The day had certainly gone by in a blur for little Kalepey. One minute, he was raiding wherry eggs from the farmer next door on a dare, the next moment, he has a dragon in front of him. The whole experience had nearly made Kal wet his pants. He thought for sure he was going to given to the Blue beast as a snack for all the trouble he had caused. The beast had merely crooned, nuzzling and lipping his clothes. Then the Rider was announcing that he was chosen for Candidacy.

His parents did not believe him. No one in their family had ever been Searched, let alone taken for the mighty clutches. If anyone in their family should go, it would be his older brother. In the end, the Rider had come inside their shabby little rock-hut to explain while Kalepey quickly packed. A flour sack was enough to carry his belongings, and he only needed a minute to kiss his sobbing mother(who kept exclaiming he was going to be a Green Rider for all the salty old men) and to nod at his stern eyed father, who merely sighed. With tense shoulders and wet eyes he left everything he knew, clinging to the great neck as the dragon winged above.

Kal had been told to drop his things off in a free room and explore. Of course, he always listened to instructions, so he went off to see just what Alevynn Weyr was really like. It was nothing like he had imagined. Men held hands here, so did women. There were children all over, as were dragons, which were much more interesting than grubby little brats. Of course, one could only stand and stare with their mouth open for so long before feeling like a fool.

So the gangly boy trotted off, back inside the caverns. He took a left, than a right in the winding halls, sure he was going the right way. Only, this place did not smell quite the same as the Candidate hall. No, it was a tad musky, with a hint of spice. If Kalepey hadn't bee a simple farmer, he would know that he was smelling dragons. All he knew was that it smelled different, and that he was obviously lost. The teen wavered, leaning his weight this way and that, trying to decide just which way to go. Finally, he resolved to ask one of the folks within the doors. They would surely know! He walked tentatively to the nearest one, large hand curling into a clumsy fist and rapping loudly.

"Excuse me! Anyone there? Excuse me!" He called, voice trailing off at the end, the tone obviously timid and unsure.

Rh'gar was not in a good mood. When was he ever in a good mood? He had refused to see any 'good' human healer and had done the patch job himself. He knew human anatomy well enough to know the slices on his back were not deep enough to have severed any major muscle groups, he could walk fine so his spine was fine(he hoped) and he had already bled out like a pig. If he was going to die he would have done it the first day. He was quite the sight from neck to waist covered in bandages, three ribs broken, his lip cracked, half his face a bruise. It didn't help poor Rh'gar and the fact that the six foot six man was not what one would call typically handsome on a good day. Now he just looked like..well shit.

He was grumpy, he had nothing to do, no dragons had injured themselves today and no one had sent a flirt for him, his own Arys, was curled up on his pillow like a gold goddess sound asleep. He poked her with a quill and dropped the paperwork he had been trying to finish off(though he had read the first four paragraphs eight times over he was sure) when a knock hit his door.

No one came to his door. If your dragon was injured, you screamed for him, you sent a flirt, you had your dragon contact Sulusth, who was peering past the carpet with his dusty, skeleton like bronze self with vague curiosity and some what worry.

This is where you get up, or he'll die out there..we all die though Sulusth offered in his frail reedy voice.

The man scowled at his dragon but got up after a moment with some heavy limping making his way to the door to all but yank it open with violent force. He didn't like visitors, he didn't like -people-. When he caught eyes on what was at his door step, half of him wanted to burst out laughing(this kid had to be gay, just by looking at him he knew that), the other half wanted to throttle him for what he represented. Twenty years without sex made a man a very angry man you see.

"What do you bloody want?" Rh'gar asked, peering down his thrice broken nose at the boy from his lofty height. His only good feature it would seem were his eyes, a pale teal color that seemed as cold as ice shards as he stood there.

"You are either some very well dressed drudge or a very stupid candidate. You're in the dragonrider hallways, didn't you take the time to read the signs or oh I don't know, smell the dragons? The candidate barracks are on the other side of the weyr." He looked him up and down again as though he was undressing him.

"And wild guess you expect me to take you back.'

There was a long pause, Kalepey holding his fist in the air, mouth open. He waited for what seemed like an eternity, before sighing. Maybe he should try another door? Then he heard faint rustling noises and dragging. Kal perked up, turning back around. Someone was in there!

His smile evaporated at the force with which the door was opened. Had he woken this guy up? Then the Candidate's wide eyes took in the man's form.

A fierce man, taller than any he had ever seen at the Hold loomed over him, face fierce and covered with bruises. The man's lip was split, his nose crooked and red. He was swathed with bandages that covered his and probably continued downward (not that Lepey was looking...). Fierce eyes the color of the winter sky glared as the split lips made demands.

"I-I-I don't know." The brown boy stammered in reply to the man, then he shook his head and tried again. "I mean. Um. Sorry to bother you sir. Uh, I'm no Candidate, uh. I came to clean your room!"

Kalepey lied. He hated seeing folk upset and he sure as shards had causes this man discomfort. The boy dropped his eyes, shifting uneasily from one foot to the other. His stubby fingers pulled at his frayed brown shirt as he avoided that piercing stare.

"Um, if you need help sir, I can help. You look to be in an awful lot of pain." His farmer accent was clearly audible in his soft voice. It would be charming to most folk, but probably would irritate Rh'gar.

Rh'gar hated liars. Yes he was a bad man at most times, bugger those who thought their knots made them better. They could shove it up their asses for all he cared. He told the truth, and he could smell a lie a mile off. He eyed the boy from head to toe, literally undressing him with his eyes before he leveled his gaze on his face. He took in the mused hair, the dark skin from being out in the sun to much, the accent and he snorted. Here to clean his room? Not likely. The best this boy was suited for was cleaning out the stables.

"I hate liars. Ever lie to me again and I'll happily give you a bruise to cover up half your face. But, since you offered.." The grin was completely feral, and alright he was an odd man, but he was an odd man with needs, needs that had not been met for a very long time and he didn't take into account that the boy might very well be vastly under age. Most weyr-children started early anyway, the little sluts. And plus, his injuries were giving him more blood to rage through his body than he needed...

And, he had to admit grudgingly, that the kid was sort of cute. In a baffled, farmer kind of way.

"Fine, come in and clean up. Doubt you'll find much to clean up though. You can help me get fresh bandages on, bit hard to wrap your own side and back." He grunted opening the door dragging the kid bodily in by his shirt collar and locked it behind him with a surprisingly loud clang.

Sulusth parted the curtains once again to see who had taken his riders interest and stared, eyes shadowed by his thick eye ridges. His hide, once a lovely bronze deep with red under currents, was now a dusty pale thing like old bronze left to rot. He was like a walking corpse, death brought back up his face positively skull like as he stared at the child, and stared some more.

Sulusth was a shy dragon and did not speak to the boy at the moment. If he asked a question of him he might respond but for now he just sat there and stared and wondered why his rider smelt like he did. Was he really expecting this tiny human critter to want to mate with him? He snorted, doubtful but kept his thoughts to himself.

True to his word his room was spotless, obsessively so. Everything was in order. Rh'gar pointed to a kit left on his desk and then pointed to the bed.

"I assume you've had or seen your fair share of injuries being a farmers whelp. You know how to bind wounds don't you? I'm a dragonhealer, doesn't mean I can bend my arms backwards to do it myself boy.'

"I hate liars. Ever lie to me again and I'll happily give you a bruise to cover up half your face. But, since you offered..."

