Drink Your Heart Out [Nia]

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"O-okay now...easy now."

Doppelith landed delicately on the foreign ledge, using all of his grace and strength to make barely a bump as he settled, going so far as to kneel. His eyes were whirling worriedly, but with mild amusement, a spark of merriment in the cheerful gaze. F'let, perched on the beauty's shoulders, moved even more carefully, his arms wrapped with protective adoration around his package. "You're gonna have to help me out a bit, R'ori...you're..you're way bigger than I am."

Giving a soft grunt, the teenager felt himself stumble as he slid from Doppelith's back, a quick leg at his back keeping him stable, and helping him squirm to the ground. Insistently, he pulled R'ori along with him, steadying the wobbly boy with a quick jerk the opposite direction, gently pulling him closer until one of R'ori's arms was around F'let's shoulders, and the dancer's hand was on the Greenrider's waist.
It had been...a rather interesting night. F'let himself hadn't drunk much--he had long since learned he didn't have much of a taste for alcohol--but R'ori...had chugged it down like no tomorrow. "C'mon, R'ori...let's get you to bed." With a soft smile on his lips--a tired, but happy expression--he started towards the Greenrider's bed, which had been at long last cleared of those devilish eggshells. A faint blush was on the boy's cheeks, the result of his own taste of booze, but his head was mostly clear, only the occasional cloud phasing over his mind. Which, considering how wasted his partner was, was a good thing.

"Here, sit down--" He shifted, gently pushing R'ori to the bed, "Would you like me to get you something to sleep in..?"

[Nia]

Man, what a night! Not even Pratyba's annoying awards could have brought R'ori down, he was just so... happy! He laughed, not even sure where he was, but he knew F'let was there, so he was in good hands. Hah, good hands. That was funny. Why was that funny? Hey, wait, where was Vediameth? She'd still be there, waiting for him! No... he could feel her flying, ignoring him. That wasn't nice. Or she might be laughing at him. She was probably laughing at him. She did that a lot. But if he wasn't on Vediameth, then who was he on? OH, right, Doppelith! With F'let. F'let was there, so he was in good hands. Hah... good hands. That was funny.

When they arrived, Vediameth was already in the room, watching them with whirling eyes as F'let helped Hers off of Doppelith. She was glad that they had volunteered to take R'ori home, because as capable of Vediameth was, she was sure that she wouldn't be able to stop R'ori from jumping off of her mid-flight. And while she knew she'd be able to catch him, she didn't want to take any chances. She had warned him not to drink so much, but after a while, her warnings didn't reach the boy's cloudy mind. But that was okay... she would let him have his fun. Perhaps the hangover he got when he woke up in the morning would be enough of a lesson... but more than that, he was hilarious to watch, and Vediameth was very, very amused.

Hah, good hands, that was funny. Oh, F'let's hands were helping him down, he knew that much. Time seemed to be going very fast, and before R'ori knew it, F'let's hand was on his waist, guiding him over to his own bed. R'ori laughed for no reason, allowing the other boy to drag him over to his own, eggshell-free bed. He noticed F'let's slight blush and wondered if he looked the same, though he was probably a lot more red due to his extreme drunkenness. Not that R'ori was even comptetant enough to do anything but laugh and giggle as he tried to stay upright. Since when was the world so... wavy? Everything was moving! He was glad for F'let's guidance.

He sat down on the bed at F'let's push, and shook his head with another laugh. "I don't need anything to sleep in," he said with a waggle of his eyebrows, "Not if you're staying," he said with a suggestive smirk, grabbing F'let's arm and pulling the other on top of him. R'ori was so far gone he couldn't think straight, but he knew what he wanted. His usually "judgement" was gone, and replaced only with a desire for the boy in front of him. Vediameth had been right. Humans were weird with their confusions and insecurities. What did it matter that they were both boys? R'ori didn't care.

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Doppelith--free of his load--shuffled slowly over to Vediameth's side, absolutely silent as he laid down beside her, snuggling up against her green hide lovingly. He didn't feel the need to speak as he observed R'ori and F'let distantly, watching as they ambled along. It was an awkward pace, but the Purple supposed it worked--they seemed to be thinking fairly awkwardly as it was.

