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Pairing: Lee Adama (Apollo) + Tom Zarek, also slash! (Mein erstes!!!)
Inhalt: Battlestar Galactica-fanfiction, basierend auf
der Folge "Meuterei auf der Astral Queen" oder "Bastille Day" (Episode
1.3.) Lee Adama lässt sich auf ein gefährliches Spiel ein ...
mit Tom Zarek. Doch aus dem Spiel wird mehr als er erwartet hätte.
Disclaimer: Die Figuren gehören nicht mir, die
Galactica gehört nicht mir ...leider. Und natürlich mache ich
keinen Profit mit dieser Geschichte.
||The weapon was
aimed at his head, making clear who was predominant.
“You know nothing.” Tom Zarek whispered, a hint of anger in his voice. “You don’t know the real meaning of democracy and freedom, cause you don’t really know what it’s like not to be free, how you suffer to be robbed of every right you believed to have, how it feels to do exactly what someone else wants you to do without questioning him.”
“I’m a military man. I know how to obey orders.” Lee tried to sound calm not wanting to provoke the man. What did he know about him? Nothing. He was just a terrorist. Some may call him a revolution, but feeling the mouth of the gun against his temple, Lee now thought more of him as a criminal than a hero.
“That’s not the same thing, and even in military your type questions orders. And if I judge you right you didn’t always do what ordered to. Am I correct?”
Lee didn’t answer that. Not wanting to lie but also not willing to admit that he was judge right.
A satisfied smile flicked across the face of the man in power.
“I take that as a yes.”
Zarek bent down to his captive sitting on a stair to his feet bringing his lips near Lee’s ear.
“You wouldn’t survive a single day here in prison.” A hint of challenge was clearly to hear in his voice.
ignored a feeling that tried to advised him against a danger. Instead
he started to get angry. He was military educated for any possible situation
and has survived many dangers and he was absolutely sure this prison
was no real threat. Lifting his face in sullen pride he looked directly
into the eyes of his opposite number.
cognition dawning what this was all about. His eyes swiftly wandered
over Zarek’s body detecting a hint of a bulge under this overall. Now
he was able to interpret the look in the eyes watching him so closely:
lust. This man wanted to rape him! A panic crept up Lee’s neck and his
first reflex was to advance backwards.
Zarek's look suddenly grew serious.
Tom Zarek waited for an answer silently praying to the
gods of Cobol this man would accept. The longer he was in company with
this so called Apollo the more his interest in him had increased.
Lee was afraid and confused. He had thought about what
this man was up to, but never in his wildest dreams had he thought
about ... yes, he should name it: sex. But even more confusing was the
fact what the choice was with him now. Zarek could force him. He had
the weapon. But he wanted his acceptation, his permission. His
permission to humiliate him?
“So, you are willing to past this test.”
Seeing what Zarek now had in his hand the panic in Lee increased again. He never had liked the idea of being at somebody’s mercy and he surely didn’t like it in this bizarre situation. Nevertheless his stubbornness caused him not to run away.
“No retreat now, soldier.” Tom commanded, not wanting to
chase his captive away before he had him secure and right where he want
him to be, handcuffed to this bed.
Lee felt his knees going weak as this insane scenario
continued, whether from fear or from growing anticipation, he could not
tell, but he did as requested. Zarek threw the bracelets into Lee’s lap
not wanting to take the risk to come into reach of his captive arms in
case he dared a last attempt to escape.
|3||Tom let out a
relieved sigh. This had been easier than he had feared. Maybe this
Apollo wasn’t that averse to their game as he had suggested. Oh, he was
so impatient to find out more about his pretty hostage. He laid down
the weapon on the table, still nearly in reach of his arm – you never
know. Then he went to the end of the room.
Lee could not see him there any longer. He could just hear him shuffle around. The sound of another drawer. His steps back. Zarek had placed something next to the pillow but he couldn’t spot what it was. His level of uncertainty mounted with every passing second.
