Seducing The Weyrleader (PG-17)

Writers: Devin, Estelle
Date Posted: 29th June 2026

Characters: N'vanik, I'lek
Description: After Lirioth's flight, I'lek finds his daydreams have come true again
Location: Dolphin Cove Weyr
Date: month 1, day 10 of Turn 13
Notes: Mentioned: Z'kim
Follows "Storm Rising".
Rating: PG-17

N'vanik

Awareness slowly returned, and the deep satisfaction told him Loseth had won a flight. A moment later N'vanik remembered. Lirioth . . .

He turned to see I'lek pressed against him and smiled. Flashes came to him -- the chase, the pleasure of claiming the green, the ecstasy of that long fall through the sky, human bodies tangled together, sweaty and urgent with the need to echo their dragons.

Faranth, that had been good. And now that he knew how good it could be with I'lek _after_ the flight . . .

N'vanik shifted and started kissing along the greenrider's neck. When he felt I'lek stir, he said, "Hello again."

The greenrider's eyelids fluttered open, revealing a mischievous blue gaze. "Mmm... Hello, Weyrleader." A slow, thoroughly satisfied grin spread across his face as he luxuriated in the pleasant ache of his body and the sensation of strong limbs entwined with his. "That was even better the second time around."

"I wasn't just following Loseth this time," N'vanik admitted. "Wanted to get you into bed again." He slid lower and sucked on I'lek's nipple.

}:I felt your desire,:{ Loseth said smugly. He nuzzled Lirioth, rumbling his contentment as he lay curled up with the pretty little green.

**Thanks for catching her.** N'vanik needed the leftover dragonlust to want more than flirting and dancing with I'lek.

The greenrider gasped, as a delicious shiver ran over his skin in response to that touch. "Well, you succeeded. Most admirably." He lifted his hand, trailing his fingers down the curve of his neck to his chest, then down to brush lightly through the Weyrleader's hair. "And now..." He gave a playful wriggle. "I'm all yours."

N'vanik made a low, pleased noise like the rumble of a dragon. "Mine." He skimmed a hand along I'lek's side and hip, enjoying the feel of hot skin, of the greenrider's smaller body. Another benefit of lingering flightlust -- his body was already stirring. "Touch me."

I'lek let his fingertips drift lower, tracing the line of the bronzerider's back down to his waist, and then, meeting his eyes, he slipped his hand between them. "Oh." A slow, surprised, delighted smile spread over his face, with a definite hint of anticipation. "You _are_ pleased you won my flight."

"I really, really am." N'vanik smiled and arched into the touch. He kissed along I'lek's neck again, all the way up to his ear where N'vanik's teeth closed gently, briefly on the greenrider's earlobe. "You're so much fun."

"I am," I'lek murmured, with easy assurance this second time around, and wickedness, too. "And if you let me, I can show you just how much fun I can be."

~*~fade to black~*~

He drifted back slowly to himself, a delightful languor in his limbs, the warm weight of a man's body on his and his neck tingling with the memory of kisses. "Mmm... That was incredible." His eyes were still closed but his lips curved into that satisfied little smile. "Every bit as good as my daydreams."

N'vanik stayed where he was for a moment, floating in the afterglow as his breathing slowed. Then he rolled to lay beside I'lek, mostly to take his weight off the smaller man. The desire was fading but he still wanted to be close. "Shards, I love dragonlust."

}:You're welcome,:{ Loseth teased, and N'vanik laughed.

"Well, Loseth is very pleased with himself, and rightly so. Caught your flirty little Lirioth again, and gave me this gift." N'vanik brushed his fingers along I'lek's chest. "You're quite a treat."

"I try to be. If I can only give you this when Loseth catches Lirioth..." I'lek turned onto his side, leaned on his elbow and gazed at the Weyrleader through lowered lashes. "Then I'll do my very best to make the most of it, and hope she keeps on favoring him."

}:I might,:{ Lirioth said archly, with a little flick of her tail. }:Or I might not. Only the very best chasers can hope to catch me.:{

}:I _am_ the best,:{ Loseth insisted as he rubbed his chin along her beautiful, slim neck.

"Me, too." N'vanik kissed his cheek. It was a little disappointing to feel his desire fade away, but the fact that he got to enjoy a second round at all was amazing. "How about we clean up and take a nap?" He ran a hand along I'lek's arm and shoulder, appreciating the feel of warm skin against his fingers. "I still want to touch you but it's . . . sensual, not sexual."

"Probably for the best." I'lek smiled, the regret in his voice lightened by a hint of mischief. "Another round like that and I might fall into a passionate swoon, and then you'd have to explain to the healers."

N'vanik chuckled. "If I could bed you all the time, that would hardly be fair to the other men of the Weyr, now would it?" His fingers moved up to trace I'lek's jaw. "Plus I'm getting old. Might break a hip."

"Oh, I don't know," the greenrider murmured as he leaned into N'vanik's touch. "Judging by that last performance, there's still plenty of life left in the old man."

"Very true." N'vanik kept gently caressing the greenrider. "This old man can't give you another round, but I want to hold you, if that's okay . . . once we're not so sticky." He smiled.

"That sounds lovely. Let me..." I'lek rose, a little reluctant to leave the bed but nevertheless taking the opportunity for a long, supple stretch, running the fingers of his hand through his hair. Then he fetched a cloth from the basin and, with a sly wink, began to slowly slide it down his body.

N'vanik watched him for a moment. "I appreciate your determination to seduce me." He chuckled and then stretched on the bed, arching just a bit. He climbed out on the opposite side and started cleaning himself with the same slow deliberation as I'lek.

Unrepentant, I'lek gave the cloth a slow squeeze, letting drops of water trickle down his bare skin as he eyed the Weyrleader doing the same. That would be an image to cherish in his memory. "And I appreciate your willingness to play along."

"I like the flirting," the Weryleader said with another little chuckle. "I've been flirting with men here and there ever since I got over my holdbred notions. It's fun, even if there's no intent behind it." Wiping off the sticky evidence of their pleasure gave him an odd mix of discomfort and pride. It was still strange to do this with a man other than Z'kim, but he certainly didn't regret it. He finished cleaning and got back on the bed. "Come here," he said warmly, one arm stretched toward I'lek.

I'lek eagerly jumped back into the bed and snuggled up next to him, resting his head on the bronzerider's shoulder. "Mmm. This is nice. Just like our dragons, resting after a long, satisfying flight."

N'vanik wrapped an arm around him and kissed his head. "Just like them," he agreed, feeling the same contentment as Loseth curled up with Lirioth. His eyes drifted shut.

Basking in blissful, drowsy delight, I'lek reached out for his bond with Lirioth, sharing his uncomplicated joy and gratitude. **You always choose well, dearest.** And, he hoped, she'd choose again, for many more times to come.

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