In the Beginning 21/?
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.
Packing and Flirting
We walked the rest of the way in easy silence, as Marcus grew relaxed being close to me. My arm was still around his back and he seemed comfortable with that. We entered his quarters a few moments later and I looked around in surprise.
"This is… sparse." I commented softly, watching as he moved about the room. "And white."
"Er…thanks." He responded/questioned. "It's home."
He seemed embarrassed by my regard, but determined to ignore me. I sat down on his bed as he walked by.
"Is it?" I asked disbelievingly.
The room was so bland that I was surprised that anyone lived in them, let alone the fiery Ranger in front of me. If I had to picture Marcus anywhere I would assume he would live in a room similar to mine; a certain simplicity, while still masculine and with a bit of color. Marcus always struck me as a stubborn human with a dark sense of humor. These quarters could have easily belonged to any random member of the religious caste, not a Human Ranger with an English accent, who was by far the most stubborn Warrior I had ever met.
"I know it's not much, but it was the only thing available. It serves my purposes well enough though." Marcus assured me as he pulled out a large black bag, leaving it opened on his bed beside me.
"You should be valued better then this." I asserted strongly, reaching out for his hand on his next pass, pulling him down beside me.
"I am valued." He told me angrily.
"So valued that you save the Entil'zha's life and they-"
"You'd know about that wouldn't you?" He interrupted.
"And they still keep you in a room that barely has any furniture, is exceedingly small, and has absolutely nothing to recommend it except that it's sole occupant is you." I told him as I spoke over his protests. I smiled gently as he ducked his head blushing. Marcus looked around his little room with seemingly new eyes, seeing what I was and failed to disagree a second time. "I would expect Delenn to live here not you. It is a good thing that you are leaving here in three hours. I am sure you will be more comfortable aboard the Ingata. Let me help you pack."
"I can do it myself, Neroon."
"I will help you." I answered stubbornly, walking to his closet. Half his closet was full of various Anla'shok uniforms, as well as black and tan cloaks. I pulled a couple outfits and then began going through his drawers as he walked into the bathroom to get his personal supplies. His eyes widened comically when he saw me fingering his black silk boxers.
"What are you doing?" Marcus practically squealed in embarrassment.
"I figured I would help you get a head start by putting your clothes in the bag." I rubbed the silk against my cheek innocently, my eyes twinkling as he grabbed them from my hands.
"Give me those."
Marcus stuffed them in the bottom of his bag quickly, glaring at me as he did so.
"I would not mind seeing you wearing them in future." I told him matter-of-factly ignoring Marcus as I went back to folding his shirts.
"Ahem." Marcus cleared his throat angrily, which I ignored. When I continued to ignore him even as he stood directly behind me. "Turn the bloody hell around, and look at me!"
I turned fast and caught him by surprise so that he had no chance to step away. We stood chest to chest as I pulled him against me. He spluttered angrily before finally finding his voice.
"I have already told you not to-"
"Doctor Franklin has given me medication in order to fasten my memory gain. He is confident that I will regain most of my memories over the next few weeks, and recover fully in a few months time. If you wish to wait to discuss this until then, I will accept that, but you now have no excuses left."
Not wanting to get another lecture, nor an outright dismissal, I did the only thing guaranteed to keep him quiet. I kissed him.
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.
Packing and Flirting
We walked the rest of the way in easy silence, as Marcus grew relaxed being close to me. My arm was still around his back and he seemed comfortable with that. We entered his quarters a few moments later and I looked around in surprise.
"This is… sparse." I commented softly, watching as he moved about the room. "And white."
"Er…thanks." He responded/questioned. "It's home."
He seemed embarrassed by my regard, but determined to ignore me. I sat down on his bed as he walked by.
"Is it?" I asked disbelievingly.
The room was so bland that I was surprised that anyone lived in them, let alone the fiery Ranger in front of me. If I had to picture Marcus anywhere I would assume he would live in a room similar to mine; a certain simplicity, while still masculine and with a bit of color. Marcus always struck me as a stubborn human with a dark sense of humor. These quarters could have easily belonged to any random member of the religious caste, not a Human Ranger with an English accent, who was by far the most stubborn Warrior I had ever met.
"I know it's not much, but it was the only thing available. It serves my purposes well enough though." Marcus assured me as he pulled out a large black bag, leaving it opened on his bed beside me.
"You should be valued better then this." I asserted strongly, reaching out for his hand on his next pass, pulling him down beside me.
"I am valued." He told me angrily.
"So valued that you save the Entil'zha's life and they-"
"You'd know about that wouldn't you?" He interrupted.
"And they still keep you in a room that barely has any furniture, is exceedingly small, and has absolutely nothing to recommend it except that it's sole occupant is you." I told him as I spoke over his protests. I smiled gently as he ducked his head blushing. Marcus looked around his little room with seemingly new eyes, seeing what I was and failed to disagree a second time. "I would expect Delenn to live here not you. It is a good thing that you are leaving here in three hours. I am sure you will be more comfortable aboard the Ingata. Let me help you pack."
"I can do it myself, Neroon."
"I will help you." I answered stubbornly, walking to his closet. Half his closet was full of various Anla'shok uniforms, as well as black and tan cloaks. I pulled a couple outfits and then began going through his drawers as he walked into the bathroom to get his personal supplies. His eyes widened comically when he saw me fingering his black silk boxers.
"What are you doing?" Marcus practically squealed in embarrassment.
"I figured I would help you get a head start by putting your clothes in the bag." I rubbed the silk against my cheek innocently, my eyes twinkling as he grabbed them from my hands.
"Give me those."
Marcus stuffed them in the bottom of his bag quickly, glaring at me as he did so.
"I would not mind seeing you wearing them in future." I told him matter-of-factly ignoring Marcus as I went back to folding his shirts.
"Ahem." Marcus cleared his throat angrily, which I ignored. When I continued to ignore him even as he stood directly behind me. "Turn the bloody hell around, and look at me!"
I turned fast and caught him by surprise so that he had no chance to step away. We stood chest to chest as I pulled him against me. He spluttered angrily before finally finding his voice.
"I have already told you not to-"
"Doctor Franklin has given me medication in order to fasten my memory gain. He is confident that I will regain most of my memories over the next few weeks, and recover fully in a few months time. If you wish to wait to discuss this until then, I will accept that, but you now have no excuses left."
Not wanting to get another lecture, nor an outright dismissal, I did the only thing guaranteed to keep him quiet. I kissed him.