"Nothing? Are you su--" His blush darkened immediately and F'let's attention--which had been centered on carefully removing the other's shoes--snapped up to the blackette's face. Oh Faranth. Hands were on his arm, pulling him insistently over the larger boy's form, and with a gulp of a squeak he stumbled onto the other's chest, eyes wide as he quickly squirmed into a sitting position. R'ori's hips were pressed between his legs as he unconsciously straddled the man's waist, his hands pressing against a warm chest as he let his breath hitch unnecessarily, the offer flashing in bold letters in his brain.

He swallowed, refusing to answer, but against his will felt his eyes begin to wander, slowly drifting down the other's strong form. It was what he wanted. What he'd wanted for a very, very long time. To feel that body...to feel the lust and the want that F'let had for that body, responding in time. He wanted R'ori. Desperately. But...he bit his lip sharply, ignoring the blood that spilled subtly along it. R'ori was drunk Very very drunk. He wasn't thinking right! What if...what if it was just the alcohol talking? He...he wouldn't be able to forgive himself.

"No...no R'ori.." The blackette squeaked, squirming uncomfortably as his head and body fought against one another, his head saying to wriggle away and body straining to be closer. "You..you're drunk...we...we can't..."

[Nia]

Vediameth didn't say anything to Doppelith either, as nothing really needed to be said. She was content to rest her head against the Purple and watch Theirs... do whatever they were going to do. Vediameth didn't really care, and was also rather content with leafing through Her's drunken thoughts like a book. Hers was so, so very funny, and his drunkenness put her in a fairly good mood. So she looked through his mind as he was preoccupied with F'let, wondering just how much he was going to regret this in the morning. Probably a lot. ... and he was probably going to regret the fact that he couldn't even remember it the most.

But despite Vediameth's slight mental warnings that this was probably not a good idea, R'ori was very pleased when F'let straddled his waist. Good, that was good, right? It meant F'let wanted it, too. Almost as much as R'ori did! Maybe more. Was that possible? R'ori was far too drunk to care about that, but as long as F'let was willing he didn't care all that much. Hey, he hadn't ever initiated anything in their relationship, like, ever. Did they even have a relationship? Doppelith and Vediameth sure thought so, he could see them out of the corner of his eye, snuggling together. They were cute. Green and Purple were a good color combination. Contrasting or complementary colors or something like that. R'ori didn't know, or care. He wasn't an artist.

They couldn't because he was drunk? It took R'ori a moment to process why F'let had said "no". Because when someone says no, you back off. Right? That was right, right? He had to back off, then. But he didn't want to. F'let was always trying to force him! It wasn't fair that the one time R'ori actually wanted it, F'let didn't! It frustrated the drunken boy, and he merely held F'let closer, lifting his face up to give the other boy a very sloppy, drunk, but passionate kiss, but broke it just as quickly as he'd initiated it.

"I'm not drunk," he lied, laughing, though he wasn't even sure if he was drunk or not. He was totally coherant. Definitely. Maybe. Was he? His brain was kind of cloudy and he couldn't hear Vediameth anymore, but that was probably just because she was sleeping or not talking or something. But he definitely wasn't so drunk as to cloud his judgement... because he wanted this, and he could judge that it was a good idea. "So we can," he said seductively, kissing F'let again. He wasn't taking no for an answer... and if he could have judged body language in his drunk state, he would have been able to see that F'let probably wasn't either.

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Lips caressed his own, and F'let gave a quiet whimper, trying to force himself back, but instead...he found himself leaning forwards, pressing into that soft...sloppy kiss. His eyes fell to half-mast, and he forced himself to swallow, fighting his way back into his senses as the other broke away. Already he was panting, the slight fog settling into his thoughts making it...very difficult to remember. Why wasn't he going to do this? Why was it bad...? A waft of alcohol, born on R'ori's breath, slipped into his nose and the teen's shoulders slumped. That was why.

