BJ-athon 1: Dahgen/Spark
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linchan and shattereternity and whoever else it was that kept asking me for these two... ^^;
From Space Gremlins, in case you've forgotten. Been a while. I had to go re-read it to remember wtf was going on. ^^;
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Spark kicked irritably at the system he was working on, resulting in a heavy thud where his thick black work boots impacted with the metal. It didn't change anything, nor did it really make him feel better, so he settled on flinging a welder across the room where it collided with the wall with an echoing Clang.
That made him feel a little bit better, though not by much. The titanium-steel wall wouldn't show so much as a dent, and if he actually needed the welder he'd have to get up and go fetch it now.
Growling obscenities beneath his breath, Spark ducked back underneath the misbehaving system, lying flat on the floor while he tinkered with the components above him. Stupid nav system. He swore this always happened when they were on an undercover mission. You'd think that with all the resources Fleet had, they could at least acquire some decoy ships that worked.
And weren't flying on prayers alone. Like this one, for example. He'd already had to laser-cut through the shielding over the access panel after discovering it was so badly fused to the structural casing that no amount of prying, pounding, or swearing could get it off. Which just meant that after he finished repairing the nav system, he'd have to fix that too or else the slightest external power flicker would scramble the stupid thing's brains. Again.
Though considering how stupid it had gone before he'd started dismantling it, it was obvious that the shielding already wasn't doing its job. Stupid hunk of junk space trash...
He had no real warning; one minute he was alone, the next there was a firm touch sliding up his thighs. Spark yelped and jerked, smacking his head against the underside of the terminal and prompting a second yelp. The touch on his legs paused, then shifted to a firmer grasp before pulling him out from under the pile of malfunctioning space garbage.
Crouching over him, hands still resting lightly on Spark's hips, was a handsome, smirking man with piercing blue eyes set in dark skin and jet black hair. Spark glared.
"You're an ass, you know that?"
Dahgen's smirk widened. "I've been called worse. Usually by you." He reached calmly behind himself for something, bringing it up and holding it in front of Spark's nose. It was the welder he'd hurled not five minutes ago. "Temper tantrum?"
Spark snatched it out of his hand and shoved it back into his box of tools. "Your idiot Fleet can't ever seem to get us ships that work. Half the nav systems are toast, and the other half are about to fry. I'm amazed this ship isn't in a scrapyard somewhere. As it is, it'll take me days to get it operational again. If I can get it operational..." He scowled.
Wide shoulders rippled beneath a spotless uniform as Dahgen shrugged. "So we send out an alert and the nearest Fleet ship will pick us up." One dark brow arched. "I thought you said you could fix anything."
Spark kicked him, though as usual Dahgen didn't even seem to notice. Jerk. "If I have replacement parts, yes. If the existing parts are fixable, yes. If the entire fucking ship should be rotting in a garbage heap, then no, I can't fucking fix it." He lashed out again, fuming when Dahgen didn't so much as blink.
"We really need to work on your temper," Dahgen mused, slowly caressing his way up Spark's sides, making him shiver despite his annoyance.
"Not everyone can be made of ice," Spark muttered, struggling to hold onto his ire in the face of entirely too skilled fingers dancing across his body, each touch sure and precise despite the layers of clothing in the way.
Those blue eyes gleamed, making him shiver again at the sight as Dahgen leaned over him until their breaths mingled. "Ice?" he questioned, voice a low murmur that sent tingles throughout Spark's body. "I would think you of all people should know that to be a fallacy."
Spark opened his mouth to snap a retort, but his mind went blank as Dahgen lowered his head to begin undoing the fastenings of Spark's overalls with his teeth. It was a trick that he'd never been able to reproduce himself (though he was very good with his fingers) and it never failed to send thrills running through him whenever Dahgen did it. Maybe it was just one of those Gen-En things - enhanced speed, strength, intelligence, tongue skills...
He yelped as the aforementioned tongue dipped into his belly-button, having gotten that far down while Spark was otherwise distracted. Truly, that tongue was a wicked thing. It made his belly clench and groin tighten as Dahgen teased a bit before continuing his slow undressing, fingers sliding beneath the hem of Spark's shirt and pushing it up until he could brush his thumbs over the nubs of Spark's nipples.
Every now and then the thought crossed Spark's mind that he needed to devise trickier fastenings for his clothes so that Dahgen couldn't overwhelm him quite so quickly, but the insufferable man probably wouldn't even notice. Stupid, insufferable, arrogant-
He gasped as a hot mouth passed over the straining fabric of his underwear, breath wetting it as Dahgen nuzzled his erection through the material, driving him slowly crazy with the teasing touches that were never quite enough. Damn the man, why did he have to be so-
"Dahgen!" Spark yelped as the man bit down ever so lightly, making him buck and arch, only to find himself held down by strong hands. "You ass!"
A warm chuckle was Dahgen's response, one that forced a whimper from Spark as the vibrations passed from Dahgen's mouth to his own cock. Sadist, Dahgen was. Twisted, warped, evil sadist. One of these days he was going to enlist Hran'li's help to get even. Drug him for a while, tie him down so tight that even the renowned Black Panther couldn't get loose... yes. Then he'd get his revenge.
