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?"
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.
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?"