This is Not a Confession! [Jack!]

[Nia]

M'kiru could barely believe he was doing this.

He'd paced around his room yelling obscenities for hours before finally deciding. And he still wasn't sure he even wanted to do it. It wasn't like it was anything important, right? Just a talk. He just wanted to talk. About... well, M'kiru wasn't entirely sure what he wanted to talk about. He figured it would just come to him as soon as he saw that sharding Ironrider. If he didn't end up throwing something and going on an angry rampage again. Shard it! But he walked towards the personal weyrs anyway, fidgeting uncomfortably and occasionally pausing and questioning himself.

The blond had been ignoring T'el for... a little while now. Ever since he found that... well, he didn't really want to go into that. It wasn't T'el's fault anyway, right? It wasn't. But it'd made M'kiru mad anyway. He'd even gotten passive-agressively told off by the Weyrwoman, which was not fun even in the slightest. No, that had just been embarrassing. Whatever. It didn't change anything anyway. He was just... what the hell were they, anyway? Weyrmates? No. That was... that was... definitely not true! Maybe. Did he want it to be true?

This was stupid. He hated thinking stupid thoughts. The blond scowled as he stalked around the personal weyrs some more, procrastinating. T'el might not even be there. What if he wasn't there? Then whatever, M'kiru would just come back later. Just gooooo,

[/i] Thauth whined, getting bored with His' constant insecurities. M'kiru frowned deeper, but finally gave up. He gave a sigh of indignation and walked towards where he knew T'el's weyr was. He hesitated, but finally walked straight in, not caring what he was disturbing T'el... or if the other was even in there. "Hey, T'el! We... have... to talk," he ground out, not sure how to phrase what he wanted to say. Whatever. They hadn't talked in a while and even though M'kiru was the one that cut off contact he was still extremely bothered by it. Not that he would ever say this outloud... well, not without considerable prodding.[/blockquote][/size]

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Sleep had become something he thrived and enjoyed more than anything in the world. It was a blessed thing, a beautifully wonderful thing in which all of his pains and problems…and thoughts…could be brushed away like sand from a clay pot. It was a peaceful time for him, no longer split by his nightmares. Those nightmares—ghastly visions that flashed like memories behind his eyelids—had grown still. He didn’t know how. He didn’t know why…but they were gone…and he had been able to sleep peacefully.

Today was no exception, as the maleficent creature was curled contentedly beneath his furs, his eyes closed and jaws slack in absolute peace. His face was slack, and an almost childlike expression was spread over his face, making him appear almost innocent as he slumbered. And he was innocent when he slept, even his own perverted thoughts rarely gracing his mind as he dozed. Instead his mind was with Sjueth, calmly gliding through the skies…or reclining on the grass…or drifting through wide waters. Occasionally, he was with M’kiru. Those were his favorite…the peaceful times with the blond curled up in his arms…yes.

That’s exactly where his mind was right now, and he gave a soft murmur of appreciation as he curled tighter about his pillow, his curly black hair framing his face angelically. He was very relaxed now…very happy as he dreamt about the man of his dreams in his arms. The man was shirtless as he slumbered, and even from a distance it was easy to tell with the sheets pooled about his waist. Sjueth—laid out next to the bed—lifted his head as His suddenly grumbled and tightened his grip again, his brows knit and his bottom lip thrust out into a pout.
”No…s’mine…mine…”
Peacefully, the Iron tilted his head, staring at the unconscious form. His eye was whirling a calm shade of blue, the scarred one closed and lazy. The sound of someone entering the weyr attracted his attention, however, and he rose with liquid grace to his feet, soundlessly slinking into the main room even as T’el continued to sleep. The small human—the blond one that T’elMine loved so dearly—was standing in the room. Sjueth stared at him for a long while, his expression unreadable, before with one long breath, he turned and began to walk back to the bedroom.

He stopped before the entrance, and gave a tilt of his head, inclining that he follow. T’el would not mind. T’el loved this one. T’el…would not mind being seen so…vulnerable. Sjueth’s eyes fell slightly, his mind relaxed and content. Yes…T’el would be happy.

[Nia]

The first thing M'kiru noticed when he finally became aware of his surroundings was just how... peaceful it seemed. No T'el coming over to tackle him, no flailing, no nothing. It was... quiet. Ah... T'el must be sleeping. Either that or not there at all. M'kiru suddenly felt awkward and fidgeted nervously in the doorway, not sure what he should be doing. Did he go wake up T'el? Did he forget this ever happened and leave? Shard it! The one time M'kiru actually sought out the Ironrider he was sleeping! His luck really was awful, wasn't it?

But while T'el was sleeping... Sjueth was not. M'kiru had to admit, he'd always felt edgey around the Iron. Sure it was T'el's dragon and definitely wasn't going to hurt him or something stupid like that, but... he'd always kind of hated Irons. It was a deep rooted hate from something he didn't bother telling anyone about, which was probably why he was also so opposed to T'el in general. But... Sjueth gave him a look like he expected the Blackrider to follow. M'kiru glanced back out into the weyrs, fidgeting nervously again. He'd discovered T'el sleeping in a bunch of places... but never his own room. It felt... different, for some reason?