“Now we will detect how strong you really are, my pretty
And it worked perfectly. Without being touched Lee started to tremble. His nerves were already stretched to a dangerous level and his eyes didn’t miss a single of Tom’s tempting movements. Of course he had watched other men taking of their clothes and he had never in his hole life thought about anything sexual being close to another naked man. He was straight. At least that was what he had thought so fare. But this here, this was so, so ...stimulating. He watched closely as muscles moved under bronce skin assuming a strength that had been covered until now. Where a woman’s corpus was soft and tender, this male body before him radiated a potency that was overwhelming. Lee was shocked by these new emotions and at the same time anxiously waiting for the first touch.
Tom kicked of his shoes and inched toward the bed. In one swift sweep he straddled Lee’s long legs holding the hole body down, practically pinning the young man to the mattress, immobilising him. He was his now.
“Let me guess: You’ve never been together with another man!” It wasn’t really a conjecture. Tom could see it clearly in the face of the man lying under him so helplessly.
Lee licked his suddenly dry lips, not aware of how
alluring this acted on Tom.
Tom slowly bent down supporting his torso with his arms at each side of the broad chest before him, and his captive was horrified and thrilled at the same time to feel their lips get in contact. The first touch was so soft, even tentative. Lee could feel the damp breath against his closed lips. Another touch, this time a bit more forcefully. Warm lips were pressed against his and suddenly a wet tongue flipped out stroking along his lips desiring admission. Lee’s mouth opened of its own volition welcoming the intrusion. And Tom’s tongue darted out, penetrated him, claimed every inch and corner of this welcoming hollow, demanding subjection. Wild, fierce and without reservation.
Lee never had been kissed like this before. The force was overwhelming. He was given up to this man much more willingly than he had thought. Oh, gods, he was insane. He was just allowing a criminal male to kiss him, to seduce him and -what was sure to come- to fuck him. The thought went straight to his abdomen and he felt himself growing hard. He surely must have been totally crazy. And yet it felt so good. A moan escaped his throat and he closed his eyes savouring this strange new sensation.
The feeling of losing something of great value gripped him as Tom finally let off his mouth, both men panting for air, but then Lee hold his breath as this hot, wet mouth started to wander over his chin, his gorge and his collarbone, kissing, licking and biting its way to one of his nipples and paying attention to it until the dark disk was softly aching and his nipple was sticking out begging for more. Tom gave the other teat the same ministration before wandering lower. Each part of the young man’s torso was considered with tender kisses alternating with sharp bites, the antipode making Lee shiver all over. He moaned and sighed shamelessly. Till now he was so aroused that he thought he would soon burst although Tom hadn’t touched his member yet. What more was to come?
Tom was savouring this more and more. These lips felt so
soft, this body was more than perfect, his skin tasted so wonderful,
the muscles underneath radiating with their now sleeping power. The
young man reacted to the smallest of his cares. It was as if playing on
an instrument generating the most beautiful sounds nature was able to
create: The sounds of pleasure.
The sudden pressure to his member caused Lee to cry out in delight and to lift his hips to get more in contact with something, anything, just any touch.
That was a mistake. Tom shot up, pressed his fists painfully against Lee’s hipbones, forced him down and hissed: “I said don’t move! Didn’t you listen? Be a good boy and do what I say.”
Lee’s eyes flew open, the pain shortly reminded him that he was a captive and not in the arms of a tender female lover. But that didn’t lessen his desire. Far from it! It forced up his longing even more if possible. He looked straight into Tom’s eyes and saw the fire there. He just whimpered helplessly and nodded.
A satisfied smile spread in Tom’s face. Now he could continue. Having his hands at these interfering trousers he decided to get rid off the remaining cloth. His hands slowly left Lee’s hips. Letting them wander to the centre he induced a soft pressure against the judge bulge causing Lee to cry out in pleasure again. But this time the young man found the strength to lay still.
“Yes, Lee. That’s it. Enjoy, but don’t act if not instructed. You won’t regret it.”
