Through The Darkness Falling 14/?
Sequel to: Journey of Love
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Marcus and Neroon, or anyone else from
Babylon 5.
Authors notes: This chapter is RATED R. Contains slash: two males in a romantic/sexual (although not explicit) relationship. If this offends you please turn back now.
[…] Denotes thoughts
WARNING: A bit of blood and violence in this part, as well as some Non-con. Fair warnings, if any of the preceding bothers you stop reading now please.
A Traumatic Experience and an Escape Attempt
For the last two days I have run myself to distraction worrying about Neroon and thinking about the options in front of me. Earlier this morning my captors were kind enough to bring in a video feed of the negotiations with Neroon.
Although Salic insisted I be treated with the proper respect an Alit deserves, his followers don't seem to share his tolerance for a human among them. Not that Salic likes me particularly, in fact I am sure it would give him great pleasure to humiliate me publicly before he beat me unconscious. Fortunately for me, however, Salic seems to believe that even though I am beneath serving as Neroon's mate, the office of Alit still holds certain honorifics to it regardless of who holds the current position.
As such, my 'conversations' with Salic remain short but with the bare minimum of civility woven among our words to each other. The others however, were not even attempting to uphold propriety. One of the Minbari that has been guarding my door, Macarle I think his name was, had been continuously giving me the evil eye, leering at me nastily. Every time Salic, or others would enter to bring me food, I would see Macarle looking me over as if I were trash, but a particularly haughty piece of trash at that.
He seemed enraged every time he would happen to see me, so much so that it got to the point where I deliberately avoided going near the door when it was opened or closed, although that was still the best time for me to try to escape. Frankly I didn't want to risk it, especially unarmed as I was. Needless to say, after two days on edge while watching Neroon, but not being able to warn him, I was wound tightly and I was getting increasingly jumpy.
I wish I could say that the reason I finally escaped the imprisonment was because I decided to face Salic head on without fear, but quite frankly I would be lying. I was sleeping peacefully that night after eating a late dinner that Salic brought, consisting of flarn. For once exhaustion dragging me into the world of dreams quite quickly. I was awoken somewhat suddenly when a noise startled me. During the space of half a minute before I came fully awake, I saw a shadow advancing becoming solid as it restrained me easily on my bed. The more I struggled the more I got tangled in my blankets until I could barely move the lower part of my body at all. It took my entire Ranger training to keep me from hyperventilating, when the shadow straddled me, trapping my hands above my head and putting it's weight on my upper legs and stomach.
"What?" I managed to gasp out, while I wiggled beneath my captor trying to escape. It's grip on my arms tightened before it answered causing me to still my movement for the moment in pain.
"Come now Alit." A menacing voice hissed directly in my ear causing me to shudder in fear. "I would expect more from a Ranger." The voice mockingly laughed.
"What do you want with me?" I asked, quite happy when my voice remained somewhat calm and didn't break.
"I thought that would be obvious even to a … Human." The man, for it was a man, sneered as he grabbed my robes and viciously ripped them from my heaving chest. I quailed beneath the onslaught, trying to burrow further into the bedding as he scratched my chest leaving a trail of blood in his wake, then proceeded to lick it clean.
I began to struggle in earnest as he continued his journey biting down my chest, leaving teeth marks and bruising as he went. Using all of my might I tried to free my hands from his superior grip to no avail. In fact the more I struggled the more the man above me seemed to get off on it. I didn't know this at the time until he began grinding viciously against my pelvis as I continued to struggle, his arousal obvious. I stopped moving at once, whimpering beneath him as he continued to pound against my now still body.
"And it was just beginning to get interesting," The man purred in my ear. "No matter, Marcus. I am sure I can find something to keep me amused."
I turned to look at him and I was shocked when I recognized the face of my attacker.
"Macarle?" I hissed in shock, renewing my struggles, once I recognized the guard. For some reason the fact that I could now recognize my attacked went a long way in momentarily stopping the paralyzing fear strumming through my body. "What is the meaning of this?"
"You are nothing, Human. We should have destroyed all of your kind at the Battle of the Line." Macarle growled in my face. "Even captured you still think you are above the Craedem. It is time you learned your proper place, Marcus… At our feet."
