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27.Oct.12, 08:35 AM
"No," B'jin moaned, the word lingering on his tongue like acid. R'nd wasn't there, R'nd wasn't going to sweep in and save him, R'nd knew he didn't want him to ever risk himself by getting between B'jin and S'kef; but B'jin, trembling in terror as he tried to wriggle further away from S'kef, would have cried in relief for someone - anyone - to come charging to his rescue. The greenrider was quivering from head to foot in terror as he reinforced the blocks against his dragon, though Larrikith was wrapped up in herself (as he had desired her to become) as she sulked her way to see Talian, her mind reaching out vaguely for that of Ayyonth. The little dragon was too wrapped up in her own misery to pick up on any surface emotions the blue might have been expressing; she didn't speak to him, just sulked mentally as an unconscious assurance to her mate that she had most certainly not enjoyed the unwanted flight winner. She hurt from teeth and claws that Tyrrisath had returned for her attempts upon him. She was anxious to see Talian, and while neither she nor B'jin focused on it during their little chat, both knew that having her own wounds tended to would take that little bit of stress and guilt off the situation; B'jin never feeling quite right about his inability to tend to Larrikith's flight damage himself.
B'jin hissed softly between his teeth, whimpering as S'kef rolled on top of him and had his arms pinned lightly but securely before B'jin had time to draw a real breath, the kick bruise on his ribs complaining loudly at the weight of the brownrider settling upon them. The greenrider shifted subtly, grimacing unhappily at the uncomfortable shooting of pain before brown eyes widened dramatically at the very sudden and undeniable realisation that S'kef was very naked and pressing against him in all the wrong ways. Frozen with terror, B'jin's eyes darted around, as if an escape from his current prison would present itself in a shining halo of glory. Nothing came, or appeared, and finally brown eyes snapped back to the ex-weyrsecond as he began speaking again, making himself comfortable atop B'jin.
The greenrider's heart was pounding, beating both hard and fast as he remained frozen, eyes wide and a flush of horror colouring his otherwise bloodless features. He was not happy, he was not comfortable, and Faranth be damned if he wasn't exceptionally, acutely aware of every line and curve of his flight partner's body sprawled so casually atop his own. B'jin bit his bottom lip, staring at S'kef in shock as he spoke; a while it had been, but it would never be long enough to completely bleach his mind of the events that were so very similar to the one he found himself in at that moment. B'jin whimpered as he was accused of being a tease; S'kef may have been convinced that B'jin had wanted him, but the Harper was convinced S'kef's entire day and life was planned around how much shit he could give the poor greenrider. It didn't, and likely never would, occur to B'jin that he was just a toy that S'kef occasionally remembered he had dibs on occasionally. He would never believe that S'kef wasn't out to get him, and the brownrider's simple ability to survive both plague and personal illness only convinced B'jin further that S'kef was born to Pern to make his life painful, and embarrassing and a living nightmare.
Hate for the brownrider flared hotly through B'jin's blood, and he jerked viciously against the grip S'kef had retained upon his gently restrained arms, unsurprised when he failed to gain freedom; instead, all he did was remind himself of just exactly how much of the evil brownrider was pressed languidly against his own trembling body. So focused was B'jin on not focusing on rather intimate portions of S'kef's body that the greenrider remembered with disturbing, terrible, vividness that he was shocked to the core when he realised S'kef was kissing him. The action was light, and almost tender and the parting of the greenrider's lips was unconscious; but with wide brown eyes filled with the extreme close up of S'kef's features, the responding and instantaneous instinct to bite was not fought.
B'jin bit down viciously.
B'jin hissed softly between his teeth, whimpering as S'kef rolled on top of him and had his arms pinned lightly but securely before B'jin had time to draw a real breath, the kick bruise on his ribs complaining loudly at the weight of the brownrider settling upon them. The greenrider shifted subtly, grimacing unhappily at the uncomfortable shooting of pain before brown eyes widened dramatically at the very sudden and undeniable realisation that S'kef was very naked and pressing against him in all the wrong ways. Frozen with terror, B'jin's eyes darted around, as if an escape from his current prison would present itself in a shining halo of glory. Nothing came, or appeared, and finally brown eyes snapped back to the ex-weyrsecond as he began speaking again, making himself comfortable atop B'jin.
The greenrider's heart was pounding, beating both hard and fast as he remained frozen, eyes wide and a flush of horror colouring his otherwise bloodless features. He was not happy, he was not comfortable, and Faranth be damned if he wasn't exceptionally, acutely aware of every line and curve of his flight partner's body sprawled so casually atop his own. B'jin bit his bottom lip, staring at S'kef in shock as he spoke; a while it had been, but it would never be long enough to completely bleach his mind of the events that were so very similar to the one he found himself in at that moment. B'jin whimpered as he was accused of being a tease; S'kef may have been convinced that B'jin had wanted him, but the Harper was convinced S'kef's entire day and life was planned around how much shit he could give the poor greenrider. It didn't, and likely never would, occur to B'jin that he was just a toy that S'kef occasionally remembered he had dibs on occasionally. He would never believe that S'kef wasn't out to get him, and the brownrider's simple ability to survive both plague and personal illness only convinced B'jin further that S'kef was born to Pern to make his life painful, and embarrassing and a living nightmare.
Hate for the brownrider flared hotly through B'jin's blood, and he jerked viciously against the grip S'kef had retained upon his gently restrained arms, unsurprised when he failed to gain freedom; instead, all he did was remind himself of just exactly how much of the evil brownrider was pressed languidly against his own trembling body. So focused was B'jin on not focusing on rather intimate portions of S'kef's body that the greenrider remembered with disturbing, terrible, vividness that he was shocked to the core when he realised S'kef was kissing him. The action was light, and almost tender and the parting of the greenrider's lips was unconscious; but with wide brown eyes filled with the extreme close up of S'kef's features, the responding and instantaneous instinct to bite was not fought.
B'jin bit down viciously.
