Through The Darkness Falling 8/?
Sequel to: Journey of Love
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.
[…] Denotes thoughts
Compromised Integrity
"Why did you come back?"
"This is what you wanted to talk about?" I asked incredulously as I took a seat near the door. "Delenn convinced me."
"Delenn?" Neroon growled. "Now why doesn't that surprise me?"
"Look, you're the one who wanted to talk. Delenn is the only reason I came back at all. So perhaps you should treat her with some respect."
"So you are still jumping about when the Entil'zha tells you to."
"Don't you dare bring my relationship with Delenn into this!" I hissed aggressively, standing up to tower in front of Neroon. He stood up angrily as well, looking furious.
"Your 'relationship' with that… woman is the reason we are here right now." Neroon asserted gesturing animatedly towards the main hall.
"That's bull shit! The reason we are here is because you think I let you fuck me to get you under Delenn's thumb!" I screamed full out into the shocked Minbari's face. "How could you accuse me of something like that?"
"What was I supposed to think?" Neroon bellowed right back at me, quickly getting over his discomfort with human conversing techniques. "You deliberately manipulated me so that I would form an alliance with Delenn."
"Can you honestly tell me that you would have agreed otherwise?" I asked in a more reasonable tone of voice.
"You did not give me the chance to make such a decision."
"Would you have agreed?"
"I do not…"
"Yes or no?"
"No." Neroon growled frustrated. "Probably not. That woman is the reason for all of the conflict that besets Minbar right now. If she hadn't dissolved the Grey Council to begin with, let alone having a religious caste leader have the power over the three castes, it is cause for concern."
"This is why I did what I did. I couldn't let your dislike of Delenn blind you from doing what was necessary. I couldn't very well let you make the single most terrible mistake of your political career, condemning Minbar in the process due to your stubbornness."
"Marcus, you do not understand…" Neroon whispered softly.
"I do." I interrupted grabbing Neroon's hands between my own. "You're too stubborn and opinionated for your own good at times. Let the past rest, Neroon. Leave it where it belongs and move on. Look towards rebuilding the Castes for the future glory of Minbar."
"I will." Neroon spoke softly, looking at me tenderly and squeezing my hands in emphasis. I couldn't look at Neroon without finding it difficult to keep my composure, causing me to pull abruptly away from his strong hands.
"Good. I am glad." I reassured him before I quickly turned on my heel and walked toward the door, not glancing back. Warm arms held me implacably in a strong embrace surprising a squeak out of me.
"Marcus, I am deeply sorry." Neroon whispered brokenly in my ear.
The breath blowing through my dark hair caused me to stiffen in response. I tried to wiggle away from him in discomfort, but Neroon merely tightened his grip. After a short struggle I gave up, slouching in defeat against the rising chest behind me. Neroon caressed my arms softly with the pads of his thumbs, eliciting shivers of pleasure, which I did my best to ignore.
"Neroon." I moaned without being aware of it.
"I was angry, hurt. I thought you had sided with Delenn rather than me. I was afraid that this whole bonding was a sham." Neroon whispered in my ear, his tongue licking my lobe gently. "You may fool the others, but you and I both know that if you thought it was for the best you would agree to such a thing."
"Probably." I grumbled in reply. [Only if it were important enough.]
"Well, then how was I to know that was not what happened? I wanted to believe that you chose to be with me more that anything, but it still seems so unbelievable at times… I just didn't know what to believe. I know you are not a whore, Marcus. I was hurt and in my anger I stuck where I knew it would hurt you equally. Once I took the time to think about the situation I realized I was being an idiot. I love you. Can you ever forgive me for the things I said to you?" Neroon pleaded with me softly.
I turned around as he loosened his arms from around me so I was facing his. Looking up into his miserable face I found I couldn't stay mad at him for long, especially when he gives me the puppy-dog face. I didn't give his the satisfaction of knowing that however.
"You are a bloody pillock, and if you ever accuse me of something like this again I promise you I will not be so calm next time. I am sorry for manipulating you, but that is no excuse for you to call me vulgar names. You know that you are the only person I have been with and I hope that my motives, let alone my love for you, will never be called into question again."
"Oh love." Neroon whispered huskily, grabbing me in a bone-crushing hug, followed by a fierce kiss.
"Of course I love you, you stubborn prick!" I growled playfully, nipping at his nose causing him to laugh in relief at my antics.
"Shall we go back down stairs and see if Maiko and Delenn have come to blows yet?" Neroon suggested. My laughter followed us as we left his study closing the door firmly behind us.