"You are drunk..." He replied absently, swallowing as he moved to remove himself from R'ori's lap, looking quite distressed. But then that beautiful man was up against him again, kissing him. This time, F'let couldn't help himself--he kissed back. The clouds again lifted into his mind, and with a soft moan he leaned forwards, sliding his arms around R'ori's broad shoulders. Almost desperately, he pulled him closer, pressing insistently into him, until his hands wandered down the other's chest, tangling in his shirt.

F'let broke away after a long moment, his breathing heavy and ragged. Doubts still flooded across his misted stare, but as he instinctively ground his hips into the other's, giving a soft sigh at the friction, it was clear they wouldn't last long. He was never all that good at resisting the dark sides...

[Nia]

R'ori was incredibly wasted, but he didn't think he was at all. In fact, he felt he was perfectly sober and able to make decisions. Okay, so his mind was a little fuzzy, but that didn't mean much. All that really mattered was how good F'let felt against him, and he knew it was right. It felt good, so it had to be, right? Right. Of course. Even Vediameth agreed. Except he couldn't really hear her at the moment, so he just assumed that she agreed. She'd been the one to push him anyway, hadn't she? Yeah! Impressing her had done it. Maybe. Ah who cares, maybe F'let dressing up as a girl had... oh, that'd been funny, hadn't it? R'ori had almost forgotten about... oh, why was he thinking about that? His brain felt weird. That was why.

But he laughed. F'let was sure insistent on the fact that he was drunk. "If I was drunk, would I be able to do this?" he said, and the answer was "yes", because him being drunk was probably the only way he would initiate any kind of contact like this. R'ori was still, in his sane mind, in the opinion that he was straight with some sliiight tendancies. This was not a tendancy... this was... well, this was just being flat out gay. But who cared?! Silly doubts were for later. F'let's kisses were amazing and R'ori's mind was too clouded to see anything wrong in that. Boys, girls, whatever, they all had holes. Same thing.

F'let wanted it too, and his hips grinding and his pulling was the only thing R'ori needed. He shifted himself on the bed and managed to flip their position so he was pinning the other boy into the bed... and paused. His mind may be clouded, but he'd still never done it with another guy before. He wasn't entirely sure what to do, but kissing was probably a good start, so he did just that. But before long he grew even more unsure... and it wasn't just that he didn't know what to do... well, okay, it was mostly that. A little bit of his aprehension of his sexuality was still lurking there but... he was too far gone now to care. Did he just act the same as he did with girls? That didn't seem right... there was... too much stuff in the way. Whatever... kissing and foreplay would do for now. But not for long.

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A short, strained laugh was F'let's reply, but even as he knew--wholeheartedly--the man's argument...wasn't really an argument at all, F'let himself was finding his own reasons...to be...rather lacking. The facts seemed awful cloudy, not making a lot of sense as he gave a soft giggle, grinning hungrily as he was pinned to the bed.

Why wasn't this supposed to happen again? R'ori's body...felt so good against his own. So good and warm and...he arched up purposefully, grinding their hips again, and gave a low moan, his own desperation welling up wildly, pooling in his groin. Why...? Why wouldn't he want this? Blindly, he searched his own head for an answer, but the lips against his and the form pressed against his made it...altogether seem unimportant.

Unimportant..? Yes...that must've been it. There..must not have been a reason at all. Confident in this realization, F'let ground up a third and final time, pulling the other down against him hungrily. His mouth opened, and he insistently drew the other's tongue between his own lips, sucking on it with experienced skill. His hands wandered up easily beneath the man's shirt, fingers raking over flesh like starved claws seeking out a meal. He broke away almost viciously to yank the shirt off of the blackette, but was on him in an instant again, kissing him fiercely even as his hands set on the man's pants. F'let would show him the way. He'd lead and teach, and make R'ori moan and cry more than he ever had with any girl. He was determined; that must have been his plan all along...

ooc: Think we can fade out now--although it'd be nice to get another R'ori post 'fore the wake-up~? ;D

[Nia]

There was no more need for talking. Talking would just spread the seeds of doubt further through R'ori's mind, and he didn't want that. Not now. That was for later, for when he could fully control his own thoughts and wasn't talking through the influence of alcohol. Not that he would have been able to do anything this late in the game, as mentioned many times before, R'ori was far too gone to resist anything now, even too far to be reluctant about it. Hey, F'let had just been taking him home, it'd been R'ori who initiated everything, it'd been the Greenrider that had started all of this. And he was going to finish it.

