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Author: Angelee
Fandom:
Pairing: Neroon/Marcus Cole
Rating: Adult
Summary: Fantasy have a way of become truths even in space.
Beta: By my sister Anna. All remaining errors are mine-with apologies.
Note: My response to
a challenge given by Ingrid. Write an
Arabian Night story with Neroon in a turban and Marcus in something flimsy.
This story also continues a series inspires by a
“Hmm.” Marcus opened his eyes slowly. Stretching luxuriously, until his hands caught. He couldn’t move. “What the…”
He looked over his head to find his hands tied to the bed frame. He tugged only to find the bonds tightening even more. He looked down to find himself in clothing he would never wear in a million years.
He wore pants of the flimsy material he’d ever seen in his life. It left very little to the imagination.
He looked around the room frantically. It was his quarters yet it looked different. The doorways were curtained with almost the same material he was clothed in now, moving with the flow of air. The bed he lay in was covered with pillows of every imaginable size.
“Hello? Please someone tell me what’s going on.”
Nothing for a moment, then the curtains parted and a figure walked through. “Awake I see.”
Marcus blue eyes widened. In the door way stood a man with the biggest turban on his head he’d ever seen, wearing black leather pants and a white billowy shirt.
“W…who are you?”
“I am called Neroon.”
Marcus tugged at his bonds. “What do you want with me?”
Neroon gave him a tiny smile. “What do you thing I want with you?”
Marcus eyed the man nervously. “I…I don’t know.”
“Come now, you must have some idea.”
“No. I was heading toward my quarters. These quarters after a particularly hard day. I turned one of the corners then, nothing.”
“Yes, well I do apologize for that.”
“Why? What did you do?”
“I drugged you.”
Marcus looked at him in outrage. “You drugged me?”
“Just a little. A bit of potion on a cloth. You were unconscious only for the time it took to ready everything.”
“What? What are you talking about?” Neroon motion around the room. To Marcus, then himself. “But why?”
“I have watched you from afar.”
“But I’ve never seen you in my life.”
Neroon gave him a tight smile. “Well, I have seen you.”
Marcus tugged on the bond once more. “What do you want?”
Neroon approached the bed, sending uneasy shivers down his spine. “I will make you mine?”
“No.”
“Oh, yes. By the end of the night you will want no one else. Need no one else.”
“Let me go and I’ll make sure the authorities let you go.”
Neroon shook his head. “I cannot do that.”
“But why?”
“You are mine.”
“I can’t be yours. I don’t even know you.”
Neroon climbed onto the bed. “By nights end you will,” he promised solemnly.
Marcus watched in horror as a hand caressed his chest. Leaving no doubt as to what Neroon wanted.
“No. Please don’t do this.”
“To late. Everything is in play.”
“Please Neroon. Let me go,” Marcus pleaded, softly. Feeling the callused hand heading toward a very specific location.
“No.”
The hand cupped him, making Marcus arch up in shock. “Don’t, please, please don’t.”
“Late. Way too late. You will be mine.”
“I’ll hate you if you do this. I will never be yours.”
“You will.”
Marcus felt the hand begin to encourage a reaction from him. “N…no. Never. Never, will I be yours.”
“Oh, you will. The moment my body enters yours, you will be mine.”
“No.”
Hands opened the flimsy material leaving Marcus exposed to the cool air and Neroon’s hot glaze.
“Oh, yes.”
“I will hate you if you do this?” Marcus said, desperately. “I will.”
“You won’t,” Neroon told him confidently.
“I would have been willing to do this with you if you had let me know you were interested in me.”
“Yes, you are a bit of slut.”
Marcus gasped, hurt by the words, thrown at him by a total stranger. “How can you say that? I am not.”
“You are. I saw you and the Doctor.”
“Dr. Franklin? We’re friends.”
Neroon cupped Marcus soft genitals. “It seemed to me that you wanted to be more than friend.”
“No.”
“Oh, yes,” Neroon replied, not bothering to hide the jealousy that colored his voice. “But after tonight there will be no more of that.”
Marcus tried twisting away from the hands insisting he respond. “No.”
Neroon pulled away. “Response to my advances in not necessary at the moment, you will be mine soon enough.”
