Don't tell me why, assume the worst [T'san]

[rii]

A single pale arm and leg draped lazily over the other naked figure in an almost possessive gesture. Pure affection, a non-hesitant show of adoration. The lingering influence from Simper's feelings pulsed one last time – F'lix drew in close to his new mate and nuzzled the underside of T'san's chin. His. And..

.. F'lix woke. A simple stiffening of muscles as his mind quickly flicked through the little details. Those small things that were so meaningless yet deeply sentimental. It was the smell. The scent there at the intimacy of the throat – different. F'lix slowly moved his hand, running his fingertips lightly over the unmarred skin. Wrong, all wrong.

A coldness began to settle in over his mind. A cold, flat darkness to his eyes that had finally slitted to golden slivers to regard the brownrider. Any recollection of the run were heavily blurred; a strange thing for F'lix's normally sharp memory to admit. Saboth had never effected him so strongly. Of course, that bond had been damaged before the dragon had fully matured. F'lix had always been able to distance himself. Always. Because, despite being weyrbred, F'lix loathed losing that last bit of self control – to not having a choice. All of it had always been out of his control.. never had the choice.. didn't matter how many times he said no..

A purring growl sounded as F'lix lightly nuzzled the brownrider again – just the tip of his nose tracing up the side of T'san's neck, ending with a brush against the other man's earlobe. "T'san." A soft, silky tone of voice. His arm remained around his fellow wing member in a loose hug. Cat-like F'lix continued to press the side of his face behind T'san's ear to help wake him.

When the other man started to move, F'lix used his right hand to turn T'san's face toward him. The bluerider was smiling, albeit the cold veil over his dark gold eyes made the expression anything but loving. A touch of amusement, a stab a anger, and a morbid darkness that didn't bode well no matter the translation. His ran the same hand down the line of the brownrider's neck, the sensitive tips noting the presence of dried blood. "You have three seconds to get out of this bed."

F'lix didn't know where they were, nor how they got there (or why he felt like he had rolled down a rocky hillside) Not his own weyr, but it didn't matter. "One.." A brief feral flash of teeth and bridled anger flaring in his eyes. He snapped his teeth – lightly – just short of T'san's lower lip. All the while F'lix's gaze never straying from the other man's face.

"Two.."

[Ember]

Movement woke the sleeping brownrider, something rubbing against the underside of his chin. His sleepy mind refused to warn him of who it was though. His breath was released in a quiet sigh of pleasure. Whoever was sharing the bed was brushing their hand over his skin and it felt very nice. He was quite happy to just lay there and let - oh.

His mind recognized the voice that called his name. The weird one. He smiled sleepily and shifted to be a little closer to the warm body that was F'lix. He liked the way the bluerider had said his name. T'san didn't know why they were in bed together, couldn't remember that much yet, but he wanted to thank whatever had caused it. Perhaps the emotion attached to his thoughts was what began to make him more aware or it might have been the hand turning his face towards his bedmate.

He didn't know what he expected but the threat was not it. T'san mumbled something nonsensical and his eyes opened slowly. His eyes focused on F'lix's face and he blinked. His senses woke up more as he heard the countdown and he literally rolled out of bed. When he hit the floor he sat up and looked around. "Mm?" The weyr looked familiar though he couldn't remember how he'd gotten back to his own weyr. Last thing he remembered was being in the Main Hall.

"Ehhh? Did I drink too much?" No. That made no sense. He didn't feel hungover, not to mention T'san just got sleepy when he was drunk, not amorous. And that really wouldn't explain the bluerider's presence. The brownrider turned and rested his chin on the bed to gaze at F'lix. Perhaps that would stir his memory. It didn't but he liked the view anyways. "Y'know," he started, some of his humour beginning to come online, "Its not nice to kick a man out of his own bed." Below the humour was a note of whining. Did F'lix really have to be such a spoilsport?

Something fuzzy brushed against him and he glanced down in surprise. Ah, Spice. The cat mrrowed at him before jumping up on the bed. Where'd the poor feline sleep last night with both him and F'lix in the bed? He rubbed the orange and cream cat behind the ear and Spice purred. The cat left his humanpet's side to approach the other man curiously. Hello there?

