Shadows and Light 21/?
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
Getting Settled In
Later that day we were escorted to a larger 'cell.' I was still pissed that we were being kept here against our wills, while Neroon surprisingly enough seemed content to wait our captors out and enjoy our stay. I simply couldn't understand Neroon's laid back attitude toward all of this. Usually our positions are reversed, and Neroon is the intense one while I am at laid back. Of course come to think of it, I've been tightly wound since I came to this planet, and even before then when I was with Neroon. Granted I had been in a fight for my life at the time, but even then I usually have certain casualness about my actions, that has been missing recently. Neroon always puts me on guard except for those rare occasions when I can relax in his presence. This day was no different. I had to constantly refrain from yelling at him.
Right now Neroon was busy exploring our new quarters, which were much more elaborate then our previous ones. The room was decorated simply much like a rustic cabin made of wood. There is a fireplace in the combined living quarters and bedroom as well as a small kitchenette and a bathroom complete with an extremely spacious bathtub. The four-poster bed took up much of the room and I couldn't seem to keep my eyes off of it for some unfathomable reason. My attention was soon caught and held however, as Neroon bent down and began stoking a fire in the fireplace. The light from the fire shimmered over Neroon's body, giving him an almost surreal glow about him. I caught my breath sharply before hastily looking away. Had I continued watching a moment longer, I would have noticed the small pleased smile that momentarily curled Neroon's lips. My face felt flushed and my ears heated, which I blamed solely on the fire, as I moved away from the entrancing sight as Neroon stood casually looking into the flames.
The crackling of the wood helped to relax me for the first time that day as I watched the light reflect off the walls and ceiling from a nearby chair. Neroon lay on the full rug instead, looking inordinately pleased for some reason. He reminded me of a dog for a moment as he stretched in front of the fire trying to find a comfortable position. My face heated again as I thought of rubbing his stomach leisurely as I would my old sheep dog. I suddenly had a clear picture of him rolling into my stroking contentedly, his eyes half closed in pleasure.
I am sure that by this time Neroon was wondering what the hell was on my mind, considering I had been quiet for too long and I kept blushing. He was looking at me curiously when I finally raised my eyes back to his face.
"Is everything okay, Marcus?" Neroon asked inquisitively, although with a slight twinkle in his eye.
"Um… Everything is fine." I answered embarrassed by my own lack of control. "Just thinking."
"Anything you would be willing to share?" Neroon questioned innocently.
"No." I answered more sharply then I intended to, causing Neroon to look crestfallen for a moment. "I mean not right now. Perhaps later on."
Neroon looked more upbeat as he continued glancing at me through the day after that. I somehow managed to keep my thoughts wholesome which I was grateful for, since I obviously had no idea how to hide my feelings, from Neroon at least.
We had just finished eating a small, yet nourishing lunch, when Masea and Frea knocked on our door. Neroon gave me a quick warning look before he called for them to enter. Frea looked around the room in approval before commenting lightly.
"I am pleased that you seem to be settling in comfortably." He commented, motioning with a sweeping hand gesture that encompassed the whole room, from the crackling fire to the plates of left over floor, to the blankets resting on the rug in front of the fire. Even I had to admit that the rooms had a homey feel to them, after just one afternoon in them. "Since you have agreeably decided to remain our guests, we thought it would be pleasant if we took you on a tour of our village. You will notice that your people have already been introduced and given living quarters of their own."
I almost commented about gilded cages, but I knew that it wouldn't be wise to upset our 'hosts' generosity. Instead I let Neroon answer for us, since he seemed to be genuinely enjoying our stay.
"We would be honored. Lead the way."
So saying Frea and Masea led the way from the room as Neroon and I followed behind them. Once we got out in the sunshine, Neroon placed a comforting hand on my back, feeling the tension that still resided in me. I gradually settled down, although still alert to our surroundings, and began enjoying the tours almost against my will at times.
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
Getting Settled In
Later that day we were escorted to a larger 'cell.' I was still pissed that we were being kept here against our wills, while Neroon surprisingly enough seemed content to wait our captors out and enjoy our stay. I simply couldn't understand Neroon's laid back attitude toward all of this. Usually our positions are reversed, and Neroon is the intense one while I am at laid back. Of course come to think of it, I've been tightly wound since I came to this planet, and even before then when I was with Neroon. Granted I had been in a fight for my life at the time, but even then I usually have certain casualness about my actions, that has been missing recently. Neroon always puts me on guard except for those rare occasions when I can relax in his presence. This day was no different. I had to constantly refrain from yelling at him.
Right now Neroon was busy exploring our new quarters, which were much more elaborate then our previous ones. The room was decorated simply much like a rustic cabin made of wood. There is a fireplace in the combined living quarters and bedroom as well as a small kitchenette and a bathroom complete with an extremely spacious bathtub. The four-poster bed took up much of the room and I couldn't seem to keep my eyes off of it for some unfathomable reason. My attention was soon caught and held however, as Neroon bent down and began stoking a fire in the fireplace. The light from the fire shimmered over Neroon's body, giving him an almost surreal glow about him. I caught my breath sharply before hastily looking away. Had I continued watching a moment longer, I would have noticed the small pleased smile that momentarily curled Neroon's lips. My face felt flushed and my ears heated, which I blamed solely on the fire, as I moved away from the entrancing sight as Neroon stood casually looking into the flames.
The crackling of the wood helped to relax me for the first time that day as I watched the light reflect off the walls and ceiling from a nearby chair. Neroon lay on the full rug instead, looking inordinately pleased for some reason. He reminded me of a dog for a moment as he stretched in front of the fire trying to find a comfortable position. My face heated again as I thought of rubbing his stomach leisurely as I would my old sheep dog. I suddenly had a clear picture of him rolling into my stroking contentedly, his eyes half closed in pleasure.
I am sure that by this time Neroon was wondering what the hell was on my mind, considering I had been quiet for too long and I kept blushing. He was looking at me curiously when I finally raised my eyes back to his face.
"Is everything okay, Marcus?" Neroon asked inquisitively, although with a slight twinkle in his eye.
"Um… Everything is fine." I answered embarrassed by my own lack of control. "Just thinking."
"Anything you would be willing to share?" Neroon questioned innocently.
"No." I answered more sharply then I intended to, causing Neroon to look crestfallen for a moment. "I mean not right now. Perhaps later on."
Neroon looked more upbeat as he continued glancing at me through the day after that. I somehow managed to keep my thoughts wholesome which I was grateful for, since I obviously had no idea how to hide my feelings, from Neroon at least.
We had just finished eating a small, yet nourishing lunch, when Masea and Frea knocked on our door. Neroon gave me a quick warning look before he called for them to enter. Frea looked around the room in approval before commenting lightly.
"I am pleased that you seem to be settling in comfortably." He commented, motioning with a sweeping hand gesture that encompassed the whole room, from the crackling fire to the plates of left over floor, to the blankets resting on the rug in front of the fire. Even I had to admit that the rooms had a homey feel to them, after just one afternoon in them. "Since you have agreeably decided to remain our guests, we thought it would be pleasant if we took you on a tour of our village. You will notice that your people have already been introduced and given living quarters of their own."
I almost commented about gilded cages, but I knew that it wouldn't be wise to upset our 'hosts' generosity. Instead I let Neroon answer for us, since he seemed to be genuinely enjoying our stay.
"We would be honored. Lead the way."
So saying Frea and Masea led the way from the room as Neroon and I followed behind them. Once we got out in the sunshine, Neroon placed a comforting hand on my back, feeling the tension that still resided in me. I gradually settled down, although still alert to our surroundings, and began enjoying the tours almost against my will at times.