Breaking Point [Invite]

D’hys honestly didn’t care one way or the other about the lashing and wouldn’t have gone at all, except there was a huge potential for making some easy marks. With Z’ia, they had set up a betting pool for the number of lashes the runaway would get and if the boy would cry. Other than that, he was there to see what kind of people would cheer or protest and for the sheer amusement it was bound to bring.

He was actually surprised how quickly it came with the kid spitting on N’gelt and then the girl that seemed to like arguing with every decree and so-called injustice opened her mouth again. She was definitely entertaining, if only for how childish she was with her ideals, but the knife fight? That was pure gold. Speaking of gold, Jada was a bit amusing with her naïve ways as well. “Too bad S’kef still isn’t Weyrsecond. He would shut her up and the precious baby goldrider as well. Both of them are barely weaned from sucking their mommies’ tits, do they really expect to know shit about the weyr?” D’hys actually wasn’t sure who would annoy him more if he wasn’t currently having a laugh at their expense.

Naturally, D’ren had to appear to stop all the fun, though watching N’gelt and Tsuen get reamed sort of made up for it.

He was starting to tune the Weyrleader out, however, when the man began prattling on to the audience. Still, he heard enough to voice opinions in a casual speaking volume, anyone close enough could catch, “if the children need us so badly, let them run away, face predators, and drown in the ocean. Their whiny asses will quickly realise how much they need us then.” He knew they needed the kidnapped brats to Impress and there likely had to be a better way to go about acquiring them to make them stop whining so much, but Katila wasn’t a bad place to be anymore! A little gratitude wouldn’t kill them.

The more D’ren spoke, the more D’hys realised the man was just as delusional and naïve as his little pet goldrider. “Most of us don’t have a home to return to!” He called out before he could stop himself. The fate his mother suffered because her sweet green caught the plague, and how he turned his back on his sisters who he had been close to came back to him with a flood of other memories that had been better left buried. D’hys started to tremble with rage aimed at D’ren. He knew he deserved some of it himself but the leadership were far easier targets. “I found peace once more here in Katila and now you want to take it away from me to satisfy some whiny bitches? Fuck you, D’ren!”

Confused by the bombardment of emotions, D’hys missed any reply he may have received along with D’ren’s promise about the change in punishments. Once, he had held onto the hope of returning north but turn after turn passed and he knew it just wasn’t feasible any longer, so he learned to enjoy what the south could offer and it was safer for Zeianth as well. Now, though, he liked where he was and the life he had settled into and was pissed at the way D’ren tried to handle them while coddling the brats brought to them. Right then, he wasn’t much better at handling anyone either. As he turned to leave, D’hys grabbed Z’ia by the upper arm before realising what he was doing and quickly released his friend. “I’m out of here. You coming?” He switched tactics by asking instead of simply dragging Z’ia along before starting his way through the crowd by shoving aside anyone that didn’t move.

D’hys, you’re not acting like yourself. What’s wrong? Zeianth’s normally mellow tone was coated with his concern as he ruffled his wings in aggravation from atop the roof he had claimed to keep an eye on everything. Nothing’s wrong. I’m fine. Their bond was too strong and they had been together too long for that lie to ever be considered a truth and D’hys was called on it. No, you’re not. You never get this riled up.

I’ll be fine once I’m away from these fools. How he hoped that was true when he was also currently haunted by his forgotten family.

Z'ia had been enjoying himself - immensely - as he watched the unprecedented level of drama unfold before his laughing green eyes, leaning casually against D'hys as the short bluerider made snide comments at appropriate points in time, designed to break the building tension in the small circle of people that surrounded him. It worked, for the most part, causing a lot of subtle snorts and giggles though the frowns the laughing audience got from those who didn't hear Z'ia's input were dampening the fun.

Standing up straight, the tiny bluerider watched with interest as Ronarth came bellowing in to join the fray, and people were sent (figuratively) flying in every direction. D'ren was always a party pooper, and Z'ia had quickly learned not to expect anything else from the uptight and upright man. The man just about had firelizards if you walked around without a shirt on. His precious Northerner getting lashed was hardly going to sit well to start with. The bluerider smirked to himself as the man tore into Tsuen and N'gelt, quite publicly and without apology. "He must be really pissed."  The comment was low, and designed for his immediate group of listeners. Some sniggered, most shot him glances that clearly implied he should shut up. Z'ia's smirk widened.