He rose from the bed. Stepping back from it he removed his shirt, exposing a massive chest. Smiling at the horrified look Marcus gave him as he reached for the tabs of his leather pants.
The horrified look grew when Neroon pushed the pants down, allowing Marcus to see him fully for the first time.
“No,” Marcus whispered, struggling against his restraints. “No.”
Neroon climbed back onto the bed, spreading Marcus legs wide he went between them. “Oh, yes.” With that he slid into the unwilling body.
Marcus arched up at the pain. “Ah.”
“Before the night is done you will be mine,” he was told again as Neroon began a series of minute thrust until he lay flush with the violently trembling body.
“No, please.”
“Do not beg, my pretty. It is done.”
Marcus moaned softly as feelings he’d never felt before coursed through his body. Hot. Cold. Tossing from one to the other in seconds. Feelings he’d never felt before screaming through him. Feelings especially for the man above and inside of him.
“What’s happening to me?” he whimpered softly.
“My pre-ejaculate is assuring that you are mine for all times.”
Marcus licked at his dry lips. “What?”
Neroon reached up and removed the turban. “I am not human.”
“W…what a….are you?”
“Minbari.”
Marcus turned his face away. “Why me? Oh, my Goddess-why me?”
Neroon turned it back toward him with a gentle finger under his chin. “Do you find me so repugnant?
“I…”
“Do you Marcus Cole?”
“I…”
Marcus tried to form a response, he couldn’t. He looked up at the Minbari speechless as he tried to string a few sentences together he noticed that Neroon was moving in him. Thrusting hungrily and all while the Minbari knelt between his legs, still and silent.
“Oh my Goddess- what are you? What have you done?” Marcus whispered in stunned horror.
“I am Minbari and I have made you mine.”
“No.”
“Yes.”
Marcus moaned softly as the penis in him scored his prostate-hard. Making him arch up at the pleasure/pain it caused. He whimpered softly.
Neroon moved forward laying his heavier weight against Marcus. Cupping his face he stared deep into the tortured blue eyes glazed with tears. “Do you find me so very repugnant?” He asked, unable to hide the hurt in his voice. “I may not be human, but I can love you to the best of my abilities.”
“I…”
“I will love you, Marcus if you would but allow me.”
“I don’t know what to tell you. I don’t even know you. I do not like the fact that you took it upon yourself to do this. It concerns me as well.”
Neroon nuzzled Marcus nose gently with his. “I know, but I could not take the chance that you would refuse me.”
“You want me that much?”
“Yes. That much and more.”
Marcus looked into the solemn eyes watching him. “Why then did you not let yourself be known to me?”
“Fear.”
“Fear?”
“Of rejection. Fear that you would find me grotesque because I am not human.”
“You are not grotesque,” Marcus admitted softly.
Neroon moved his lips closer to Marcus’s. “Do you find me pleasant to look upon?”
Marcus smiled, moving just a little closer to Neroon. “Trying for compliments, Neroon?”
“Yes. Is it working?” Neroon asked, tilting his head slightly.
“Maybe,” Marcus replied reaching up to lick at the sensual lips inches from his own.
“I could use them. You are not very good for the Minbari ego.” Neroon gave chase, capturing the tongue between his teeth.
Marcus moaned, allowing Neroon entry into his mouth.
The kiss deepened and became passionate quickly. So quickly it left Marcus panting heavily. The kiss ended reluctantly.
“It would seem that whatever hold you’re planning to have on me is taking effect.”
Neroon nuzzled Marcus mouth, enjoying the scent of the human’s sweet breath as it coursed over him in warm puffs of air.
“I wish it so. I’m regret that you do not want me.”
“I want you, Neroon.”
“Not in the way I wish it.”
Marcus nipped Neroon nose. “It’s too late for regrets. We will make the best of our situation, shall we?”
“What are you saying?” Neroon asked angling Marcus’s head back to nibble on his neck.
“I am yours. Just as you wished it.”
“I am sorry, Marcus.” Neroon licked at Marcus’s Adam’s apple. “If I had known I was going about it wrong, I would never have done it this way.”
“Don’t be sorry. It is done.”
Marcus arched up hissing. “Are you doing this? To my insides? It feels odd.”
Neroon nibbled delicately on Marcus’s neck. “It is the Minbari physiology. I am similar to humans in many ways, but there are… differences.”
