A/N: The usual disclaimer: I own nothing of Blake's Seven. I just enjoy messing with their lives. The characters belong to Terry Nation and BBC. Darkover belongs to Marion Zimmer Bradley.

WARNING: Adult content! You have been warned!

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In silence, they undressed and climbed into bed. Avon held Vila close and began to stroke the man's shoulder, then touched the chain around his neck. "You have to know that these last two days have meant more to me than any I can remember." He captured Vila's mouth with his in a light kiss, just a touching of the lips, then repeated the touch, still lightly but over and over, each time lingering a little longer. Vila moved his hands up his lover's back, his still talented fingers working a spell of their own.

"That feels so good," Avon murmured, moving against him gently. He nuzzled into Vila's shoulder. "No one has any right to be as happy as I am at this moment."

Vila's tongue raked Avon's earlobe, then the inside of his ear. He smiled as the other man moaned in response.

They moved against each other slowly, gently, each wanting this to last as long as possible. Vila felt his lover's arousal growing and moved away. "Not yet, love," he whispered. "We have all night."

"We have the rest of our lives," Avon reminded him.

"Yes…" Vila's lips traveled downward over Avon's chest, to his belly, where he thoroughly kissed and explored the entire area, carefully avoiding the throbbing erection waiting for him.

"Please…"

"No, Avon, I intend to take as long as possible." He moved to the side, tasting the crevice where leg met body, discovering a new zone of ecstasy, running his tongue back and forth in a lazy line. He felt Avon's hand on his head, pushing him toward the center.

"Not just yet," he admonished.

"You'll pay for this, Vila." The throaty growl from Avon only served to arouse him further.

"I plan on it." Vila moved across now to the other side and repeated his tasting, smiling as he heard what sounded almost like a sob from Avon. The former thief had always had a talent for seduction and tonight he found himself calling up every skill he possessed and inventing a few new ones on the spot.

Avon found himself nearly crying in his need. In all his years as Vila's lover, he couldn't ever remember a night as intense as this one. When he could manage a coherent thought he wondered how long he could allow himself to be taken this way. Right now, he didn't really care. He was brought back to stark reality as Vila's mouth covered him. He twisted Vila's hair in his fingers, "Yes…" he murmured.

But Vila had only just begun and refused to move as he knew Avon wanted. Instead, he lightly kissed the shaft, his tongue touching then moving away.

Reluctantly, Vila left his prize and began to nip at the soft flesh of Avon's inner thighs.

"My gods, Vila!" Avon cried out at this newest onslaught. "What are you trying to do to me!"

"Just loving you…the way you should…be loved…" Vila answered between quick bites.

When Avon thought he could stand no more, and said so, Vila moved away to pull his lover close, his hand stroking over the bite marks, soothing. He rolled over and reached for the jar at the bedside, sitting up, pulling Avon to a sitting position beside him.

Over the years, the two men had developed an erotic ritual between them, one that varied little. Non-verbal cues always signaled that one or both of them desired the joining of bodies, always with Avon achieving the penetration of his lover in the final act of love. The position mattered little, only the ultimate mutual satisfaction.

Vila knew it was time now to culminate this wondrous night of love. As always, he opened the container, thinking to prepare Avon, knowing how excited the other man always became as his shaft was slowly covered with the lubricant. It took all of Vila's skill not to bring Avon to climax during the sensuous prologue.

He was about to dip his fingers into the fragrant substance when Avon reached out and stayed him. With a not-quite smile, he took the jar from Vila's hands, noting the look of surprise turning soon to expectation. He twirled a finger into the cream and held it up, beckoning, "Come here, Vila." The certainty in his voice surprised both of them. Tentatively, Avon touched his coated finger to Vila's upright shaft, spreading it over the throbbing head and down. He scooped out more of the lubricant and added it to the area he'd already covered, watching his lover's face, Vila's mouth open in desire, his breathing coming in sharp gasps.

"Avon, what…"

Avon hushed him. "Not now, Vila." Touching Vila's lips lightly with his free hand, he said, "It's your turn tonight."

"Are you…sure about this, Avon?"

