Morning After (winner of mating flight)

[freya]

M'rek was asleep in his bed and soon awoke to find a strange arm around him. His head was cloudy then he remembered that his green Isith had went into a mating flight and that the winner of the mating flight was in his weyr right now. The green dragon he saw was asleep on the opening of the weyr yet he couldn't see what color the dragon was that had won the mating flight. While the glows in his room cast a eerie light and no sun coming into the weyr. It was still night time or early morning then he fell back asleep.

His dragon awoke from her sleep and saw that everything was quiet. Isith fell asleep again pleased with her choice and content in the knowledge that her rider was okay. The two of them we're peaceful in the bond and would awake the next morning to find light coming in. M'rek awoke for a second then took a deep breath it was time to see who had won the flight. It had been a joyful experience and not one that he would say no to. His experiences mating flights we're always good and he hoped they continued that way.

[Ise]

D’ero was normally an early riser. Those first rays of sunlight were all it took to stir him from slumber. Unless it was the morning after a flight. Then the young man slept like the dead. When he finally did start to wake up, he was groggy and confused. This was not his bed, and he was fairly certain this wasn’t his room. He was also pretty sure that it wasn’t Jarshan his arm was curled around. Burying his face into the pillows that weren’t his, D’ero took a few slow breaths before reaching out for Horth.
There was a flight yesterday wasn’t there.
Mmhmm. I won too.
His dragon sounded so pleased with himself. It made D’ero feel bad that at the moment he wanted to scream.
Horuth? Am I in bed with a woman?
The brown rider was fairly sure he knew what the answer was but he wasn’t willing to look just yet.
What? Oh. No. Isith’s rider is male like you.

Well then. D’ero wasn’t sure how this could get any worse for him. Or any more awkward. Flights by themself were bad enough, D’ero was more then happy in his relationship with Jarshan so sleeping around with other people made him more then uncomfortable. And now he had managed to bed another man. Removing his arm from M’rek’s chest (yep that was definitely a manly chest, nothing soft there) D’ero pushed himself up and realized that this situation could actually get worse for him. He had left a verity of marks on M’rek; faint bruises could already be seen on his chest and arms, scratches marred his pale skin and D’ero was pretty sure there were a couple of bite marks as well.

Scrambling out of the bed, D’ero managed not to just fall out of it and started looking for his clothes. He need some pants at least. He would feel a lot better about all of this if he wasn’t naked. He spotted a pair, grabbed them and realized they were far too small to be his. Ah but there was his shirt at least. He snatched that up and pulled it on. It was long enough to at least hide some stuff though now he just felt like an ass standing there wearing a shirt.

[freya]

M'rek woke up when he heard all the noise and felt movement on the bed. He turned to see the bed empty then rubbed his eyes and looked around. The sight he saw made him smile as a tall man with brown hair was standing in front of his bed with only a shirt on. "Wow, I don't believe this what a night," said M'rek as he ran a hand through his dark hair and then was a bit embarrassed with the situation. The young man had to smile at the situation because here he was in his bed and standing at the man who had one the flight from the night before. "Well, congrats," said M'rek as his green laid still fast asleep though had started to move. He knew that this meant little to anyone upon waking and then felt the body ache. His attention went to the marks on his body and bruises that made him wince. It would no getting away with this because everyone could see the mark especially on the neck.

"You play rough," said Merak as he looked over his body then drew a sheet around himself and went to find his pants. He said, "I'm M'rek by the way," as he found his pants nearby and put them on. M'rek always tried to be cordial during these events because usually it was something that neither party wanted yet came with being a dragon rider. He wasn't normally into men and didn't even look their way except during a mating flight. It was hard to find women that rode blues or browns that would have been more to his likening. He was at least a good looking guy and no doubt the way that Isith was holding her head up high was feeling good herself.

The young green rider tried to find the man's pants that had gotten lost in the fray of their night and soon found them close to the door. "Here," said M'rek as he handed the pants to the man and turned around. M'rek was not one to even look anymore and waited for him to say something. He'd seen him around the weyr and when he noticed the color of his dragon knew that he had to be a wing second or something. "Hope I wasn't rough with you," said M'rek knowing that wasn't his way of doing things.

[Ise]

His pants. That had to be the best thing D’ero had ever seen. He snatched them away, and quickly pulled them on. He calmed a little though it wasn’t hard to tell that he still wanted to be anywhere but in the same room as another naked man. He cringed as the green rider commented on how rough he had been. The brown rider glanced towards his dragon, frowning slightly before he looked at M’rek then quickly averted his eyes again.
“Yeah. I know who you are M’rek. We’re on the same wing.”

D’ero scrubbed at his face, still trying to wake himself up a bit. He felt guilty about everything. He was well aware of the fact that he wasn’t handling this very well, that he never handled flights very well. But this time he hadn’t run out of the room at least, that was better then before. Seeing what he had done to the other man didn’t help him either. Yes, they were just bruises and they would fade in a few days but no wonder Jarshan didn’t want to deal with him when he was like that. How could anyone want to deal with that.

“I’m sorry about… all… of that.”
He waved a hand in M’rek’s general direction, still unable to look at the man though D’ero was no long sure if it was out of shame or guilt or embarrassment.
“I’m fine. Physically. I think. I didn’t really look…”
He shook his head as he tried to calm himself. He couldn’t freak out, he couldn’t let this kind of stuff bother him as much as it did. This was normal for dragonriders, something that he had unknowingly agreed with when he stood on the sands to Impress. D’ero was mostly worried that his panicking would hurt Hourth.
“I need some air.”
He mumbled the words before he turned and went to Isith’s ledge, ignoring the two dragons that were on it.