But he wasn't experienced enough to know what he should do, and without being in a right state of mind, that was almost impossible. His mind was cloudly with lust and passion as he allowed F'let to take lead for the moment, but after R'ori figured out what to do, though it was going to take a bit of time due to his alcohol-induced stupidity, he would take control. F'let wasn't the type to... what was it called? Top? He pressed against F'let needily, running his own hands up the other boy's shirt, taking a bit off guard when F'let pushed him away to pull his shirt off. Right... they had clothes on... that wasn't going to work, but before R'ori's slow mind could think any further on that, he was being kissed again, and he kissed back with a fiery, needy passion.

F'let was so experienced, it almost made R'ori feel inferior, but he would learn. Eventually. Perhaps not now, not while he was so drunk, but later... when they came together not due to drunken passion, but real. He let out a soft noise as F'let set his hands on his pants, but before the other could even do that, he pulled the other boy's shirt over his head, discarding it. He stared into F'let's eyes, his own rather glazed with the alcohol, but also with lust. He wanted this. He had made his choice. If he was going to remember that in the morning... well... that was a whole other story.

ooc: Kay~ You can start the wakeup... R'ori's gonna have one hell of a hangover. xD

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Morning came…deceptively slowly. Not so much as…the time itself came slowly, but rather he himself woke up slowly. It was well into the day—a soft touch to his mind from a full-bellied Doppelith told him that—when he at last gave a soft sigh, groaning absently as he snuggled closer into the warm body beside him. Instinctively he smiled, snuggling even closer, but the object that he subconsciously believed was a pillow breathed…and F’let’s eyes snapped open.

Immediately his vision was filled with flesh, and he gave a quick squeak, sitting up rather abruptly. A blush spread onto his cheeks as he stared at the prone form at his side, a hand covering his mouth in silent panic. There, nestled as comfortably in his bed as a baby wherry would be snuggled next to its mother, was R’ori. Now, this wouldn’t be such a problem—F’let had wriggled his way into the man’s furs a couple times before—if the beautiful man at his side…had been wearing clothing. But as he sat—one leg still intertwined with the other’s and the furs pooled at both his and R’ori’s hips—it was painfully obvious that the young man…wasn’t wearing a thing.

The blackette sank back down in the furs with his eyes wide and panicked, the events of the previous night slowly dripping back into his mind. He swallowed and squeezed his eyes shut, burying his face in R’ori’s chest. ”OhFaranthohfaranthohfaranth..” He squeaked out repeatedly, shaking his head back and forth with increasing speed as he bit his bottom lip, ”Please..oh Faranth we didn’t…” But the ache in his backside, and the feel of absolute fulfillment misting about in his head…didn’t lie. They had.

[Nia]

It took even longer for R'ori to get up, and even when his mind forced him awake all he wanted was to crawl back under the furs and go back to sleep. His head was throbbing in such pain he didn't even want to open his eyes. Why had he sharding drunk so much last night? His head was killing him. He never wanted to drink any alcohol ever again... how many had he had, anyway? The black-haired boy couldn't even remember the Weyrling party at all, and could only vaguely remember F'let taking him back to his own room. Well... that at least meant he was back in his weyr, so nothing to worry about, right?

Wrong. He was also aware of another person's body curled into his chest. But he didn't open his eyes. F'let had probably been just as drunk as he was and decided to crash in his room for the night. He'd done it before back when they weren't even drunk, so it wasn't really uncommon. But... something else was off. Something so off that it made R'ori force his tired eyes open and deal with his pounding headache just to make sure he was wrong. Unfortunately for him, he wasn't. He didn't have any clothes on, and after he opened his eyes, he realized that F'let didn't have any on either. The young man was frozen for a moment, staring blankly at the form curled into his chest. They... there was no way he'd... but... what... what had they done?!