Kalepey winced, hunching his shoulders. Shards, he had made the man angrier! Those strange blue-green eyes seemed way more expressive than the brown familair ones of home. Kal shivered at the strange, bruised man's smile. Those eyes were too bright, too piercing. This man...It was as if he were devouring the Candidate with his eyes alone...The only person to look at him like that had been Duhvid...

His dark throat convulsed a little, anger surging and causing his eyes to moisten. He blinked rapidly, looking to the side. Was he going to get in trouble for lying? Was he going to get kicked out now? Sent back home in shame? His parents would hate him even more...

"Fine, come in and clean up. Doubt you'll find much to clean up though. You can help me get fresh bandages on, bit hard to wrap your own side and back."

With a grunt, the large man was dragging a surprised but willing farmer into his lair. Kal's dark hair rose on the back of his neck at the click of a lock and he glanced back, a bit concerned now. When he turned back to inspect the room, he was distracted by the strange, rustling curtains. A gaunt muzzle, larger than the Blue dragon he had met that day, pushed into the room. It was a dragon, yet it didn't look like the gallant beasts of the stories. It seemed skull-like, dead, unreal. This thing had to be a Bronze, yet surely it wasn't because this thing was so faded, so wraith-like. ts eyes were dark and shadowed and Kalepey nearly jumped as it snorted, proving it was indeed alive.

The boy shivered, waving awkwardly at the beast before turning back to stare at the living quarters of this strange man and his equally strange dragon. He was in a Bronze Rider's room, and he wanted to take in the sight before he was kicked out. It may be the first and last time he was in one of these rooms.

Surprisingly, this dragonman was neat and clean. Kalepey always assumed dragon Riders had drudges to clean their rooms. Maybe that was why this one was so spotless? It looked like no one lived here.

"I assume you've had or seen your fair share of injuries being a farmers whelp. You know how to bind wounds don't you? I'm a dragonhealer, doesn't mean I can bend my arms backwards to do it myself boy."

Large fingers pointed to a kit and then the bed. Kalepey nodded, scuttling over to collect the bandages.This Rider spoke the truth. Kalepey had many scars from his foolish ventures. Surely he had wrapped and seen his sisters and mother wrap bandages enough to get the hang of it. He brought the kit over, hovering tentatively around the massive man. Placing the kit gently on the bed, he opened it, stubby fingers clumsy as they fiddled with the clasp. He pulled out the bandages, and hovered around the large Bronze Rider, hesitant about touching the man. He glanced up, brown eyes unsure before he just reached forward, large hands reaching to undo the bandage around the Rider's neck. He stood very close, breath hot on the taller man's clavicle as he focused intently on unwrapping the white bandages.

"Yes sir. I uh, know how to wrap a bandage well enough. It wont be as pretty as a Master Healer's work."

Lepey said lightly, trying to dispel his nerves with the lame jokes. This man was not only a king Rider, but he was a Healer as well! Kalepey would try his hardest to stay in the man's good graces.

"Are dragons much like human patients sir?"

For all the farmer knew, they would be like any other dumb animal and scream and kick when injured.Supposedly dragons could talk, but so far Kal hadn't heard any open their maws and speak. Also, how could such great animals get hurt? Kal had always thought the beasts invincible.

Oh this was to easy. The boy was just asking for it, and really with how tall he was, how lanky and the look in those eyes, he couldn't be that young and not inexperienced. It was a weyr for shards sake, and plus he was farmers born he just admitted it, they started even earlier marrying off their daughters at twelve and thirteen the moment they bled and proved to be women. There was no way what he was thinking could get him into trouble, and it wasn't as though he would force the boy, he knew what no meant...if it was said loud enough.

He sat still, perfectly so as his bandages were unwrapped and shivered a bit at the warmth on his neck. His poor, needy body responded though thankfully not enough down in a particular area. More like goose flesh rose on his arms and he looked about ready to snatch the kid right then and there. He didn't though. "Before you ask, yes those are stab wounds on my back and yes those ribs are broken and yes you are doing fine." He sighed voice tired as he closed his eyes enjoying the rare feeling of someone taking care of him for once.

When the question came he opened one eye then the other but it was Sulusth who responded to the boy. While his mental touch was gentle, almost ticklish his voice was thin and reedy, barely there.

We have more sense t-than humans. We can tell you b-b-etter where we are injured, and c-considering we have many parts you lack, this is a good thing. Taking c-c-are of us is a task much more special and hard than a mere human

Rh'gar cast his dragon a faintly amused look. He was surprised he had spoken at all to the boy, though he supposed he should take it as a good sign, or..well he didn't know. "What he said." He grunted and stopped the others hand when it went to close to a surprisingly ticklish area on his side. Yes he was over thirty turns old, a giant of a man and he was ticklish! Bugger off.

"You might want to ignore that area." He warned him for his own safety though he kept hold of the hand examining the fingers, the wrist the muscles that moved under the flesh. He lightly stroked his fingers, a test perhaps to see how he'd respond before he let him go, oddly gentle and motioned at his back. "Try not to throw up on me, I have no idea what they look like.'

Rh'gar was not wrong to assume that Kalepey had experience. Kal had plenty from the time spent with traitorous Duhvid. Granted, both had been clumsy and unsure as to how to go about the sexual acts, but once they mastered it, they had done all sorts of things. Not all of it had been consensual on Kalepey's end. He still shivered a bit around hand knives and hoof picks...

Kalepey was pleased that his patient wasn't squirming. It made this whole business much easier on his fumbling fingers. The Rider's arms and neck were stubbled like plucked goose, he noticed, as he pulled the old, soiled cloth off the man's neck and chest.

"Before you ask, yes those are stab wounds on my back and yes those ribs are broken and yes you are doing fine."

Still, the former farmer couldn't help hissing sympathetically at the violent bruises that were exposed under each layer of bandage. Shards, he couldn't imagine what the knife wounds would look like..

Pey wrinkled his nose unconsciously, his head-no, inside his head seemed to twinge and twitch as something foreign whispered into his mind. The voice was soft and nasally, not like the deeper voice of the man he was tending.

We have more sense t-than humans. We can tell you b-b-etter where we are injured, and c-considering we have many parts you lack, this is a good thing. Taking c-c-are of us is a task much more special and hard than a mere human

He blinked his plain, brown eyes, glancing up at the man he was tending, a bit frightened. Dragons did not talk to lowly farmers. They certainly did not speak to folks who were not their Rider. Kal stared at the skeletal beast, still unsure he had heard the dragon speak.

""What he said.""

The Rider said, grunting a bit under the boy's clumsy hands.For a heartbeat, the Candidate was afraid he had hurt the man. Then a large, warm hand held his, as Kal had wandered to unwrapping the ribs. He held his breath, pulse speeding a bit as the man examined his wrist and fingers. Unexpectedly, the Bronze Rider stroked his fingers. The dark skinned boy exhaled shakily, skin tingling under the surprisingly intimate touch. The teen's large hand never struggled from the grip. He was released and Kal slowly brought his hand up, eyes lowering once more as he cradled the hand close to his chest for a brief moment. For once in his life, Kalepey was proud of his dark complexion, for if he had been fair and thus more attractive to the lady farmers, he would be quite red of cheek at the moment. He distracted himself from the inappropriate response, doe-brown eyes raising once more to meet the Rider's.

"I am honored that your dragon answered me sir. Thank you sir Bronze."

