Through The Darkness Falling 16/?
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
Repercussions
I rendezvoused with the Ingata a little over twenty minutes later as I docked my craft in the hanger bay. I didn't get the much-needed chance to center myself before Shamar and Maiko all but ran into the hangar bay. I quickly straightened my posture and forced my aching muscles to attention as they got closer.
"Marcus, are you alright?" Shamar asked in concern, putting an arm around my waist to support me. [Perhaps I didn't look as well as I was trying to. Bugger!]
I hastily pushed Shamar away from me, shuddering lightly at the contact. I ignored Shamar's hurt expression as I turned around to face him, keeping Maiko in sight all the while. I took a deep breath and let it out, trying to regain my hard-fought calm, which had insulated me for much of the night.
"I am fine." I assured Shamar, only to hear Maiko snort in disbelief. I angrily turned my attention to the First Guard, sneering at him furiously. [Why can't they all just leave me the hell alone? I am perfectly fine. Interfering prats!] "Something you wish to say?"
"You look like you're ready to drop. You should accept help when it is offered, Alit." Maiko growled disdainfully, making my title sound profane.
"I don't need any bloody help." I snarled furiously at my own weakness. " I am well."
"Sure you are." I heard Maiko murmur under his breath as I passed him and stalked out into the hall. I stood at the exit looking blankly at the wall in front of me, not knowing where I should go from there.
"If you will follow me to the infirmary, Marcus." Shamar gestured to my right careful not to touch me. "You should be checked over to make sure you did not sustain any severe injuries during your…stay with the Craedem."
"I told you I'm bloody well fine. So leave me alone." I snarled at Shamar before walking away in the opposite direction.
I couldn't let anyone undress me so soon after what happened with that bastard, without running the risk of having an extreme reaction. Even just thinking about an exam caused me to break out in a cold sweat. I continued to stalk the halls of the Ingata, practically ignoring the greetings and well-wishers I came upon along the way, as I moved with a single-mindedness toward Neroon's quarters.
Although they were empty as Neroon was still on the surface I entered our quarters and breathed a sigh of relief once the door closed behind me. As soon as I was assured of my privacy I buried myself in the bed we shared while on the Ingata. The room still smelled of him and it comforted me somewhat. My breathing calmed and the shivers gradually left me as well. I gradually regained control of my body and once again donned a calm façade, so that I could deal with the events to come. That didn't stop me from burrowing further into the comforter and breathing in deeply of Neroon's distinctive scent.
I was disturbed soon after I lay down by the bell as someone requested entrance to my quarters. I rubbed my tired face vigorously and flattened my hair our before I left the safe cocoon of the bed. I stood up reluctantly and adjusted my clothing until I looked presentable and walked into the sitting room.
"Enter." I called as calmly as I could manage, waiting for the door to open as I sat down on the couch looking relaxed.
"Excuse me Alit." Shamar hesitantly called as he entered the room. If I had been in a better frame of mind I would have tried to put my friend at ease, and felt distinctively guilty of my harsh treatment of him; but at the moment, I couldn't bring myself to apologize or feel much of anything for that matter.
"Yes?" I asked softly, trying to temper my reaction from earlier as best I could at present.
"We will be landing at your estate in under two minutes."
"Very well… Thank you." I told Shamar, heaving a sigh of relief.
"Of course, Alit." Shamar responded formally, bowing his head slightly in response, causing me to wince slightly at the gesture. "Neroon will meet us on the ground."
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
Repercussions
I rendezvoused with the Ingata a little over twenty minutes later as I docked my craft in the hanger bay. I didn't get the much-needed chance to center myself before Shamar and Maiko all but ran into the hangar bay. I quickly straightened my posture and forced my aching muscles to attention as they got closer.
"Marcus, are you alright?" Shamar asked in concern, putting an arm around my waist to support me. [Perhaps I didn't look as well as I was trying to. Bugger!]
I hastily pushed Shamar away from me, shuddering lightly at the contact. I ignored Shamar's hurt expression as I turned around to face him, keeping Maiko in sight all the while. I took a deep breath and let it out, trying to regain my hard-fought calm, which had insulated me for much of the night.
"I am fine." I assured Shamar, only to hear Maiko snort in disbelief. I angrily turned my attention to the First Guard, sneering at him furiously. [Why can't they all just leave me the hell alone? I am perfectly fine. Interfering prats!] "Something you wish to say?"
"You look like you're ready to drop. You should accept help when it is offered, Alit." Maiko growled disdainfully, making my title sound profane.
"I don't need any bloody help." I snarled furiously at my own weakness. " I am well."
"Sure you are." I heard Maiko murmur under his breath as I passed him and stalked out into the hall. I stood at the exit looking blankly at the wall in front of me, not knowing where I should go from there.
"If you will follow me to the infirmary, Marcus." Shamar gestured to my right careful not to touch me. "You should be checked over to make sure you did not sustain any severe injuries during your…stay with the Craedem."
"I told you I'm bloody well fine. So leave me alone." I snarled at Shamar before walking away in the opposite direction.
I couldn't let anyone undress me so soon after what happened with that bastard, without running the risk of having an extreme reaction. Even just thinking about an exam caused me to break out in a cold sweat. I continued to stalk the halls of the Ingata, practically ignoring the greetings and well-wishers I came upon along the way, as I moved with a single-mindedness toward Neroon's quarters.
Although they were empty as Neroon was still on the surface I entered our quarters and breathed a sigh of relief once the door closed behind me. As soon as I was assured of my privacy I buried myself in the bed we shared while on the Ingata. The room still smelled of him and it comforted me somewhat. My breathing calmed and the shivers gradually left me as well. I gradually regained control of my body and once again donned a calm façade, so that I could deal with the events to come. That didn't stop me from burrowing further into the comforter and breathing in deeply of Neroon's distinctive scent.
I was disturbed soon after I lay down by the bell as someone requested entrance to my quarters. I rubbed my tired face vigorously and flattened my hair our before I left the safe cocoon of the bed. I stood up reluctantly and adjusted my clothing until I looked presentable and walked into the sitting room.
"Enter." I called as calmly as I could manage, waiting for the door to open as I sat down on the couch looking relaxed.
"Excuse me Alit." Shamar hesitantly called as he entered the room. If I had been in a better frame of mind I would have tried to put my friend at ease, and felt distinctively guilty of my harsh treatment of him; but at the moment, I couldn't bring myself to apologize or feel much of anything for that matter.
"Yes?" I asked softly, trying to temper my reaction from earlier as best I could at present.
"We will be landing at your estate in under two minutes."
"Very well… Thank you." I told Shamar, heaving a sigh of relief.
"Of course, Alit." Shamar responded formally, bowing his head slightly in response, causing me to wince slightly at the gesture. "Neroon will meet us on the ground."