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The Golden Boy. A Pern/BtVS AU fic... (3a/3)
I believe you've been waiting for this? (It's only fade-to-black, sorry!)
(Earlier parts and notes here.)
Part 3a
Buffieth was the first of the new queens to rise. Thinking about it later, N’gel felt sure that Spike had set her off deliberately - but when he asked, the blond just smiled enigmatically and N’gel knew he’d never get a straight answer.
Still, the day would always be burned into his mind...
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It was afternoon when he was abruptly called back from patrol.
‘The bronzes are blooding their kill!’ was all Immorteth relayed to him before they went between, and for just a moment N’gel’s world consisted of pure elation. But as soon as he joined the other riders, he knew that it was Buffieth. The atmosphere was oddly subdued, even with the rising excitement, and N’gel felt almost sorry for Spike when he emerged, silent and pale and obviously focussed on nothing except his dragon.
There was a swift and wordless battle of wills before Buffieth obeyed her rider, and after a few bloody kills she suddenly threw herself skyward, gleaming so brightly that she seemed to challenge the sun for supremacy.
As one the bronzes took off in pursuit, and N’gel had the most curious sensation of being split in two. Although most unsettling of all was Immorteth’s sudden desire to win. N’gel had often thought his bronze almost too calm and stoic - wondering if anything could ever rouse the fighter he knew lurked in every dragon.
But now he was reeling from Immorteth’s determination and lust - so bright and sharp that N’gel almost wanted to hold onto something to steady himself.
Why oh why couldn’t Pradaith have risen first?
Desperately trying to keep a hold on himself, N’gel tried to comfort himself with the fact that Immorteth was young - there were older, stronger, beasts in the air with him, and he was not likely to succeed against such competition... But the only result of this thought was Immorteth’s cry of defiance at his rider’s lack of faith.
N’gel was not conscious of time moving; but the sun was beginning to near the horizon and there were now only five bronzes left... Slowly lifting his eyes, N’gel saw Spike, the young man’s slender frame outlined in ochre against the stone wall of the Weyr. For a moment the other swayed slightly on his feet, and instinctively N’gel ran forward.
Only four bronzes now...
Holding on to conscious thought through the lust was increasingly difficult.
“Someone get him back to his Weyr!” he called out, grabbing Spike’s arm, and slowly the boy turned and looked at him, eyes staring at him as from a great distance.
“Do you feel it?” Spike asked, voice rough and secrets dancing in his eyes.
N’gel could only nod, because suddenly he could almost taste the victory coursing through Immorteth. He knew - although he couldn’t say why - that it would be him. And with sudden stark clarity he saw what a fool he’d been... because Cordy wasn’t there waiting for him. She - like all the other gold riders - would have taken her queen far away the second it was clear Buffieth would be rising.
He wanted to say something, but speech was impossible. Closing his eyes briefly he saw the world only through his dragon’s eyes, where there was room for no thought other than the prize he would claim for his own.
When he forced his eyes open again, he realised that they were in Spike’s Weyr - although how they had arrived there he didn’t know. The battle in the air far, far away was spread out before him, and, breathless, he stared into Spike’s eyes. The blond pulled him close, and the contact made N’gel suddenly dizzy, as he felt Spike’s hands curl into his hair and his mouth was captured in a searing kiss. Then the queen rider pulled back a fraction, regarding N’gel with an exultant expression, naked lust shining out of him.
“Oh N’gel... I can’t tell you how long I’ve been waiting for this moment.”
Then Spike laughed triumphantly, as he eagerly pulled at the bronze rider’s clothing. N’gel opened his mouth to reply, but at that moment Immorteth dived down, taking Buffieth by surprise...
The dual realities shattered and blended together, the world existing through pure passion alone. N’gel couldn’t tell where the golden dragon ended and the golden boy began, all he knew was that they were both his, lighting up the darkness with their burning fervour.
And he lost himself in bright golden rapture.
Part 3b.
(Earlier parts and notes here.)
Buffieth was the first of the new queens to rise. Thinking about it later, N’gel felt sure that Spike had set her off deliberately - but when he asked, the blond just smiled enigmatically and N’gel knew he’d never get a straight answer.
Still, the day would always be burned into his mind...
It was afternoon when he was abruptly called back from patrol.
‘The bronzes are blooding their kill!’ was all Immorteth relayed to him before they went between, and for just a moment N’gel’s world consisted of pure elation. But as soon as he joined the other riders, he knew that it was Buffieth. The atmosphere was oddly subdued, even with the rising excitement, and N’gel felt almost sorry for Spike when he emerged, silent and pale and obviously focussed on nothing except his dragon.
There was a swift and wordless battle of wills before Buffieth obeyed her rider, and after a few bloody kills she suddenly threw herself skyward, gleaming so brightly that she seemed to challenge the sun for supremacy.
As one the bronzes took off in pursuit, and N’gel had the most curious sensation of being split in two. Although most unsettling of all was Immorteth’s sudden desire to win. N’gel had often thought his bronze almost too calm and stoic - wondering if anything could ever rouse the fighter he knew lurked in every dragon.
But now he was reeling from Immorteth’s determination and lust - so bright and sharp that N’gel almost wanted to hold onto something to steady himself.
Why oh why couldn’t Pradaith have risen first?