Then his eyebrows shot up, shockingly fast, as the next person to jump in on the drama was D'hys. With subtle movement, Z'ia slid away from his friend. He enjoyed D'hys' company and the man in general. He wasn't however, interested in sharing whatever wrath he might bring down upon himself by - Ooh, the F word! Z'ia swallowed a laugh, watching him with amusement as D'hys spat out words of attack; the little bluerider was listening to them with avid interest. His relationship with D'hys was founded on what had to be known (and a good deal of particularly skilful sex) but not a whole lot of what didn't need to be known.

The hand that shot out to grab him by the upper arm had a pointedly given look to it, before green eyes turned to stare up at D'hys, remarkably aware of the other man's additional height and included strength but not the slightest hint of fear or worry. Instead, Z'ia's eyebrows arched almost mockingly and a moment later his arm was released. He was no green, to be jerked around like a piece of meat! As his expression mellowed, Z'ia eyed D'hys thoughtfully as the older man shoved his way through the crowd, unsure if he should bother following.

It would be wise, Aveleth put in mildly, taking wing from his own rooftop perch to glide lazily over the crowd, well and truly high enough to prevent any need for caution by the humans. Z'ia snorted, highly amused, but did stride off after his fellow rider. Since when has 'wise' been a part of my persona, Kiddo? Despite his question, Z'ia picked up the pace and darted on light, hummingbird feet through the crowd until he bounced to D'hys' side. The smaller man trotted along on the balls of his feet, light and poised, as he silently kept his friend company.

Since now, apparently.

D’hys was a mess. He didn’t usually let his emotions get the best of him though he supposed anger was one of the easier ones to give into. Usually, though, he liked sticking with lust since that one was far more enjoyable and would give repeat performances for the same cost. Anger could lead to humiliation or pain and the bluerider just wasn’t a fan of either. Yet there he was, storming away, pissed off at the Weyrleader of all people for baby-talking to the whiny Candidates. At least seeing Z’ia fall in step beside him eased some of sour emotions. It was nice having a friend beside him though D’hys wasn’t sure he knew what to say.

So he said nothing.

He’d likely hear a few complaints by the time they reached his hut for making Z’ia’s lazy ass walk so far, and perhaps it was a bit unfair; his fellow bluerider did have such short legs after all. But he needed the walk to help cool down or at least collect his thoughts. No doubt Z’ia would want to know what that was all about and D’hys decided he wouldn’t mind knowing either.

Once they arrived, Zeianth flying above lazily but with a careful eye on him, D’hys guided his friend inside and shut the door to attempt keeping any busy bodies, or angry officials, without. With arms crossed over his chest, D’hys turned to Z’ia and regarded him a moment. No, talking didn’t seem all that appealing and it wasn’t like Z’ia would care about his past. They both, usually, lived in the moment and it didn’t matter what insanity or kindness they had gotten up to before finally striking up a conversation at the younger man’s graduation. With that decision made, D’hys reached out and pulled Z’ia close and moved in for a kiss instead.

Like D'hys, Z'ia was at a loss for words, and so, he trotted along beside and slightly behind the other rider without saying a word. It was remarkably reminiscent of his post-graduation days, when D'hys had been introducing him into the society from his part of town. Trotting along, wide eyed and wondering what exciting game was about to crop up next. The eyes were wide, he was definitely trotting, but Z'ia had quickly decided this wasn't the time for games. At least, not yet, anyway.

A sly sideways glance was thrown at D'hys, and the little bluerider tried to recall the last time he'd seen so many emotions fight for dominance on the other man's face. Honestly unable to recall (and ego demanded Z'ia had a great memory) Z'ia shrugged it off. Whatever the issue was, he was pretty sure D'hys would keep it to himself. They'd never been part of the touchy-feely circle of emotions, and he knew the older rider shied away from such conversations with others as much as he did.

Reaching the hut was desirable and Z'ia sighed softly through his nose, allowing his steps to slow and his shorter legs drop back behind his friend. He had no real qualms about the walk, but he did wish D'hys had had the mentality to walk a little slower! At any rate, they had arrived at least and Z'ia skipped through the door on the balls of his feet, apparently unaffected by the distance they'd covered.