[freya]

M'rek watched the rider go to stand on the dragon ledge and he just shook his head. While M'rek was not attracted to men this just went along with being a dragonrider and had gotten used to it. The riders who rode male dragons at least got a say in whether they participated in a flight however the riders who rode gold or green never did. He had gotten used to the flights the last few turns and just sighed following him out. "You know it's okay and nobody got that hurt," said M'rek as he leaned on the outer wall of the ledge. "It just comes with being us," said M'rek as he went over to scratch his green's eye ledges.

The green rider smiled at the man and just waited for the rider to snap out of it. His belly was starting to rumble and remebered the physical extertation of last night must have taken a lot of his energy. "I'm going to get something to eat want to join me," asked M'rek as he didn't know if the other guy would want to bother with breakfast or just disappear like everyone else did after flights. It was very few times that a rider would remain after mating flight and M'rek had gotten used to this each time. It was the awkwardness that occured later in meetings that he hated. "I hope that nothing will be awkward between us after this," said M'rek as he looked at the other guy. He still wasn't on speaking terms with a old friend that had won the last mating flight and seemed to avoid him.

[Ise]

Dragon rider he may be, but at heart D’ero would always been a Northern. He couldn’t throw away all the things he found normal. Sleeping with random people was not normal for him. Sleeping with guys was even worse. It was just… wrong. Throw in just how physical he had been and D’ero was highly disturbed by him own behavior.
“This is not what I wanted when I agreed to stand. No one thought to tell me that I’d be forced to sleep around if I Impressed. Or that I’d end up sleeping with other men.”
He looked over at M’rek, a scowl resting on his features until he saw the marks he had left again. Then the look of anger melted away into one of just disappointment.
“It doesn’t matter if anyone got hurt or not. I still managed to do that. Sooner or later I will end up hurting someone.”

D’ero had no interest in joining M’rek for breakfast. He wanted to find a place to hide and just forget about this whole thing. But the next thing the green rider said made him stop. No, there couldn’t be any awkwardness between them, they were wingmates. It made him wonder just why he would even have to say something like that. Did things really get that weird for most people? He had assumed it was only the handful of Northerns who would be uncomfortable with this sort of thing. He looked over at M’rek, realizing just how clueless he was about things and pinched the bridge of his nose.
“…I’ll go with you. Things are just awkward for me, they won’t be awkward between the two of us.”
He hated flights but he took his responsibilities as a dragon rider seriously. He was not going to let this sort of thing affect how he worked in Illume Wing.

[freya]

M'rek smiled as the other guy said that this wouldn't affect their work and simply smiled. He didn't mind the flights anymore as he was attracted to women yet it had been fun. In truth M'rek just liked to be with different people for the fun of it and then said, "I guess we should be going then,". His smile turned into a more solemn face because he'd fun yet it was apparent that the other guy had not. It came with the risk of mating flights as some enjoyed them more then others. A thought went across his head that his green was very young and it was a good chance that this would happen again.

"I'm in the mood for pork and stew," said M'rek as he ran a hand through his dark curls and then smiled at the other guy. M'rek was not hiding his feelings as a smile continued to play across his face as he opened the door. "We can get something to eat then go on our separate ways," said M'rek as he looked over his green who still rested. If the other pair had not had fun then the the green pair defiantly had. He was thankful that they would get something to eat and then they'd this awkwardness would end.

[Ise]

D’ero nodded and followed M’rek out of his weyr passively. He tugged at his clothing a bit, trying to work some of the wrinkles out of them. At least he had managed to find all of his clothing this time and was leaving the flight with some bit of dignity rather then running away while the other person still slept.
“Klah. That’s all I want right now. Maybe then I can think about actually eating something.”
He listened to the mental sigh that Horuth gave him, knowing that his dragon just found his behavior odd.
At least make an effort to not be so dour. You won’t have to do another flight for a little while now.[/color]

That was a happy thought. Of course it just made him feel a bit guilty that he was happy about such things. Dragons had flights. It was normal. D’ero ran his hands through his dark hair as he made himself more and more frustrated.
“Are flights this… confusing for you. Since you’re a green rider. Or do they just not bother you since this is all ‘normal’ and perfectly acceptable.”
A serious look rested on his face as he looked over at M’rek.

[freya]

M'rek continued to walk down the hallway with the brown rider as he sighed at the question. "I've gotten used to it just wished that I could have one mating flight where I didn't get maimed in some way," said M'rek as he rubbed the marks on his skin. He remebered that it had been a rough night and sighed it was all part of being a green rider. When he stood on the sands those few turns ago there was a understanding that this was the life that he'd accepted. "It's a life that we all accepted when standing on the sands all those turns ago," said M'rek as he smiled at him. "We'll get something to eat come on you've got to eat," said M'rek as he looked over at his friend.

He was the type of guy that always wanted to make others feel better no matter what. The green rider knew that it was hard for those in a relationship and he thankfully didn't have that problem. M'rek wouldn't have to worry about upsetting the woman that he loved and didn't want to get involved that way. "It's all good we'll get some food and you'll feel better," said M'rek as he looked at him as they entered the lower caverns then went to get some porridge and klah.