In the Beginning 26/?
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.
Sparring or Courtship?
That night passed slowly as I tossed and turned. I was slightly nervous although I wouldn't admit it to anyone else. I knew perfectly well what Marcus was capable of, and I had the sneaking suspicion that he had been holding back slightly in Down Below. It was a good thing that I was as well since I did not need to use my considerable skills to beat him.
I have thought over the Denn'sha for the weeks since I entered Marcus' mind and watched our fight from his point of view, and he seemed more resigned than anything else. The Marcus that I was coming to know well was never resigned; even when I was holding his very life in my hands he met it with equanimity, so his reaction was a bit suspect. Either way the match today promised to be quite a battle, I just wonder if Marcus has considered my proposal at all. He did look pensive the last two days, but who knows what he was actually thinking of. Perhaps this morning I will be able to test the waters so to speak.
After I allocated the running of the ship to my subordinates and went through all the messages from various members of the council, I made my way to the training area, which was already nearly full of waiting crewmembers. It seemed the gossip on the Ingata spread quickly for many more warriors were present this morning then were yesterday.
Just as I stepped to Vatir's side Marcus entered the room. My Marcus is extremely dramatic when he so chooses. He strode through the gathered warriors without so much as a by your leave, ignoring the grumbles as he passed. His cloak flew about him, emphasizing his ornate Anla'shok uniform. He was wearing the breaches as well as the vest and long brown cloak. His hair was tied with a matching strip. It was a good thing I was wearing the customary Star Rider adornments, otherwise I would have felt underdressed.
"Shall we?" Marcus asked me, nodding toward the mats in the center of the room.
I did not answer verbally, merely moved toward Marcus and extended my pike, throwing my cloak over my right shoulder. Marcus followed suit and soon the clash of our pikes sounded throughout the hall as the others held their breath.
"Where's the courting, then?" Marcus asked suddenly as he blocked an overhead chop expertly.
"What?" I asked, thoroughly distracted as Marcus went on the offensive. I blocked a flurry of blows one after another.
"Well, you want to bloody mate, where's the romance?" Marcus asked matter-of-factly, gasping when I knocked his feet from under him. "I'm not easy you know."
"So you want romance?" I asked in disbelief. "What do you call this?"
"A big bloody fight, which neither of us are trying at." Marcus answered with a smirk.
"You are the one who wanted romance." I reminded him as I once again drew out our spar, ignoring our audience. I knocked his pike aside so that I was holding Marcus tight against me as he struggled. I kissed him without warning and soon he melted against me letting his arms go slack. My tongue caressed his and he snagged a large handful of my cloak tightly, pulling me harshly against him. Before I could respond to his blatant rubbing and purring against me, I felt a sharp pull at the back of his neck.
I was thrown roughly to the floor, just as Marcus flipped over and grabbed his discarded pike. He jumped up at the same time as I regained my feet. We circled each other slowly, I sneered at him while he looked unconcerned.
"If this is your definition of courtship, it needs a bit of work."
"We are warriors, Marcus." I told him softly. "If you wanted long drawn out rituals and presents you should look to the religious caste."
"I would settle for an honest fight where we both fought our hardest."
"No presents?" I asked suspiciously.
"No presents."
"No flowers?"
"I bloody hope not."
"Very well, Marcus." I told him graciously, as I attacked without warning. He barely held me off as he snapped his pike straight for my head. Had it connected I could have died. It seemed Marcus was no longer holding back. A joyous smile crossed my face, which seemed to make the gathered crew worried. Marcus however matched me smile for smile, as he blocked an uppercut to his jaw. "One thing further… I know you are not easy. Neither am I."
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.
Sparring or Courtship?
That night passed slowly as I tossed and turned. I was slightly nervous although I wouldn't admit it to anyone else. I knew perfectly well what Marcus was capable of, and I had the sneaking suspicion that he had been holding back slightly in Down Below. It was a good thing that I was as well since I did not need to use my considerable skills to beat him.
I have thought over the Denn'sha for the weeks since I entered Marcus' mind and watched our fight from his point of view, and he seemed more resigned than anything else. The Marcus that I was coming to know well was never resigned; even when I was holding his very life in my hands he met it with equanimity, so his reaction was a bit suspect. Either way the match today promised to be quite a battle, I just wonder if Marcus has considered my proposal at all. He did look pensive the last two days, but who knows what he was actually thinking of. Perhaps this morning I will be able to test the waters so to speak.
After I allocated the running of the ship to my subordinates and went through all the messages from various members of the council, I made my way to the training area, which was already nearly full of waiting crewmembers. It seemed the gossip on the Ingata spread quickly for many more warriors were present this morning then were yesterday.
Just as I stepped to Vatir's side Marcus entered the room. My Marcus is extremely dramatic when he so chooses. He strode through the gathered warriors without so much as a by your leave, ignoring the grumbles as he passed. His cloak flew about him, emphasizing his ornate Anla'shok uniform. He was wearing the breaches as well as the vest and long brown cloak. His hair was tied with a matching strip. It was a good thing I was wearing the customary Star Rider adornments, otherwise I would have felt underdressed.
"Shall we?" Marcus asked me, nodding toward the mats in the center of the room.
I did not answer verbally, merely moved toward Marcus and extended my pike, throwing my cloak over my right shoulder. Marcus followed suit and soon the clash of our pikes sounded throughout the hall as the others held their breath.
"Where's the courting, then?" Marcus asked suddenly as he blocked an overhead chop expertly.
"What?" I asked, thoroughly distracted as Marcus went on the offensive. I blocked a flurry of blows one after another.
"Well, you want to bloody mate, where's the romance?" Marcus asked matter-of-factly, gasping when I knocked his feet from under him. "I'm not easy you know."
"So you want romance?" I asked in disbelief. "What do you call this?"
"A big bloody fight, which neither of us are trying at." Marcus answered with a smirk.
"You are the one who wanted romance." I reminded him as I once again drew out our spar, ignoring our audience. I knocked his pike aside so that I was holding Marcus tight against me as he struggled. I kissed him without warning and soon he melted against me letting his arms go slack. My tongue caressed his and he snagged a large handful of my cloak tightly, pulling me harshly against him. Before I could respond to his blatant rubbing and purring against me, I felt a sharp pull at the back of his neck.
I was thrown roughly to the floor, just as Marcus flipped over and grabbed his discarded pike. He jumped up at the same time as I regained my feet. We circled each other slowly, I sneered at him while he looked unconcerned.
"If this is your definition of courtship, it needs a bit of work."
"We are warriors, Marcus." I told him softly. "If you wanted long drawn out rituals and presents you should look to the religious caste."
"I would settle for an honest fight where we both fought our hardest."
"No presents?" I asked suspiciously.
"No presents."
"No flowers?"
"I bloody hope not."
"Very well, Marcus." I told him graciously, as I attacked without warning. He barely held me off as he snapped his pike straight for my head. Had it connected I could have died. It seemed Marcus was no longer holding back. A joyous smile crossed my face, which seemed to make the gathered crew worried. Marcus however matched me smile for smile, as he blocked an uppercut to his jaw. "One thing further… I know you are not easy. Neither am I."