"What.... is going on?" he asked, the details of last night were foggy and so messed up he couldn't even remember them. R'ori had absolutely no recollection of what had happened... but judging from their current positions, he could easily figure it out. But... there was no way he'd agree, even drunk. And F'let wouldn't have... forced him, would he? If he'd been sober enough to take R'ori back to his room then he was sober enough not to force R'ori into doing anything. So he wasn't mad. He couldn't be mad. It was partially his fault... well, okay, it was probably mostly his fault. He was more angry that he couldn't remember anything. "What... did we do..." he said, his voice sounding extremely serious, and he fully expected F'let to give him the details... that is, if the other boy could even remember. Maybe they hadn't actually done anything... but... for some reason, he knew they had.

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R’ori spoke and F’let flinched, shrinking away into himself. Bottom lip trembling in fear, he pressed his face against the blakcette’s chest, shaking his head rapidly, ”W-What do you think?” He burst out after a long moment, his fingers clenching against the man’s flesh, ”We…shards.” He could hear the anger in R’ori’s the voice, and it made him curl up even further, true fear rising its ugly head in his mind. Of course he was angry—who could blame him?

Trembling, F’let swallowed and—refusing to meet R’ori’s eyes—pushed away from the other boy. Confused and unsure of how the other would react around him now, he slid from the man’s bed, stuttering out an explanation, ”I-I…I’ll leave y-y-ou alone now.” Struggling to hide his own nakedness the stuttered youth grabbed at the furs, cowering behind his shame for a moment before shrugging into some of his clothing. ”I’m s-sure you’d rather be th-that way.” Squeaking, he grabbed the rest of his clothing, hesitantly glancing at R’ori when all his things were safely in his grasp.

Eyes, terrified and sad, stared like a deer in the headlights at the other, his entire body shaking with barely-controlled fear. ”I…I’m sorry R’ori.” He mumbled after a moment, desperately seeking out Doppelith even as he spoke, ”I…I didn’t…I didn’t…” He swallowed, taking several steps back as Doppelith quizzically touched at his thoughts, alighting on Vediameth’s ledge curiously, ”I…I tried…to..to…I tried to stop…but…” His eyes began to water, and the teen gave a soft shiver, ducking his head shamefully as he turned, moving to shuffle off and away.

[Nia]

R'ori's head was killing him. vediameth wasn't even awake yet, so her sweet voice wasn't there to make him feel better. The black-haired boy was confused and disoriented... but he wasn't mad. If anything, he was mad at himself for allowing himself to get so ridiculously drunk... he couldn't remember the details of last night, but he was sure as hell positive that it was consentual. So it didn't matter. But it did. Shards... why did his head hurt so much?! F'let sounded like he was going to cry. It made R'ori's head hurt even more. But this was wrong... he didn't mean to make F'let cry. He was just... annoyed. But not at the other boy, at himself!

Vediameth... help.... he whined pathetically to the dragon, who opened her eyes slowly. F'let was leaving and R'ori couldn't form the words to stop him. She reached out and touched Doppelith's mind softly, R'ori's headache infecting her as well. Doppelith... do not let Yours leave. Mine needs to talk to him still,

[/i] she said softly to the Purple, her voice lacking the usual whimsical, amused tone it usually had. She wrapped her tail around herself much like a cat, hoping that R'ori and F'let would take care of this soon so R'ori could get some help for his hangover. Faranth knows he needed it.

