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fic: newBSG, Lee/Helo
disclaimer: not mine.
Rating: 18+ sex, boyparts.
Pairing: Lee Adama/Karl Agathon.
Set: Probably around The Woman, King.
Genre: angst, pwp
Warnings: references het and women.
Length: 700+
notes: ...yeah. I don't know about this one, but I'm tired of staring at it.
not a declaration of war
by ALC Punk!
It was all about want, Lee convinced himself. All about want and need and sweat sliding down his spine while Helo's mouth was making his back arch.
He decided, in the moment he was lucid, before it had all begun, that their wives would never understand.
There was something implicitly wrong and strangely right in kissing the man who'd once held a gun to his head (Lee never plans on letting Tigh kiss him, however).
"Can you feel it?" Helo whispered.
Pinned against the wall, grinding against him, Lee could feel it. He wasn't sure why he was letting Agathon do this.
-
There's chaos and movement, and Lee knows that if he doesn't pull the trigger right the frak now and blow the Cylon's head off, he's going to lose his father. The barrel at the back of his neck says that would be a futile gesture, and he rages internally as Kara tries to stop them all. But it's Roslin, his Madame President, who calls the game.
When he lets up, he steps back and away. And he wants so badly to point the gun again that his fingers actually hurt with the lack of movement.
It bargains for its life, and he wants to scream that this is the thing which left his father nearly dead--although the old man's alive and back on his feet, and Lee can't help the guilt he feels. If he'd just been smarter, if he'd simply let things on Colonial One go down as they were meant to...
But it's not up to him, he's not the big man at the top. And neither, he thinks with satisfaction, is Zarek.
-
"Gods," Lee gasped. Helo's mouth was wet and uncompromising, sucking at him better than he'd expected.
The gods don't answer him, and Lee wondered if calling to beings whose existance he doesn't trust was congruent with those beliefs. There were no Gods, there was no heaven or hell, and everyone dies.
-
After his visit to the thing in the cell, and his talk with Kara, Lee goes looking for Helo.
If the man's going to be an idiot, Lee wants to assure him that the idiocy is getting him killed. He thinks, briefly, of letting him die on Kobol and then balks at the cold-blooded idea.
"We don't need traitors," he announces harshly, finding Helo staring out a viewport at the planet below them.
"It's beautiful."
The non-sequitor makes Lee angrier and he grabs Helo roughly, turning him. "You're a frakkin' traitor." His voice is low, intense with anger and all of the emotions his father's near-execution cause.
"Am I? Somehow, sir, I don't think it matters."
-
Helo wasn't so disinterested in the present. Not with his hands and mouth working Lee until he was about ready to explode.
-
The discussion had been going for what felt like hours--how they were going to deal with Sharon while on Kobol. Lee thought the solution was obvious. "We should just airlock it."
"She's not an it!"
-
Sharon was never an 'it' to Helo, and only briefly an 'it' to Starbuck. Lee was CAG, he didn't have the luxury of liking a Cylon, not even one who was constantly proving that she could be trusted, that she was dedicated to their survival.
The thoughts spiraled back on themselves, and Helo tightened his lips and sucked hard, and Lee lost himself.
-
"So, you come here often?" It's the stupidest joke ever, and Lee expects Helo to roll his eyes and walk away.
Instead, he moves closer, hand pushing against Lee's chest until he's backed up against the bathroom door. "Dunno, sir. Do you?"
-
Then it was over. Lee was left standing against the wall, knees shaking. While Helo walked off without a word, Lee wondered, just for an instant, which of them had gained, and which had lost.
He had the uncomfortable feeling he was the one down a notch.
The bathroom door clanged with a sense of finality.
-f-
Rating: 18+ sex, boyparts.
Pairing: Lee Adama/Karl Agathon.
Set: Probably around The Woman, King.
Genre: angst, pwp
Warnings: references het and women.
Length: 700+
notes: ...yeah. I don't know about this one, but I'm tired of staring at it.
not a declaration of war
by ALC Punk!
It was all about want, Lee convinced himself. All about want and need and sweat sliding down his spine while Helo's mouth was making his back arch.
He decided, in the moment he was lucid, before it had all begun, that their wives would never understand.
There was something implicitly wrong and strangely right in kissing the man who'd once held a gun to his head (Lee never plans on letting Tigh kiss him, however).
"Can you feel it?" Helo whispered.
Pinned against the wall, grinding against him, Lee could feel it. He wasn't sure why he was letting Agathon do this.
-
There's chaos and movement, and Lee knows that if he doesn't pull the trigger right the frak now and blow the Cylon's head off, he's going to lose his father. The barrel at the back of his neck says that would be a futile gesture, and he rages internally as Kara tries to stop them all. But it's Roslin, his Madame President, who calls the game.
When he lets up, he steps back and away. And he wants so badly to point the gun again that his fingers actually hurt with the lack of movement.
It bargains for its life, and he wants to scream that this is the thing which left his father nearly dead--although the old man's alive and back on his feet, and Lee can't help the guilt he feels. If he'd just been smarter, if he'd simply let things on Colonial One go down as they were meant to...
But it's not up to him, he's not the big man at the top. And neither, he thinks with satisfaction, is Zarek.
-
"Gods," Lee gasped. Helo's mouth was wet and uncompromising, sucking at him better than he'd expected.
The gods don't answer him, and Lee wondered if calling to beings whose existance he doesn't trust was congruent with those beliefs. There were no Gods, there was no heaven or hell, and everyone dies.
-
After his visit to the thing in the cell, and his talk with Kara, Lee goes looking for Helo.
If the man's going to be an idiot, Lee wants to assure him that the idiocy is getting him killed. He thinks, briefly, of letting him die on Kobol and then balks at the cold-blooded idea.
"We don't need traitors," he announces harshly, finding Helo staring out a viewport at the planet below them.
"It's beautiful."
The non-sequitor makes Lee angrier and he grabs Helo roughly, turning him. "You're a frakkin' traitor." His voice is low, intense with anger and all of the emotions his father's near-execution cause.
"Am I? Somehow, sir, I don't think it matters."
-
Helo wasn't so disinterested in the present. Not with his hands and mouth working Lee until he was about ready to explode.
-
The discussion had been going for what felt like hours--how they were going to deal with Sharon while on Kobol. Lee thought the solution was obvious. "We should just airlock it."
"She's not an it!"
-
Sharon was never an 'it' to Helo, and only briefly an 'it' to Starbuck. Lee was CAG, he didn't have the luxury of liking a Cylon, not even one who was constantly proving that she could be trusted, that she was dedicated to their survival.
The thoughts spiraled back on themselves, and Helo tightened his lips and sucked hard, and Lee lost himself.
-
"So, you come here often?" It's the stupidest joke ever, and Lee expects Helo to roll his eyes and walk away.
Instead, he moves closer, hand pushing against Lee's chest until he's backed up against the bathroom door. "Dunno, sir. Do you?"
-
Then it was over. Lee was left standing against the wall, knees shaking. While Helo walked off without a word, Lee wondered, just for an instant, which of them had gained, and which had lost.
He had the uncomfortable feeling he was the one down a notch.
The bathroom door clanged with a sense of finality.
-f-
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