He dipped his shaggy head to the dragon, eyes shining a bit in awe. He almost forgot about his patient, eyes devouring the dragon form. Then he was being pointed to the man's back. Dutifully he moved to look. If he was sanding closer than necessary, some parts of him pressed gently to the other's back, Kalepey would never admit it. He was a teenage boy, he had needs too...

As he leaned around to unwind the white cloth from the Brinze Rider's back, he gasped, wincing at the punctures gaping in the skin like angry mouths. He found himself reaching to touch, morbidly fascinated. His calloused finger tips ran feather light next to the wound as his other hand set to do...Something. He felt like he should be covering those, sparing the man the gruesome details of his back. But, well, he had been asked to and Kalepey would obey. He always obeyed.

"Sir Bronze Rider, these look really bad. Do you want numbweed on them?"

"Honored?" Rh'gar snorted as he turned to look at the boy, as much as he could without tearing open half healed wounds, not a pleasant experience to be felt by anyone he was sure. "Most dragons here will happily chat your damn head off if you let them, especially the greys. They'll talk to anyone who they please you know. As for Sul' you should be considering yourself damn lucky he doesnt like talking to anyone. He's got a case of social phobia thanks to..an accident." He cringed a moment of darkness filled his face before he let it be soothed away by the others touches.

He didn't miss how close the boy was sitting to him, the brush of fabric against him in places. He had control of his body yes, but for how long? Was he flirting with him, or did this farmers get not have any idea what he was doing? Rh'gar may have enjoyed...the younger offerings but he wasn't going to rape someone, god forbid. He'd spent most of his childhood being whipped and punished for being a failure anyway. Why would he add to that? It was more fun when your partner was having pleasure to. Still, should he, shouldn't he? The boy was obviously a candidate, was it his place to corrupt him?

Why was he even questioning this. Of course it was.

"Call me Rh'gar, I'm tired of you calling me sir bronze rider. I am no king rider, I am a dragonhealer do you understand? They took that rank 'way from both of us. And no it doesn't hurt that bad not unless you plan on doing something to me that would put strain on my back." He smirked giving him a knowing look. Now would he fall for it? He didn't know. He seemed the type who would have to be led by the hand, told exactly what to do and telling him that 'he wanted him in his bed now' just seemed like a command that he couldn't utter and wouldn't utter.

"You can see well enough my back is filled with scars. I lost most of the feeling on there. It's mostly just the ribs that bother me." Shifting just enough to grasp for the farmer boys son hand he took it in his own eying the dark skin, skin used to hard work by the feel of it. "So why do you want to be a candidate boy?"

The gangly lad blinked in surprise. Dragons actually spoke to other people in this Weyr? How strange. Not that he was complaining. Who else back home could say a dragon had deigned to speak to them? A goofy little grin tugged the boy's dark lips as he thought of his family's reaction back at the farm.

Kalepey sobered however, at the mention of the great beast's phobia. He glanced at the sickly hide, round eyes sad and pitying. Poor thing. To be of such a grand rank and importance and not be able to chat with anyone like he should. It didn't help that the dragon was a bit scary looking...

His attention was not held by the dragon for long. The Rider had turned to look at him as he talked, warm breath ghosting back. Kalepey's hands grew less steady in their caresses.


"Call me Rh'gar, I'm tired of you calling me sir bronze rider. I am no king rider, I am a dragonhealer do you understand? They took that rank 'way from both of us. And no it doesn't hurt that bad not unless you plan on doing something to me that would put strain on my back."

There was no mistaking that grin or that tone. His pulse raced, his guilt rose and he still found himself returning the smirk with a smile. He laid his hand flat on the man's ropey back. Rh'gar. Rh'gar was the name of this man who so obviously wanted him, what his body could offer.

Or the dragonhealer thought Kalepey threatening. Even if he was a simple farmer, he wasn't dumb. He was no threat to this man, injured or fit. No, this Rider wanted sex. If the Rider wanted him in that way, Kalepey would offer himself. It was how the world worked. The weak bowed to those in authority. Both males had needs that could be fulfilled by the other. There was no need to balk or hesitate.

"You can see well enough my back is filled with scars. I lost most of the feeling on there. It's mostly just the ribs that bother me."

The large man shifted, grabbing his hand once more. Duhvid had never held his hands. Never found them fascinating like Rh'gar seemed to. Kalepey kept very still, unsure of what exactly he should do with himself. The heat in his blood was rising, and he found his mind preoccupied with all sorts of inappropriate thoughts.

"So why do you want to be a candidate boy?"

Feeling emboldened, Kal slid a large hand down Rh'gar's rough back to rest on the man's side. He leaned into the older man's touch, pupils dilating a little bit.

"I fit in no were else sir Rh'gar," He said quietly, hand stroking up and down over the bandages. Kalepey paused, before continuing. The worst that could happen was the man kicking him out, right? "I heard there is a place for people like me at the Weyr, people who are...Different."

Kal leaned in close, heart thumping like a stampede of runners in his chest. Every part of the boy was alert, brushing or touching the other man. His voice was a bit rougher as he continued.

"I don't want you tearing your back up sir, but would you be willing to go through a bit of strain?"

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Rh'gar shivered a bit as that hand roamed down his back. He couldn't feel it completely which made the touch almost featherlight to him. He enjoyed it. Yes he tastes ran for the more rough, but at the moment he couldn't handle rough, and he highly doubted someone as tiny as this farmers whelp could handle rough either. It was a shame he had no idea what he was thinking or he would have been offended. He wanted Kal to come to his bed willingly not feel as though it was something he had to do, that it was an order. To him such a thing stank of rape but he didn't know that and he leaned into the hand instead keeping his grip, gentle but firm on the other.

"This weyr is filled with different yes. That's the difference mainly between a Weyr and a hold. Weyr's dont care whether your gay straight bisexual, asexual into animals or what ever the fuck you want to do to. All they care is you don't hurt anyone doing it." He put pressure on the last words, tried to make sure he realized he wasn't going to hurt him, rape him or anything frightening like that.

While his last words made a shiver go through his body, his cock hardening in his pants already, so very eager, instead he turned a bit to grasp Kal by the chin turning his face upward to meet his eyes.

"Stop calling me Sir. I may be a bronze rider but here? I don't outrank you. You could tell me no you realize, I'm not trying to entice you into my bed for you to only regret it later. Yes, I'm quite fond of the way you look, and your adorable way of being all shy. But I am not fond enough to rape you and not realize I'm doing it. So if you are not into men, or should I say men of my age and stature, you can go now and there will be no harm done." His voice was rough, almost rude but Rh'gar could speak no other way and he wanted him to understand. Badly, so very badly.

He stroked his thumb over the others small hand running his fingers up his wrist, a light touch. He wanted to see how he would react, to smell to use his sight to figure out if he wanted him or just thought this was some fucking order. He'd kick him out himself if it was the later. As badly as he needed this. The boy, so tender, shy, he wanted to sink his teeth into him, to taste him, to hold him and bruise him and claim him as his own, just for tonight..

"As for my back, don't worry about it. You cant weigh more than a quarter of what I do." He told him with a lecherous smile. "You being on top of me isn't going to do anything to me. Unless of course you say no and you'd rather run away. So I leave it up to you.'

Rh'gar quivered under his fingers, and only willing folk responded to such intimate touch. Right? Then the taller man was leaning into Kal's hand, still holding the other. Kalepey bit his lip, shifting a little behind the injured Rider, trying to get comfortable as he listened.

