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fic: new BSG: Five Impossible Fraks
Disclaimer: Not mine. Rating: 18+ Sex, adult situations, uncomfortable situations, language.
Pairings: Six/Zak, Lee/Baltar(/Six), Kara/Adama, Ellen/Dee, Helo/Tyrol. Canon refs: Kara/Zak, Boomer/Helo, Boomer/Tyrol, Ellen/Saul.
Spoilers: Vague for both seasons.
Length: 800+
Genre: Het, slash, femslash, porn, pwp, angst, non-consent.
Notes: Erm. Plum did the five femslash fraks for Kara, and, er, I've been trying to do a five thingies fic for a while, and then fell into the first one, and couldn't resist, especially since I wanted to use Allison Moyet song titles.
Summary: She said something like "I want to go down where the river's wild".
Five Impossible Fraks Before Breakfast
by ALC Punk!
[1. Falling]
She says her name is Shelley, and he's too drunk to see properly, but she's blonde and just skinny enough to feel different when he gropes her inappropriately. There's nothing about her that says stop, so he does it again.
"Drowning your sorrows?"
"Could say that." Could say a lot of things. But Zak doesn't want to think them much less say them.
Shelley seems to understand, and when she kisses him, he tastes wine (Kara always tasted like ambrosia or beer, cheap things) and something indefinable. He gropes her again, and she chuckles against his neck. "Eager. So eager, Zak Adama."
Too far gone, he never asks how she knew his name, instead he garbles out an invitation to his place.
When they stumble in the door, groping and kissing enough that the guys down the hall are still cat-calling, he doesn't notice Kara's jacket over a chair, or the still-smoking cigar.
Shelley doesn't either.
In the morning, he'll wake alone, and wonder if Shelley was better than Kara. Except he's not thinking about Kara, because he has to pack and go home to his mother.
Flunking out of flight school was never his dream.
[2. Ode to Boy]
"Why, Captain--"
"Don't talk."
The command in Lee Adama's voice makes Gaius' muscles tense. But he stops talking, even though he likes hearing his own voice.
"On your knees, doctor."
He complies, he can't think why, because he's Gaius Baltar, genius extraordinaire and he should be better than this. More able to say 'no'. Maybe it's hubris.
The great Gaius Baltar gets on his knees for only one man? She taunts him, hand sliding into his pants, making him moan softly. He misses the zipper being undone.
Captain Adama's hands close on his hair, yanking him forward. "Suck it."
Mmmm. He is well-endowed, isn't he? The running commentary distracts him from the ache in his jaw, the taste of sweat and dirt. Oooh, very nice, Gaius, I didn't think you had any sort of technique when it came to cock.
He can't ignore her because her hand is rhythmically rubbing him, up and down, and her fingers are slick with something (or nothing at all, since she's a figment of his mind).
The captain comes first, grunting, head thrown back as his legs quiver with the release of tension.
Your turn. He thinks later, about all the wet spots she leaves on his trousers, and how inherently unfair it is.
[3. Whispering Your Name]
She sleeps sprawled across his bed, arms every which way. It's endearing and sexy, and so illustrative of the woman under her skin. William Adama traces a finger across her brow, wondering if she knows how young she is at this moment.
Younger than he has any right to, but she doesn't ever seem to realize it, her careless smiles and mischievous grins aren't always for him, after all.
He knows there are others, younger men (and women), people who are drawn to her as he is.
But tonight, she was his. His hands and body made her arch below him, eyes sightless as she whimpered softly.
He pretends she didn't call him Zak.
Just like he pretends this is enough for him, that he doesn't need a claim on her. In the morning, she'll go her seperate way and he'll return to CIC, and there won't be a difference in either of them.
There never is.
[4. So Am I]
"Do you understand power, little girl?"
Petty Officer Dualla smiles at Ellen Tigh, surprised the XO's wife is talking to her. In three days, she'll be joining the rest of Galactica's crew in heading for other posts thanks to the decommissioning set to take place. "Ma'am?"
"Power." Ellen leans closer, ruby lips spreading into a strange smile.
"Was there--"
"I said--" the alcohol on her breath is beginning to make Dee feel almost drunk herself. "--power is sex. Sex is money. Do you understand me?"
"Ma'am, I think you're drunk. Why don't I--"
"No." The corridor is suddenly empty, and the overblown blonde steps closer. "I think you understand exactly what I'm saying, Petty Officer. Oh, you're such a good little girl."
Dee freezes, then manages to whisper, "Mrs. Tigh, are you coming onto me?"
"I could try kissing you. Would that make it more plain?"
"No." Her eyes wide, Dee takes a step back. "I think you've made a mistake, ma'am."
"Stop calling me that!"
"I--"
Ellen kisses her.
[5. Satellite]
Karl knows he's just a substitute.
It's just anger and rage, and a sick helplessness that lets him stand there and take it. Galen pushes him into the wall, yanks his pants down--and here, Karl has to be grateful that the Chief understands the need for lubrication. He's also considerate enough to reach around him, hand spreading more oil, then wrapping around his dick.
No words pass between them, because that would break this. Would make it more (and her less).
Slick with sweat, he comes, body shuddering. Behind him, Galen grunts and thrusts again, and they're both hot and sticky and sated.
It's not the same, of course. Galen steps back, wipes at himself with a scrap of rag before handing it to Karl. He knows it's his task to clean himself and the wall. The floor.
