In the Beginning 9/?
Disclaimer: I neither own nor created the character of Marcus, Neroon, Babylon 5, etc… No infringement is intended.
Rating: PG-13 (possibly R in later chapters) for m/m situations and violence. SLASH. If this offends you read no further. Thank you kindly.
A.N.: I am changing the whole history of the Shadow War. In this story the Centauri did not help the shadows, and they were the first overt targets of the Shadows. Sorry if this confuses anyone but it was needed for the story.
En Route to Centauri Prime
I settled in to my new quarters, conveniently across the hall from Marcus, quickly. An hour later I decided to tour the ship accompanied by my personal guard of course. I made quite the imposing figure in my full Warrior Caste uniform followed by four of the largest and most-skilled fighters the Caste has seen.
Needless to say when I entered a room, all action stopped temporarily to watch me. I am not arrogant, but I have had to get used to many people deferring to me at all times. Most times I would rather be some obscure warrior who could go where they wished without the guard following, but for the most part I am content with my life. In fact the only complaint I have is that duty is a cold mistress and doesn't keep me warm at night.
Hopefully before my return to Minbar I will have been able to convince Marcus of my love for him. He would make an excellent bed warmer, all that fire in him encased in the duty of an Anla'shok. On the bridge of this ship he seems almost cold and distant from the others, with the exception of the Centauri Ambassador, who you can't help but be drawn to as well as his aide. I have noticed that Londo Mollari is usually very outspoken, sometimes loud as well, but there are times when he is silent and at these times Marcus draws him from his musings with a quiet word or two.
My Marcus is quite a contradiction that I will enjoy solving. He is well versed in the social graces, knows Minbari custom and language flawlessly and can draw the most reticent of his crew into a conversation. At the same time he is utterly alone.
He doesn't encourage any overt familiarity with his crew beyond a bit of friendly banter, nor does he take up Mollari on the implied offer to share his bed. Marcus doesn't even seem to be aware of what has been offered. By the same token, Mollari seems content with Marcus' reactions and it is more of a game to see how many outrageous suggestions he can make before the human realizes his meaning. Vir watches all of this with an amused smile and affection in his eyes while he looks at the bantering twosome.
Surprisingly enough the only time I've seen the inner fire of his is when we were fighting in Down Below. He was fury and devotion, pain and determination, passion and love. Neither before of since have I had been as aware of Marcus Cole's inner feelings as I was at that time. This disturbs me greatly and strengthens my resolve for it to be me who breaks down his walls and elicits his passion for myself. I have seen the heat of it, but now I want to bask in its warmth as well.
I was distracted by my thoughts as I continued to venture about the ship until I entered the gymnasium as humans call it. The room was very bright with overhead lights and practice mats in four square blocks around the room. There were weapons hung on the wall from staffs to swords to pikes. What immediately caught my attention however was the person meditating in the center of the otherwise empty room.
"Come in Neroon." Marcus bid me enter without opening his eyes. I stayed my guard with a raised palm, letting them know that I wished to be alone with the Anla'shok. They left without a word except for Adrea who stood at my side ignoring my orders. I glared at him for the disobedience, but secretly I was pleased with him. I was deathly sick of automatons following me about; this man was unique and strong-willed. I turned back to Marcus who was still in a lotus position on the floor seemingly oblivious to the tension in the room.
"What is that you are doing?" I asked curiously, for although I thought it was some type of relaxation technique I had never seen it's like on Minbar or elsewhere for that matter.
"Meditating." Marcus answered softly
"I assumed that, but from which culture did you learn this?"
"It's an old Earth method borrowed from the east. I learned it from a mentor of sorts on Arisa in my free time."
"Arisa?" I questioned curiously, never having heard of the place.
"The planet where I was born and raised. A mining colony destroyed a few years ago." Marcus answered shortly.
"What happened to it? A mine explosion?"
"The Shadows destroyed it. I was the only survivor."
"I am sorry." I said inadequate to the task of comforting him, so I simply placed a hand on his shoulder causing him to jump and open his eyes. Where his tone of voice had been cold, his eyes showed his true torment. They were awash in deeply concealed misery and guilt that it took my breath away. Without thinking on it I sat next to him on the ground and pulled him into my arms.
"What are you-"
"Hush." I admonished him quietly and put his head against my shoulder. After a few tense moments he did as I told him to and leaned into my one-handed embrace. I simply held him in silence as a few tears fell from his eyes, He sat with his face turned away from me and was weeping silently for all that he had lost while I continued to hold him carefully to me. After a time he turned back to face me and although his face was shiny with tear tracks I acted as if we were merely having a rest on the floor. "If you are through lounging around," I began teasingly, causing Marcus to smile at me gratefully. "Could I interest you in a spar? I haven't had a good workout since I came to the station."
"Sure. But you're going to have to let me go first." Marcus smirked gesturing to the arm I still held around him. I reluctantly let him go and immediately afterwards felt cold from his absence.
