Run from the fright (Spiffster)

[nozomi]

T'di never wanted to be a guard, Impressed himself a dragon because he liked them and the idea of being a somewhat peacemaker appealed to his softer sensibilities. Dragon patrol meant that all he had to do was fly, and sometimes catch and escaping runner from the fields. That was all. None of this flight and breakout stuff.

Unlike some of his fellows, T'di didn't have long to figure out that he was going to be a part of something horrible. He and Mordanth landed from their shift, prepared for a few candlemarks of rest and a hot meal in his stomach when that sharding Opal called out to them. T'di had time enough to utter "What?" before Mordanth, enthused and excited, flew after her. T'di remembered wailing, "You stupid sharding lizard!" before his mind disappeared to want and need and shards get out of the main area.

Prisoners were starting to flood, some with weapons, others with just their hands and a wild look to their eyes. All T'di had on him was his small knife he used for cutting things like rope, or into some animal he managed to catch on the rare times he felt like hunting - nothing worth a tunnelsnake hide. When one of them looked to T'di, and dangerous eyes narrowed in with a twisted smile, the bluerider did the only thing his 'Lust addled brain knew what to do: run like hell.

He did, stumbling through the larger areas, along the sides of the rooms, and finally burst into a few smaller hallways of the prisoner. They were inconvenient to travel in, mainly for the drudges and lower cavern workers, and he ran there anyway, face hot and red and he couldn't think, he didn't know where he was going, all T'di comprehended was the fact that he needed to get away from everything that he knew was bad, and hide somewhere, hope to everything awesome that Mordanth didn't catch her.

[Spiffy]

J'thir lurched upward at the same time as his dragon dove after the opal, clutching his furs and trembling furiously with... desire? By Faranth, had someone shoved Dust up his nose while he was asleep and then given him a handjob, because that's what he felt like: head fuzzy, pleasantly tingling, majorly turned on...

Thrusting his furs aside he stumbled outside, after taking a moment to work out where he was. Shard this having to move out into the larger weyrling barracks, he was just getting used to the stone barracks, and it wasn't like Golith had grown too big for them. Golith was gone, in the sky chasing after Iateth, the dragon's mind already tugging on his own. It was a wholly strange feeling to him; he'd experienced flightlust, at both or Semith's runs, but to a far lesser degree, and Golith had not been chasing at either of them.

Not paying attention to where he was going, he walked, stumbled forward, left, right, anywhere, knowing just one thing: he wanted someone. Needed someone, now. Being the ex-prisoner as he was, the walls seemed to pull him to them, even as half the current-prisoners were doing their very best go get away from them, far away and into the pre-dawn dark.

Someone bumped into him, sending him crashing into a doorway. The sudden pain in his arm brought him back somewhat to where he was, briefly. He turned, flinging a fist at the figure, catching him a glancing blow in the temple. Miraculously, he collapsed, out cold. J'thir stopped. Something glinted in his hand. He bent, looking at it, a blade. A nice blade. He picked it up, not thinking straight. He shouldn't be handling weapons, Warden would have his hide, more importantly, he'd have Golith's. But he picked it up and stumbled on, in through the door. He caught sight of a woman, a beautiful woman in the distance, made a beeling for her, stumbling into a run, around the corner she had disappeared around--

And straight into T'di.

[nozomi]

T'di grunted when he met someone full on, just before he turned around that corner. The person he managed to body slam just happened to be taller, and stronger than himself if the muscles that his head shoved up against meant anything at all. Somehow, T'di did not fall back or hit the ground, though his hands had to lash out in order to clutch at J'thir and that stupid yellow clothing.

Flight-addled, his mind full of blue wings and a shining Opal just up ahead, all T'di could do was try and not to crush his mouth against J'thir's - slamming him up to a wall and going to town likewise seemed like a good idea. That was, of course, until he realized he was holding yellow clothing, and that this indeed was the handsome guy who managed to grab one of his Mordanth's gray kids. (T'di often remembered the good looking candidates, was hard not to when they stood there looking odd on the Sands)

He grabbed at his small knife and hitched back away from J'thir, eyes hungry and he'd just grabbed a prisoner Weyrling and no. "Don't - don't come closer. You a-aren't allowed to leave the prison."

Shards. Stuttering. What was a deprived boy to do when faced with temptation and death simultaniously, mm? T'di stuttered.

[Spiffy]

J'thir's breath left him in a whoosh as T'di collided with his chest, at once leaving him winded and off balance. If he'd been a little more level-headed at the time he'd've wondered how he'd not managed to knock the other figure sprawling, he was much smaller than J'thir was. But something stirred in him, something automatic and primal. Maybe it was the fact that the figure was clutching at his chest and shirt, maybe it was the fact that whomever it was was smaller than he, more delicate, but in his lust driven madness, whatever it was made J'thir clutch back.