Lee started to shiver all over as Tom opened the button and the zipper. His cock sprang free, fully aroused and hot, begging for attention. But first Tom stood up, pulled of Lee’s trousers completely before he disrobed himself, threw his overall disregardfuly onto the floor and relished the sight before him.
There he lay, his victim for this hour, fully naked, aroused, sweating, panting. Although, Tom could see that Lee still felt embarrassed under his appreciating glance. Despite the pleasure he had felt so fare betrayed not only by his aroused member but by those sweet sounds of delight. Which ment he hadn’t surrender completely, not yet. Tom planned to change that.
“Spread your legs.”
Reluctantly Lee obeyed. He was in totally inner confusion.
A part of him protested loudly. His pride was shouting into his ear not
to do what this criminal instructed. His sanity told him that there was
no joy at all laying here on an uncomfortable bed, handcuffed, naked
and forces to have sex with a male. But the biggest part of him was
screaming for a kiss, a touch, for release, yes, even was begging to
have this man’s cock inside, to get to know what it feels like to be
taken by this large, proud member waiting between Zarek’s tights.
Tom returned slowly to knee between Lee’s outstretched powerful legs, enjoying for a moment the sight of Lee’s heavy cock and balls embedded in dark brown curled hair presented in front of his hungry eyes, than he bent in slow motion.
For a blink of an eye the soldier in Lee piped up. His legs were free now. He could kick of his enemy, possibly knocking him out. And than? He would still be chained to this bed.
The thought of resistance flew his mind immediately as
Tom’s mouth enclosed his cock in one swift movement. It took all his
self-control not to trust upwards into the welcoming heat. Tom’s lips
and tongue worked their magic bringing him near the edge of completion,
holding him there, letting him calm down a bit and bringing him up
again. This was maddening. Tom seemed to know exactly his point of no
return, denying him his release, but bringing him close enough to
increase his pleasure to a never known level. Lee was shivering
uncontrollable, sweat run down his body. He yanked his chains,
helplessly panting and moaning.
Lee stiffened immediately, his fear hit him with might and main.
“No!” Tom let go of Lee’s cock, grabbing his captive’s
chin and forcing him to look into his eyes. He could see pure horror
Tom was gasping, the sounds coming now from the young man nearly pushed him over the edge. Carefully he added a second finger, then a third, stretching the virgin entrance of this beautiful winding body. He feared he couldn’t hold back much longer, but he had to break down the last, the strongest barrier. He slowly pulled out his fingers and positioned his pulsing member in front of the hot channel he so desperately wanted to enter, carefully increasing the pressure.
As he had expected the horror came back into those eyes
now that his fingers no longer were petting the secret spot. The
mixture of fear and longing for completion was nearly to much for Lee’s
overstressed nerves. Tom supported his body on one arm, his other hand
grabbed Lee’s hot cock again and stroked him carefully and steady, he
bent down to kiss those sweet lips again with all the passion he had,
feeling more than sympathy for this handsome man, so much more than he
Lee Adama looked up into those eyes surprised to see a glint of a tear there. This was the moment he surrendered at last. His fear disappeared. He was no longer ashamed of being inferior. No, he was willing to give himself away completely, to taste the love of a man. Inviting he tucked up his legs to give Tom a better entrance.
Tom could have screamed with joy. But despite his stage of arousal he tried his best to take it slow. He pushed nearly tenderly to get past the ring of muscles to give Lee time to adapt his size. The young man tensed just shortly still feeling some pain but allowed Tom’s hand and mouth to distract him from malaise. Bit by bit Tom’s cock entered him, filling him, and soon the pain was replaced by a growing pleasure. With caution Tom pulled out just to push back again, each time intruding deeper.
Lee was panting. This was amazing. It felt so good, so
right. He didn’t know any longer why he had feared this. The joy was
increasing to a level he hardly could endure. Then Tom let go his mouth
and cock, straightened up, gripped his tights, lifting him up a bit and
suddenly hit those spot again, those spot Lee never knew to exist.