“It feels as if I’m getting the living daylights fucked out of me,” Marcus replied, arching up again. “It kind of hurts.”
“Hmm.” Neroon lifted up slightly to run his hands over Marcus’s body. “You are to thin. We must do something about that.”
Marcus grimaced as a sharp wave of pleasure/pain curled his toes. “Ah. I…I am not all that interested in food.”
“You will become so. Yes?”
“Oh, my Goddess,” Marcus panted weakly. “Exerting your marital rights?”
Neroon found the human’s nipple to be very fascination as it hardened to a tiny pebble-like form under his fingertips. “What?”
“W…we a…are m…married n…n…now a…are w…we n…not.”
Neroon felt his mouth begin to water at the sight of the tiny nipple. He bent down slightly and began sucking on it enthusiastically.
Marcus panted, blue eyes glazing at the overwhelming stimulation his body was receiving.
The hardness in him moving at a rate that would and should have had him bouncing on the bed wildly. Yet the pounding his insides were getting wasn’t even ruffling the bedcovers.
He blinked the sweat from his eyes, wishing his hands were free. He would have been pulling the odd shaped head closer, encouragingly.
“Oh, Goddess. Oh Goddess,” he screamed as he came in between their two bodies.
He swallowed heavily when he senses returned. Neroon was still suckling on his nipple. The hardness still moving furiously inside of his.
He held onto the restraints whimpering softly. Allowing Neroon to take his pleasure, not that he had much choice.
“N…Neroon?”
The hungry mouth moved to the other nipple. Giving it the same enthusiastic touch the left had received.
Marcus spread his legs as wide as he could, bending his knees he arched his back up. The hardness in him did not slide. Something was holding it in place, not allowing for its escape.
“Neroon?”
The Minbari did not respond, enjoying the taste of the human flesh in his mouth.
“Neroon?”
Marcus bit his lip, grimacing. It hurt. Yet there were twinges of pleasure mixed with the pain.
“Neroon?” Marcus whimpered softly.
Something finally got through to the Minbari, he looked up releasing the nipple in his mouth reluctantly.
“Yes?”
“Hurts.”
“You are feeling pain?”
Marcus nodded reluctantly. “Y…yes?”
Naroon gave him a brilliant smile. Something Marcus wasn’t expecting. “Excellent.”
“Ah. W…what do you mean?”
“Mine,” The Minbari replied, giving a full body shudder above him. Marcus felt scalding fluid coat his aching insides. Neroon fell heavily onto him. The hardness softening enough to slip free of his body.
After a few moments the Minbari looked up at him. “Are you well?”
Marcus gave him a brilliant smile. “Never better. The Arabian Nights theme was a very nice touch.”
Neroon gave him a smug look. “I found playacting a thing humans enjoyed while making love.”
Marcus frowned up at him. “How many human’s exactly?”
Neroon smiled at him. “Just the one-you. My jealous lover.”
“Better just be the one. I will so kick your ass if I so much as catch you looking at another.”
Neroon gently kissed his lips. “Not to worry.”
“Hmm. Neroon?”
“Yes?”
“Can you make me yours like you said before?” Marcus asked wistfully.
“Do you wish it?”
“Yes”
“Alright.”
Marcus looked up at him quizzically. “Really?”
“Yes. Shall we start now?”
“Huh?”
Neroon slid back into the human under him. “We shall start now,” he replied, going back to suckling on the nipples he found so fascinating.
Marcus hissed as his sore insides were once again assaulted. “Ah. Damn.”
Once Neroon began moving in him he found he wasn’t that sore after all. “Oh, now that’s nice. Neroon could you untie me, please.”
No response from the occupied Minbari.
“Neroon?”
Nothing.
“Neroon, please? I want to play too.”
Still nothing.
“Ah,” Marcus hissed when a sharp thrust had his back arching up in pleasure. “Neroon, please.”
No response as Neroon began pleasuring the other nipple, nibbling on it delicately.
“Oh, alright then I suppose I can wait.”
Neroon gave an approving little rumble.
Marcus smiled down at the Minbari’s head. “It’s not like I have much of a choice anyway.”
Marcus’s smile deepened as he gave himself up to the pleasure the Minbari seemed hell bent on giving him. Not the Marcus minded. Which he didn’t, not one little bit.