The motions did not help his situation, as he felt himself responding to the pitiful amount of friction. Rh'gar's words, about not hurting him...It was sweet. So thoughtful. If Kalepey hadn't wanted this, he was sure Rh'gar could pin him. The Rider wanted consent. It was strange, how this older man wanted him, and wanted Kalepey to want him in turn. That Rh'gar wouldn't just act on his impulses and claim what he wanted. Wasn't that what dragonmen did?

This one strange, different. He actually liked how Kal looked and felt. Kalepey could only blink and stare, lips parted to just try and breath throughout the whole thing. A calloused hand reached back to catch the boy's dimpled chin, tilting his face up. Kalepey's brown eyes were forced to meet the clear bright blue gaze of Rh'gar. He wanted to submit, defer to those piercing eyes, but he was held captive by the rough voice and the clear eyes. The farmer felt his breath quicken, and his eyelids flutter closed for a brief moment, shivering under the rough hand that held his own. A soft whine surprised Kalepey into opening his eyes, only to realize he was the one who had made the noise.

Suddenly he was impatient, eyes dark and voice a tad lower as he responded.

"Yes. Yes Rh'gar. Now. Please. I- Please?"

He licked his dark lips, entire body trembling now as he scuttled around the bed, trying to face the taller man, to get into a better position to touch, taste, and see. Age did not matter to Kalepey right now, nor did appearance. Right now he just craved this man, and the feelings only another body could provide.

His fingers wrapped around the large hand that held them, his body swinging around to the Rider's front. Gently he shook his head, hoping Rh'gar would release his chin so he could move better. He slid his wandering hand down as he moved, curving it to fit the hip bone he felt under those damned bandages. Eagerly, he went lower, palming the obvious bulge in the older man's pants.

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EDIT : [[Added another paragraph. Also, feel free to Godmode a little here <3 You can do anything, as long as ya don't kill him (which I doubt Rh'gar would do.lol.)]]

It would seem the farmers boy could turn the charm on quite quickly. He had asked, numerous times if he wanted to go, he had responded no to each time and Rh'gar finally decided questioning, well questioning was boring. He badly wanted to just tear clothes off and rut like wild animals but he knew that would hurt Kal, and he wanted the boy to realize just because he was a near seven foot monster, it didn't mean he was that kind of man. Rh'gar was drawn to people it would seem, who had the same insecurities as he did, the same issues. No matter what form he could always tell, and he smiled softly as he watched the boy move around. His gaze was feral, like a caged tiger calculating each and every move Kal made.

When that hand touched him, his own dropping to those hips(so thin, he could break him...), he grunted in surprise and flushed a bit when his body reacted lifting his head a bit to stare at Kal suspiciously almost. "It would seem you are trying to seduce me." The rough man joked softly moving with care since his back and ribs were indeed quite bruised. They wouldn't be able to handle this the normal way, and he didn't want to do it the more comfortable way for himself, which would make Kal feel like some mare to be mounted he was sure. That only left one option. One option that Rh'gar was quite pleased to think of, the thought of that body flush tight against his own, skin to skin contact. You couldn't get closer.

"Don't be scared. This is the only way I can figure out that would be comfortable for us both." He told him as he held him up, as though he weighed nothing(he didn't) and placed him on his lap carefully rearranging Kal's own to be on either side of his hips. That put direct pressure on his cock and he moaned a bit burrowing his face in the others neck as he shifted to lift himself up just enough to rub against the other. Friction was a cruel mistress, a mixture of pain and terrible pleasure. He wanted those clothes off...now.

Nipping, gently but hard enough to leave marks(claim him, mark him, he's mine, mine), he drew a line of these bites down to his neck and collarbone sliding one hand to his back to hold him steady as he did so. Rh'gar tested every area above the shirt for signs of pleasure, sucking, licking and biting at the collarbone, his neck and up to his ears, drawing his tongue over the soft flesh before he kissed him, and that was rough too because he wanted to mark him.

When he pulled away his eyes were dilated, he was grinning feraly at him as he kissed him, more gently and chaste this time. He took the boys pants in one hand(wanted to rip, tear them) and slid his fingers between fabric and cloth to grasp him, stroke him and run his thumb from head to base and back again all the while smiling like he wanted to eat him.

"You need to tell me if I'm doing well..'

The hot eyes of the Rider followed Kalepey, made him shiver with anticipation. It was intoxicating, knowing he could make this man, this large, important man feel desire. Eagerly he moved his large palms upon the hard cock, making his companion grunt, making those experienced hands grip his hips. The Rider stared at Kal, almost wary as he spoke, voice gruff.

"It would seem you are trying to seduce me."

Kalepey smirked, peering at Rh’gar through his lashes, but otherwise not answering. He wriggled as the older man made himself comfortable, hand still working on the deliciously sized length.

"Don't be scared. This is the only way I can figure out that would be comfortable for us both."

He raised a brow, confused. The only way he had ever been taken was from behind. There were other ways? The farmer’s question was answered when he felt himself lifted. Lepey yelped, surprised by the injured man’s strength. He was settled quickly by the strength of those hands, right on top of the hardened length. Kalepey hissed appreciatively, grinding down, moving with the dragonman. His stubby finger scrabbled at the man’s muscled chest, heedless of any wounds as hot lips found purchase on his neck. A pinch of teeth made him moan, bare his neck for more even as his lover continued his trail of hot kisses, the intoxicating scrape and nip of teeth. Kalepey panted, eyes fluttering closed as he leaned back against the large palm that supported his back.

Never had his lover pleasured him on purpose. Always with Duhvid it had been a mistake when Kalepey had whined and moaned. Kal had had to beg before he could reach completion himself, and only after Duhvid had been satisfied. The boy could not help but compare the two, one he had known his whole life, one he had known a day. This man, this Rh’gar was much better in the first few minutes than Duhvid had ever been in the course of his entire affair with the other boy. Perhaps it had to do with experience? Not that Kal really cared. Right now his mind was a slave to instinct. Slave to his cock, which was wrapped in a calloused hand, a thick thumb dragging from head to base.

Kalepey gasped, hips bucking into the rough heat, brown eyes wide, pupils blown. He was assaulted by pleasure on all sides, grinding his ass upon Rh’gar’s cock, thrusting into that experienced hand, kissing back until his lips were swollen. Kalepey made a sound of protest as Rh’gar drew away.

"You need to tell me if I'm doing well..”

HIs lover said, smiling like a hungry wherry. Kal bit his lip, glaring a little.

Doesn’t this guy realize he what he is doing to me?

The dark boy ground his hips down once more, leaning forward. He mouthed clumsily at Rh’gar’s strong jaw, whispering, voice lust rough.

”Yes, now give me more.”

Kal growled, nipping playfully. His hands settled on the strong hips, gripping tight. Kal pulled roughly at the trousers, not thinking of how hard the cloth would be to remove in their current position.

Rh'gar had to wonder if what Kalepy was thinking. After all he was a man well into his older years, and yet here he had a young, spry handsome young lad on him who didn't care nor question the fact that he was doing just this. Touching him, stroking him loving his body with all he had. He never once had commented on the bronze dragon which made him endeared and possibly vaguely obsessive with the child. No one after all had a reaction like this to him in a long time..

He chuckled, deep more like a growl as Kal kissed him, and tried to get pants off at the same time. "Shh, slow down. I'm, not going anywhere. I am injured you know." He would play that off as long as he could though he was well aware that Kal by now probably knew, injured or not, Rh'gar had no plans of stopping. He only wanted Kal to slow down so he didn't end to soon, the best times he knew, from the few lovers he had in his past, were when you managed to hit it together. Nothing was better.

