In the Beginning 27/?
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.
The Interruption
From then on, we ignored the gathered crew and fought single-mindedly. I had not had so much fun in years truth be told. Of course I would have enjoyed a nice shared bath a bit more, but I was content with my progress thus far.
The bath was only a matter of time as far as I was concerned. I could barely wait until I regained my full memories and the war with the Shadows was over. I seemed to be on the right track with Marcus, and if I only had a little time alone with him, I was sure I could speed things along.
A challenging fight always gets my blood roaring, and in this case I could barely keep my hands to myself as I watched Marcus. His face was flushed and he was breathing heavily with exertion. His chest rose and fell mightily and sweat liberally coated his chest. I felt my breath quicken as I became increasingly harder the longer I watched his compact movements. It got to the point that I was moving a bit awkwardly.
We fought long and hard, as our crew watched in shock. The fighting more like an erotic mating dance, which it was, than any type of sparring. We twisted against each other and moved in tangent only to attack abruptly.
I watched the bunching of his muscles work as he blocked a backhand sweep, overstepping slightly. I took advantage of his misstep however, and took him down ruthlessly, throwing my full weight on top of him. The breath flew from his lungs on impact with the mats and he lay dazed beneath me.
I placed a restraining arm against my beloved's throat, watching through heavy lidded eyes as he finally focused on me. Marcus swallowed harshly, his Adam's apple rubbing against my wrist in a pleasurable manner.
He tried to buck me off of him impatiently, but I merely tightened my hold on his throat and sat more heavily on him. I was now leaning heavily on Marcus from throat to ankles, my body heating the longer he struggled beneath me.
It was only after he became aware of my growing excitement as he continued to brush against me that he froze. He tried to move away but with my body trapping him to the floor there was nowhere for him to go. With every gasping breath he took our sweat-slicked skin brushed and he moved slightly closer to me, until we were tightly twined together, staring at each other lustfully. It was only after Vatir cleared his throat discreetly that I became aware of my surroundings once again.
"Yield." I ordered, as I lessened my hold on Marcus' neck slightly.
I wasn't only speaking of our match. I could see as his gaze softened that he was aware of this as well. He opened his mouth to answer me, licking his dry lips as he did so, causing my to moan softly as I watched enraptured. Before he could answer me however, the claxon sounded and an emergency warning filled the room.
We both got to our feet at once as Vatir and Brasken both handed us our discarded uniforms and weapons. We exited the training room at a dead run and entered the bridge not three minutes later. We both stopped in shock as we saw what was on the view screen. I had never seen any of the Old Ones but on Minbar there are many tales of the Builders. These ships were organic and constantly moving. They were responsibly for the building of our Capital, or so the story told by Valen himself insisted. In the Hall of Records pictures of the Builders are kept preserved, and it was only since I saw these drawings that I recognized these ships for what they were.
"Builders." Vatir spoke reverently, obviously aware of the legend as well.
Marcus raised an eyebrow in question, unfamiliar with the term.
"It seems that we don't have to go looking for the Old Ones, Marcus. They are coming to us."
We all watched in silent awe as ship after ship arrived. Many types, not all Builders, arrived. Although all were magnificent, my gaze stayed on the fluctuating ships in front of me.
"Makes you feel a bit insignificant doesn't it?" Marcus whispered in awe. I could only nod in agreement, my gaze frozen on the sight before me.
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.
The Interruption
From then on, we ignored the gathered crew and fought single-mindedly. I had not had so much fun in years truth be told. Of course I would have enjoyed a nice shared bath a bit more, but I was content with my progress thus far.
The bath was only a matter of time as far as I was concerned. I could barely wait until I regained my full memories and the war with the Shadows was over. I seemed to be on the right track with Marcus, and if I only had a little time alone with him, I was sure I could speed things along.
A challenging fight always gets my blood roaring, and in this case I could barely keep my hands to myself as I watched Marcus. His face was flushed and he was breathing heavily with exertion. His chest rose and fell mightily and sweat liberally coated his chest. I felt my breath quicken as I became increasingly harder the longer I watched his compact movements. It got to the point that I was moving a bit awkwardly.
We fought long and hard, as our crew watched in shock. The fighting more like an erotic mating dance, which it was, than any type of sparring. We twisted against each other and moved in tangent only to attack abruptly.
I watched the bunching of his muscles work as he blocked a backhand sweep, overstepping slightly. I took advantage of his misstep however, and took him down ruthlessly, throwing my full weight on top of him. The breath flew from his lungs on impact with the mats and he lay dazed beneath me.
I placed a restraining arm against my beloved's throat, watching through heavy lidded eyes as he finally focused on me. Marcus swallowed harshly, his Adam's apple rubbing against my wrist in a pleasurable manner.
He tried to buck me off of him impatiently, but I merely tightened my hold on his throat and sat more heavily on him. I was now leaning heavily on Marcus from throat to ankles, my body heating the longer he struggled beneath me.
It was only after he became aware of my growing excitement as he continued to brush against me that he froze. He tried to move away but with my body trapping him to the floor there was nowhere for him to go. With every gasping breath he took our sweat-slicked skin brushed and he moved slightly closer to me, until we were tightly twined together, staring at each other lustfully. It was only after Vatir cleared his throat discreetly that I became aware of my surroundings once again.
"Yield." I ordered, as I lessened my hold on Marcus' neck slightly.
I wasn't only speaking of our match. I could see as his gaze softened that he was aware of this as well. He opened his mouth to answer me, licking his dry lips as he did so, causing my to moan softly as I watched enraptured. Before he could answer me however, the claxon sounded and an emergency warning filled the room.
We both got to our feet at once as Vatir and Brasken both handed us our discarded uniforms and weapons. We exited the training room at a dead run and entered the bridge not three minutes later. We both stopped in shock as we saw what was on the view screen. I had never seen any of the Old Ones but on Minbar there are many tales of the Builders. These ships were organic and constantly moving. They were responsibly for the building of our Capital, or so the story told by Valen himself insisted. In the Hall of Records pictures of the Builders are kept preserved, and it was only since I saw these drawings that I recognized these ships for what they were.
"Builders." Vatir spoke reverently, obviously aware of the legend as well.
Marcus raised an eyebrow in question, unfamiliar with the term.
"It seems that we don't have to go looking for the Old Ones, Marcus. They are coming to us."
We all watched in silent awe as ship after ship arrived. Many types, not all Builders, arrived. Although all were magnificent, my gaze stayed on the fluctuating ships in front of me.
"Makes you feel a bit insignificant doesn't it?" Marcus whispered in awe. I could only nod in agreement, my gaze frozen on the sight before me.