Captain Love

Summary: A bond most unique and tantalizing that ignored all standard rules.

Those girls that came and left, never to be seen again, those many drinks that would appear to have never been on those shelves on the first place, the sheets that were washed every other day, sometimes every day, that plainly had the stain and stench of sex - everything.

They knew it was all a sham.

And it was no mishap. None of those actions and occurrences were.

A mask with stupid crayon stars and butterflies covered the real truths, the real emotions.

He would fuck one girl, and hey, another the next day, and if he couldn't suppress his urges, another.

The lust of utmost pleasures and desires were what drove the Captain to do things such as that.

But, it was all fake.

He himself knew. He knew.

His strong hand on a smooth hip that lead to a voluptuous figure, he faced his back as he guided the new girl to his room, and stared, just looking for that yes or no in the eyes of his friend, his brother - his love.

The First Officer knew. Oh, how he knew.

The intense look that would always find that specific intelligent gaze was searching. The search for confirmation was not to be seen as a reassurance, but because the Captain wanted to know that he, the First Officer was still there - still there with him as the distance increased.

While the Captain strode away with some girl in hand, he would watch, just watch his Officer stand there statically: arms folded behind his taunt back, and facial muscles neatly tucked into a neutral expression.

His eyes would tell all though.

Storms would brew in those glass worlds at times such as this, a turbulence that could and would only ever be detected by the Captain.

The question asked everytime, spoken through the language of eyes, that teetered on the verge of losing itself in the void of the heart and very logical mind of the (very logical) First Officer:

Why is it that you have chosen me?

He had no reason to mind meld through the metres that grew and grew, and grew between them to find the answer that rested in his Captains heart.

The harbored love was still there and stood strong, reaching high among the short-lived lusts and one-night stands.

The bond was true.

They both knew the answer.

The Captain and his First Officer always knew that their bond was unique, and utterly ardent (teasingly ardent in the Captain's mind that is).

He smiled to his Officer, and turned away , still holding on to that woman, to open the door, and never look back again for a few hours.

Because, it's you.