After hesitating for a moment, M'kiru slowly followed Sjueth into the room, keeping his footsteps quiet as he approached the bed. The Iron still made him hesitant... but he seemed relaxed... and to be truthful, the Iron had always been much more calmer than T'el. Even Thauth had grudgingly admitted this. T'el looked a lot more peaceful sleeping than he ever did awake. M'kiru stared for a moment, not sure what he should do. He reached out a hand but then retracted it, glancing back at Sjueth. If he'd been a bolder person, he would have climbed into bed and... well, done something bold. But he wasn't anywhere near that bold, and even his own thoughts made his face redden.

He instead settled for leaning forward and shifted the furs a bit... pressing a kiss on the sleeping man's forhead. He resisted the urge to jump back in embarrassment and instead kept himself close, touching his shoulder gently. "Hey... T'el? Uh... wake up," his voice wasn't the normal, loud, obnoxious, angry tone it usually had... it was softer. And he honestly could not believe himself. Well, it wasn't like T'el was going to be awake for that anyway, right!? So it didn't matter. He'd come over here with the intent to do something and M'kiru wasn't a quitter. He had to sort out whatever the hell they were. Friends... with benefits? No, he hesitated to call them friends. ...whatever. He just couldn't take their not-speaking any longer... even if he'd been the one to initiate it.

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Lips brushing against his forehead only partially roused the man from sleep, and he gave a soft noise of confusion in his half-asleep state. Eyes still closed, he leaned unconsciously closer to the source of that tiny little kiss, slowly coming to the waking world before M'kiru had even begun to talk.

Such a soft tone for such a recognizable voice. Blue eyes fluttered open slowly, lazily almost, as the man shifted beneath the blond's hand, his shoulder rolling back absently as he tilted his chin and set his dazed stare directly on M'kiru. Recognition was slow, the Ironrider having been so deeply involved in his own little dream world that--in such a safe environment--it was proving difficult to unravel himself from. "Awful quiet." He murmured sleepily before he began to move further, stretching very slowly. "Did yer voicebox..get cut?"

A lazy little smirk curled its way onto his lips as he spoke, clearly teasing his beloved little Blackrider. Absently, one arm stretched out, but with his fuzzy stare it was difficult to see his intention even as his fingers brushed against M'kiru's cheek. Gently, one thumb stroked the flesh, his mind wandering for a moment before he slowly pulled M'kiru down, kissing him lovingly. He broke away reluctantly, and gave a yawn as he did. Looking a bit like a bear unwilling to rouse from a nap, he looped an arm around M'kiru and yanked him down to the bed, curling around him childishly. "Mm..."

[Nia]

M'kiru frowned indignantly at the comment about his voice. Hmph! He could be quiet when he wanted to! T'el just made him angry, so he yelled a lot. He still wasn't entirely used to T'el being tender and gentle, and even thinking that was such a foreign though, that he flushed darkly at the other man's touch and kiss. Well, that didn't say the normally didn't, but somehow this made it different. He'd never actually disturbed T'el in his actual weyr before, and certainly not while the other was sleeping. It was kind of... strange. Not to say that M'kiru didn't like just-woken-up T'el, it was just different.

"Don't make fun of me! I can be quiet if I want to," he said, attempting to keep his voice low in order to show T'el just how quiet he could be, but it ended up rising in frustration anyway. Realizing this, he gave another indigant huff, but didn't try to wiggle his way out of T'el's grasp. He... almost liked it, when they were like this. You know... cuddling. Even the thought of doing something so stupid made him blush deeply in embarrassment. But that wasn't what he'd come here for, as much as he'd like to just lay here in silence. If he did that then he'd never work up the courage to... say something.

He hesitated, shifting a bit against T'el, not sure how to start anymore. He'd honestly expected to just... blurt it out. But he still wasn't sure what he wanted to say, and if T'el would... laugh at his attempts. "T'el, I...." he started, but stopped, getting frustrated with himself. "Well... I... you know. We have to... I.. have to... aaghh!" he exclaimed in frustration, covering his face and trying to coherantly sort his thoughts. He shifted his position so he was facing T'el properly.

"I... I.. think... I think I hate you! I think about you all the time and... and... whenever you're with someone else it drives me insane like that... like that woman! ...but it's not hate. I think... I... well. It's like hate, only not," he rambled, growing redder and redder as he spoke. He didn't know how to put it in words. He suddenly felt stupid. He looked away, sighing in frustration. "Whatever. This was a stupid idea. I should go," he said, but he didn't mean it, and didn't move to get up.

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The Ironrider was remarkably silent as M'kiru squirmed in his grip, although a clean black brow was arched as the blond acted as though he just might rip his own hair out. He licked his lips as the man settled, shifting until their eyes could meet easily. With a soft humph--he was quite comfortable with his chin tucked against the other's head--he shifted as well, reclining against the pillows without removing his eyes from the man.