Spinning around in the main room to see what his friend was up to after hearing the door close but no words or steps, Z'ia's eyebrows arched up on his forehead, a half smirk twitching the corner of his lips as he realised D'hys was eyeing him off. He spotted the look in the other man's eyes a split second before D'hys was reaching for him and Z'ia complied easily, pressing up against the much taller man invitingly.

Outside, Aveleth's wings rustled as he folded them against his sides and greeted Zeianth with a gentle croon. An interesting turn of events, he commented mildly, not speaking of their riders in the slightest but rather the silly human squabbles that had put their lifemates in such interesting moods.

Aveleth had the right of it, though D’hys didn’t know they were of the same opinion but for differing events. He really didn’t think he’d distract Z’ia that easily but wasn’t going to complain. Then again, his little protégé loved sex as much as he did so it wasn’t that surprising that he’d go for a kiss rather than quizzing him on the outburst in the Square. Regardless of the hows and whys, D’hys did what he did best and took advantage. He used his size and strength to hold Z’ia close to him as his mouth ravaged that of the smaller man’s. He wasn’t in the mood to be kind or understanding; he was upset and needed to vent, which was why soon after the duelling of tongues grew boring, D’hys was nipping roughly at his friend’s neck. He supposed that was his kinky quirk but he loved leaving his mark in what was something of a show of dominance.

Only when he had left one mark and contemplated another did D’hys finally lift his head and stare down at Z’ia, breath a bit shaky as he fought to control the urge to rip clothes away and use the delectable body he still clung to. His friend probably deserved to know what had set him off but they never really cared about the past and Z’ia hadn’t asked at the time or during their walk, so did he really care? D’hys was starting to think he didn’t care either; the anger the moment brought about was already slipping away as he shoved the memories of his family away once again. Fuck it, who needed talking? Or verbal permission apparently, as his hands went to Z’ia’s waist to start working on freeing the man of the nuisance known as pants.

Zeianth snorted at Aveleth’s casual observation. It was close to turning into chaos before D’ren showed up and D’hys had been lucky no one was paying him any attention for his comments against the weyrleader. Naturally he knew why his bonded was so upset and if he was a more sensitive dragon like Aveleth or Rilaleeyth, he’d likely blame himself for part of the problem but chose not to. It wouldn’t help anyone. Human are usually petty and selfish. I am not that surprised everything fell apart like that. Are you well, though? He knew his friend was always a ball of stress when Z’ia wasn’t properly distracted, which thankfully for his pretty blue friend, D’hys seemed to be doing his best to keep Z’ia from wandering into trouble.

The tiny bluerider's mind was running faster than usual, as he joined D'hys in the ballpark, green eyes dark and calculating when not hidden behind lowered lids. Something was definitely up with his friend, and the young Rider wasn't quite sure where to lay his bet. At least, not yet. Eyes opening slightly when D'hys' pulled back, Z'ia studied him with a narrowed frown, chin tilting arrogantly he tossed D'hys' a dismissive glance when the older rider got lost in whatever thoughts were currently causing him such hassles.