"I'm not going to fuck and run kid." He grunted nipping him on the cheek before he took over his mouth once again tongue invading the warmth with all the hunger he was trying to withhold. He nibbled and bit at Kal's lips as he managed to at least untie both of their pants. Some of the pressure was freed for himself which meant he could ignore it..for a few moments. Still trying to distract Kal he gave a hard yank of the others pants before he tried to lift him up. It hurt, it was obvious it hurt he grimaced in pain as his ribs protested but he still did it. He held him up like he weighed nothing, stripped him of the last garments he wore. He motioned for him to stay kneeling upward and tugged off his own pants before he all but yanked Kal on top of him.

Body to body contact, it was so sweet. He almost wanted to just take him, then and there but he growled his frustration as he kissed along his collarbone. Since he would have to get up to get what he wanted, and fuck if he was going to do that quite yet, he lifted a hand up placing his fingers at the others lips. "Suck." He demanded as he smirked at him. "And if you can still think when I'm done, you'll have to grab the oil off of my table there...." He was promising terrible lecherous things and he loved it.

Kally would never know why he was such a pushover, or why he so desperately sought the approval of others. He never actually stopped to think about such things. He was a simple farmer, who lived hour by hour, day by day. Many questioned his mental health, or if the boy actually had opinions of his own. Kal never did. He didn't really care. He had an older man or higher rank wanting him of all people in his bed, and that was all that mattered. All he wanted was to bring this man pleasure in any way he could, and hopefully feel good in the process, because it had been months since the last time he had had sex.

A frustrating chuckle, almost a feral sound hummed against his red, kiss-swollen lips. Kal made a sound of protests, but was sobered at the reminder of his lover's state of health. Was it really okay to be doing this? Kalepey wouldn't hurt Rh'gar, right? The brown skinned boy stilled immediately, kissing the broad chin of the dragon man in a sort of apology.

"Sorry s-Rh'gar."

He muttered, hissing as the man nipped his cheek. No more words, now that those lips were back on his own. Even though he had apologized, he couldn't help but gape his jaws, lick his way into Rh'gar's mouth as their tongues writhed together. Kalepey's mouth was shiny with spit as he kissed back, moaning and humming with each clash of teeth,tongue,and lip. Hands were moving at his crotch and he tried to help, but the Bronze Rider's mouth was too distracting. Kal's large palms just gripped at the man's well defined hip bones. A yank at his trousers was barely felt as one hand left the Rider's hip to go to his neck, trying to deepen the kiss. His eyes had been closed, but the tension in Rh'gar's body was easy to feel when they were pressed this close. His brown eyes opened to see an obvious grimace of pain. Kal tried to pull back, but he was wrestled free of his clothing and could only nod dumbly and kneel. Kal really doubted that any blood was in his brain right now. Not that he needed it there, as he was tugged down.

There was nothing like the slide of skin to skin contact, or having skin bared to the air. Both were enjoyed as Kalepey landed, skin slightly damp from their heated activity. He moaned, fingers trembling at Rh'gar's bruised face as the man kissed his collarbone once more. Who knew that such an area could be so sensitive? He stared as fingers were placed upon his lips, confused as to just what he was supposed to do.

"Suck.And if you can still think when I'm done, you'll have to grab the oil off of my table there...."

Came the command, a sexy smirk quirking the Rider's lips. Kalepey shivered, opening his mouth and moaning. This was sort of like sucking cock right? Duhvid had always liked when he moaned, so it would work here, right? So he suckled hard at the fingers offered, swirling his tongue and staring at Rh'gar's beautiful eyes through his lashes. He hallowed his cheeks, scraping the man's index finger with his teeth gently.

Fuck. He had to wonder what that mouth would be like somewhere else. But no, such things were not for this time, if there were going to be other times. Hell, he'd stalk the damn kid if he had too. He didn't care about his age seemingly nor his loss of rank. He grumbled his pleasure probably a stupid look on his face as he watched Kal' lick and suck his fingers. He realized he probably could have come just from that and hastily withdrew his fingers with a blush of embarasment. Had it really been that long? He felt like a teenager all over again.

"This is going to hurt a bit.' He warned as his hands wrapped around those beautiful hips lifting him up just enough to get the spit soaked fingers to where he wanted them to be. He was careful at first, kissing and licking at Kal's chest to distract him as he moved one digit in. He rubbed and stretched searching for that spot. He would know he had found it when the boy called out, or his body tightened around him. For now he just tried to stay on his current job at hand, which was making this not hurt Kal at all expect for the normal soreness.

When he had three fingers there he kissed back up to his lips, shivered and decided enough was enough. He couldn't keep this on much longer, Kal would kill him he was sure and he hastily pointed to the oil removing his hands, gently but not before slapping Kal's backside lightly with a gren.

"Oil, now." He grunted, most words forgotten as he lay there hoping his ribs and everything else would stop hurting because shards, this was just what he needed. "You're a farm boy, means you rode runners right?" He grinned wider, like he was likely to eat the boy.

"Think of me as just a very big runner.." Ooh, this..this was going to be something that would turn Rh'gar into a rather creepy stalker, Sul knew that. But the dragon left his human at play. He supposed if Kal did not enjoy his riders company he would tell him..he hoped.




((sorry its short not feeling to hot-_

If Kalepey could smirk, he would have. How delighting, knowing that it was his mouth making a Bronze Rider fall apart. Or perhaps he was doing this wrong, as, with an obscene pop, the fingers were taken from his lips. The bruised man was obviously flushed, but he quickly composed himself, large hands gripping Kalepey's hips and lifting. Kal couldn't help but tense a little. He knew where this was going, and the first intrusion was always a bit painful. The boy couldn't help but shudder as the large fingers made their way down, pressing at his entrance before the digit was working its way in.The dark boy hissed, clenching around the finger in protest. Kisses and licks at his chest were distracting him a little as he forced himself to relax and accept the finger inside of him.

It was strange, to feel something wriggle inside of him and he was dreading the rest when the finger brushed against something deep within.

"Aaah!"

He gasped, body jerking and tightening about the finger. It felt like lightening had shocked his body and he jerked again as the finger pressed against that spot.Kalepey wriggled, trying to guide the finger back, pressing and moving with the fingers the worked him, stretched him open. He was shivering at this point, cock hard and aching, leaking a bit as he panted and quivered. He clumsily kissed Rh'gar back, a bit frantic now with need. Kal didn't know how long he could continue. The farmer was on the verge of demanding Rh'gar get inside of him, when his lover spoke. The Bronze Rider obviously had more sense than the teenager, as he withdrew his fingers, Kalepey gaping wide with the loss. He would not have remembered the oil if Rh'gar had not insisted. A sharp sting on his rump mad the boy yelp, brown skin turning slightly pink. He glared down at the older man, though the menace in the expression was not there, instead, his eyes were dark with lust, lips red nd swollen, and cheeks flushed.

"Oil, now."

Scrambling, the boy waddled off to obey, grabbing the little pot and waddling back. He felt strange, all open and empty. It felt wrong. Rh'gar would hopefully fix that soon!

"You're a farm boy, means you rode runners right?"

Kal nodded, wondering just what Runners had to do with anything right now and why his battered companion was grinning so wide. Not that he minded.

"Think of me as just a very big runner.."

