Selfishness: Lust (1/2) (PG-17)

Writers: Devin, Halyonix
Date Posted: 20th April 2026

Characters: M'sar
Description: M'sar makes a very, very bad decision.
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 1, day 7 of Turn 13
Notes: PG-17. Caution for swearing.
Rating: PG-17

M'sar was dying. His skin was too tight, his brain was itchy, and the aching need between his legs was almost painful. He couldn't take it anymore.

He wanted S'yen, but that stupid asshole had turned him down because he didn't want to get in trouble. S'yen, not wanting to get in trouble! Well he could go to the Red Star.

M'sar would just have to find someone else. If S'yen refused him, Q'helias definitely would, and any of the older riders would probably not only turn him down but tattle on him. So, he needed to find someone who might not know about that fecking rule. Luckily, there were always new Candidates coming in.

It was a restday and Nazoth was asleep. Now was his chance. M'sar left his knots behind just to be safe and went to find some fresh meat.

The barracks were mostly empty, but he spotted an older boy that seemed about his age. Good looking, yeah. And with a slightly dazed expression that said he was feeling a little lost. Maybe lonely. Perfect.

"Hey," M'sar purred as he leaned against the bunk. "You new?"

Judging by the way the blonde's eyes widened, the answer was yes. "H-How'd you know?"

"Haven't seen you around." M'sar looked him over. "You're cute."

The blonde blushed. Looked shyly away. "Um...thanks. I'm just...getting used to the Weyr here. It's um...a lot different from...from my Hold." His blue eyes darted back towards M'sar, taking in his features like a man who had finally been offered a drink after being in a desert. "You're...from here?"

Oh that look was promising. "I'm a dragonrider," M'sar said with a slow smile. "Lots more freedom here. Lots of things to . . . Explore."

Excitement dawned in the other teen's eyes. "Explore? Like flying anywhere you want?"

"Mmm, I was thinkin' more like . . . you and me exploring each other." Shards, M'sar could barely keep himself from pouncing the Candidate.

A faint blush crept over the the Candidate's face. "I...I mean...we..." He swallowed. His fingers fidgeted. He looked around furtively. "You...I don't even know your name," he whispered, but it didn't sound like he was against the idea.

M'sar leaned close and whispered against his ear, "M'sar." His warm breath caressed the Candidate's skin. "You ever been with a man before?"

A shiver. A nod. A lick of hungry lips. A twitch of eager fingers. "A...twice."

"I can be your third." M'sar skimmed a hand down his arm. A little bit of experience was good, and hopefully meant he wouldn't have to spend half his time explaining how things worked. "Come with me."

Wordlessly, the Candidate took M'sar's hand as the two left. "Are we...going to your weyr?" he asked in a breathless, hopeful tone.

"The flight rooms are closer." M'sar's heart pounded and he fought to keep his steps steady as he headed straight toward the nearest flight room.

It was a good point. He had passed by those same rooms, hungrily watching those caught in the throes of a mating flight. Remembering that, the moment they ducked into one of the unused one, he couldn't wait. His mouth pressed ravenously against M'sar's.

The weyrling responded eagerly, clutching at the Candidate, moaning into his mouth. Shards, it felt like forever. When he finally broke the kiss, he said, "I want you on your knees." M'sar was already reaching for his pants with slightly shaking hands.

The Candidate went down eagerly, like he had been waiting for someone to tell him what to do. He helped M'sar's fingers undo the lacings. He was already breathing slightly faster, anticipating what was under the cloth, what he was about to do.

~*~Fade to black~*~

}:M'sar? What is happening? Why are you so far away?:{

Nazoth's panic hit him like being plunged into cold water. "Fuck!" **It's fine! I'm fine! Calm down.**

}:Why is your head full of someone else? You feel so strange. I'm scared!:{ Sitting on his couch, Nazoth reared back and started wailing. }:Help!:{ He reached out to the nearest adult dragon.

"_Fuck_!" M'sar pushed the Candidate away, barely aware of anything besides his dragon's overwhelming fear and his own worry that he was going to get caught. **Nazoth, it's okay!**

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Selfishness: Lust (1/2) (PG-17)