He whimpered again as Dahgen's hands slid back down his body to shove his underwear down and out of the way so that infernal tongue could dart out and lick at the head of his straining erection. His hands scrabbled on the smooth metal flooring beneath him, seeking and finding no purchase until one grasping hand brushed across thick, dark strands of silken hair. He grabbed a handful, burying his hands deep in the mass of Dahgen's black hair, disarraying the perfect order the man always kept it in but having no time to get any enjoyment from the fact as Dahgen licked him slowly from base to tip.
If his grip on Dahgen's hair caused the man any pain, he didn't show it. He went about his chosen task with a singleminded intensity that was nearly overwhelming. It was that same intensity, and no small amount of skill, that had made him so infamous. It was the reason people feared him.
Though Spark had never feared him, even while he'd still hated him. It was hard to fear someone when you were plotting their untimely demise.
Now, of course, he didn't fear Dahgen for a whole different reason.
His breaths came in short, shallow gasps as Dahgen continued his slow torture, licking up and then down again, pausing here and there to suck on his balls, nip at his thigh, generally doing everything possible to drive Spark out of his mind without actually giving him the release he ached for. Spark yanked hard on the hair in his hands, unable to form the words he needed to demand the man quit fucking around, though as per usual the man barely seemed to notice. A little pain was far less interesting than hearing Spark's pleas, feeling him tremble with need, tasting the evidence of that need and doing everything he could to drive that need higher, wilder, until Spark could remember nothing else. Then, only then did he finally relent, swallowing Spark whole and sucking hard, making him see stars as he came with a white-hot fury.
When he finally managed to make his brain re-engage, he found himself cradled in Dahgen's lap while the Fleet officer ran slow fingers through his hair. This was the reason he could never fear Dahgen now, even after watching the man calmly break necks with his bare hands. These strange moments of... gentleness... that no one but him would ever believe the Black Panther to be capable of. Even he, it sometimes caught off-guard.
"You really are a prick," Spark grumbled, turning his head to rest it against that broad chest, frowning when the feeling was all wrong. "You're still dressed." He sat up as much as Dahgen would allow him, scowling. "Why are you still dressed?"
Lips quirked up as blue eyes glittered with amusement. "You were so intent on your work, I thought you'd want to go back to it now that you've had your break," Dahgen drolled.
Spark drove a sharp elbow into his stomach before yanking him down for a kiss. "Asshole."
linchan and shattereternity and whoever else it was that kept asking me for these two... ^^;From Space Gremlins, in case you've forgotten. Been a while. I had to go re-read it to remember wtf was going on. ^^;
---
Spark kicked irritably at the system he was working on, resulting in a heavy thud where his thick black work boots impacted with the metal. It didn't change anything, nor did it really make him feel better, so he settled on flinging a welder across the room where it collided with the wall with an echoing Clang.
That made him feel a little bit better, though not by much. The titanium-steel wall wouldn't show so much as a dent, and if he actually needed the welder he'd have to get up and go fetch it now.
Growling obscenities beneath his breath, Spark ducked back underneath the misbehaving system, lying flat on the floor while he tinkered with the components above him. Stupid nav system. He swore this always happened when they were on an undercover mission. You'd think that with all the resources Fleet had, they could at least acquire some decoy ships that worked.
And weren't flying on prayers alone. Like this one, for example. He'd already had to laser-cut through the shielding over the access panel after discovering it was so badly fused to the structural casing that no amount of prying, pounding, or swearing could get it off. Which just meant that after he finished repairing the nav system, he'd have to fix that too or else the slightest external power flicker would scramble the stupid thing's brains. Again.
Though considering how stupid it had gone before he'd started dismantling it, it was obvious that the shielding already wasn't doing its job. Stupid hunk of junk space trash...
He had no real warning; one minute he was alone, the next there was a firm touch sliding up his thighs. Spark yelped and jerked, smacking his head against the underside of the terminal and prompting a second yelp. The touch on his legs paused, then shifted to a firmer grasp before pulling him out from under the pile of malfunctioning space garbage.
Crouching over him, hands still resting lightly on Spark's hips, was a handsome, smirking man with piercing blue eyes set in dark skin and jet black hair. Spark glared.
"You're an ass, you know that?"
Dahgen's smirk widened. "I've been called worse. Usually by you." He reached calmly behind himself for something, bringing it up and holding it in front of Spark's nose. It was the welder he'd hurled not five minutes ago. "Temper tantrum?"
Spark snatched it out of his hand and shoved it back into his box of tools. "Your idiot Fleet can't ever seem to get us ships that work. Half the nav systems are toast, and the other half are about to fry. I'm amazed this ship isn't in a scrapyard somewhere. As it is, it'll take me days to get it operational again. If I can get it operational..." He scowled.
Wide shoulders rippled beneath a spotless uniform as Dahgen shrugged. "So we send out an alert and the nearest Fleet ship will pick us up." One dark brow arched. "I thought you said you could fix anything."