So close, so close... but then something in his mind broke free, screaming at him words that he'd not been hearing. Man! Man! No, man! Disgusted, he pushed himself away from T'di even as the bluerider stepped back, almost throwing the smaller man away from him. He'd been about to... with another man. No, no that was wrong, what was he thinking! Ugh!

He staggered back into the wall, staring at T'di with something akin to horror. He hardly noticed the knife the man was pointing at him.

He struggled to keep ahold of himself as the other spoke, his mind swimming. He blinked at T'di, unable to speak for a moment. If he had, he would have assured the man that the last thing he wanted to do right then was get any sharding closer. They'd already been too close for comfort, and right then all he wanted to do was run... run to a woman, but that was a little beside the point. The guy was pointing a knife at him, trembling in his hand though it was. It briefly occurred to J'thir that disarming the guy probably wouldn't be too much of a problem...

"I'm not..." he swallowed, his voice even deeper and rougher than normal, almost grating. Was he trying to leave? He didn't think so. "I'm not.... trying, to leave," he finally managed. Fuck, what was he doing then? But then Golith pulled on his mind again, his eyes glazing over as he once again fought for control.

"Just... get out of...!" he didn't even finish his sentence, lurching forward toward T'di, pulled by some inexorable force, mind gone, vision filled with white and blue and brown and bronze, all chasing, ever chasing.

[nozomi]

Oh, Fa - oh, fuck. j'thir clung back to him, fierce fingers and pressure, too much, it would leave a bruise, but by the first egg, he wanted it. The harshness drew a ragged pant from him, lips parted, and T'di leaned in to the touch. To the face and male body (he preferred them, so much more than the soft pliability of women). Then &mthir shoved him away. The bluerider actually fell that second time, stumbling back and down.

It hurt. And while his butt hurting after a Flight came as no shock to T'di, being forecefully removed did. He winced, still too gone withthe opal and shing hide to notice what came next.

Disgust from J'thir (would not have been surprising, few found him attractive). Gutteral words. A claim of not escaping -

Only for the yellow wearing prisoner to start charging at him. T'di looked up and screamed again, wobbly kneed in terror and lust. He never claimed to be a brave Weyrleader, ever, let alone a brave man. His arm jerked up, with the knife still held tight. He thrust at the grabbing criminal.

Blood. Oh sweet little dragons, he'd drawn blood. T'di never - only during Flights, when the pressure built, and he felt good, sometimes his nails scored flesh a little too much. Never in violence.

"I'm sorry!" He sounded shrill, and shards, there were tears. No, nonono. He had been attacked! "I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"

[Spiffy]

J'thir was too addled to feel any remorse for the fact that he'd just shoved T'di to the ground. Hi head was spinning with the fact that he'd been about to kiss him, another man. He did not do this shit it was not normal! He didn't even hear T'di scream.

As it turned out, J'thir never got around to disarming the man. One lurch forward and the knife met with his abdomen without so much as a crunch, slipping in with sickening ease. Later he would be thankful that the thing was that sharp, a dull knife could do just as much damage, with the added problem of leaving a jagged wound, much harder to heal.

Suddenly his stomach lit up as if on fire, like someone was holding a red hot brand against it, the greyrider letting out a grating gasp of breath, collided with the wall, missing T'di by mere inches. He grasped the hilt of the knife in his hands, only just stopping himself from pulling it out. That wouldn't do, he could bleed to death then. Suddenly able to think clearer, adrenaline holding off the effects of his dragon flying, he looked down at the wound. Short blade, not deep, hadn't punctured anything serious as far as he could tell. He'd live, he thought. But then, he was no healer.

He looked up at T'di, only then realising that he'd slid down the wall and was sitting, crumpled on the floor. Then he glazed over again.

Fuck. Fuck, fuck fuckfuckfuck...

[nozomi]

T'di stared back down at him, eyes wide and panicked, his face pale, sick at the sight of all of that blood, and how J'thir kept the sharding knife in him still. Tears still coated his round cheeks, though they had stopped coming to his eyes, the sobbing and apologies turned into soft whines in the back of his throat instead. Darling, his little green, appeared from nowhere and clung to his sweating locks. She chirped piteously, her eyes swirling sadness and dispair. Oh, misery! Hers has stabbed another! He was going to be punished and leave her alone, life was horrid.

"Shut up, Darling! Stop and-" T'di scrubbed hard at his face, the panic subsiding somewhat with J'thir on the ground and staring up at him like that. The former Weyrleader hiccuped once, hard, and scooted right over to the prisoner. He offered one still-trembling hand down to the prisoner Weyrling. "I'm sorry. Stab me later or- or hit me or something, but, let's, I don't know, come on, let's get to the infirmary."

