Shadows and Light 17/?
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.
Not related to either Journey of Love or Through the Darkness Falling
Marching Two by Two
The next two days I spent flat on my back recuperating as Neroon played nursemaid, which gave me hours of amusement. I was healing well and by the third day in the same place I was well enough to move on my own, although I was still in quite a bit of pain. Whenever I breathed too deeply I would pull the wound on my stomach and I was still walking with a noticeable hop. My arm was bruised and battered but that was the least severe of my considerable injuries.
As it was Neroon refused to let me walk on my own on my leg, and insisted that I use him as a crutch of sorts. It was decided that the group had become used to working together under less that ideal conditions so there was no further use in the survival exercises. While we were walking back toward the encampment I was literally being held to Neroon's side and my feet were barely touching the ground every other step. That as nothing else had, convinced me of Neroon's awesome strength, which he hadn't employed often in my presence.
"Could you put me down please?" I growled softly in Neroon's ear as he continued to bodily, yet gently, march me through the forest. By that point I was practically cradled in his arms except I was held to his side instead, probably for reputation sake if nothing else.
"We will be back to the clearing in the morning if we keep up this pace." Neroon answered, ignoring my request.
"Neroon, I am perfectly capable of walking on my own." I insisted, digging my fingers into his arm as it held me about the waist. I was being childish but I couldn't bring myself to care as Neroon hauled me around like a rag doll. I didn't like feeling weak or vulnerable, and Neroon made me feel both without even being aware of it.
"Perhaps, but in your current condition why injure yourself further if you do not need to?" Neroon asked reasonably. "I am perfectly capable of carrying you."
"Damn it!" I cursed angrily, which only caused Neroon to look at me in amusement before concentrating on his destination again. It was quiet for a half an hour or so before he spoke again, startling me in the process.
"The trainees do not care that I am carrying you." Neroon murmured as I tried to move into a more comfortable position. "You protected them with your life, and were injured holding off two ferocious beast. They all respect you for it."
"They may not bloody well care, but I do." I snapped back. "I am not a child and I would thank you to realize it."
Neroon was quiet for a few tension filled moments before he tightened his hands on my body and brought me into close contact with him. So close in fact that I could smell his sweat as well as the earthy musk that was distinctively Neroon.
"I am quite aware that you are not a child, Marcus." Neroon murmured huskily, causing his whole chest to rumble pleasantly under my head. "I would not think of a child the way I think of you."
[Huh?] Before I could ask him about that ambiguous statement Neroon continued talking.
"However, you should try not to act like one. No one thinks less of you for accepting help, least of all me. Perhaps you should try being gracious for a change."
"Gracious my bloody arse." I snarled under my breath, deliberately tightening my grip on his neck doing my best to cut off his air supply.
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.
Not related to either Journey of Love or Through the Darkness Falling
Marching Two by Two
The next two days I spent flat on my back recuperating as Neroon played nursemaid, which gave me hours of amusement. I was healing well and by the third day in the same place I was well enough to move on my own, although I was still in quite a bit of pain. Whenever I breathed too deeply I would pull the wound on my stomach and I was still walking with a noticeable hop. My arm was bruised and battered but that was the least severe of my considerable injuries.
As it was Neroon refused to let me walk on my own on my leg, and insisted that I use him as a crutch of sorts. It was decided that the group had become used to working together under less that ideal conditions so there was no further use in the survival exercises. While we were walking back toward the encampment I was literally being held to Neroon's side and my feet were barely touching the ground every other step. That as nothing else had, convinced me of Neroon's awesome strength, which he hadn't employed often in my presence.
"Could you put me down please?" I growled softly in Neroon's ear as he continued to bodily, yet gently, march me through the forest. By that point I was practically cradled in his arms except I was held to his side instead, probably for reputation sake if nothing else.
"We will be back to the clearing in the morning if we keep up this pace." Neroon answered, ignoring my request.
"Neroon, I am perfectly capable of walking on my own." I insisted, digging my fingers into his arm as it held me about the waist. I was being childish but I couldn't bring myself to care as Neroon hauled me around like a rag doll. I didn't like feeling weak or vulnerable, and Neroon made me feel both without even being aware of it.
"Perhaps, but in your current condition why injure yourself further if you do not need to?" Neroon asked reasonably. "I am perfectly capable of carrying you."
"Damn it!" I cursed angrily, which only caused Neroon to look at me in amusement before concentrating on his destination again. It was quiet for a half an hour or so before he spoke again, startling me in the process.
"The trainees do not care that I am carrying you." Neroon murmured as I tried to move into a more comfortable position. "You protected them with your life, and were injured holding off two ferocious beast. They all respect you for it."
"They may not bloody well care, but I do." I snapped back. "I am not a child and I would thank you to realize it."
Neroon was quiet for a few tension filled moments before he tightened his hands on my body and brought me into close contact with him. So close in fact that I could smell his sweat as well as the earthy musk that was distinctively Neroon.
"I am quite aware that you are not a child, Marcus." Neroon murmured huskily, causing his whole chest to rumble pleasantly under my head. "I would not think of a child the way I think of you."
[Huh?] Before I could ask him about that ambiguous statement Neroon continued talking.
"However, you should try not to act like one. No one thinks less of you for accepting help, least of all me. Perhaps you should try being gracious for a change."
"Gracious my bloody arse." I snarled under my breath, deliberately tightening my grip on his neck doing my best to cut off his air supply.