Lee’s cries of joy filled the room accompanied by the gasps of Tom.
Each trust was coming harder and faster now, rocking his hole body,
each time Tom’s hot cock stimulated this spot more and more.
Exhausted Tom sank down, both still short of breath. It took several minutes before their heartbeat was back to a normal rate.
Reluctantly Tom lifted up reached again next to the pillow to get the key for the bracelets he had placed there together with the healing oil from the first-aid kit. He reached for the head bar and unlocked the handcuffs.
Lee’s sense told him he should use the opportunity to
overpower his taker but he couldn’t. His body was still swinging with
joy, the new emotions to fresh to spoil them now with aggression. So he
did something he had never imagined to do: he took the man, who had
forced him into this, who had taken hostages, who had used violence in
so many cases, into his arms, cradled him and felt blissful as Tom
returned the embrace.
|4||Lee felt like
being in a wonderful dream but reality came fare too soon. A noise
somewhere outside disturbed their pease. Tom looked up into those young
brown eyes knowing it would soon be over, everything, this
hostage-taking, this revolution and his live. A sadness clunched his
soul but he had to finish this.
Faster than the young soldier had expected Tom jumped up
out of his arm, grasped the weapon still lying there in his nearly
reach on the table and aimed at his captive.
Lee! Tom swallowed. This should have been a game. An entertainment for him and a lesson for this young man. It happened to be so much more. He had discovered that it was more than sympathy he was feeling for this young, proud man, who had just demontrated his strength and his passion. An admirable combination. Unfortunately Tom’s destiny wouldn’t allow him to experience more of it. His old friend despair grabbed him again. He was so sick of it.
But Lee wasn´t finished. His anger at Tom, at this
hole situation was so great he wanted to shout it out loud. They had
just arrived at the conning bridge when Lee turned around looking Tom
right into his eyes.
The guard who had released the prisoners came running in
Shit! Lee discovered Cally in a locked cell together with
who seemed to be this Mason. That bastard clearly had tried to rape the
young woman! Gods! He should have been there, Lee thought, he should
have tried to avoid this instead of letting Tom fuck him. Shame and
anger took possession of the soldier.
No help from him! Lee acted as quick as a flash: Tom
didn’t have his weapon with him, but the guard behind him was armed. A
fast attack and Lee was in possession of the gun. One precise shot was
enough to kill Mason. He swirled around, forced Tom to knee down and
aimed at his head.
“What now, Tom. Do you still have a death wish? You’re
ready to leave this world? Right here? Right now?”
Lee felt broken-hearted. The man in front of him, the man who started to mean more for him than any other human being ever before, this man wanted to die because he could see no way out of this. He couldn’t see a future. The young man’s mind was working. There had to be a solution! There had to be a way out of this, without victims, without killing, …without loosing this man.
Yes! There was an answer, but it depended on Tom as well.
Lee tried to calm his trembling fingers not wanting
anybody to know how agitated he was. He knew it was his duty to shoot
Tom, if he resisted. But he wasn’t sure if he was able to do it. So he
waited impatiently, silently praying.
The silent conversation was unnoticed by anyone around.
Tom thought about the options. If Lee betrayed him, he was more lost
than he had been before, but if he was telling the truth, his solution
was better than any of his plans had been.
Tom clearly saw the pleas in Lee’s eyes. What did that
mean? He wasn’t sure he could trust his father or the president, but
seeing into those brown eyes he detected he trusted Lee. This man would
do what he could to keep his promise.
Then Lee looked up. And with pure horror he saw the red
laser point aimed at Tom’s head. They were here already. His father’s
soldiers! Gods! No!
It was over! They have won. And the hostiges were alive.
Lee gave in to his fatigue for a moment and closed his eyes. When he
opened them again he saw Tom crying! His master for one hour was crying
with relief! At last he was willing to live!
Lee and Tom were the last standing at the lock. They faced
each other wordlessly. The young man was reluctant to leave. He felt he
had to say something, to do something. He wasn’t sure what.