[rii]

"Thr—"

T'san rolled away and out of harm's reach. F'lix felt somewhat disappointed that the brownrider had moved so quickly. The desire to hurt someone had been nearly tangible – dancing just beneath his fingertips – could almost taste it. Hn, actually, he could taste blood lingering inside his mouth. Those golden eyes flicked over T'san, briefly, before turning on himself to discover the source. F'lix lifted his right hand up to examine his freshly healed palm. Tch.

Why was he not surprised his masochist salamandyr had found a destructive way to chase after a green. Stupid mandyr – a wave a undeterred adoration washed up the bond connecting him to the small blue. Love, Love. Simper didn't feel guilty about the entire thing – they had caught the lovely green. Wasn't she woooonderful? The blue expressed this while rubbing against Aliene. The coinciding effect mirrored in the way F'lix shifted his eyes back to T'san, that temptation rising to touch him.

Ooh, how F'lix hated that influence.

The temper flare was momentarily hindered by the presence of the inquisitive feline. F'lix's curled fingers were held up for the cat to sniff. When approved, F'lix smoothed the fur down Spice's back. Alas, the distraction was only temporary. T'san snagged F'lix's attention once more – the underlying whine not going unnoticed. F'lix's lip rolled, a sneer rising then fading. What did the brownrider expect – for F'lix to be all cuddles and happy purrs after a bought of unwanted runlust?

F'lix rolled toward the side of the bed, forcing the feline to flee or be pinned beneath his torso – a scarred sight over the subtle play of muscles; the strength beneath the pale skin barely noticeable in the bluerider's sleek design. The marks littering his body not the result of survival during the war. The scars were too clean, too precise – rather a canvas to a morbid artist; if one had the eye to read the pain. The next motion was quick, arm snapping forward to seize – not T'san's chin – but his throat. Just beneath the junction of jaw and neck with pressure enough to discourage speech.

"Did I ever strike you as being nice, T'san?" The bluerider had drawn in close once again, dangerously close to kissing the other man. His gaze even dipped down to T'san's lips as if considering the action. Sure, a rational part of F'lix recognized that T'san did not deserve the peculiar brand of scorn and mockery. That T'san's attempt at humor had likely been to make light of the situation. Not like the the brownrider had asked for his green to run, or to pick Simper as a mate. Likely as unwilling to the situation as F'lix. Still, he didn't have to smile about it.

"If this is going to be a regular thing between the salamandyrs," His tone still head that purr, but the sound was a dangerous coating to his growled words. "I strongly suggest you lock yourself in your room the next time around." The idea of squishing that green's head under his heel was far more appealing and would doubtlessly solve the problem – for himself. The violent thoughts only spurred on by his irritation – the mask he wore because all of this upset him; greatly.

Shoving the other away, F'lix swung his legs over the side of the bed and moved to stand – the glare firm on the brownrider's face. No, F'lix would not accept the idea to just get use to it. Refused to believe that over time it would be familiar. No – just no. He'd learn to separate himself from those damning salamandyrs.

[Ember]

Spice delicately sniffed the offered fingers, giving them a quick lick in response. Before any playing could ensue the feline was forced to retreat. He walked passed his humanpet to administer a full body rub to the side of T'san's face before leaping down and looking for something to play with. The humanpet was too busy. What a shame.

T'san's eyes widened as the source of the situation became clear. Right. Aliene's Run. As if anything else would get the two together, however briefly. The green crooned to her Simper. Hers. She'd always known he'd come for her! As if that other one could hold his attention. The level of adoration she held for her blue was almost nauseous to the person connected to her. At least one of them was happy. Now couldn't she stop messing with his feelings?

F'lix's hand snagging his throat made the brownrider flinch and he watched the other man. Watching turned to examining as he registered the scars. They were interesting but meant little to T'san. Perhaps given the chance he'd attempt to puzzle them out but more pressing was the hand around his neck preventing him from speaking. Kind of hard to answer like that. Harder still when F'lix's lips came so tantalizingly close.

T'san fought not to concentrate on the bluerider's proximity but on his words. Lock himself up? When F'lix shoved him away he coughed quietly for a moment. He kept his silence for a moment, matching the man's glare with an almost forlorn look. He covered his face and sighed. "You really honestly thinking locking myself up would work? I'll let you know when I get a decent set of chains." There was an edge to his voice that even the brownrider was unaccustomed to. It was hardly his fault that draconic species tended to bond deep with him. He had little resistance to their lust.

