K'lin was waking up. This was not so different, and yet right now, it was. There was that certain very specific difference in the way he was waking up now. That oh-so-familiar sore feeling, the kind that hurt so good. He smiled as he groaned quietly, shifting slightly as he became more conscious.

From the smell he wasn't in his own bed. But beyond that he couldn't remember. There were vague memories of light and noise, but he couldn't tell if they came from that night or nights before it. There were of course many such nights. Maybe not tons, but plenty. Though none recently, of course. Sharding dragon.

He blinked slightly, still not quite awake, as he remembered that. He was a weyrling, Lorcanth meant that he wasn't allowed to have these sorts of nights. Feeling for Lorcanth in his mind proved that the bronze was still asleep, which made sense. It was still really dark, a good few hours before dawn, but it was still too much to hope that he could have gotten away with it while the dragon was sleeping. The sharded beast would never let him get away with it. How had he, then?

He put that aside for a moment as he remembered that he was in someone else's bed, and that whoever owned it was presumably nearby. He rolled over on to his side, looking for them. Whatever had gone on, he would rather know who it was sleeping next to him. Not that waking up next to someone whose name he couldn't remember never happened. But he did try to avoid it. Usually.

There was indeed a body lying next to him, breathing steadily in sleep. He stared at it, trying to determine some sort of identity through the darkness and his sleepiness. There was something... Something almost familiar and almost... wrong. No, there was definitely something wrong. This person didn't look quite right. He blinked and tried to focus. They were shaped all... wrong...

Suddenly his eyes blinked wide, realization happening all at once, like getting hit by a landslide. "Shaaarding FARANTH!" he shouted in clear horror, jerking back and promptly disappearing over the edge of the bed, save for the loud crash and flailing that followed.

It was still dark and the blackrider lay in the bed, sleeping soundly. He was far more relaxed now than he had been earlier that night, given the circumstances. The air barely stirred and his sleep was dreamless. All in all, he was a rather content blackrider at the moment and he wasn't about to move any time soon if he had any say in the matter. Unfortunately, his sleep wasn't about to continue for much longer. At the edge of his consciousness, V'kail sensed more than felt the person next to him stir from their sleep.

It didn't hit him right away. The Flight was over and he was more tired than anything else, but satisfied. After the night before it was like he'd finally gotten the bit of rest he'd be wanting for quite some time. He found himself waking up slowly no matter how hard he tried to go back to sleep. It was when there was a sudden shout and cursing next to his ear that V'kail came fully awake and sat straight up in bed. He blinked in confusion before seeing the sheets fly and a body tumble over the side of the bed with a loud crash.

V'kail might have found it highly amusing to see someone fall in such a way if weren't for the fact that the person was someone he had never met before yesterday. The man wasn't his weyrmate, that was for sure, but the resemblance was there and it all came rushing back. This wasn't S'rin. This was K'lin, his older brother and he'd... "RIYA! You are going to regret the day you hatched, sharding dragon!" The blackrider shifted so he could peer over the edge of the bed and look down at K'lin.

"Well, I take it you're not an early riser. Something wrong?"

Amidst the dark and the pain and the soreness that suddenly wasn't so pleasant, K'lin heard someone's shouting over his own muffled cursing. He grimaced at the clearly masculine voice, pulling back from the bed again, not at all pleased that his unlikely bed-partner was awake. Though how he could expect much different after his yelling and flailing is anyone's guess. Riya... dragon... The words sunk in slowly, though again understanding hit like a ton of bricks. He hadn't intentionally slept with this guy whoever he was; he was the hapless victim of his dragon's first won Flight. Shards on that blasted dragon! And shards on whoever was in that bed for good measure!

Whoever it was decided then to lean over the side of the bed and look down at him, and K'lin suddenly regretted having fled the blankets. He felt a distinctly uncomfortable flush and a sense of exposure that was foreign and unwelcome. For a moment he cast around for some clothes, but the seemingly cheeky question from that sharding rider was enough to make him forget about that for a while. "WRONG?!" he shouted in answer, almost regretting that there wasn't someone to wake up now. "I'm a sharding bronzerider! Like you have to ask me what's wrong!" His shouting continued as he started picking himself up and going back to looking for pants. Finding a crumpled heap of dark fabric nearby he grabbed at it, more relieved than he would care to admit when they turned out to be those pants he was after.

//A bit of decorum, Mine. You're embar-// "You shut up, too!" he shouted viciously in the direction of his dragon, cutting off his reprimand. He pulled on the pants and started looking around for the rest of his clothes, eager to be gone. Lorcanth fell quiet, but from the simmering heat in his mind where the dragon was, he knew he'd pay for that later. Not that he cared. Personally he thought the sharding beast had done enough damage to amuse him for turns to come.