And he wasn’t rejected. It was as if Tom was melting
against him. They wrapped their arms around each other, holding tide as
if they were the only thing in the universe that could safe them from
Kara was standing there, clearing her throat. Lee blushed
deeply and let go of Tom who shortly smirked but then went solemn
immediately. Both men were panting, but they didn’t say anything.
A last sad smile and Lee turned around heading for the
lock. With the sound of it closing behind him Tom aloud his tears to
fall. But he had to clinch to the hope that this was not an everlasting
|5||Lee sat in the
last corner of the transporter next to Kara who let another pilot fly
the ship back to the Galactica, a sure sign that she was up to
‘Please, don’t let her make nasty remarks.’
That was all Lee could think. He could still feel Tom’s lips touching his, could still taste him, could still remind his cock pressing hard agaist his member. He had to stop this or he certainly was going mad.
“Lee?” Now she would surely start her teasing!
“Lee, are you alright?”
Lee stared at his comrade in astonishment. There was no smirk on her face. No sneer that she had him in her grip with what she had witnessed. Only compassion.
“Yes, I’m ok.” It was a lie and she saw through it immediately.
“Hey, Cowboy, it’s me, your Starbuck. Don’t try to lie. It doesn’t work. I know you better than that.” She paused. “Or at least... I thought I know you.” She twinkled, but then she added in solemn. “Ok, what happened there on that ship?”
“I ... I don’t know it myself. I made an experience that has changed everything that I thought I know.”
“An experience?” And than she understood. “Oh!”
Lee looked shocked and Kara tried to calm him. “Don’t worry, Lee. I don’t want to know any details, although I admit I’m curious.” She waved her hand ordering him not to interrupt her.
“Hey, you can trust me, ok? And now I repeat my question and a want an honest answer: Are you alright?”
“No!” Lee felt miserable. He didn’t want anybody to know anythink about Tom and him, but he had desided he had to put his trust in his friend. At least she had seen them kissing and embracing and ...oh, gods!
“I’m not alright, ok? I feel horrible. Kara, I’m so confused. I don’t know myself.”
“May I help you?” She sounded ebullient, but her eyes betrayed that she worried about Lee.
“How?” How could she help, when he didn’t know himself what was going on?
“Let me resume: I saw how you two have kissed each other. And I’m not blind. That was not a kiss between brothers. Lee, you have feelings for this man! Don’t look so shocked!”
“I’m straight!” Lee had raised his voice in anger and was glade that the noises of the ship and the conversations going on drew out his words.
“Are you sure?” Kara paused. She had the feeling that Lee needed time to fathom these new emotions for a while.
It seemed like an eternaty when Lee finally said: “No, I’m not sure any longer.”
“So, search out. Do you want sex with me?”
“Kara!” Lee was horrified.
“See? That’s a prove. Ok, if I’m honest, it’s more a hint than a prove.”
“Don’t make fun of me.”
“That’s not my intention.” She was serious again. “But I mean it: search out your emotions. And if you need a friend to talk, I’m here for you.”
“Thanks.” Lee startet to smile at last.
“See? That’s better. And Lee.” She lowered her voice knowing that was something better kept between the two of them. “In future I often will have to check up the whereabout of the Astral Queen thanks to your arrangements. There is always a place for you in my Viper …if you want to check out yourself what is going on on that ship.” She twinkled again causing Lee to laugh for the first time for hours.
“I think about accepting your offer. Thank you, Kara.”
“You’re welcome.” She stood up. “Hey!” Kara shouted through the ship. “What does this pilot have in mind flying this ship like being on a roller coaster. Haven’t he learned to fly acurately? I better help this idiot.”
With that she covered the distance to the pilot’s cabin.
Lee could here her debating with the pilot for a long time feeling much better than a few minutes before. Yes, he would find out what he really felt. And than he would visit Tom. With a satisfied smile he closed his eyes and allowed himself to dream ….dream of another meeting with Tom Zarek.