F'lix had come from Faranth knows where to find him during the Run. He should know that it wasn't that simple. He stood and approached the dresser, pulling out two pairs of shirts and pants. T'san tossed one set at F'lix, aiming for the bluerider's head. If the guy decided to kill him then they'd both be out of the situation. "Wear those if you like. Don't know about you but I don't see your clothes around anywhere. You could, of course, walk around as you are now." As he spoke he pulled on the pants. He considered the shirt for a moment before deciding he'd rather not wear it.

T'san made no secret of his actions as he watched F'lix with a clouded expression. He really had been expecting too much. Why did Simper's owner have to be such a prickly guy? He might have been able to joke around and lighten the situation had it been someone else. Anyone else and the bright side would have been obvious: quarterly sex. Aliene had only ever cared for Simper though. Selfish little creature.

[rii]

F'lix merely eyed T'san's expression – not being able to place it. It would have been so much easier if the brownrider would just show just the slightest bit of anger – lose his temper, throw a punch. Because, oddly, F'lix dealt with hate and anger so much more easily than – than.. T'san looked sad. Why the shards would he be sad?

The edge in T'san's voice caused F'lix's lips to quirk in a quick smile. It struck him as something more realistic than the happy-go-lucky attitude. "Have your dragon on sit on you, I don't really care the means." It would be for T'san's own good to take such precautions. F'lix, obviously, was unfit for company. No one in their right mind would want to repeat such a pleasant exchange. F'lix did his best to keep it that way – and for the most part, it worked.

F'lix had already been up on his feet when T'san fetched the clothing. The bluerider actually felt amused for a few seconds as he caught the tossed articles. Permission or not, he had been planning on taking the other's clothes to wear – probably better the other man offered them first. Thanks were probably in order.

Instead, the bluerider kept his silence and quietly dressed. He wasn't shy, maybe a little overly conscious of the scars, but he'd rather be fully clothed than naked. Having people eye him was not on the top of his favorite things list. For the longest moment F'lix stared distantly at the far end of the room – his own private thoughts circling darkly in his mind. His fingers rubbed idly at the crook of his elbow.

Bathing – that would be his next stop. In the hot pools, rub himself raw. It was nothing personal against T'san. Although, F'lix was certainly taking part of his aggression out on the undeserving brownrider. The fact that the bluerider recognized the displacement behavior made him pause those few moments, his expression softening (all except the ever present semi-glare - he couldn't help it that his left eye was unable to open much further).

Fine.

F'lix stalked over to T'san – would he back up? Or stand his ground? – either way, the bluerider came right up into the other man's personal space. After what had transpired during the runlust it shouldn't make that much of a difference. Even before then F'lix had invaded the other's space. And – T'san wasn't that much taller, F'lix only had to tilt his chin slightly upward to maintain eye contact. "Look.."

A very serious tone that dropped the subtle, mocking purr and maintain the low growl instead. "I have a green as well and I am not looking forward to waking up to something similar to this all over again. Simper, as far as I can tell, isn't going to stop at just your green. He's claimed Lilitu as well, and it doesn't stop there – why only have one – he says to me. Frankly I think it's obvious I'm not much of a people person." And the world loooved to laugh at his misfortunes. "This isn't my cup of tea."

F'lix cocked his head to the side, eyes narrowing as he watched T'san's closely. "So you know what T'san? Hate me. They all hate me and it makes things much easier to deal with. You don't need a reason, no one does. I don't know what you expected, but I'm willing to bet marks it wasn't this. So why not do both of us a favor and work something out so this-" He paused, the eyes narrowing further to punctuate the single word. "-doesn't happen again."

[Ember]

T'san actually considered making his dragon sit on him. Huh, that would work...but would Dsoleth actually do it or would he just let his rider run amock again? Both options would fit with his brown's personality. Too unreliable. Chains would indeed be the easiest method. The end result of his thoughts was a slight grin. Although really, in the end it would be best if F'lix just got used to it. As unpleasant as it could be, it was a part of weyr life to randomly sleep with people you didn't know or didn't like.