Desperately trying to keep a hold on himself, N’gel tried to comfort himself with the fact that Immorteth was young - there were older, stronger, beasts in the air with him, and he was not likely to succeed against such competition... But the only result of this thought was Immorteth’s cry of defiance at his rider’s lack of faith.
N’gel was not conscious of time moving; but the sun was beginning to near the horizon and there were now only five bronzes left... Slowly lifting his eyes, N’gel saw Spike, the young man’s slender frame outlined in ochre against the stone wall of the Weyr. For a moment the other swayed slightly on his feet, and instinctively N’gel ran forward.
Only four bronzes now...
Holding on to conscious thought through the lust was increasingly difficult.
“Someone get him back to his Weyr!” he called out, grabbing Spike’s arm, and slowly the boy turned and looked at him, eyes staring at him as from a great distance.
“Do you feel it?” Spike asked, voice rough and secrets dancing in his eyes.
N’gel could only nod, because suddenly he could almost taste the victory coursing through Immorteth. He knew - although he couldn’t say why - that it would be him. And with sudden stark clarity he saw what a fool he’d been... because Cordy wasn’t there waiting for him. She - like all the other gold riders - would have taken her queen far away the second it was clear Buffieth would be rising.
He wanted to say something, but speech was impossible. Closing his eyes briefly he saw the world only through his dragon’s eyes, where there was room for no thought other than the prize he would claim for his own.
When he forced his eyes open again, he realised that they were in Spike’s Weyr - although how they had arrived there he didn’t know. The battle in the air far, far away was spread out before him, and, breathless, he stared into Spike’s eyes. The blond pulled him close, and the contact made N’gel suddenly dizzy, as he felt Spike’s hands curl into his hair and his mouth was captured in a searing kiss. Then the queen rider pulled back a fraction, regarding N’gel with an exultant expression, naked lust shining out of him.
“Oh N’gel... I can’t tell you how long I’ve been waiting for this moment.”
Then Spike laughed triumphantly, as he eagerly pulled at the bronze rider’s clothing. N’gel opened his mouth to reply, but at that moment Immorteth dived down, taking Buffieth by surprise...
The dual realities shattered and blended together, the world existing through pure passion alone. N’gel couldn’t tell where the golden dragon ended and the golden boy began, all he knew was that they were both his, lighting up the darkness with their burning fervour.
And he lost himself in bright golden rapture.
Part 3b.
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Guess it's the reason we all love the 'verse so much... cough*
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*laughs* Of course, but then this wouldn't have been half as much fun!
This really does work surprisingly well *g*.
Thank you! And who knew you could get them into bed via dragons? *g*
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Pfft! I'm *totally* ripping off the books! Oooh yes I am. (The books are pretty crack-tastic too! *g*)
You've painted an amazing canvas, and I'm looking forward to the conclusion.
Aw, thank you. The conclusion will be a little while, since I have OTHER THINGS that I need to concentrate on...
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I just love your Perncrack!
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Of course. And N'gel got to sleep with Spike AND
BuffyBuffieth simultaneously! (I insanely proud of that! Hee!)But will poor N'gel be able to cope with the aftermath?
The morning after is... *giggles* Just wait! ;)
I just love your Perncrack!
Thank you. I worry about my brain.
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::Loves your brain::
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*sulks*
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It's very hard to concentrate on my 'straight fics'... the AU crack is too much fun!
Having lots of fun reading. :)
Thank you! :)
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Buffy obeying Spike? *This* line here is the one clue that tells us this is an AU story...
;-)
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Bwah! *laughs and laughs* Actually, I put that in to show that Spike is a very good dragon rider, since control of one's dragon is a big part of the thing. N'gel was going to comment on it, but it wouldn't fit.
Anyway, thanks for reading!
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Of special note, your language and word choice were stunning in this part. Seriously, it was fucking gorgeous. The scene just leaped off the page. As a word geek I was thrilled.
You do realized I cannot let you get away with making this a one off. I have plenty of crack to feed to your bunnies as mine aren't using it right now.
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Hee. Thank you! And it *was* rather obvious... (also I totally couldn't help myself!)
Of special note, your language and word choice were stunning in this part. Seriously, it was fucking gorgeous. The scene just leaped off the page. As a word geek I was thrilled.
*blushes* That's... ::is lost for words:: Just thank you. That really means an awful lot!
You do realized I cannot let you get away with making this a one off. I have plenty of crack to feed to your bunnies as mine aren't using it right now.
No no no! I *will* write the second part of this, don't worry, but first I'm going to post some Spangel (proper Spangel!) for
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You know, I was very young when I read the Pern books, and I don't think I fully appreciated the cracktasticness of dragon!sex at the time. Now, I am fully appreciative. :D
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I was... um 14 or 15 when I first came across the books, but the dragon!sex certainly grew on me later... *g* And writing it is just fabulous. Mmmmm, crack...
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You know, the one thing I'm yearning for is more Spike/Buffieth though. My favorite part about the Pern books is the rider/dragon connection and I would love to see that relationship unfold in this AU fashion. Huh, might have to write that myself someday (if you're not inclined!). This is so predictable of me--I want more Buffieth and more Spuffieth!
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*grins*
And yeah, there should be more Spike/Buffieth. I've got a sequel sort-of-planned, but doubt I'll ever get round to writing it, so knock yourself out! :)