V'kail frowned as he watched K'lin scramble away and fumble around for his clothing, yelling the whole time. The blackrider couldn't help but notice that the other man had quite the backside. His smirk was the only indication of his thoughts. If he said anything about it, he'd probably end up getting yelled at some more. Which seemed inevitable as the bronzerider's shirt happened to be lying underneath him, and he wasn't about to give up its location. Laying back and crossing his fingers behind his head, V'kail watched K'lin search for the rest of his clothes.

"You know, just because you ride a bronze doesn't mean I'll be the only man you'll ever end up with. Involuntarily, of course. There are plenty of other dragons with male riders. Greens for instance, and the occasional red. Those should be fun." His blue eyes flashed in amusement.

V'kail knew well enough that he was baiting K'lin, but it irked him to think that the other man believed he was above having occasional relations with riders such as him. He would let him flounder about for a bit before giving up the location of the rest of K'lin's belongings. The blackrider could feel Hurriyyahth stirring from her sleep, and though Lorcanth's rider was ready to make a break for it, the black dragoness wasn't quite ready to let her new bronze mate leave. She had pressed herself around him thoroughly, her tail tip flicking in a pleased manner.

One day he will see that Mine is not so bad. The blackrider snorted in disbelief. That day would be long in coming.

In other circumstances he wouldn't really have minded leaving without a shirt. But at the moment he felt exposed in a way he never really had before. Suddenly he had some idea of what girls felt like when he stared. He promised himself fervently never to do that again, though honestly he was starting to think a bit of staring would do him some good right about now. He felt uncomfortably hot and uncomfortable in many other ways, and some time spent in the company of an accommodating lady would help cool him down. And hopefully make it easier to forget this particular room and that particular man leaning back watching him, looking far too smug. Mostly what K'lin felt like doing was pounding that smirk off V'kail's face, but even more he'd prefer to stay away from the not-so-clothed man.

He stopped and glared, shocked and affronted that he'd continue speaking when it was clear enough to him that they had nothing further to do with each other. And what he said didn't make that urge to punch him any smaller. Very little of it actually computed, but what he heard was enough to make him open his mouth angrily, fuming so much that he did little more than sputter for a moment before snarling and deciding that was sufficient. He turned sharply and continued searching the room, looking under things and walking around, pulling on socks and shoes as he found them and growing more agitated as his shirt continued to elude him.

Lorcanth rumbled quietly at Hurriyyahth's reassurance, too miffed to form any kind of real answer. But even if he was angry, he did have a lovely black curled around him, and K'lin was very thoroughly alone. He lowered his head over Hurriyyahth's shoulder, humming deep in his throat and narrowing his eyes in a manner far too pleased to mean anything good for his rider.

Furiously K'lin looked around the room, getting nearly murderous because his shirt so refused to throw itself at him. Without pausing to think about it, he cast back in his memory to try to think of where it had ended up. This was of course a mistake. It was then that Lorcanth took his chance to get revenge. Heated images rose to mind, but over all of those one clear image rose to the front. And it was of V'kail with S'rin leaning close to him. As if...

Again the bronzerider turned to V'kail, his eyes opening wide and his shirt forgotten. "You-" he croaked, pointing a shaking finger at the blackrider. For a few more moments he stuttered before anything coherent managed to get out. "My brother?" His voice rose again, taking on an accusing tone and a level of anger that had not yet been matched even with his shouting. Things were swinging quickly in a dangerous direction.

V'kail could see that things had suddenly turned from highly amusing to potentially threatening in a matter of seconds. He wasn't sure what had instigated the change in K'lin, but it couldn't be the shirt that was still lay hidden beneath him. The blackrider shifted backward ever so slightly when K'lin swung around and leveled an accusing glare at him. At first he didn't understand, at least not until the words 'my brother' were out of his mouth. Ah. So the bronzerider had finally put two and two together. He had wondered how long it would take him ever since S'rin had arrived at the Flight.

To say that his weyrmate was possessive of him described it accurately, how he had hovered nearby. Honestly, he wasn't sure why K'lin hadn't seen it then and there. It hadn't been that unnoticeable. V'kail could see that the bronzerider was far more than just angry and staying in bed wouldn't help him if things came to blows. Grabbing the blanket, he stood and wrapped it around his waist. His own pants had made there way to places unknown, but he wasn't about to go looking for them at the moment.