All of this is payment in blood for something they both can't have anymore.
-f-
Pairings: Six/Zak, Lee/Baltar(/Six), Kara/Adama, Ellen/Dee, Helo/Tyrol. Canon refs: Kara/Zak, Boomer/Helo, Boomer/Tyrol, Ellen/Saul.
Spoilers: Vague for both seasons.
Length: 800+
Genre: Het, slash, femslash, porn, pwp, angst, non-consent.
Notes: Erm. Plum did the five femslash fraks for Kara, and, er, I've been trying to do a five thingies fic for a while, and then fell into the first one, and couldn't resist, especially since I wanted to use Allison Moyet song titles.
Summary: She said something like "I want to go down where the river's wild".
Five Impossible Fraks Before Breakfast
by ALC Punk!
[1. Falling]
She says her name is Shelley, and he's too drunk to see properly, but she's blonde and just skinny enough to feel different when he gropes her inappropriately. There's nothing about her that says stop, so he does it again.
"Drowning your sorrows?"
"Could say that." Could say a lot of things. But Zak doesn't want to think them much less say them.
Shelley seems to understand, and when she kisses him, he tastes wine (Kara always tasted like ambrosia or beer, cheap things) and something indefinable. He gropes her again, and she chuckles against his neck. "Eager. So eager, Zak Adama."
Too far gone, he never asks how she knew his name, instead he garbles out an invitation to his place.
When they stumble in the door, groping and kissing enough that the guys down the hall are still cat-calling, he doesn't notice Kara's jacket over a chair, or the still-smoking cigar.
Shelley doesn't either.
In the morning, he'll wake alone, and wonder if Shelley was better than Kara. Except he's not thinking about Kara, because he has to pack and go home to his mother.
Flunking out of flight school was never his dream.
[2. Ode to Boy]
"Why, Captain--"
"Don't talk."
The command in Lee Adama's voice makes Gaius' muscles tense. But he stops talking, even though he likes hearing his own voice.
"On your knees, doctor."
He complies, he can't think why, because he's Gaius Baltar, genius extraordinaire and he should be better than this. More able to say 'no'. Maybe it's hubris.
The great Gaius Baltar gets on his knees for only one man? She taunts him, hand sliding into his pants, making him moan softly. He misses the zipper being undone.
Captain Adama's hands close on his hair, yanking him forward. "Suck it."
Mmmm. He is well-endowed, isn't he? The running commentary distracts him from the ache in his jaw, the taste of sweat and dirt. Oooh, very nice, Gaius, I didn't think you had any sort of technique when it came to cock.
He can't ignore her because her hand is rhythmically rubbing him, up and down, and her fingers are slick with something (or nothing at all, since she's a figment of his mind).
The captain comes first, grunting, head thrown back as his legs quiver with the release of tension.
Your turn. He thinks later, about all the wet spots she leaves on his trousers, and how inherently unfair it is.
[3. Whispering Your Name]
She sleeps sprawled across his bed, arms every which way. It's endearing and sexy, and so illustrative of the woman under her skin. William Adama traces a finger across her brow, wondering if she knows how young she is at this moment.
Younger than he has any right to, but she doesn't ever seem to realize it, her careless smiles and mischievous grins aren't always for him, after all.
He knows there are others, younger men (and women), people who are drawn to her as he is.
But tonight, she was his. His hands and body made her arch below him, eyes sightless as she whimpered softly.
He pretends she didn't call him Zak.
Just like he pretends this is enough for him, that he doesn't need a claim on her. In the morning, she'll go her seperate way and he'll return to CIC, and there won't be a difference in either of them.
There never is.
[4. So Am I]
"Do you understand power, little girl?"
Petty Officer Dualla smiles at Ellen Tigh, surprised the XO's wife is talking to her. In three days, she'll be joining the rest of Galactica's crew in heading for other posts thanks to the decommissioning set to take place. "Ma'am?"
"Power." Ellen leans closer, ruby lips spreading into a strange smile.
"Was there--"
"I said--" the alcohol on her breath is beginning to make Dee feel almost drunk herself. "--power is sex. Sex is money. Do you understand me?"
"Ma'am, I think you're drunk. Why don't I--"
"No." The corridor is suddenly empty, and the overblown blonde steps closer. "I think you understand exactly what I'm saying, Petty Officer. Oh, you're such a good little girl."
Dee freezes, then manages to whisper, "Mrs. Tigh, are you coming onto me?"
"I could try kissing you. Would that make it more plain?"
"No." Her eyes wide, Dee takes a step back. "I think you've made a mistake, ma'am."
"Stop calling me that!"
"I--"
Ellen kisses her.
[5. Satellite]
Karl knows he's just a substitute.
It's just anger and rage, and a sick helplessness that lets him stand there and take it. Galen pushes him into the wall, yanks his pants down--and here, Karl has to be grateful that the Chief understands the need for lubrication. He's also considerate enough to reach around him, hand spreading more oil, then wrapping around his dick.
No words pass between them, because that would break this. Would make it more (and her less).
Slick with sweat, he comes, body shuddering. Behind him, Galen grunts and thrusts again, and they're both hot and sticky and sated.
It's not the same, of course. Galen steps back, wipes at himself with a scrap of rag before handing it to Karl. He knows it's his task to clean himself and the wall. The floor.
All of this is payment in blood for something they both can't have anymore.
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you have made my brain explode.
fantastic!!
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Thank you =)