So saying the enraged Minbari proceeded to release one of his hands from their grip on my upper arms, although still restraining me with the other, and pushed the front of my robes further down my body leaving me bare except for my boxers. I shivered under his perusal and tried to move away as he lifted up slightly, causing his arousal to grind against my upper chest. As his face came closer to my head while he tried to remove the remnants of my torn outer robe, I took the opportunity to enrage him further in hopes of him releasing me in his anger.
"I don't just think I am above the Craedem. I know I am." I sneered disdainfully. "You all are a bunch of bloody pathetic cowards. You think you are above the law, but all you are is vigilantes, and incompetent ones at that. I'm not afraid of you, Macarle. You make me sick!"
"Shut up!" Macarle snapped, hitting me across the face, causing my head to knock of the headboard sharply. He regained his equanimity quickly and smirked down at my prone position underneath him.
"If I am so incompetent why are you trapped under me, at my complete mercy?" Macarle continued arrogantly, rubbing a hand idly on my upper thigh, barely touching the underside of my balls. I jerked helplessly in his grip, my eyes started to water before I got control of myself. I wouldn't give the bastard the satisfaction of seeing me broken. "You're weak, human."
He moved his face closer to mine in a parody of a tender kiss, but he harshly shoved his tongue in my mouth plundering it mercilessly, only stopping when I bit his tongue as hard as I could. He pulled back quickly as the blood continued to flow from his mouth. Before he could retaliate, I used his distraction to slam my forehead full tilt into his bone crest. I heard a satisfying crunch before Macarle slumped on top of me. The impact of skull against bone caused me to lie there dizzily for long moments before I regained my bearings. I pushed the unconscious Minbari off me with a groan, my cut chest and head protesting against the abrupt action. The shaking of my body made it difficult to accomplish it, but I finally could move out from under the black-clothed Minbari. I simply stared at Macarle shaking uncontrollably before I forced myself to move away from the bastard. [I'll have time for a breakdown later. Right now I've got to get out of here.]
I hastily moved to my closet and threw on the first pants I could find along with a baggy tunic. Forcing myself to check Macarle's person for keys and weapons, I touched the guard hesitantly, looking like I thought he would jump up and attack me at the least provocation. I found his denn'bok and a security console as well. Still shaking slightly, I activated the console and memorized where all of the sentries were located before I left the room. I was holding Macarle's pike extending in a defensive position against my side as the door closed softly behind me.
Sequel to: Journey of Love
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Marcus and Neroon, or anyone else from
Babylon 5.
Authors notes: This chapter is RATED R. Contains slash: two males in a romantic/sexual (although not explicit) relationship. If this offends you please turn back now.
[…] Denotes thoughts
WARNING: A bit of blood and violence in this part, as well as some Non-con. Fair warnings, if any of the preceding bothers you stop reading now please.
A Traumatic Experience and an Escape Attempt
For the last two days I have run myself to distraction worrying about Neroon and thinking about the options in front of me. Earlier this morning my captors were kind enough to bring in a video feed of the negotiations with Neroon.
Although Salic insisted I be treated with the proper respect an Alit deserves, his followers don't seem to share his tolerance for a human among them. Not that Salic likes me particularly, in fact I am sure it would give him great pleasure to humiliate me publicly before he beat me unconscious. Fortunately for me, however, Salic seems to believe that even though I am beneath serving as Neroon's mate, the office of Alit still holds certain honorifics to it regardless of who holds the current position.
As such, my 'conversations' with Salic remain short but with the bare minimum of civility woven among our words to each other. The others however, were not even attempting to uphold propriety. One of the Minbari that has been guarding my door, Macarle I think his name was, had been continuously giving me the evil eye, leering at me nastily. Every time Salic, or others would enter to bring me food, I would see Macarle looking me over as if I were trash, but a particularly haughty piece of trash at that.
He seemed enraged every time he would happen to see me, so much so that it got to the point where I deliberately avoided going near the door when it was opened or closed, although that was still the best time for me to try to escape. Frankly I didn't want to risk it, especially unarmed as I was. Needless to say, after two days on edge while watching Neroon, but not being able to warn him, I was wound tightly and I was getting increasingly jumpy.
I wish I could say that the reason I finally escaped the imprisonment was because I decided to face Salic head on without fear, but quite frankly I would be lying. I was sleeping peacefully that night after eating a late dinner that Salic brought, consisting of flarn. For once exhaustion dragging me into the world of dreams quite quickly. I was awoken somewhat suddenly when a noise startled me. During the space of half a minute before I came fully awake, I saw a shadow advancing becoming solid as it restrained me easily on my bed. The more I struggled the more I got tangled in my blankets until I could barely move the lower part of my body at all. It took my entire Ranger training to keep me from hyperventilating, when the shadow straddled me, trapping my hands above my head and putting it's weight on my upper legs and stomach.