"F'let... wait... ow..." he held his head in his hands for a moment before looking back up and continuing, "I... I'm not mad at you. Really. Please come back, I won't yell..." he tried to make his voice sound gentle and caring, but probably failed at it.... But at least his words were sincere. "I'm sorry, I... I just... I can't remember anything. I'm mad at myself for allowing it to go so far," he said, "I can't remember what we did... that's just what's making me angry. My own stupidity." His head hurt and he was repeating himself a lot, but he meant what he said and he hoped F'let would understand that he wasn't mad... not at him, anyway. F'let tried to stop? The words finally registered in R'ori's mind... that meant that he was the one who initiated it and pushed F'let into sleeping with him... not the other way around. Well... at least he couldn't blame F'let for what had happened.[/blockquote][/size]

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Sweet Doppelith was silent at Vediameth's plea, but he was quick to slip to her side, settling next to her and pressing his own hide gently against her. Soothingly he lifted his neck and nuzzled her at the jaw, rubbing his cheek against hers in an attempt to help solve the problem. F'let, sensing his escape had been foiled, stopped and clenched the remaining clothing close to his chest, his entire body racked with terrified shivering.

R'ori spoke, but F'let didn't turn around, staring intently at the floor--and his toes--as R'ori attempted to explain himself. Black brows knit together, hands wringing around the fabric of the shirt as he gnawed at his own bottom lip, fighting back tears. Every so quietly, he glanced over his shoulder at the black-haired Green rider, and swallowed, his eyes desperately searching R'ori's for some form of....confirmation. He got it easily, the pained expression in the other's stare a clean mixture of headache and worry.

A subtle, slow smile slid into place on the dancer's lips and he hesitantly began to inch his way around, until he was facing the blackette once more. He stared for the longest time, simply watching the handsome man and testing out the other's will silently. It took him a long while, but eventually a flicker of light appeared in his eyes, and he shuffled hesitantly over, ducking his head slightly as he reached the bed. "You...you aren't mad...?" He asked in a near whisper, his voice pitiful, but hopeful, "I..I mean...really?"

The teenager swallowed and leaned down, setting his stuff on the floor before--with a very subtle flash in his eyes, he leaned in close, and slid a hand to R'ori's cheek, pressing their lips together insistently. He withdrew quickly, but wrapped his arms around the other's neck, his lips brushing against the bit of flesh just before the other man's ear, "...I...don't regret it."

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Vediameth was very grateful for Doppelith next to her, and she pressed her cheek against his, enjoying his warmth and cheer next to her. It didn't help her headache very much, as it wasn't helping R'ori, but it helped... mentally. Psychologically. She was just happy he could pick up on her pain just from her voice, and was working so hard to help her. It was... nice. If only R'ori could pick up on this as well... then maybe he wouldn't have such a headache either. But really, all he needed to do was go back to sleep. Well, either way, Vediameth had successfully cut off F'let's escape route, which was all she cared about, so the lightly colored Green fell back into a deep sleep.

R'ori's head was throbbing... but at least F'let couldn't escape now. He really was incredibly happy that Vediameth had stopped Doppelith, but F'let wasn't turning around to face him. That was a problem, wasn't it? What if he was never forgiven... no... shards, ow, he couldn't think of that now. But... F'let did turn around. And R'ori felt his heart jump up into his throat... maybe he was going to be forgiven? Could F'let forgive him? He hadn't meant to get so drunk... if anything he was just going to blame Pratyba later for throwing such a wild party.

He was... approaching. R'ori gave a weak smile at the other boy's pleas, and couldn't form the words to say that yes... he wasn't mad. Really. So instead he gave a simple nod, feeling tears almost form in his eyes... but he didn't let them slide. He wasn't sad... F'let was forgiving him. And kissing him... and this time R'ori would remember the kiss. He was too tired and his head hurt too bad to return it, but he was glad for it. He was too far gone now to deny any feelings... and of course if he were to do that he'd just end up making it worse. Sure, there was a part of him that wanted to resist, but he couldn't and he'd stopped a long time ago. That part had been pushed out of the way to make room for Vediameth.

The fact that... F'let didn't regret it made something else surface in R'ori's feelings. He... must have enjoyed it. R'ori was sure he did. But... he couldn't remember. The whole night was a blur. That was what really bothered him... and it made him angry, too. "I... I regret not being able to remember," he muttered forlornly, wrapping his arms around F'let and pressing his head against the other. "My head hurts," he said even quieter.

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