Disclaimer: I neither own nor created the character of Marcus, Neroon, Babylon 5, etc… No infringement is intended.
Rating: PG-13 (possibly R in later chapters) for m/m situations and violence. SLASH. If this offends you read no further. Thank you kindly.
A.N.: I am changing the whole history of the Shadow War. In this story the Centauri did not help the shadows, and they were the first overt targets of the Shadows. Sorry if this confuses anyone but it was needed for the story.
En Route to Centauri Prime
I settled in to my new quarters, conveniently across the hall from Marcus, quickly. An hour later I decided to tour the ship accompanied by my personal guard of course. I made quite the imposing figure in my full Warrior Caste uniform followed by four of the largest and most-skilled fighters the Caste has seen.
Needless to say when I entered a room, all action stopped temporarily to watch me. I am not arrogant, but I have had to get used to many people deferring to me at all times. Most times I would rather be some obscure warrior who could go where they wished without the guard following, but for the most part I am content with my life. In fact the only complaint I have is that duty is a cold mistress and doesn't keep me warm at night.
Hopefully before my return to Minbar I will have been able to convince Marcus of my love for him. He would make an excellent bed warmer, all that fire in him encased in the duty of an Anla'shok. On the bridge of this ship he seems almost cold and distant from the others, with the exception of the Centauri Ambassador, who you can't help but be drawn to as well as his aide. I have noticed that Londo Mollari is usually very outspoken, sometimes loud as well, but there are times when he is silent and at these times Marcus draws him from his musings with a quiet word or two.
My Marcus is quite a contradiction that I will enjoy solving. He is well versed in the social graces, knows Minbari custom and language flawlessly and can draw the most reticent of his crew into a conversation. At the same time he is utterly alone.
He doesn't encourage any overt familiarity with his crew beyond a bit of friendly banter, nor does he take up Mollari on the implied offer to share his bed. Marcus doesn't even seem to be aware of what has been offered. By the same token, Mollari seems content with Marcus' reactions and it is more of a game to see how many outrageous suggestions he can make before the human realizes his meaning. Vir watches all of this with an amused smile and affection in his eyes while he looks at the bantering twosome.
Surprisingly enough the only time I've seen the inner fire of his is when we were fighting in Down Below. He was fury and devotion, pain and determination, passion and love. Neither before of since have I had been as aware of Marcus Cole's inner feelings as I was at that time. This disturbs me greatly and strengthens my resolve for it to be me who breaks down his walls and elicits his passion for myself. I have seen the heat of it, but now I want to bask in its warmth as well.
I was distracted by my thoughts as I continued to venture about the ship until I entered the gymnasium as humans call it. The room was very bright with overhead lights and practice mats in four square blocks around the room. There were weapons hung on the wall from staffs to swords to pikes. What immediately caught my attention however was the person meditating in the center of the otherwise empty room.
"Come in Neroon." Marcus bid me enter without opening his eyes. I stayed my guard with a raised palm, letting them know that I wished to be alone with the Anla'shok. They left without a word except for Adrea who stood at my side ignoring my orders. I glared at him for the disobedience, but secretly I was pleased with him. I was deathly sick of automatons following me about; this man was unique and strong-willed. I turned back to Marcus who was still in a lotus position on the floor seemingly oblivious to the tension in the room.
"What is that you are doing?" I asked curiously, for although I thought it was some type of relaxation technique I had never seen it's like on Minbar or elsewhere for that matter.
"Meditating." Marcus answered softly
"I assumed that, but from which culture did you learn this?"
"It's an old Earth method borrowed from the east. I learned it from a mentor of sorts on Arisa in my free time."
"Arisa?" I questioned curiously, never having heard of the place.
"The planet where I was born and raised. A mining colony destroyed a few years ago." Marcus answered shortly.
"What happened to it? A mine explosion?"
"The Shadows destroyed it. I was the only survivor."
"I am sorry." I said inadequate to the task of comforting him, so I simply placed a hand on his shoulder causing him to jump and open his eyes. Where his tone of voice had been cold, his eyes showed his true torment. They were awash in deeply concealed misery and guilt that it took my breath away. Without thinking on it I sat next to him on the ground and pulled him into my arms.
"What are you-"
"Hush." I admonished him quietly and put his head against my shoulder. After a few tense moments he did as I told him to and leaned into my one-handed embrace. I simply held him in silence as a few tears fell from his eyes, He sat with his face turned away from me and was weeping silently for all that he had lost while I continued to hold him carefully to me. After a time he turned back to face me and although his face was shiny with tear tracks I acted as if we were merely having a rest on the floor. "If you are through lounging around," I began teasingly, causing Marcus to smile at me gratefully. "Could I interest you in a spar? I haven't had a good workout since I came to the station."
"Sure. But you're going to have to let me go first." Marcus smirked gesturing to the arm I still held around him. I reluctantly let him go and immediately afterwards felt cold from his absence.