Spark kicked him, though as usual Dahgen didn't even seem to notice. Jerk. "If I have replacement parts, yes. If the existing parts are fixable, yes. If the entire fucking ship should be rotting in a garbage heap, then no, I can't fucking fix it." He lashed out again, fuming when Dahgen didn't so much as blink.
"We really need to work on your temper," Dahgen mused, slowly caressing his way up Spark's sides, making him shiver despite his annoyance.
"Not everyone can be made of ice," Spark muttered, struggling to hold onto his ire in the face of entirely too skilled fingers dancing across his body, each touch sure and precise despite the layers of clothing in the way.
Those blue eyes gleamed, making him shiver again at the sight as Dahgen leaned over him until their breaths mingled. "Ice?" he questioned, voice a low murmur that sent tingles throughout Spark's body. "I would think you of all people should know that to be a fallacy."
Spark opened his mouth to snap a retort, but his mind went blank as Dahgen lowered his head to begin undoing the fastenings of Spark's overalls with his teeth. It was a trick that he'd never been able to reproduce himself (though he was very good with his fingers) and it never failed to send thrills running through him whenever Dahgen did it. Maybe it was just one of those Gen-En things - enhanced speed, strength, intelligence, tongue skills...
He yelped as the aforementioned tongue dipped into his belly-button, having gotten that far down while Spark was otherwise distracted. Truly, that tongue was a wicked thing. It made his belly clench and groin tighten as Dahgen teased a bit before continuing his slow undressing, fingers sliding beneath the hem of Spark's shirt and pushing it up until he could brush his thumbs over the nubs of Spark's nipples.
Every now and then the thought crossed Spark's mind that he needed to devise trickier fastenings for his clothes so that Dahgen couldn't overwhelm him quite so quickly, but the insufferable man probably wouldn't even notice. Stupid, insufferable, arrogant-
He gasped as a hot mouth passed over the straining fabric of his underwear, breath wetting it as Dahgen nuzzled his erection through the material, driving him slowly crazy with the teasing touches that were never quite enough. Damn the man, why did he have to be so-
"Dahgen!" Spark yelped as the man bit down ever so lightly, making him buck and arch, only to find himself held down by strong hands. "You ass!"
A warm chuckle was Dahgen's response, one that forced a whimper from Spark as the vibrations passed from Dahgen's mouth to his own cock. Sadist, Dahgen was. Twisted, warped, evil sadist. One of these days he was going to enlist Hran'li's help to get even. Drug him for a while, tie him down so tight that even the renowned Black Panther couldn't get loose... yes. Then he'd get his revenge.
He whimpered again as Dahgen's hands slid back down his body to shove his underwear down and out of the way so that infernal tongue could dart out and lick at the head of his straining erection. His hands scrabbled on the smooth metal flooring beneath him, seeking and finding no purchase until one grasping hand brushed across thick, dark strands of silken hair. He grabbed a handful, burying his hands deep in the mass of Dahgen's black hair, disarraying the perfect order the man always kept it in but having no time to get any enjoyment from the fact as Dahgen licked him slowly from base to tip.
If his grip on Dahgen's hair caused the man any pain, he didn't show it. He went about his chosen task with a singleminded intensity that was nearly overwhelming. It was that same intensity, and no small amount of skill, that had made him so infamous. It was the reason people feared him.
Though Spark had never feared him, even while he'd still hated him. It was hard to fear someone when you were plotting their untimely demise.
Now, of course, he didn't fear Dahgen for a whole different reason.
His breaths came in short, shallow gasps as Dahgen continued his slow torture, licking up and then down again, pausing here and there to suck on his balls, nip at his thigh, generally doing everything possible to drive Spark out of his mind without actually giving him the release he ached for. Spark yanked hard on the hair in his hands, unable to form the words he needed to demand the man quit fucking around, though as per usual the man barely seemed to notice. A little pain was far less interesting than hearing Spark's pleas, feeling him tremble with need, tasting the evidence of that need and doing everything he could to drive that need higher, wilder, until Spark could remember nothing else. Then, only then did he finally relent, swallowing Spark whole and sucking hard, making him see stars as he came with a white-hot fury.
When he finally managed to make his brain re-engage, he found himself cradled in Dahgen's lap while the Fleet officer ran slow fingers through his hair. This was the reason he could never fear Dahgen now, even after watching the man calmly break necks with his bare hands. These strange moments of... gentleness... that no one but him would ever believe the Black Panther to be capable of. Even he, it sometimes caught off-guard.
"You really are a prick," Spark grumbled, turning his head to rest it against that broad chest, frowning when the feeling was all wrong. "You're still dressed." He sat up as much as Dahgen would allow him, scowling. "Why are you still dressed?"
Lips quirked up as blue eyes glittered with amusement. "You were so intent on your work, I thought you'd want to go back to it now that you've had your break," Dahgen drolled.
Spark drove a sharp elbow into his stomach before yanking him down for a kiss. "Asshole."