"Finally caught on have you?" he asked sarcastically. Probably not the best way to address the brother of your mate, he thought afterwards. It couldn't be helped though. He may have slept with the man but that didn't mean he had to like him. Civil was enough, thought he'd probably make an effort to be a little more nice to K'lin if S'rin wanted him to. He reached behind him and threw the now unhidden shirt at the other rider. It was more to distract him than anything else. It gave him time to shift away from the bed and toward his desk where his sword lay in its sheath.

Not that he'd really use the sharp pointy end on K'lin, but the hilt would make a good bludgeon if needed. He doubted the man knew his skill with a sword and V'kail wasn't about to spring that upon him, not unarmed as he was. "We've been together for quite some time really. I'm surprised he hasn't spoken to you about me." His finger ran across the edge of the table. "Quite the consummate lover, if you're curious about it," he added, though he wasn't sure why he was goading the bronzerider. Maybe he did want a fight after all. V'kail's blue eyes never left the other man, ready to see if K'lin would do anything.

He had paced in the weyr he had taken residence in for the night for some time before deciding something. How was he going to react to this sort of situation? How exactly was he supposed to react? He had been craftbred, just as V'kail had been Holdbred, but he thought that somehow, some way, the blackrider would be just a little easier with what had happened than he was. The first two times that Hurriyyahth had risen to mate, Arelath had been lucky enough to prove himself to the black time and time again. However, even though he knew that his dragon wouldn't win Hurriyyahth's flights all the time, he didn't expect this sort of blow to the pride. He wouldn't be this indecisive about what to do had any other dragon won the flight, but shards, did it have to be Lorcanth? K'lin was his brother, borne of the same flesh and blood that bore him; no matter what, S'rin worried that V'kail might become a bit too attached to the bronzerider because of the blood bond between them. He shook his head to clear his mind of the images of V'kail with K'lin, trying his hardest not to make himself too angry. He needed a clear mind when he went back to the weyr he shared with V'kail, after all; a fight with K'lin would not be a wise idea at the moment, and he'd rather avoid a confrontation with the elder, more muscular brother anyway.

Finally, he had decided that returning to the weyr would be better than pacing the one he was in, constantly worrying about things. He took a moment to reach for his tunic, resting right where he had strewn across the chair that rested nearby, before slipping it over his head. I suppose this is one of those 'now or never' moments, he thought as he combed his fingers through his hair, trying to clear his mind of the possible situations he might walk in on. Knowing his brother, however, there was the thankful knowledge that that wouldn't be going on again. Honestly, S'rin knew that if he walked in on something like that long after the effects of the flight had dissipated, he would punch K'lin, elder brother or not. "Are you ready to head back, Arelath?"

Out on the ledge, the brown dragon rumbled softly, concern for his rider showing in the yellow anxiety in his eyes. The man's need to see V'kail again was understandable enough, but what if he walked in on something that he wouldn't be happy seeing? There was never a guarantee, after all, and this event could very well break him. Arelath didn't wish to bring his rider to a place that might possibly hurt him, but he knew S'rin would be persistent, and there was no arguing with the man when V'kail was involved. Are you sure we should be doing this? Especially this early into the morning? Arelath asked, glancing towards the sun, which was just now looming over the Weyr's Rim. It was early, and perhaps it would be beneficial for the two of them to simply wait just a while longer before going near that particular weyr. I mean, what if Hurriyyahth--

"Don't finish that sharding sentence, Are," S'rin warned, his voice stern as he slipped his boots on. He didn't even want to think of the black curled up against the bronze, especially since he would be seeing it on his own soon anyway. Besides that, it brought up thoughts of V'kail and his brother, and that sent a new pang of jealousy ripping through him. "Let's...let's just go, alright? Even if we shouldn't be doing it, I have to." And with that, he hopped onto his dragon's shoulder, giving the brown a sound thump to signal him on his way before he felt the muscles underneath his thighs tighten in preparation for flight. Before long, they were in the air, gliding effortlessly towards the ledge both of them knew all too well.

Little time passed before they were at the ledge, Arelath's bulk landing with as little noise as possible to avoid disturbing Hurriyyahth and Lorcanth any more than necessary. The brown remained quiet while S'rin dismounted and stalked past the other two dragons, barely sparing them a kind glance before slipping into the sleeping area. He smiled as he caught sight of the scene playing out between his weyrmate and brother, knowing that things could go dangerously rather soon if nothing was done. "Well, what have we here?" he asked aloud, hoping to catch their attention before anything could happen. "I see I've already arrived too late for the morning-after sentiments," he teased, glancing towards K'lin and chuckling lightly at the thought of his brother behaving anything less than shocked and surprised at waking up next to another man. "Such a shame, really. Though I hope I haven't missed much else?"