Z'ia gave an irritable half-snort, half-huff and gave a great reef on D'hys' shirt front to pull the man back down and their mouths together once more. Apparently, it also enticed the other bluerider to act on more incentive ideas, since he quickly began fiddling with Z'ia's pant buckle. Regardless, the little bluerider was incredibly displeased; what the shards was going on in the man's brain, that he gave up half way through an incredibly good make-out, to consider it with such depth?! Hissing between his teeth, Z'ia made damned sure his friend didn't get distracted until he was bloody well ready to let him.

~~~ sexy times ~~~

When he was satisfied that needs had been met, and D'hys' had picked up on his irritation - and only then - did Z'ia decide it was time to find out what the shards had been going on in that damned brain of his friend. Fancy pausing on him! His sessions were amazing and he bloody well knew it! No one paused--! Lip twitching irritably, Z'ia slung a leg over D'hys' body, and perched himself on the taller man's abdomen. When he was comfortable and secure, Z'ia leaned forward, one hand placed across his friend's lower throat with just enough pressure applied to keep D'hys where he was. He was getting answers, and he was getting them now. And, eloquent as a charm, Z'ia demanded them.

"What the fuck was all that about?!"

Enough, Aveleth replied quietly, flicking his tail to curl around himself as he made a neat ball by the side of the hut in his usual place. He extended his wings, stretching them, before folding them with great delicacy to his sides. Not really one to speak when he had nothing to say, Aveleth instead tuned into his rider to watch the turn of events with mild curiosity and brazen amusement.

Angry sex was amazing. So intense and that much more satisfying. It didn’t matter that he wasn’t mad at Z’ia or that his anger over D’ren’s foolishness had already started to fade before the first piece of clothing had hit the floor. D’hys was content once more and owed it all to his friend for being there at the right time. So when Z’ia climbed back atop him, D’hys quirked a brow and started to smirk, completely convinced his spunky friend wasn’t quite done with him yet. How true that was! Too bad it wasn’t in the manner D’hys hoped for.

The smirk was wiped away instantly and a neutral expression replaced it as the arm held him in place perfectly. He was sure he could have bucked Z’ia off of him but D’hys let it go. He hadn’t exactly been gentle with his friend since leaving the Square so it was only fair play. Still, he gave a growl of a warning, “know that the next time you try this, I won’t play nice, Z’ia.”

With that said, D’hys calmed and shut his eyes, both to avoid looking at his fellow bluerider and to focus his jumbled thoughts. Some parts of the story as to why he had been provoked to such anger were hard to talk about and D’hys did his best not to think on them anymore, but it was time to give them a voice again and perhaps it would help him fully move on. “For me, the North holds more pain than Katila does. My mother’s beautiful green was one of the first to fall ill at Igen. They went between together the next night.” He had cried long and hard when that happened, unable to believe his mother could leave him and the girls so easily and it had taken turns of exile, with only Zeianth as his companion to fully understand how tight the bond between rider and dragon was. If he held any anger toward his mother for leaving, it had been let go long ago and he was thankful for her kindness in keeping him away and telling him to always make sure Zeianth was safe.

Talking about his mother was oddly the harder portion of the story and so D’hys opened his eyes once more to give some sort of courtesy of looking at the man he talked to as he continued, “When we were ordered South, my sisters… I have two, both younger… begged me to take them. I turned them both down, telling them Zeianth was the only thing that mattered to me. I left them behind and they surely won’t be welcoming me back when next they see me, if they still live.” He liked to think they did. Both were beautiful; they no doubt found worthy men to marry and had cute little families. They liked children, which was only another strike against him. How many brats had he spawned and didn’t even know the name of?

“I found peace here. Sure it’s not the greatest place but is anywhere truly perfect? It’s comfortable and I’m free.” Free from the memories though they were all captives in Katila to some degree. D’hys just liked to pretend all was well to help suit his vision of living in a paradise location. “And that’s that. Is your curiosity satisfied now?” He hadn’t moved since Z’ia pinned him and still D’hys held still, only staring up at Z’ia, closely watching him for the judgement he was about to receive.

Z'ia's nose scrunched up into an irritable snarl at D'hys' words, the younger man's face inching forward to glare with hard, green eyes into D'hys' lying attempt at neutrality. "Neither will I." The words were almost spat, but not because he was displeased or upset. The events between that moment, and entering the hut were very satisfying. But he wasn't a little whore that D'hys could use as he pleased, and Z'ia didn't care how easily his friend could buck him off or toss him around the room. They were equals and it was damned fucking important that D'hys remember that. Especially - in Z'ia's opinion - at times like this where D'hys was so wrapped up in himself he forgot important things like Z'ia being a fellow human being, not a green hussy.

Z'ia leaned back out of his friend's face when D'hys' visibly calmed himself and closed his eyes. He didn't shift his hand or the pressure it was exerting, and his small body was coiled delicately for the moment D'hys might still decide to send him flying across the room. As he started speaking, Z'ia's lips pursed and his own features blanked out. The little bluerider brought forth his own carefully honed talent, painting his features in just the expression he wished to display.

