[fic: left for fire, battlestar galactica, sam/kara/leoben, rated ma]
| left for fire || battlestar galactica || sam/kara/leoben || rated ma |
For Meresy, thanks to Snoopypez for the beta. Title from Remy Zero's Shadowcasting.
left for fire
He has no idea how this happened.
He could blame the liquor, maybe. Kara, when she's in a mind to get frakked up, can do so with dizzying speed. And he keeps up with her for reasons he's not sure about. Come to think of it, Sam does a lot of things for Kara for reasons he's not sure about. Thinking too much about it gives him a headache, and he's scared (Cylon; the word is always there, lurking below the surface of his thoughts), and Kara is pressed against him, her mouth warm against his, and there is nothing he wants to do right now as much as he wants to forget.
If he closes his eyes, he can kiss Kara and remember how it was on New Caprica. Maybe that ended with her being kidnapped and him almost dying, but they'd had some good times together before it all went to hell.
So much of his time with her is stolen moments of happiness lodged between horror and war. It's frightening to think how he's become used to that.
What he's not used to, though, is the man standing behind him. Leoben, Kara's once-jailer, the man Sam had practically tried to beat to death on the Demetrius. The man--machine, whatever--who is obsessed with his wife. A Cylon.
You're a Cylon. Sam shoves the thought away. He's going to forget about it for fifteen frakking minutes, if he can.
Leoben's hands are warm on his shoulders. Leoben's saying something, one of those frakked-up metaphors he likes about water and energy and currents, and Kara makes a little noise like a growl and pulls her mouth away. "Leoben," she says, voice gone husky. "Shut the hell up."
Leoben shuts up. He does this by pressing his mouth to the back of Sam's neck, and heat shoots down Sam's body all the way to his groin. Kara gives a little unkind laugh. "Thought you were obsessed with me, you stupid frakking toaster."
For one horrifying second, Sam thinks she's talking to him.
"Both of you shut up," Sam says harshly, turning around. Leoben is watching him with calm eyes and a guarded expression. "So," Sam says, shoving at him. Leoben moves backwards easily, unresisting. "You see everything that happens, do you?" He doesn't wait for Leoben to answer. He's tired of all that frakking prophet-speak, anyway. He gets Leoben pressed against the all and slams his hands on either side of the Leoben's head, wincing as his palms strike the hard metal bulkhead. "You see this one coming?"
Sam lowers his mouth and kisses him. Leoben's body stills but he opens his mouth. Sam growls and kisses him harder, bites his lower lip, shoves himself against him again and again. Leoben takes it; doesn't move away, doesn't try and shove Sam back. He just kisses him, puts his hand low on Sam's back, rubbing against his spine.
"Frak," he hears Kara breathe, and then she's pressed up against him. "Sam, what the frak are you doing?" she murmurs, her breath hot against his back.
"Shutting him up," Sam says, pulling back. He reaches down and presses his palm against Leoben's cock through his pants. Leoben groans, his eyes sliding closed. "Maybe you should have tried this on New Caprica."
"It wasn't him talking that was the frakking problem," Kara mutters, and her hands slide under Sam's tanks, her fingers cool against his back. "Frak, Sam," she says again, watching as Sam continues to rub his palm up and down the length of Leoben's cock.
Leoben's eyes open--they don't look so calm, now. His hand is fisted in Sam's shirt, his breathing ragged. Sam shouldn't be surprised when Leoben starts talking. "I saw the potential for violence when I beheld you on Kara's ship, could feel the threads that bind us pull tight--"
"We have no threads. We have nothing," Sam hisses, pushing in harder, and he leans forward to bite Leoben's neck. "I frakking hate you."
Leoben's entire body shudders as Sam's teeth clamp down on his skin. "Maybe you do. But you are bound to me." Leoben's hips push forward, and then he grabs Sam's hair, yanking his head away, moving fast, too fast for Sam to orient himself to what's happening. He ends up pressed against the wall, Leoben crowding against him, and now Leoben's mouth is on his neck, up close to his ear, Leoben's hand around his neck. "Brother," he whispers.
Sam feels something race through him, electric and hot, like he's touched a live wire with his bare hands. "Frak you."
"All right," Leoben says with a laugh. "If you want." He pulls back to look at Sam, and then his eyes glaze over, his mouth falling open in sudden surprise.
Kara. She's pressed up behind Leoben now, her hand rubbing where Sam's had been a few moments before."I guess it does work," she says, and her voice is strange, tense but not angry. "You hurt him and I'll kill you so you never come back, Leoben."
"I won't hurt him. I won't hurt you. I love you, Kara. And Sam, for he is one of us." Leoben has that look on his face again, eyes faraway. "Lines in the pattern, crossing each other like webs in God's design. One thread snaps, and it untangles us all."
"Shut. Up." Kara is unbuttoning Leoben's pants. "Just shut up about God, about love, about all of it. This isn't about love. It's not about God, or the gods, or frakking fate. It's sex. So shut up."