Blathering. Why blathering? Shut up! Once J'thir got to his feet, T'di moved even closer to offer standing support, his eyes huge and latched on to J'thir's face. At least terror managed to override the lust. "Come on, let's go. I promise I won't - I won't try to stab you again, unless you try to hurt me first." Shit. He squeaked.

[Spiffy]

J'thir was staring up at T'di, but he wasn't taking anything he was seeing in. Not the panicked expression, not the tears, not the appearance of the little green. He kind of came back to himself while the guy started talking to him, but wasn't registering what was said. When the hand was offered, he looked dumbly at it for a second. Then he shook his head, trying to clear it and grasped T'di's hand, hesitantly at first, the with more conviction, setting his mind on getting up off the ground.

It wasn't easy. As soon as he moved pain shot up from his abdomen all through his midriff, even more blood oozing out of the wound as it was jostled. He didn't realise that he'd cried out, more of a yell than anything. He pulled hard on T'di, relying heavily on the other man to get himself up, pushing away from the wall with his other arm as he did so, and almost falling onto T'di when he finally did stand. He was breathing raggedly.

He finally found his feet. At least he could stand. But then T'di was there, supporting him, gazing intently at his face. He even had his arm around him, surely meant only for support, and if T'di was taller then it'd surely be around his shoulders. As it was...

Whereas terror was replacing T'di'd lust, quite the opposite was happening with J'thir, though whether it was terror was debatable. But as it was, Golith's tugging at his mind, pulling it around, was beginning to sway his thinking again, warping it. So much so that J'thir did something that, on any normal day, he would never have done.

Leaning down, he pressed his lips firmly against T'di's, silencing the squeak. He'd probably regret this, adamantly deny it afterwards, but, for that moment in time, he just didn't care. Lust was driving his mind, and the need to have someone by him, close to him, someone to hold tight, Faranth even screw, was overriding any sexual preference he may have had.

[nozomi]

Okay the big dude agreed to get up and shards, he kept bleeding more. T'di would end up being just as soaked as the other man by the time they got to the infirmary, a fact that should have disturbed him much more than it actually did. But, no, he had a large and handsome man leaning on him (bleeding on him, the one he just stabbed, oh, fuck), inciting sparks through his side where J'thir pressed.

Breathe. Breathe. T'di did not hit on random guys, especially not the sorts that reacted like J'thir did. He opened his mouth to say something, perhaps directions to the infirmary itself, but that's when J'thir kissed him. Kissed him. T'di's head exploded and, he swore, he stopped breathing for a few seconds. Poor J'thir, he didn't even kiss a -trap-. T'di kissed back, a low groan muffled between the two of them.

He pressed in and closer and felt two things simultaniously: the uncomfortable feel of that knife burying itself in his side, and Darling's wonderful little teeth chomping onto the curve of his ear. T'di yelped, pulling away just enough to push the two of them in the general vicinity of the infirmary. Where he thought it could be. The kissing, it'd be the end of him - And J'thir, the Bluerider remembered, mind fuzzy and clouded.

"Infirmary." T'di mumbled the words. His hand gripped tight to J'thir's thigh, head cocked in to press close to him. "You're going to kill me later." Especially since his hand slid a bit lower on his hip, and T'di all but shove themselves towards the infirmary, and safe places, and hopefully the fix to a knife wound because five more seconds and he was going to have to shove J'thir against a wall and kill him with making out.

[Spiffy]

J'thir couldn't help himself. His lips locked with T'di's, the smaller man pressed himself up against J'thir's chest, his mind already slipping away from him, loosing himself in the desire that had plagued him since he awoke and had finally been give a release - under less than pleasant circumstances, but there weren't exactly all that many people around this part of the prison, let alone many women...

Shells, he hadn't done anything like his in way too long, what with Golith and being a prisoner before that... He dropped his hand from T'di's shoulder to his waste, caressing the curve of his waste before...

He hissed in sudden pain, the same time as T'di yelped, the dagger still buried in his side jostled painfully. He managed to stay standing though, his hand flying to the hilt, trying to stem the flow of blood he realised he was still leaking. The bluerider pushed him, none too gently, toward the infirmary, muttering the name of the place. He stumbled forward, and then T'di was there again, supporting him, hand on his hip and leaning in close. He shivered the touch almost electric, especially as it slid lower, his own hand inclined to reach out, touching...

"If you like," he managed voice still husky, clearing it before continuing, though it didn't help much, "seems only fair." For the moment he didn't really mean it, but that could all change the next morning. But he let T'di lead him on from behind, his hand only roaming a little bit on the way, though at least he didn't put up a fight.

Though Faranth help him if they tried to give him fellis.