"Hrmph." Was Z'ia's reply to D'hys' question. "That's pretty pathetic, man." The young rider's voice was dry as he withdrew his hand from D'hys' neck and sat back, crossing his arms lightly over his chest. He was still prepared for retaliation, but he was also amused and green eyes had brightened to display the emotion from under an arched left eyebrow.

"Anyone that blames a rider for putting their dragon first, is a fuckwhit - your sisters included." The other eyebrow arched up to join its partner. "Anyone that isn't pleased to see surviving family when that idiot finally takes us North again is an even bigger fuckwhit. Honestly." Z'ia leaned forward, staring at D'hys intently with a sly smirk on his lips. His arms uncrossed to press to the bed above both of D'hys' shoulders. "They'll undoubtedly hit you with their itty bitty fists and squawk and cry - but do you really think they will blame you?" Z'ia rolled his eyes.

"Honestly. You can be such a girl." His sly smirk never left his lips.

Surprisingly, D’hys didn’t react negatively to Z’ia’s slight mocking of his story or insulting his sisters. He probably would have if anyone else said a word against his family but this was Z’ia, a friend and his protégé. It was because of that very simple label that D’hys completely missed anytime he treated Z’ia as anything but that, or using him in a twisted meaning, believing any time they fucked or he dominated the smaller rider in some way was because of their friendship or because he was still teaching Z’ia something. So while any fleeting annoyed glances that were given to him may have been noticed, they were chalked up, this time, as he was simply talking too much or sounding rather pathetic, as was pointed out.

He couldn’t deny the charge really. D’hys knew it was pretty absurd to obsess over something like sisters hating him because as a dragonrider he chose his dragon first. Or that going back to Igen would remind him of his mother. Weren’t some of the old biddies always prattling on about remembering the good and the bad is easier to overcome? Some nonsense like that. He’d just have to see how it went when they finally did return North and who was to say Igen would be put back into service? They were barely functioning as one weyr with their meagre numbers.

Any further ponderings or possible comments made on the subject were forgotten when Z’ia smirked and spoke again. A girl? Was he just called a girl? D’hys stared wide-eyed for a moment, then narrowed his gaze into a glare before giving a sudden bark of laughter. He supposed that was an accurate statement. Only some whiny chick would worry about another girl hating her and not want to return to a place that might cause her to cry. Z’ia once again proved why they were friends with that statement and as he casually ran his hand over his neck where he had been held down, D’hys returned the smirk and bucked his hips under Z’ia lightly, just enough to give a physical reminder of how he very much was not a girl. “Pretty sure you didn’t think I was a girl ten minutes ago.” He was glad he was a male as well. It had to suck being female as much as it did being a greenrider. He didn’t mind fucking either of them but their placement in the grand scheme of things didn’t mesh with his needs and desires.

Z'ia watched with satisfaction the response he obtained by calling his friend a girl. It was about time he got one in on the smug bastard, and the little bluerider sat up, radiating self satisfaction, as D'hys glared at him before the sudden burst of laughter. Rather than being surprised, Z'ia simply looked as if that confirmed his own opinions and words, and he took the sound as such. He was right, and the other man's actions simply proved it. Thank you, thank you, I'll be here all - whoo!

Z'ia's seat adjusted as D'hys' bucked under him, the short man's thighs gripping at his friend's sides so he didn't topple off him or into his face with the sudden motion. A dry look was given in response, and expression that intensified at his friend's words. "You think so?" Z'ia asked blandly, looking mildly surprised. "Hrm. I'm improving." Green eyes sparkled at the taunt and a smirk twisted his lips, and he gave D'hys a mightier-than-thou look with smug amusement.

You're going to end up bruised, Aveleth pointed out mildly, watching with vague amusement as his rider baited his friend. The young man's only response was an internal chuckle that had Aveleth sighing dramatically.

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“If you say so,” D’hys laughed, completely over his foul mood and temper tantrum of before. Z’ia was good for playing a distraction but the older bluerider supposed that also counted as Z’ia simply being a good friend as well. Whatever the terminology, he was glad for the shorter man’s company and proved it by ignoring anything else said in favour of reaching up and wrapping an arm around Z’ia’s neck to force him to lean down. Like he was about to do more work than needed right then when he was the one having a bad day and needed the cheering up. It didn’t matter that he was feeling as right as rain once more, just like it didn’t matter that he had put his ghosts behind him and angry sex no longer applied. Z’ia was still in for a rough ride.

Seizing Z’ia’s face by clasping both cheeks with his hands, D’hys inched his own in closer, ever so slowly with a smirk on his lips, mischief in his eyes, and his dangerous aura surrounding them, “now quit the talking. We’ve done more than enough of that.” To prove his point, D’hys pressed a hard kiss to Z’ia’s lips and was soon inviting himself to more with his tongue working its way down his friend’s throat.

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Well that was a crappy tag not worth waiting two weeks for. >.<