Name of the Story: Belonging
Author: Milea
Pairings: Marcus/Joshua
POV: Third person
Disclaimer: V belongs to Kenneth Johnson (Man, the boys would have screwed each other long ago, if the story belongs ta me ;D)
Note: Damn, where I'm home it's 5a.m. now, and I finished watching the first season about an hour ago or something
It's sad there aren't any Josh/Marc ff's before this, the sexual tension between them was sooo heavy (or is it just me?) and I couldn't withstand to write something little about them
So, enjoy reading :D
Belonging
"Quit starring at me."
"Why?"
Joshua looked up desperately and a heavy sigh left his lips. His fingers flew above the displays and information he needed to check.
"I have work to do. For Anna." His patience was getting thin with every minute that past. And he could feel his eyes. Burning holes. In. His. Head.
"I'm not disturbing you with my starring."
"Yes, you do." Joshua turned around and glared at Marcus annoyed. "I can't concentrate. Don't you have something better to do? Hovering behind somebody else's back maybe?"
"You're getting cockier with every passing day, Joshua." Marcus took a step forward, unconsciously challenging the blonde.
"And you're getting more emotional with every passing day." It was Joshua's turn to smirk up at him.
"We both know whose fault this is." Marcus answered, his eyes strained to Joshua's lips, but his tone cold and calculating.
A childish pout appeared on Joshua's face, Marcus knew he was playing with him, his body moving impossibly closer. Their chests touched and Marcus could feel the heat radiating off of the smaller blonde. His body moved on his one accord, he caught Joshua off guard when he was pressed against the wall. Though it didn't stop Joshua from a cocky remark. "Now it's getting interesting."
Marcus was still surprised about this side of Joshua. Normally he was a serious and calm visitor, he rarely smiled or laughed, but he remembered the old Joshua. The one he met before the plan to travel to earth was even thought about. Sure, they never really talked, Marcus had only seen him talking and smiling with what you would consider friends in a species like theirs. The Joshua who blindly followed Anna's words and would have done anything for her cause. But something changed since then. Now Joshua never smiled, there was this bitter look in his eyes. Like he gave up every hope, but Marcus didn't know which hope this was.
And now there was the old Joshua, probably something like a dick in the words of the humans, he only showed up when he was in the mood and it seemed like the blonde was now in one of this moods.
Marcus' lips twitched slightly. There was always some pleasure when Joshua was like this.
"What's so funny?" Joshua's eyes narrowed sharply and he tried to wriggle his way out under Marcus, but he wouldn't have something from that.
"You." He answered and before the blonde could snap something at this, his mouth was covered and ravished by Marcus. Fingers crawled up his chest, but before they could do anything he shoved them against the wall next to Joshua's head. He made a small unhappy whimper, which was ignored, that turned into a moan when Marcus' let his attention wander to his pulse point and sucked.
There was a time when he hated the human appearance they needed to keep, but now he thanked everyone who happened to hear him for it. Their normal skin wasn't made for leaving marks behind, but now he could show everyone that Joshua was his, and his alone.
He growled possessively at his thoughts. He would never share the blonde. Not even with Anna, though he wouldn't, couldn't do much about it if she wanted it this way.
But Anna was far too wrapped up in her plans to notice Joshua the way he did.
His pretty, moaning Joshua.
"Who do you belong to?" He growled in his ear.
"You." He panted softly. "I belong to you."