"Sounds more like jealousy than hatred." The blackette interrupted, ducking his head to nuzzle the other's jawline lovingly. He stayed quiet as the man continued, but he refused to move, curled comfortably in the blond's warmth. Suddenly, however, his loose grip grew firm, yanking the other tightly against himself. I'm not going to let you go." He said firmly, hiding his head further beneath the other's chin, "I don't want you to go."

T'el shifted quickly then, rolling M'kiru onto his back and pinning him easily. Stern blue eyes peered down at the blond as he leaned down, kissing him gently. "No matter what you think of me, no matter if you hate me or despise me...I love you." He kissed him again, laying on the other, and broke away, hiding his face against M'kiru's collarbone, "I haven't felt anything like this for another human that isn't family...and haven't loved anyone at all in a long, long time. S'always been just Sjueth and me." He bit his lip slightly and nuzzled the bronzed skin, "I don't want you to leave me. I want you to be mine. Just mine."

[Nia]

Jealousy? T'el's words made M'kiru think. Was he jealous of the Ironrider...? No. Was he jealous of the Riders Sjueth flew in Flights? ...yes.... Was he jealous of that crazy Orangerider? Insanely. He didn't know how to describe the feeling, though. It was jealously... and something else that the blond still didn't want to admit, not even to himself. But that was what this was for, right?! So he had to get over himself and just say it. Or else... or else they'd just have more misunderstandings.

But no... there weren't going to be any more misunderstandings. His eyes widdened a bit as T'el pulled him close, and he hesitantly reached up a hand to thread it through the other's hair. "I don't want you to let me go," he muttered, a faint blush spreading across his face. This was... so embarrassing! And corny, even! But... even so... he liked it. He was happy here, in T'el's arms like this....

So he was rather taken by surprise when T'el flipped on top of him, blushing even redder as he looked up into T'el's blue eyes and tried to keep eye-contact, despite how he longed to look away in embarrassment. He paused for a moment, not sure of how to respond. How could he possibly respond to that? M'kiru was not good at putting his feelings into words and he never had been. He couldn't compliment someone without insulting them and he couldn't read people's reactions very well. But he didn't want to push T'el away any more than he already had....

"I..." he started, hesitating, "I... I love you too," he said as quietly as he could while still being heard, "I've... never loved anyone as much as... as much as you. I don't want anyone else," sappy things were not M'kiru's forte, and he was quite obviously stumbling over his words. "As... as long as you come back to me... I won't leave you," he said even quieter, not even believing those words had come out of his mouth. He wasn't a romantic. He didn't like romantic things. So this was extremely difficult to say... but he didn't regret it.

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[jack]

T'el smiled.
It wasn't a smirk, or a cocky little grin. Wasn't a twitch of the lips or that snide little way he'd wiggle his brows and bare a corner of his mouth in a laugh. It wasn't hollow, and didn't seem forced. Wasn't angry or spiteful, or playful and up to no good. It was a strange, sweet, perfect little expression that seemed to form delicately on his lips as he tilted his head subtly to the side and leaned in, brushing his lips over M'kiru's.

He withdrew quietly, that smile still in place, and let loose a quiet, happy life. "Well then it's settled." he chirped, his smile curling a tad bit more hungrily, and he leaned down, nipping the other's ear playfully. "Weyrmates. For life."

Chuckling, he rolled to the side and pulled M'kiru with him, gently shovelling the blonder man underneath the furs, Humming, he folded his arms behind is head and stared up at the other man, eyes twinkling with mischief. "Oh...and did I mention I have a kid? Think that makes you her stepmom..."

[Nia]

M'kiru had never seen T'el with such a... genuine smile. Or maybe he had and just forgotten in his anger. Or he just hadn't been this close. Whatever. It didn't matter... he liked it. It wasn't mocking him and it was... just so real. It actually made M'kiru blush slightly, and that wasn't from just the kiss. He averted his eyes after the kiss, too embarrassed to look anymore. It felt so personal... jeez, whatever! It wasn't even that big of a deal. He was overreacting. But he still could only barely make eye-contact.

And what T'el said next made it no better. His face felt even redder. Weyrmates!? "I-I didn't say anything about...!" but he paused, because... well, he did want to be Weyrmates... he just didn't like saying it like that. It was embarrassing to say it out loud, shard it, didn't T'el realize that! "...y-yeah. Weyrmates... or whatever," he muttered, though even though he was frowning... there was a small tug of a smile there.

The blond protested as he was pulled over to his side, facing T'el with a pout... that quickly changed into a look of shock. "You... you what!?" he exclaimed, his face unguarded for once with a genuine look of pure shock, "Shard it, T'el! Why didn't you tell me earlier!? I-I mean I figured you must have... kids... from all your... but...!" he rambled incoherantly for a little while longer... until his face dropped back to a rather annoyed expression. "Why am I the stepMOM!?"

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[jack]

T'el simply stared, blinking as though M'kiru had suddenly said the dumbest thing possible in the pernese language. "Well you know as well as I she didn't come out of me, so the Dad position of the family's already been taken!" He huffed, shaking his head, and pulled the other down, kissing him hungrily as he bucked his hips mischevously against the other's, giving a sweet sigh of pleasure.

"Besiiides..." he crooned, nibbling at his throat, "You're usually the one takin' it lady style, babe."