Leoben laughs, and leans his back to kiss her. Right before his mouth touches hers, he whispers, "There is reverence here, Kara. I promise you."
Kara tangles her fingers in Leoben's hair, pulls him towards her, and kisses him.
Sam should feel something about this, watching Kara as she touches Leoben. Or maybe he should struggle against Leoben's hand around his neck. But he doesn't tell her to stop, and he doesn't struggle. There's a few moments where everything gets lost in a tangle of limbs and clothes and harsh, panting breaths; when he's aware of himself again, he finds he's pressed up naked against the all with Leoben on his knees in front of him, his cock in Leoben's mouth. Kara is on her knees behind Leoben, biting his shoulder, his neck, his back.
Each time her mouth closes over skin, Leoben shudders and his mouth tightens, and Sam shoves his hips forward and drives his cock down Leoben's throat. He's got a hand in Leoben's hair again, pulling him forward roughly. Leoben's skin is turning red from Kara's bites, her teeth leaving fierce white imprints in his skin. She's got one hand around Leoben's cock, jerking him off while he sucks Sam, and that live-wire electricity is buzzing now. It races down his skin like his nerves are on fire.
Leoben looks up at him, Sam's cock in his mouth, and his eyes flash red. That flash echoes through Sam's body and he comes with a low, muffled shout, shoving his own hand in his mouth to stifle the noise. He barely hears Leoben come with a low groan, and when Sam opens his eyes he sees Leoben on the floor, panting, drawing the back of his hand over his mouth. "You felt that," Leoben says quietly. "Don't lie and tell me you didn't."
Sam doesn't lie, but he doesn't say anything, either. He looks at Kara, who is breathing hard, still aroused, her eyes bright and her face flushed. She is running her fingers over the marks she left on Leoben's shoulder. There's blood there, just a little, edging around the purpled bruises. She leans down and kisses Leoben's marks, the gesture surprisingly gentle. He closes his eyes and sighs.
Sam moves away from the wall, goes over to Kara, and kisses her. "I love you," he says, holding her in his arms for a moment. She smells like sweat and herself and Leoben and him. Sam turns her in his arms so her back is to his chest, then nods at Leoben.
"Sam--" she says, gasping. "What are you--" Her question falls off as Leoben crawls forward, catlike, reaching out and spreading her legs. Leoben pulls off her pants and her underwear, moving to lie between her legs. He kisses the inside of her thigh, soft kisses, his hands smoothing up and down her body.
"Shhh," Leoben says to her, fingers stroking over her skin. "I'm not going to hurt you."
"Frak you," Kara hisses, defiant, reaching out to press her fingers into the bruises on his shoulder. She gives a sharp smile when Leoben shudders from the pain, but her smirk turns into a groan as Leoben puts his mouth between her legs. Her free hand twines with Sam's and he holds her while she writhes. Leoben holds her still with his hands on her hips, but Kara twists and arches as much as she is able.
Despite Leoben's gentleness, his near-reverence at being allowed to touch her, Kara is still pressing against his bite marks. Every now and then Sam sees the muscles in Leoben's back tense as she hurts him, but he never stops. It doesn't take Kara long. It never does.
Leoben raises his head, mouth wet. He smiles at Kara, a half-grin, looking pleased with himself.
"I made you bleed, you motherfrakker," Kara says lazily, panting. Her words lack any real heat.
"I made you come," Leoben says back, and Sam laughs. He can't help himself.
He's not sure if the quiet that surrounds them in the aftermath is reverence or not. But he feels better, less angry, so maybe Leoben was right after all.
For Meresy, thanks to Snoopypez for the beta. Title from Remy Zero's Shadowcasting.
left for fire
He has no idea how this happened.
He could blame the liquor, maybe. Kara, when she's in a mind to get frakked up, can do so with dizzying speed. And he keeps up with her for reasons he's not sure about. Come to think of it, Sam does a lot of things for Kara for reasons he's not sure about. Thinking too much about it gives him a headache, and he's scared (Cylon; the word is always there, lurking below the surface of his thoughts), and Kara is pressed against him, her mouth warm against his, and there is nothing he wants to do right now as much as he wants to forget.
If he closes his eyes, he can kiss Kara and remember how it was on New Caprica. Maybe that ended with her being kidnapped and him almost dying, but they'd had some good times together before it all went to hell.
So much of his time with her is stolen moments of happiness lodged between horror and war. It's frightening to think how he's become used to that.
What he's not used to, though, is the man standing behind him. Leoben, Kara's once-jailer, the man Sam had practically tried to beat to death on the Demetrius. The man--machine, whatever--who is obsessed with his wife. A Cylon.
You're a Cylon. Sam shoves the thought away. He's going to forget about it for fifteen frakking minutes, if he can.
Leoben's hands are warm on his shoulders. Leoben's saying something, one of those frakked-up metaphors he likes about water and energy and currents, and Kara makes a little noise like a growl and pulls her mouth away. "Leoben," she says, voice gone husky. "Shut the hell up."