The man blinked as F'lix decided to approach. For his own good he stepped back once to increase the space. The attempt on the bluerider's part to do something other than glare was appreciated but T'san's emotions weren't exactly stable. Proximity made it worse. He did listen with interest to what the other man said. By the end he was forced to bite back his amusement at F'lix's situation. Two of the little monsters? Well at least the green would settle with one mate. Scaring off one person forever was easier than scaring off mulltiple possible bed partners.

Talk of hating the bluerider made T'san tilt his head slightly as he considered it. Hate someone for no reason? Not possible for him. Hate especially didn't come easy to the brownrider. The only thing he had ever truly hated was Thread. Randomly hating someone was such a waste of energy that he never bothered. Besides, asking to be hated..."Sounds to me like you're afraid of people getting close to you," T'san observed idly.

He watched for F'lix's reaction to that, ready to protect his neck from choking if need be. He liked being able to breathe, thank you. "I don't want to hate you F'lix. In fact, I refuse to hate you. I'll agree that this hasn't exactly been a pleasant morning so far so.." He paused for a moment. What he was about to say...did he really want to say it? "I'll see what I can do to limit mornings like this." That was fair enough for them both, right? Besides, he may not have to worry if F'lix's blue chose to chase others. Maybe if the blue was unfaithful Aliene would abandon him.

[rii]

F'lix didn't pursue T'san as he stepped away, merely angling himself around so the brownrider only had the dresser at his back. Little room to run or dodge if F'lix decided to give into that sickening anger that kept his fingers curled tightly into his palms. The bluerider's eyes slowly narrowed into slits at the suppressed amusement. He couldn't quite place it, luckily – for T'san.

Golden eyes flashed, and F'lix directed a rather nasty smile on the brownrider. His slender body swayed, foot almost lifting off the floor to take one step – and he would only need one single step to close the distance between them. Instead, F'lix managed to shove the flare of temper back down and settle his weight back over his left heel.

"I don't get close with people I don't trust," F'lix corrected in a neutral tone, managing to bite back any hint of patronizing. He was trying to be civil with T'san. The two riders just did not see eye to eye, and likely never would. An eyebrow arched as he regarded the other man. A lofty shrug. "I have no reason trust you."

So far..

Not a pleasant morning so far. F'lix had no doubt that he could make things a lot worse, tempted to do such a thing and create a reason for T'san to hate him. It would be easy, so very easy. If they had been at Benden, or if there was no F'ur, F'lix would have given in to his the darker temptations to sate the sadistic edge of his irritation. He wondered briefly if T'san didn't hate him what he did think, but in the end F'lix didn't want to know. Didn't want to deal with any of this any longer. In time the brownrider would change his mind.

"Good." He'd take T'san on his word, and if the brownrider didn't do something to prevent the uncomfortable little situation. Well, F'lix wasn't likely to give the man the courtesy of a count down the next time around. With a sharp turn on his heel, the bluerider headed for the door without a backwards glance. His fingers plucked at the shoulder of the slightly baggy shirt. "Thanks for the clothes."

He'd return them washed and folded, likely, F'lix was neurotic that way.

[Ember]

T'san was faintly amused by the fact that he was effictively trapped by his own dresser. Interesting feeling, if he were being totally honest. Maybe the brownrider liked being out of control just a little bit. It was interesting to see how things turned out when he wasn't entirely expecting things.

Like F'lix's response. The corner's of his mouth twitched upwards slightly. He would remember that statement, he really would. T'san was certain he'd be able to use it against the bluerider somehow. The fact that he was starting to consider actively bothering F'lix again was evidence that his spirits were lifting again. You could only keep the guy down for so long.

As the other man headed to the door T'san snorted in amusement. And then he was chuckling. "Walking contradiction..." he commented, though he didn't expect the bluerider to stop. Instead he pivoted on spot and sorted through his clothes for a different shirt since the original one he'd picked seemed a bit too warm for the sunny day.

The brownrider tossed the other one on the bed and pulled out a dark green shirt that he briefly dangled near his feet for the playful cat rubbing against his shins. He wrestled it out of Spice's claws and pulled it over his head. F'lix really was a walking contradiction though. Up-tight person in his too-large clothes. Saying he didn't trust T'san and then immediately assuming he would attempt to not repeat this morning.