In the Beginning 16/?
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 for your continued feedback over recent weeks. I am sorry for the lack of regular updates, but I have been trying to catch up on my classes, not to mention real life difficulties. Hopefully things will stay uneventful now and I can get beck into writing steadily. Please continue to review, your support keeps me updating. Thanks again.
Relocation Effort and A Bit of Flirting
Unfortunately, my grand scheme to seduce Marcus was put on hold for two reasons. The first being that everyone was occupied with relocating and healing the fleeing Centauri, as well as helping with the clean up effort on their home world.
A few days had passed eventfully, and the only time I wasn't busy was when I was asleep in the rooms that Marcus insisted were mine. Never mind that I tried to convince him that I wanted to be near him for my own fragile piece of mind. I still don't know why he found that so amusing, but either way he didn't take me seriously.
The second obstacle in my plan was Marcus himself. He worked himself ragged trying to organize his crew once we touched down on Centauri Prime in the middle of the still burning capital. When he wasn't ordering rescue crews about or shepherding the wounded to the medical facilities he was comforting Londo and Vir, as they recognized more and more of their brethren.
When Cartagia was found in the rubble of the underground tunnels of the royal palace it was disturbing to watch the Centauri's reactions, but al last Molari got a hold of himself and became a voice of hope and reason to his people. As more rescue workers from varying races arrived the frantic work slowed some, but Marcus still found time to completely avoid me.
From what I remembered of his memories he never used to deliberately avoid me, nor was he uncomfortable in my presence. In fact the opposite was often true, and he was downright stubborn about not heeding the boundaries of my personal space. So it was that I was growing equally restless and frustrated five days after the attack until I finally cornered the stubborn human in the mess surrounded by his crew. I figured that Marcus would be forced to speak with me if for no other reason then that he didn't want to make a scene in front of his subordinates. I was right.
"Was there a particular reason you have been avoiding me Marcus?" I asked in a soft purr, deliberately crowding him against the nearest serving counter.
"I-I don't know what the bloody hell you're talking about Neroon." Marcus blustered unconvincingly. "I have been busy with more important things then stroking your ego."
"True." I responded easily enough. "I would hope you would consent to a more physical stroking as well."
"What?!?" Marcus exclaimed in shock, hastily looking around the mess to make sure we weren't overheard. Thankfully I kept my voice down to a husky whisper.
"I really have no inclination to play games. If this is the human idea of a courtship ritual, then I am sorry but we will now do this in the Minbari way."
"Of all the arrogant-"
Having done a bit of research on human sexuality over the free time I had the last few nights while Marcus was elsewhere, I had come across a description of a human custom called kissing. From what I read, most human seemed to enjoy this practice I decided it would get my point across quite nicely as Marcus continued to lecture me heatedly. He let out a squeak of surprise as I took his still moving mouth with my own, but soon quieted under my passionate, yet unskilled onslaught. Marcus didn't seem to mind my ministrations at all however, once he relaxed into my touch. I pulled away reluctantly when breathing became an issue only to startle badly when I felt a hearty slap on my back.
"'Tis about time you made your move." Londo cheered them on, with a bottle of Centauri Ale to ply him.
I ignored him with effort and concentrated on Marcus' still-stunned face as his eyes fluttered opened.
"Perhaps these human mating rituals have something to recommend them after all." I smirked playfully while moving back for a second kiss.
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 for your continued feedback over recent weeks. I am sorry for the lack of regular updates, but I have been trying to catch up on my classes, not to mention real life difficulties. Hopefully things will stay uneventful now and I can get beck into writing steadily. Please continue to review, your support keeps me updating. Thanks again.
Relocation Effort and A Bit of Flirting
Unfortunately, my grand scheme to seduce Marcus was put on hold for two reasons. The first being that everyone was occupied with relocating and healing the fleeing Centauri, as well as helping with the clean up effort on their home world.
A few days had passed eventfully, and the only time I wasn't busy was when I was asleep in the rooms that Marcus insisted were mine. Never mind that I tried to convince him that I wanted to be near him for my own fragile piece of mind. I still don't know why he found that so amusing, but either way he didn't take me seriously.
The second obstacle in my plan was Marcus himself. He worked himself ragged trying to organize his crew once we touched down on Centauri Prime in the middle of the still burning capital. When he wasn't ordering rescue crews about or shepherding the wounded to the medical facilities he was comforting Londo and Vir, as they recognized more and more of their brethren.
When Cartagia was found in the rubble of the underground tunnels of the royal palace it was disturbing to watch the Centauri's reactions, but al last Molari got a hold of himself and became a voice of hope and reason to his people. As more rescue workers from varying races arrived the frantic work slowed some, but Marcus still found time to completely avoid me.
From what I remembered of his memories he never used to deliberately avoid me, nor was he uncomfortable in my presence. In fact the opposite was often true, and he was downright stubborn about not heeding the boundaries of my personal space. So it was that I was growing equally restless and frustrated five days after the attack until I finally cornered the stubborn human in the mess surrounded by his crew. I figured that Marcus would be forced to speak with me if for no other reason then that he didn't want to make a scene in front of his subordinates. I was right.
"Was there a particular reason you have been avoiding me Marcus?" I asked in a soft purr, deliberately crowding him against the nearest serving counter.
"I-I don't know what the bloody hell you're talking about Neroon." Marcus blustered unconvincingly. "I have been busy with more important things then stroking your ego."
"True." I responded easily enough. "I would hope you would consent to a more physical stroking as well."
"What?!?" Marcus exclaimed in shock, hastily looking around the mess to make sure we weren't overheard. Thankfully I kept my voice down to a husky whisper.
"I really have no inclination to play games. If this is the human idea of a courtship ritual, then I am sorry but we will now do this in the Minbari way."
"Of all the arrogant-"
Having done a bit of research on human sexuality over the free time I had the last few nights while Marcus was elsewhere, I had come across a description of a human custom called kissing. From what I read, most human seemed to enjoy this practice I decided it would get my point across quite nicely as Marcus continued to lecture me heatedly. He let out a squeak of surprise as I took his still moving mouth with my own, but soon quieted under my passionate, yet unskilled onslaught. Marcus didn't seem to mind my ministrations at all however, once he relaxed into my touch. I pulled away reluctantly when breathing became an issue only to startle badly when I felt a hearty slap on my back.
"'Tis about time you made your move." Londo cheered them on, with a bottle of Centauri Ale to ply him.
I ignored him with effort and concentrated on Marcus' still-stunned face as his eyes fluttered opened.
"Perhaps these human mating rituals have something to recommend them after all." I smirked playfully while moving back for a second kiss.