Ooooh! Kal thought, scrambling carefully back onto the large man's lap, long legs trembling as he held himself up over the beautifully jutting cock. Hastily, Pey smeared oil onto the length, licking his lips as he felt the weight and girth of it. He took his hand away reluctantly, knowing that if he continued, he would never get to feel Rh'gar within him. As an after thought, he scooped more oil out, sticking his fingers inside himself, hissing a little as he spread the oil around. He didn't do a proper job of it, shoving the lubricant aside. He held Rh'gar's penis gently in his hand, lowering himself and slowly, inch by inch, taking it in. It seemed like Turns before he was seated all the way. He just sat there, gasping and trembling, merely feeling the stretch. Then, his pleasure filled mind remembered Rh'gar's advice and he began to move. He posted, like one would on a trotting runner. Except, he kept his bouncing to a minimum, as Rh'gar almost slipped out a few times. He leaned forward, hands on the mattress for balance. When he came back down, he felt the most exquisite shock, and he new he had found the spot Rh'gar had been rubbing moments ago. Eagerly, he held the angle, lowering and raising himself. A chorus of slapping skin, grunts and little exclamations of,

"Ah, ah, ah!"

Filled the room. Kal could feel the heat within him coil tighter, could feel himself growing harder each time that special place within was hit. His cock bounced obscenely with his bouncing, dark and swollen.

Ah. That was the beautiful music he wanted. Once he knew where it was he continued to tease him, flick and stroke though never put pressure on it. He did not want Kal to end this to soon, he was going to do everything in his power to have him come with him. And then after..his brain couldn't think that far, but flickering images of keeping the boy roamed in his eyes. He was insane, he knew, surely he was crazy. He just met the boy, he came to his door, lost and he all but forced him into having-the warmth tightening around his fingers had made him groan in delight all his bad thoughts leaking away.

Rh'gar watched him grab the oil with a smirk eyes dark with lust, want need. When he straddled him and touched him he groaned and hips jerked in response his own glare flashing like lightening in his eyes. He would finish far to soon if he-He nearly ended when he saw Kalepy oil himself as well and the look on his face, well if Kalepy ever wanted anything the mere threaten of such an act would probably make the big healer get it for him. Obsession ran far, he was a man who wasn't used to touch, used to people, and now that he had it he didn't want to let go...

This had been the only way he could think of that Kal would be able to keep his own pace, and when he lowered himself on him he nearly did away with that. Warmth, tightness, so tight around him making him snarl and grind his teeth so he didn't move his hips and hurt him. Finally though when Kal began to move he wrapped his hands around his hips, just touching, as his teeth ran over his collarbone his growls of pleasure murmured into the boys throat.

He knew he would end to soon, far to soon. Knowing that Rh'gar grasped Kalepy's member in his own grinning wickedly as he did so. He kept biting, licking making sure to bruise. He would claim him, damn anyone who touched him after. Some how he was mindful here as well, fingers pumping him in time to his thrusts, stroking from head to base and back again as he made his gradual way down his neck to his chest.

"Come for me boy, and if you think you can leave after this.." He didn't finish that half threat, hoped only that Kalepy was distracted, to wrapped around the pleasure to know what he had said. He didn't even realize the depth of his own insanity at this moment. "Come with me boy.." He murmured arching up into him tightening and trying so very hard to hold it back. There would be other times, he swore to himself, they would be slow, less frantic and he thought with a feral grin, perhaps things Kalepy had never enjoyed before.

Watching and hearing Rh'gar snarl and groan was like a drug to Kalepey. He just wanted more and more. Make no mistake, the boy had no emotional connection with Rh'gar, they had barely talked to each other. He was more delighted that someone, anyone could need or want him, even for something as base as this.

Kal groaned, dropping suddenly on the delicious length stretching him out. He jerked at shock of pleasure, arching his back. A slick sheen of sweat coated his body, highlighting the clean lines of his bared neck, lips glistening. The sounds the farmer was making were cut off as he gasped, hissing and panting as Rh’gar’s teeth and breath made his skin burn like fire. The brown boy reveled in his sensation, somehow keeping a steady, rocking pace.

Of course, all of that was forgotten as a sure, calloused hand wrapped around his cock. Kalepey whimpered, hips stuttering. He bit his lip, trying to hold himself back from the friction offered. His glazed eyes gave no indication of hearing Rh’gar’s threat, but he did catch the command and eagerly complied. The boy bucked and writhed moving faster on Rh’gar’s cock, breath stuttering on his high cries. He could feel the heat building, feel his body drawing taut. His movement lacked any finesse or rhythm. Kalepey needed release or he was going to die. Then Rh’gar was arching into him, just as he was coming down, striking his prostate hard. With a shrill cry, the dark boy was coming, muscles spasming around the older man uncontrollably. Panting, Kal slumped, sweaty and sticky, against Rh’gar. He was limp and pliable upon his older lover’s lap.

((Now here is where I state you can godmode as long as you dont kill my lovely Rh'gar. And where I also state you signed the form he's not all there remember? 8D))

Perfect. It was perfect. Such sweetness he had yet to taste for some time now, and he followed Kal' almost a moment after, muffling his growl of pleasure against his throat as he held onto the boy. Only then, as his world began to settle back into place with an almost audible snap, did he realize what he had done. The stickiness between them both, the heat of their bodies, the smell. Rh'gar frowned the dragon healer trying to make sense of what he had done, but all he could feel was warmth, wetness and his brain didn't want to.

Carefully he lifted Kal up as though he weighed nothing setting him on the bed. He gave him what he hoped was a 'reassuring look before he went to go grab some clothes, dipping them in the jar of water by his desk. He cleaned himself up as best as he could stepping over to the bed to offer them to Kal. He did not do it for him, at least but he was looking at him with an odd look in his eyes.

Mine, do you realize what you are doing? Sul' had remained quiet while his human had fun, but when he felt those thoughts in his mind he became confused, worried to a degree. Sul was shy yes, but could he over come that to talk to the boy, wisk him away if he had to? The dragon doubted it, but he wasn't sure if his rider would do what he was thinking.

"I shouldn't have..been so hasty." Rh'gar cleared his throat voice hoarse with disuse as he stared at Kal oddly. Bending he grasped the boys clothes setting them on the bed as he sat there, naked himself, trying to calm down, think rationally about this all.

"Sul is right.." He grunted, forgetting the boy could near hear. "I abused my ..rank." He all but spat that word out. "Yet again. I don't even know how old you are boy, or where you were suppose to be." He started to realize, in the back of his mind how this looked. What people might say, and he curled up around that thought, such a dangerous thought..

Kal was perfect though. His face, his features, his body and Rh'gar could do nothing but sigh. "You cheated." He told him quietly. "Just..look at you. It's not even a flight and I what, molested you, raped you is that what you'll tell them?" He didn't sound angry, just..thoughtful. "Hmm, would it surprise you to know that I'm fond of that face boy, that I'd care to see it again? You can scream and call me a stalker if you wish." He didn't stalk though he just..

Sul sighed nudging the curtain aside to eye the boy on the bed. Mine...is s-s-imply confused. Perhaps if you t-t-old him he did not force you, and in clear w-w-ords if you wish to see h-him again...candidate. If you s-s-stand and bond, you might as well have..human fun Perhaps the boy didn't know, Sul wasn't aware but he could tell, easily enough and he inclined his head to Kal. His poor rider, if this one did bond he hoped it was to something female, though the thought of that brought to mind that greenriders female and he turned his head away with a painful wrench. No, no females. Never again.