Sequel to: Journey of Love
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.
[…] Denotes thoughts
Compromised Integrity
"Why did you come back?"
"This is what you wanted to talk about?" I asked incredulously as I took a seat near the door. "Delenn convinced me."
"Delenn?" Neroon growled. "Now why doesn't that surprise me?"
"Look, you're the one who wanted to talk. Delenn is the only reason I came back at all. So perhaps you should treat her with some respect."
"So you are still jumping about when the Entil'zha tells you to."
"Don't you dare bring my relationship with Delenn into this!" I hissed aggressively, standing up to tower in front of Neroon. He stood up angrily as well, looking furious.
"Your 'relationship' with that… woman is the reason we are here right now." Neroon asserted gesturing animatedly towards the main hall.
"That's bull shit! The reason we are here is because you think I let you fuck me to get you under Delenn's thumb!" I screamed full out into the shocked Minbari's face. "How could you accuse me of something like that?"
"What was I supposed to think?" Neroon bellowed right back at me, quickly getting over his discomfort with human conversing techniques. "You deliberately manipulated me so that I would form an alliance with Delenn."
"Can you honestly tell me that you would have agreed otherwise?" I asked in a more reasonable tone of voice.
"You did not give me the chance to make such a decision."
"Would you have agreed?"
"I do not…"
"Yes or no?"
"No." Neroon growled frustrated. "Probably not. That woman is the reason for all of the conflict that besets Minbar right now. If she hadn't dissolved the Grey Council to begin with, let alone having a religious caste leader have the power over the three castes, it is cause for concern."
"This is why I did what I did. I couldn't let your dislike of Delenn blind you from doing what was necessary. I couldn't very well let you make the single most terrible mistake of your political career, condemning Minbar in the process due to your stubbornness."
"Marcus, you do not understand…" Neroon whispered softly.
"I do." I interrupted grabbing Neroon's hands between my own. "You're too stubborn and opinionated for your own good at times. Let the past rest, Neroon. Leave it where it belongs and move on. Look towards rebuilding the Castes for the future glory of Minbar."
"I will." Neroon spoke softly, looking at me tenderly and squeezing my hands in emphasis. I couldn't look at Neroon without finding it difficult to keep my composure, causing me to pull abruptly away from his strong hands.
"Good. I am glad." I reassured him before I quickly turned on my heel and walked toward the door, not glancing back. Warm arms held me implacably in a strong embrace surprising a squeak out of me.
"Marcus, I am deeply sorry." Neroon whispered brokenly in my ear.
The breath blowing through my dark hair caused me to stiffen in response. I tried to wiggle away from him in discomfort, but Neroon merely tightened his grip. After a short struggle I gave up, slouching in defeat against the rising chest behind me. Neroon caressed my arms softly with the pads of his thumbs, eliciting shivers of pleasure, which I did my best to ignore.
"Neroon." I moaned without being aware of it.
"I was angry, hurt. I thought you had sided with Delenn rather than me. I was afraid that this whole bonding was a sham." Neroon whispered in my ear, his tongue licking my lobe gently. "You may fool the others, but you and I both know that if you thought it was for the best you would agree to such a thing."
"Probably." I grumbled in reply. [Only if it were important enough.]
"Well, then how was I to know that was not what happened? I wanted to believe that you chose to be with me more that anything, but it still seems so unbelievable at times… I just didn't know what to believe. I know you are not a whore, Marcus. I was hurt and in my anger I stuck where I knew it would hurt you equally. Once I took the time to think about the situation I realized I was being an idiot. I love you. Can you ever forgive me for the things I said to you?" Neroon pleaded with me softly.
I turned around as he loosened his arms from around me so I was facing his. Looking up into his miserable face I found I couldn't stay mad at him for long, especially when he gives me the puppy-dog face. I didn't give his the satisfaction of knowing that however.
"You are a bloody pillock, and if you ever accuse me of something like this again I promise you I will not be so calm next time. I am sorry for manipulating you, but that is no excuse for you to call me vulgar names. You know that you are the only person I have been with and I hope that my motives, let alone my love for you, will never be called into question again."
"Oh love." Neroon whispered huskily, grabbing me in a bone-crushing hug, followed by a fierce kiss.
"Of course I love you, you stubborn prick!" I growled playfully, nipping at his nose causing him to laugh in relief at my antics.
"Shall we go back down stairs and see if Maiko and Delenn have come to blows yet?" Neroon suggested. My laughter followed us as we left his study closing the door firmly behind us.