Journey of Love
Chapter Eleven
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Marcus and Neroon, or anyone else from
Babylon 5.
Authors notes: Rated PG-13 Contains slash: two males in a romantic/sexual (although not explicit) relationship. If this offends you please turn back now.
If the formatting is screwed up please forgive me. I still haven't gotten the hang of it yet.
The next six days passed much like the first on did, with all but two exceptions. Neroon convinced the elders to stock the kitchen with food so that Neroon could cook us dinned each night. Over the delicious food we would talk many different things ranging from his thoughts on the religious caste and becoming the leader of the Warrior Caste, to the Shadow's attack on my home and how I still felt guilty and responsible about my brother's death.
By the time the six days were over we had each discussed topics with each other that we had never thought to even mention before to others. I talked about the fact that I have never slept with anyone before, and Neroon mentioned that he wasn't sure if he was up to the responsibility of becoming Satai once again, considering the mess he made of it last time.
During that particular dinner, feeling so comfortable in each other's presence at this point, we both managed to laugh at our extreme insecurities and make the other feel better simply by being there. After dinner we would continue to sleep separately, each of us refusing to feel bereft, while during the day we got into the habit of taking an hour to walk in the garden. Sometimes we would spar instead, and once we even took a leisurely swim in the nearby pond. During this time we both relaxed and enjoyed ourselves, confident in the guards ability to make sure we stayed safe.
That is how seven days after our arrival, we found ourselves walking through the gardens on our way to the courtyard where we usually spar. So involved in our current conversation that neither of us noticed anything amiss until it was too late.
"But don't you want a family?" Neroon questioned me.
"Of course I do, but if I sleep with someone I want to be in love, hopefully spend the rest of my life with them." I tried to explain feeling my cheeks heat with embarrassment. "I've had plenty of opportunities for casual flings, but none of them would have made me happy…. You probably think I'm naïve, huh?"
"Not at all. In fact I think it takes great strength of character to be able to stay chaste for this long. When you do find someone who you love, I am sure it will be well worth the wait." Neroon commented gently, smiling at me trying to ease my embarrassment.
For some reason that comment caused my toes to curl and I couldn't get the pictures of Neroon and I in a loving embrace out of my mind. I was sure I was smiling a truly idiotic grin in his direction, but he didn't seem to mind overly much, and if my face was red he ignored it.
Before I could ask him what he wanted in a family he collapsed, and before I could take more than a few steps in his direction I felt a sharp pain in my neck. Woozily I tried to get to Neroon but I was so dizzy that I only managed to fall in a graceless heap at his feet.
"Neroon." I whispered, and with the last of my strength I placed a gentle hand on his face in an effort to wake him up. My last thought before I fell unconscious was that he looked peaceful, like he was sleeping.
The darkness soon closed in around me and I knew no more.
Chapter Eleven
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Marcus and Neroon, or anyone else from
Babylon 5.
Authors notes: Rated PG-13 Contains slash: two males in a romantic/sexual (although not explicit) relationship. If this offends you please turn back now.
If the formatting is screwed up please forgive me. I still haven't gotten the hang of it yet.
The next six days passed much like the first on did, with all but two exceptions. Neroon convinced the elders to stock the kitchen with food so that Neroon could cook us dinned each night. Over the delicious food we would talk many different things ranging from his thoughts on the religious caste and becoming the leader of the Warrior Caste, to the Shadow's attack on my home and how I still felt guilty and responsible about my brother's death.
By the time the six days were over we had each discussed topics with each other that we had never thought to even mention before to others. I talked about the fact that I have never slept with anyone before, and Neroon mentioned that he wasn't sure if he was up to the responsibility of becoming Satai once again, considering the mess he made of it last time.
During that particular dinner, feeling so comfortable in each other's presence at this point, we both managed to laugh at our extreme insecurities and make the other feel better simply by being there. After dinner we would continue to sleep separately, each of us refusing to feel bereft, while during the day we got into the habit of taking an hour to walk in the garden. Sometimes we would spar instead, and once we even took a leisurely swim in the nearby pond. During this time we both relaxed and enjoyed ourselves, confident in the guards ability to make sure we stayed safe.
That is how seven days after our arrival, we found ourselves walking through the gardens on our way to the courtyard where we usually spar. So involved in our current conversation that neither of us noticed anything amiss until it was too late.
"But don't you want a family?" Neroon questioned me.
"Of course I do, but if I sleep with someone I want to be in love, hopefully spend the rest of my life with them." I tried to explain feeling my cheeks heat with embarrassment. "I've had plenty of opportunities for casual flings, but none of them would have made me happy…. You probably think I'm naïve, huh?"
"Not at all. In fact I think it takes great strength of character to be able to stay chaste for this long. When you do find someone who you love, I am sure it will be well worth the wait." Neroon commented gently, smiling at me trying to ease my embarrassment.
For some reason that comment caused my toes to curl and I couldn't get the pictures of Neroon and I in a loving embrace out of my mind. I was sure I was smiling a truly idiotic grin in his direction, but he didn't seem to mind overly much, and if my face was red he ignored it.
Before I could ask him what he wanted in a family he collapsed, and before I could take more than a few steps in his direction I felt a sharp pain in my neck. Woozily I tried to get to Neroon but I was so dizzy that I only managed to fall in a graceless heap at his feet.
"Neroon." I whispered, and with the last of my strength I placed a gentle hand on his face in an effort to wake him up. My last thought before I fell unconscious was that he looked peaceful, like he was sleeping.
The darkness soon closed in around me and I knew no more.