Shortly after his orgasm, Kalepey could feel Rh'gar tense, and his hips stutter up and up-Then it was done, a growl muffled pleasantly in his throat. The stayed like that, pressed together, sticky and filthy, just trying to catch their breaths. The air was heavy with the scent of their activity, and the heat their bodies had generated. If Kal hadn't been tingling so pleasantly, he would have moved, as the heat was almost too much. But he was comfortable, and pleasantly warm, so he hummed happily.

The hands on hips hips tightened and once again, the boy was lifted as if he weighed nothing. Kal found the strength a bit of a turn on, his body twitching weakly with interest. But it was much too soon to be getting back to such activities again. That, and Kal was starting to get a bit sore, especially with Rh'gar pulling out. The boy hissed, face scrunching as he was suddenly emptied and set on the bed. Still a bit limp, Kal lay himself on his side across the bed, not daring to sit on his rump quite yet. All of his post coital fuzziness cleared in an instant however, when Rh'gar moved away. This was it then. The Bronze Rider would want nothing to do with him anymore. He was going to get kicked out and reported and sent home in disgrace-

The panic that scrunched his face must have shown however, because the dragonman gave him a look before he began to clean himself. The boy's stubby fingers figdeted with the rumpled sheets and his eyes, which had stared so boldly at Rh'gar, averted. A hand and wet cloth caught the boy's eye and he risked a look up. Those clear blue eyes stared back, an undecipherable expression clouding the Rider's gaze. What was the man thinking?

"Thanks,"He said, a bit shy as he accepted the cloth and began to wipe. Thick brows furrowed as he brushed skin that was still sensitive, but he was swift and thorough before clutching the dirty washcloth awkwardly. Was he supposed to take it back with him and clean it, or leave it here? He was about to ask, when Rh'gar cleared his throat and spoke, voice scratchy.

"I shouldn't have..been so hasty."

"Huh? With what?" Kalepey asked, a bit confused. They should clean themselves before it dried, right? Cause then it got itchy and uncomfortable...The Bronze Rider bent down carefully, grabbing Kalepey's clothes and putting them on the bed. Kal had never been so self conscious as he was now, his patched and frayed tunic and trousers right on display. The injured Bronze Rider sat down, still naked. Kal couldn't help but admire the muscles and other parts, even if they were covered in bruises. It felt wrong to lay there, so Kal pulled himself to a seated position carefully. He pulled his clothes back quickly, but did not cover himself, did not think to. Rh'gar grunted and spoke again, face pained.

"Sul is right..I abused my ..rank.Yet again. I don't even know how old you are boy, or where you were suppose to be."

Head tilted, Kalepey merely stared listening. His brow was drawn with clear confusion now. Hadn't they discussed this before they had sex? Rh'gar's eyes roamed his body, and Kal was still utterly lost as the larger man sighed.

"You cheated. Just..look at you. It's not even a flight and I what, molested you, raped you is that what you'll tell them? Hmm, would it surprise you to know that I'm fond of that face boy, that I'd care to see it again? You can scream and call me a stalker if you wish."

Okay, Kal didn't even know what molest meant, but it sounded like a horrible word, and Rh'gar had done nothing horrible. Why was the man assuming such things? Who would believe Kalepey anyway? Not that he wanted to report Rh'gar. In fact, once he was recovered, he wanted to go again. That had been...Wow... The boy's lips quirked, but he quickly masked the expression. Now was not the time for smiles.

Ruslting made the lanky boy jump, yelping in both pain and surprise as a gaunt muzzle pushed the curtain aside. He had completely forgotten the dragon was there. This tips of his ears turned red. Had the dragon heard them, felt through his Rider what had happened? Did the great beast mind? He stared, a bit apprehensive, trying to gauge how long the faded Bronze's teeth were. He wanted to avert his eyes respectfully to the great protector of Pern, but he found he couldn't look away from those glittering, sunken eyes.

Mine...is s-s-imply confused. Perhaps if you t-t-old him he did not force you, and in clear w-w-ords if you wish to see h-him again...candidate. If you s-s-stand and bond, you might as well have..human fun.

Once again, the whispery, disconcerting voice invaded his mind. Just as suddenly as the dragon spoke, it was pulling its head back, as if shy. For a second, Kally denied that the beast had spoken to him at all, but obviously it had felt the need to, so Kalepey took Sulusth's advice. Tentatively, the boy shifted closer, pressing his hip gently to the Rider's. Their skin was still sticky, but he ignored it, placing a hand on Rh'gar's thigh. His mom had always done that to reassure her children, surely the same would work for this man? He stroked his thumb across the surprisingly soft skin, staring at it as he spoke.

"I don't know half of what you said s-Rh'gar, but I know I said I didn't mind sex before we started. I wanted it, you wanted it, we both agreed and we did it. I don't see anything wrong with it."

Kal said, earnest and a bit simple. He continued on.

"I know what rape is and that was not it. I don't know what you see in me, but I don't mind that you like me." He wriggled, turning away a little. His voice was soft and his ears a bit pink as he continued."I don't know what a stalker is, but I don't mind if you are my stalker....I'd like to see you again, if you really do want me. I'd like to do more, you made me feel real good, the best in my entire life. I'm fifteen Turns, nearly a man."

He slid his hand up and down the Rider's leg, looking up to see Rh'gar's reaction. He concentrated a bit, and silently thanked the dragon.

((Oh Kal, you..oh you cute idiot you <3 ))


The yelp of pain had surprised both Sul' and his rider, Sul sending a question down their link that was complicated emotions, ones Rh'gar vaguely understood. Or tried to anyway. He send understanding back though, a vague promise. He wouldn't let the boy go till he was sure it was alright, till he was sure he wasn't in too much pain. His healer instinct, dragonic or not, was kicking in taking over the more animal like side of his mind thankfully. When he turned his head enough to stare at the boy he figured he might have over done it, some what and did a mental tally of the things he had in his room.

Rh'gar jumped a bit when he felt the contact once more, his mind was torn in two, almost visibly as his eyes darkened and his lips tugged back in a frown. He was hurt, he healer half of him said, fix it, listen to his words. He didn't understand, he said it himself. Kalepy was too young, or to ignorant to know what he was doing.

The other half of him had been allowed to breed into a terrifying monster. Caged perhaps, but Rh'gar could not hide his feelings for long, not with an outlet now. Having been given someone who accepted what he was, who he was as well, he could almost hear the audible snap as the lock came undone and his eyes shifted up to the boys, and while his smile was perhaps odd on his hard craggy face, it was a smile.

fifteen turns...

Sul made a rather uncomfortable choking noise, like a cat hacking up a hair ball, except it wasn't moist. He shifted muttered his apologies to both and laid back on his ledge trying vainly to think of a way to fix his human of -this- problem. Sadly he could come up with nothing.

"Shards, I'm twice your age.' Rh'gar felt old suddenly, very old and very scared. If someone found out if as Sul had predicated he was a candidate, and he told the candidate master, he could be in a lot more trouble than he wanted to be. Than he could handle.


He sighed drawing his hand over Kalepy's holding it in his own massive one. The smile on his face had faded when he heard his age but his lips quirked a bit. "A stalker is someone who follows you around that you don't want." He explained, almost kindly though he wasn't sure quite why. He just knew it seemed...fair perhaps to explain it. Or maybe it was Sul' that had him murmur those words.

