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Date Posted: 00:44:37 04/26/02 Fri
Author: Rowan and Tristan
Subject: The mood shifts subtly
In reply to: Marz, Jeremy, Noy 's message, "Nap time for the dragon" on 10:10:54 04/25/02 Thu

Rowan began to grow extremely irritated when Jeremy leaned over to whisper into his ear about �getting� him to make love to him. Not only was he upset by the boy�s cocky statement, but he was a little hurt by it, too. Chasing after Marz while pretending to bet against one another was fine while it was all fun and games. Suggesting that his kindness toward Jeremy in sharing his bed with him was in any way comparable to suckering Marz into going all the way was just�well, it was downright cold, that�s what it was.

He tapped his fingers anxiously on the tabletop while waiting for Marz to finishing putting Tristan to bed. After a couple minutes, he spotted the ex-gang leader gesturing toward a nearby room, so he hastily got to his feet and hurried out of the kitchen.

A rather playful smile found its way on his face, as he studied the figure of the youth standing there while patiently resting his hands on his thighs. His eyes watched his mouth as he spoke, remembering with utmost pleasure the feel of those teeth nipping at his skin and that tongue running lazily up the length of him.

�Whadya wanna talk to me about?�

He opened his own mouth to answer Marz, but before he could so much as get a word out, Jeremy suddenly burst into the room and literally flung himself at the other boy. Probably a good thing, Rowan mused, since what he was thinking about saying a second ago really didn�t have a thing to do with the question.

He was too annoyed, and maybe even a little embarrassed, to feel amused by the situation. Once Marz finally pried Jeremy away from him and pretty much tossed him out the door, the humor of it managed to touch him, though he still only managed a very slight smile.

�So, let's start over,� Marz suggested, looking a little pissed off himself after shutting the door behind him. �What did you want to talk to me about?

Rowan narrowed his eyes. Was that another nasty bout of desire flaring up in that dark expression of his? He grinned crookedly, his annoyance slightly abated. Knowing that somebody else was currently doing everything they could not to think about him naked always put him in a better mood.

�Well,� he said, crossing his arms thoughtfully, �I wanted to tell you that that oversexed little brat of yours has decided to place a bet against me. I told him about our little�� His smile turned slightly more playful, his own eyes sparkling impishly. ��interlude. The bet is to see which of us will get you to have sex with either of us first, and of course,� he snorted, not so playfully, �he�s determined he�ll win.�

He walked closer to Marz, leaning precariously toward him but leaving his hands crossed over his chest. �I had planned on asking you to go easy on him, or at least not let him make a complete ass out of himself. But I think I�m retracting that thought. And I doubt you�d listen to me, anyway.�

He paused for a second, a rather hard look coming to his face. �Promise me this, instead.� Finally, he uncrossed his arms and reached up to trail one finger down the ex-gang leader�s smooth cheek. He stopped when he got to his mouth, tapping the finger gently against his lips. �Make his life miserable,� he murmured, an almost feral smile stretching over his own lips.

He patted Marz�s cheek gently before turning away from him, opening the door and walking out of the little room. �Come here,� he commanded to Jeremy, grabbing the boy who was still hovering just outside and dragging him into another room.

�Now you listen to me,� he continued lowly, advancing toward the kid until his back bumped up against the wall. �From this moment on, you�re on your own, kiddo. No help, no advice, no warnings, no sex. You got that? If you think you�re so hot you don�t need my help for anything, then you can just see about getting some on your own. After all,� he added, his voice growing cold, �You got me, didn�t you? Shouldn�t be any trouble for a frigging professional like yourself�especially after that little display you just pulled a second ago.�

He backed up a few inches, cocking his head and narrowing his eyes while managing to almost give the impression that he was taller than his younger friend. �Have I made myself clear to you?�

~*~*~*~*~

Tristan was still sleeping when he saw someone come into his room and sit down on the edge of his bed. The person was tall, and had long yellow hair and pale blue eyes. Eremis? he thought, blinking hazily.

�Wake up,� said Odarin, his face looking stern as ever. That meant he was worried about something. �Hurry, sabi, wake up!�

�Why are you here?� Tristan asked, feeling awfully sulky all of a sudden.

�Damn it, Tristan, wake up!� the other dragon urged, reaching down to shake his shoulders. �Call him�that other one. Wake up and call him before it�s too late!�

Tristan�s heart started beating rapidly as he felt his teacher�s fear leak into his own body as if they were linked somehow. He opened his eyes with a start, crying out loudly in the darkness, his pulse still pounding.

�Marz!� he shouted, the dream still vivid behind his wide, staring eyes. He swallowed nervously and reached down to grab his sword, hugging the blade to his chest as he sat up and huddled against the backboard. He drew his knees up close, his bare feet burrowing into the covers of the bed. There was a noise approaching, and then a shadow stood hovering at the door. Tristan raised his eyes and stared blankly for a minute before realizing who it was.

�I�had a nightmare,� he said, watching as his lover immediately moved closer, easing himself onto the bed. Those warm, familiar hands encircled him, pulling him close in an attempt to comfort him. He wondered why he didn�t feel like a big baby for admitting to night terrors, and then he realized it was because that hadn�t really felt like a dream at all.

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