"Positive." He stroked Vila's erection, completely coating it now in the pearlescent mixture. "But I want to make sure we're both ready before we go all the way with it."

"Of…of course," Vila could barely speak as his lover's hands moved over him, stealing all his sensibilities. He tried to say more, but his voice failed him totally as he sank back against the pillows, helpless as a feather in a ghost wind.

Avon left off his ministrations, moving up to lie beside the other man, whispering softly in his ear, "I think we've waited long enough. If I can't trust you now, I'll never be able to." With those words, he rolled over, his back to Vila.

Vila ran his hand down Avon's side from his chest, over his hip, then reached over, grasping the man's pulsing member and stroking hard and fast.

Avon moved with the rhythm of Vila's strokes, rocking back and forth, acutely aware of the straining flesh seeking entry. "I don't think I can wait much longer, Vila," he moaned, his movements gaining speed.

"Oh no, Avon, not yet…" Vila pulled his hand away, rolling Avon onto his stomach. "You need more." He reached for the jar. "Spread your legs, Avon…and relax."

Avon drew a deep, shuddering sigh, attempting to comply. "That's not as easy as it sounds."

"I know, but I don't want to hurt you."

"You won't."

"I could, if we rush things." Vila touched the opening, not penetrating, just gently rubbing the cream on the outside. At the moment he felt Avon's tenseness lessen, he slipped one finger inside, hesitantly.

Avon gasped and held his breath.

"Hurts?" Vila asked.

Avon just nodded.

"Breathe then, Avon, take deep breaths, it'll be better if you do."

The other man obeyed, at first exhaling, then doing as Vila had directed, his intake of air moving in time to Vila's probing.

"See," he whispered. "Easier now, isn't it?"

"Yes…"

A second finger joined the first. This time Avon sought the invasion, welcoming and savoring it. "That's…so…good…" he struggled to speak against the tide of pure lust moving against Vila's hand. "Vila, please, I can't wait much longer."

"I know, love," Vila whispered. "Now turn over and look at me, only me."

Avon rolled onto his back with a gasp, realizing that Vila's fingers were still inside his body.

"See my face, know it's me and no one else that's making love to you. Whatever happened in your past to frighten you off this, it's done. Let me make it so good for you that you can forget." Vila withdrew his fingers and pushed Avon's knees up and out, positioning himself for entry. He reached up, linking with Avon's hands for balance, and thrust slightly, his face close to Avon's. Then he leaned down and brushed his lover's lips with his mouth, entering the body beneath him gradually.

"Tell me if I hurt you," he breathed.

Avon said nothing but rolled his head from side to side, moaning.

"Is it good?"

He stopped moaning and nodded slightly, lips parted. "All the way in, Vila, now!"

Vila smiled down at him, entering him completely at that moment, then stopping. "Is this what you want, Avon?"

"Gods, yes! Oh, Vila…" Avon's body thrust upward, communicating his desire for the act's completion.

Vila still held onto Avon's fingers as he rocked gently in and out of the man's body, so close that Avon's erection was trapped between them, the friction bringing him perilously close to orgasm.

Avon wrapped his legs around Vila's back, pulling him even closer, moving as one with the man who was now making love so completely to him.

Vila felt himself reaching his own peak and knew it would be sooner than he wanted. It was building inside him now, sending him headlong to the climax. He concentrated on bringing Avon to the summit at the same time, his movements quicker and sharper.

It hit them simultaneously, time ceasing to exist as Vila's life fluid poured into his lover's body, bathing tender tissues. Vila felt the warm stickiness between them as Avon also came in an uncontrolled explosion.

Vila continued to move, slowing gradually, then finally stopping altogether. He collapsed onto Avon who was very nearly unconscious now.

"Vila…" a hoarse whisper in his ear.

"Mmmmmm…"

"Thank you."

"You're welcome, Avon, so very welcome." Vila could barely speak but managed the response, then rolled to his side, keeping Avon joined to him.

"It was worth the wait," Avon said quietly, touching his mouth to Vila's, watching the man's face as his eyes closed in sleep. Avon smiled, stroking Vila's cheek tenderly. "You are my lifeline, Vila." With those soft words spoken, Avon drifted into slumber as well, still holding Vila close.