"I do want to..see you more. You can come to my room any time, though if I hunt you out I might get in trouble." He warned, hoping he got the hint before he squeezed his hand. "Where are you staying?" There was a flicker of something in his eyes, something perhaps not quite right before it was gone. "Was Sul right, are you a candidate?" He sounded almost as though he was hoping the answer was no. Kal was especially tender and ripe for dragon picking. He'd be bonded to faster than he could blink, and it would all be over, all of it gone..

Deep down he felt that beast uncurl, snarl and snap and he wanted to keep him in his room, lock him up. Hold him.

He ignored it..for now.

Rh'gar's fierce face softend into a smile, one that Kalapey wouldn't mind seeing again. When Kal proudly announced his age, the Bronze dragon made an odd sound, much like choking. The boy's brown eyes widened and he stared. Wasn't Rh'gar concerned? Then, the odd, frail voice was back in his head, mumbling a quick apology. The dragon did not reappear in its Rider's cave, and the large man made to move to comfort his beast after the rasping cough subsided. Well, if Rh'gar was not concerned...

"Shards, I'm twice your age."

A thick brow raised in response to this. In the Hold, girls were married off at a young age, sometimes to men that were old enough to be their fathers. He was no woman to coddle, nor was he in the Hold any longer. If this man wanted him, and rode Bronze, Rh'gar could have anything he sharding wanted. Wasn't that how the world worked? Why was this fearsome Healer so wary? With an exhaled breath, the bruised man took Kal's hand into his own, dwarfing the boy's already large hands. The smile from before had dimmed, but still twitched with mirth as he explained.

"A stalker is someone who follows you around that you don't want."

"You haven't followed me around," Kal muttered, a bit petulant. He had already explained that he didn't mind the man's attention. Why did the Weyr have so many words for such silly things?

"I do want to..see you more. You can come to my room any time, though if I hunt you out I might get in trouble."

Warm skin tightened about his own and Kal squeezed back, delighted. He could keep a secret, if that was what Rh'gar was implying. Even when Duhvid denied him and their relationship, Kal had never spoken a word to refute the other boy's claims. Keeping this secret would be easy enough. Who would care what he was doing? He was merely a farmer's boy. Who would question this great Rider with fierce scars and wounds?

"Where are you staying? Was Sul right, are you a candidate?"

There was a strange flash in those fascinating eyes that left as quickly as it came. Oh well, if Rh'gar didn't explain, Kalepey did not need to know. He was obedient, and he would answer this man, who had power over him.

"I don't know. Somewhere called the Candidate barracks? The Rider who brought me here told me to go, but I don't know where it is."

Kalepey had almost forgotten his original purpose in coming here. It seemed that since the door to this weyr had opened, he had been swept up in a whirlwind. He was already looking forward to the next time and the wonders Rh'gar could show him. Too bad he wouldn't be able to tell the other Candidates about his lover. Who else could say that they had pleased a Bronze Rider, a Healer at that! Even if the man had been stripped of his King Rider status, he still had Impressed Bronze, and that meant quality.

"Um, why would you get in trouble for being with me? I...I thought the Weyr was an accepting place?"

(excuse the stupid that is Kalepey. He is enjoying this waaaay too much XD)

Such a comment just fueled the knowledge that Kal was a child, at least ignorant as one. Rh'gar should have backed off then, but some how he found it oddly cute. Some what he was disgusted, with himself, when he thought of it. Sure, there were the rare riders that were this age, caught in flight lust, or shards younger. And yes, the holds, but that didn't mean Rh'gar had to enjoy the thought, nor the fact that his stomach tightened either, and not with fear. He liked that Kal' was young, he liked his pretty face, those smooth hands, those guileless eyes. He was entirely trapped.

"Yet.." Rh'gar muttered quietly under his breath and ignored Sul's little whispered emotion of agreement. Rh'gar knew his faults, he remembered when he was younger, he knew what between had done to him, what sharing the binding pain between Sul and himself had done. He couldn't stop it. He didn't want to.

He could have hit his head into a wall if there were one near by. As it were he merely gave him a pained look fighting off his anger. No, he couldn't hit the boy, that was wrong. He liked him, unbruised, perfect and he sighed. "You are a candidate then." He grimaced hoping Kal kept his mouth shut.

He raised an eyebrow at such an innocent question. "Candidates are standing for dragons." He told him, as though that it explained it all. "If you bond are you aware of the rules?" His eyes trapped the others as that smile became grim. "No drink, no sex what so ever, this includes thoughts, or sexual touching till your dragon is mature enough to handle it. If you do you'll kill your dragon at worst, at best mentally destroy the poor thing." He wasn't giving a lecture, merely telling him.

"As for why I'd get in trouble, Kal you're young. I'm no king rider anymore. I realize people your age are married off to older ones, or older.." He grimaced, "But dragonriders need to be careful especially with candidates. I don't want to ruin your chances to..bond." He twitched frowned for a moment and sighed motioning to the bed.

"You're no good to walk around like that." His voice was gruff, perhaps a touch rude but was that a hint of worry in his eyes? "Candidate barracks can wait till tomorrow. Lay down, are you hungry? If you get up before you'll ready I'll-" He was going to threaten to beat him but hastily changed it, "I won't do that again. So how's that for a threat?"

Rh'gars mind was lost in a maelstrom. He didn't know entirely what to do, or what he was doing. He knew though that he had made his claim, the monster was happy and he'd make sure Kalepy was as well, in his own odd respectful sweet kind of creepy way. If he bonded though, Sul wasn't sure what would happen to his rider, he only hoped it wasn't around Kalepy at the time. His emotional state was not stable, healer or not.

Again, that strange look flitted across the Healer's face. A mixture of anger and some bright gleam foreign to the farm boy. Rh'gar looked like it pained him to answer such obvious questions, and Kal felt his skin grow hot with shame. Suppressing a wince, he shifted, trying to get a bit more comfortable. As if shifting would erase the soreness.

"Candidates are standing for dragons."

Pey resisted an eye roll, the dark skin around his eye twitching. Well, duh. He knew that much, he wasn't stupid, just ignorant. He shook his head slightly at Rh'gar's question. He had just arrived, no one had explained anything yet.

"No drink, no sex what so ever, this includes thoughts, or sexual touching till your dragon is mature enough to handle it. If you do you'll kill your dragon at worst, at best mentally destroy the poor thing."

Dark eyes widened at this revelation. His pale feet began to waggle and he lifted a hand to tug absently at his earlobe. I can't have any fun? Shards, is this worth it? Oh well, its not like I have a chance at Impressing...

"I don't see why. We wont get pregnant. How could sex now ruin a bond later?" He muttered lowly, brow creasing, He would come see Rh'gar, because it made the man happy, and satisfied his own base urges. Kal was a free man now, he would chose what was good for himself or not...Or...Could he even do that? Was he really free here? Time would tell.

Obediently, Kalepey reclined ,raising a brow and biting a lip to hide his smile. He did not mind lying here, on the soft (for him, since he slept on a straw cot his whole life) bed. He looked up through his lashes meekly, the corner of his mouth lifted in mirth.

"Well sir-Rh'gar, I am right to fear your wrath." he joked, testing his friend-sex buddy-lover-whatever's humor. He reached out gingerly to poke the older man with a toe.

"I'm not that hungry. Could we just, um. lay here a bit?" Yeah. Kal was one of those people. He was a cuddler after romps in the furs.