Ch'din shouted back.

"I'd say you were the child, making a fuss like a three turn old who's
thrown his toys out of bed."

"Oh please, you're the one who started all this, sneaking out of the bed like a little boy!"

"You were asleep, and I was going to leave you a note. Remember those
classes we took as weyrlings? The one that said if you had to leave, then
leave a note." V'con's words were slightly muffled as he'd located his tunic by this point as was pulling it over his head. "This was exactly what I hoped to avoid."

"They also said in Weyrling class that if you hated the rider of the green that was about to Fly, then you should get your dragon out of the Weyr. At least you have a choice. I don't get any bloody say in who fucks me!" Tears of frustration and anger and only Faranth knew marred Ch'din's otherwise delicate face.

"Don't you think I would have had I known your green was even close to
rising. I had no choice in the matter either."

"Well, if you hate me so much, why didn't you ask around and then get the
bloody shards out before she did? You at least had that choice." Ch'din
stood up to dress himself, throwing V'con's underwear angrily away from
where it lay on his tunic.

"Because I'd just got back from transport duty, there was no time to think about it."

At that Ch'din snorted in disgust at him. "So what...you're_always_coming back from transport duty and can't get a chance to ask around? Like my green just so happens to instantly go into Flight heat? Give me a break."

"Give you a break?" V'con snorted. "You were the one that wouldn't give
anyone else a break as candidates, you were so determined to tell anyone and everyone you'd impress bronze and end up Weyrleader, and I, I was a lowly little crafter who'd be lucky to get near the sands."

Ch'din came around the bed to stand nose to nose with the blue rider. Well, more nose to chin...V'con was considerably taller than the greenrider. "Go stuff yourself /between/!"

"Not unless you go first," V'con closed the distance even further, their
bodies now touching. "I ought to thump you into the next sevenday." He
looked down on the greenrider, "Give me a reason not to," he growled, even as he reached for Ch'din.

"Thump me, I dare you." He grabbed the belt of he blue rider's trousers and pulled them, pressing his hips to the other man's.

That was all V'con needed to feel, as their bodies touched somehow there was no reason not to pull the greenrider into an embrace, then push him back onto the bed and follow him there as actions began to speak louder than words.

Ch'din kissed the blue rider deeply, as V'con moved against him. Part of
his brain was screaming at him to push the jerk off him and run out of the Flight room as quick as he could, but he just couldn't stop. He wanted this so badly. And the man moved like the Flight was still happening, how could this be a bad thing?

All too soon it was over, V'con was suddenly pushing himself off the bed, a look of horror and disgust on his face, one that was worse than before.

Ch'din couldn't even look at him. He crumpled up in a ball and sobbed. How could this have happened? And why--why??--did his green have to like
V'con's blue so much? All he could do was point at the door for V'con to
just get out.

V'con could only take that hint. Hastily he dressed fully, grabbed his boots and left. Just what had he done?

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