Yielding
Title: Yielding
Author: quiesce
Rating: PG
Pairing: blue hand/reaver
Warning: The pairing kind of sums it up
Disclaimer: Reavers and hands of blue belong to Joss.
Word Count: 540 Words
Notes: A friend came up with the pairing, I merely obliged. Thanks to llaras for the beta.
He held a gloved hand up the glass, imperceptibly pawing at it, as if he could reach through touch one of them. They were hideous, vile creatures. And they were magnificent.
They weren't the Group's first experiment, or the most successful, but they were the most well known. Sub species 438-B. Reavers.
Out of the chaos of the exodus from Earth, the Group alone travelled far beyond the first suitable planets they encountered, waiting instead for an isolated rock far away from the rest of humanity. Here, the founders of the Group lay the groundwork for their master plan, the effects of which wouldn't reach the other planets for hundreds of years.
It took more than a century before the Group could get any new species to last longer than a generation or two, and even then the results weren't promising. When it became obvious that a new approach would be needed, the Group began to look outward. One advantage of the scattering of humans over several dozen planets was that each rock was too busy settling their land and forming governments to raise much concern if a neighbouring planet dropped contact or an occasional merchant ship never returned. As more time passed and a central authority was struggling to get off the ground, there was a growing movement to chart the settled planets and determine the extent of how far the descendants of Earth had spread. Any explorers that ventured their way were captured and became subjects for future experiments. Or fodder for existing ones.
The sub species in front of him now were a hardy breed. Ferocious, but trainable. He walked around to the double doors and went in to start the day's session. All but one held back and awaited instruction. The alpha male -- one does not name animals -- still liked to test him though and walked up to his side and started sniffing around. He stood motionless and held the transmitter, vibrant against the blue of his hands, at the ready in case he lost control of the situation. He should have stopped it right away. Consistency is a vital part of training, he knew that, but the warm, fetid breath in his face was almost a welcome change from the sterility of the rest of the Compound.
A flicker of a tongue joined the sticky air, searching until it rested over the major artery in his neck. The alpha started to rake its teeth over the pulsing skin, not biting, almost nuzzling, as if these creatures were capable of such a human action. A hand -- no, paw -- reached for his chest and started stroking downwards.
Too far. He sent a jolt of pain to the alpha and watched with perverse pleasure as it cowered back to a corner.
He commenced training, pushing them farther than usual, punishing them all for letting the alpha stir long-repressed emotions in him. With pride he watched them yield to his every instruction.
They were ready. He just had to wait until word came from the Group members at the Academy so that both experiments could be unleashed at the same time, then the plan hundreds of years in the making could finally come to fruition.
Author: quiesce
Rating: PG
Pairing: blue hand/reaver
Warning: The pairing kind of sums it up
Disclaimer: Reavers and hands of blue belong to Joss.
Word Count: 540 Words
Notes: A friend came up with the pairing, I merely obliged. Thanks to llaras for the beta.
He held a gloved hand up the glass, imperceptibly pawing at it, as if he could reach through touch one of them. They were hideous, vile creatures. And they were magnificent.
They weren't the Group's first experiment, or the most successful, but they were the most well known. Sub species 438-B. Reavers.
Out of the chaos of the exodus from Earth, the Group alone travelled far beyond the first suitable planets they encountered, waiting instead for an isolated rock far away from the rest of humanity. Here, the founders of the Group lay the groundwork for their master plan, the effects of which wouldn't reach the other planets for hundreds of years.
It took more than a century before the Group could get any new species to last longer than a generation or two, and even then the results weren't promising. When it became obvious that a new approach would be needed, the Group began to look outward. One advantage of the scattering of humans over several dozen planets was that each rock was too busy settling their land and forming governments to raise much concern if a neighbouring planet dropped contact or an occasional merchant ship never returned. As more time passed and a central authority was struggling to get off the ground, there was a growing movement to chart the settled planets and determine the extent of how far the descendants of Earth had spread. Any explorers that ventured their way were captured and became subjects for future experiments. Or fodder for existing ones.
The sub species in front of him now were a hardy breed. Ferocious, but trainable. He walked around to the double doors and went in to start the day's session. All but one held back and awaited instruction. The alpha male -- one does not name animals -- still liked to test him though and walked up to his side and started sniffing around. He stood motionless and held the transmitter, vibrant against the blue of his hands, at the ready in case he lost control of the situation. He should have stopped it right away. Consistency is a vital part of training, he knew that, but the warm, fetid breath in his face was almost a welcome change from the sterility of the rest of the Compound.
A flicker of a tongue joined the sticky air, searching until it rested over the major artery in his neck. The alpha started to rake its teeth over the pulsing skin, not biting, almost nuzzling, as if these creatures were capable of such a human action. A hand -- no, paw -- reached for his chest and started stroking downwards.
Too far. He sent a jolt of pain to the alpha and watched with perverse pleasure as it cowered back to a corner.
He commenced training, pushing them farther than usual, punishing them all for letting the alpha stir long-repressed emotions in him. With pride he watched them yield to his every instruction.
They were ready. He just had to wait until word came from the Group members at the Academy so that both experiments could be unleashed at the same time, then the plan hundreds of years in the making could finally come to fruition.