"What?" I managed to gasp out, while I wiggled beneath my captor trying to escape. It's grip on my arms tightened before it answered causing me to still my movement for the moment in pain.
"Come now Alit." A menacing voice hissed directly in my ear causing me to shudder in fear. "I would expect more from a Ranger." The voice mockingly laughed.
"What do you want with me?" I asked, quite happy when my voice remained somewhat calm and didn't break.
"I thought that would be obvious even to a … Human." The man, for it was a man, sneered as he grabbed my robes and viciously ripped them from my heaving chest. I quailed beneath the onslaught, trying to burrow further into the bedding as he scratched my chest leaving a trail of blood in his wake, then proceeded to lick it clean.
I began to struggle in earnest as he continued his journey biting down my chest, leaving teeth marks and bruising as he went. Using all of my might I tried to free my hands from his superior grip to no avail. In fact the more I struggled the more the man above me seemed to get off on it. I didn't know this at the time until he began grinding viciously against my pelvis as I continued to struggle, his arousal obvious. I stopped moving at once, whimpering beneath him as he continued to pound against my now still body.
"And it was just beginning to get interesting," The man purred in my ear. "No matter, Marcus. I am sure I can find something to keep me amused."
I turned to look at him and I was shocked when I recognized the face of my attacker.
"Macarle?" I hissed in shock, renewing my struggles, once I recognized the guard. For some reason the fact that I could now recognize my attacked went a long way in momentarily stopping the paralyzing fear strumming through my body. "What is the meaning of this?"
"You are nothing, Human. We should have destroyed all of your kind at the Battle of the Line." Macarle growled in my face. "Even captured you still think you are above the Craedem. It is time you learned your proper place, Marcus… At our feet."
So saying the enraged Minbari proceeded to release one of his hands from their grip on my upper arms, although still restraining me with the other, and pushed the front of my robes further down my body leaving me bare except for my boxers. I shivered under his perusal and tried to move away as he lifted up slightly, causing his arousal to grind against my upper chest. As his face came closer to my head while he tried to remove the remnants of my torn outer robe, I took the opportunity to enrage him further in hopes of him releasing me in his anger.
"I don't just think I am above the Craedem. I know I am." I sneered disdainfully. "You all are a bunch of bloody pathetic cowards. You think you are above the law, but all you are is vigilantes, and incompetent ones at that. I'm not afraid of you, Macarle. You make me sick!"
"Shut up!" Macarle snapped, hitting me across the face, causing my head to knock of the headboard sharply. He regained his equanimity quickly and smirked down at my prone position underneath him.
"If I am so incompetent why are you trapped under me, at my complete mercy?" Macarle continued arrogantly, rubbing a hand idly on my upper thigh, barely touching the underside of my balls. I jerked helplessly in his grip, my eyes started to water before I got control of myself. I wouldn't give the bastard the satisfaction of seeing me broken. "You're weak, human."
He moved his face closer to mine in a parody of a tender kiss, but he harshly shoved his tongue in my mouth plundering it mercilessly, only stopping when I bit his tongue as hard as I could. He pulled back quickly as the blood continued to flow from his mouth. Before he could retaliate, I used his distraction to slam my forehead full tilt into his bone crest. I heard a satisfying crunch before Macarle slumped on top of me. The impact of skull against bone caused me to lie there dizzily for long moments before I regained my bearings. I pushed the unconscious Minbari off me with a groan, my cut chest and head protesting against the abrupt action. The shaking of my body made it difficult to accomplish it, but I finally could move out from under the black-clothed Minbari. I simply stared at Macarle shaking uncontrollably before I forced myself to move away from the bastard. [I'll have time for a breakdown later. Right now I've got to get out of here.]
I hastily moved to my closet and threw on the first pants I could find along with a baggy tunic. Forcing myself to check Macarle's person for keys and weapons, I touched the guard hesitantly, looking like I thought he would jump up and attack me at the least provocation. I found his denn'bok and a security console as well. Still shaking slightly, I activated the console and memorized where all of the sentries were located before I left the room. I was holding Macarle's pike extending in a defensive position against my side as the door closed softly behind me.