Leoben shuts up. He does this by pressing his mouth to the back of Sam's neck, and heat shoots down Sam's body all the way to his groin. Kara gives a little unkind laugh. "Thought you were obsessed with me, you stupid frakking toaster."
For one horrifying second, Sam thinks she's talking to him.
"Both of you shut up," Sam says harshly, turning around. Leoben is watching him with calm eyes and a guarded expression. "So," Sam says, shoving at him. Leoben moves backwards easily, unresisting. "You see everything that happens, do you?" He doesn't wait for Leoben to answer. He's tired of all that frakking prophet-speak, anyway. He gets Leoben pressed against the all and slams his hands on either side of the Leoben's head, wincing as his palms strike the hard metal bulkhead. "You see this one coming?"
Sam lowers his mouth and kisses him. Leoben's body stills but he opens his mouth. Sam growls and kisses him harder, bites his lower lip, shoves himself against him again and again. Leoben takes it; doesn't move away, doesn't try and shove Sam back. He just kisses him, puts his hand low on Sam's back, rubbing against his spine.
"Frak," he hears Kara breathe, and then she's pressed up against him. "Sam, what the frak are you doing?" she murmurs, her breath hot against his back.
"Shutting him up," Sam says, pulling back. He reaches down and presses his palm against Leoben's cock through his pants. Leoben groans, his eyes sliding closed. "Maybe you should have tried this on New Caprica."
"It wasn't him talking that was the frakking problem," Kara mutters, and her hands slide under Sam's tanks, her fingers cool against his back. "Frak, Sam," she says again, watching as Sam continues to rub his palm up and down the length of Leoben's cock.
Leoben's eyes open--they don't look so calm, now. His hand is fisted in Sam's shirt, his breathing ragged. Sam shouldn't be surprised when Leoben starts talking. "I saw the potential for violence when I beheld you on Kara's ship, could feel the threads that bind us pull tight--"
"We have no threads. We have nothing," Sam hisses, pushing in harder, and he leans forward to bite Leoben's neck. "I frakking hate you."
Leoben's entire body shudders as Sam's teeth clamp down on his skin. "Maybe you do. But you are bound to me." Leoben's hips push forward, and then he grabs Sam's hair, yanking his head away, moving fast, too fast for Sam to orient himself to what's happening. He ends up pressed against the wall, Leoben crowding against him, and now Leoben's mouth is on his neck, up close to his ear, Leoben's hand around his neck. "Brother," he whispers.
Sam feels something race through him, electric and hot, like he's touched a live wire with his bare hands. "Frak you."
"All right," Leoben says with a laugh. "If you want." He pulls back to look at Sam, and then his eyes glaze over, his mouth falling open in sudden surprise.
Kara. She's pressed up behind Leoben now, her hand rubbing where Sam's had been a few moments before."I guess it does work," she says, and her voice is strange, tense but not angry. "You hurt him and I'll kill you so you never come back, Leoben."
"I won't hurt him. I won't hurt you. I love you, Kara. And Sam, for he is one of us." Leoben has that look on his face again, eyes faraway. "Lines in the pattern, crossing each other like webs in God's design. One thread snaps, and it untangles us all."
"Shut. Up." Kara is unbuttoning Leoben's pants. "Just shut up about God, about love, about all of it. This isn't about love. It's not about God, or the gods, or frakking fate. It's sex. So shut up."
Leoben laughs, and leans his back to kiss her. Right before his mouth touches hers, he whispers, "There is reverence here, Kara. I promise you."
Kara tangles her fingers in Leoben's hair, pulls him towards her, and kisses him.
Sam should feel something about this, watching Kara as she touches Leoben. Or maybe he should struggle against Leoben's hand around his neck. But he doesn't tell her to stop, and he doesn't struggle. There's a few moments where everything gets lost in a tangle of limbs and clothes and harsh, panting breaths; when he's aware of himself again, he finds he's pressed up naked against the all with Leoben on his knees in front of him, his cock in Leoben's mouth. Kara is on her knees behind Leoben, biting his shoulder, his neck, his back.
Each time her mouth closes over skin, Leoben shudders and his mouth tightens, and Sam shoves his hips forward and drives his cock down Leoben's throat. He's got a hand in Leoben's hair again, pulling him forward roughly. Leoben's skin is turning red from Kara's bites, her teeth leaving fierce white imprints in his skin. She's got one hand around Leoben's cock, jerking him off while he sucks Sam, and that live-wire electricity is buzzing now. It races down his skin like his nerves are on fire.
Leoben looks up at him, Sam's cock in his mouth, and his eyes flash red. That flash echoes through Sam's body and he comes with a low, muffled shout, shoving his own hand in his mouth to stifle the noise. He barely hears Leoben come with a low groan, and when Sam opens his eyes he sees Leoben on the floor, panting, drawing the back of his hand over his mouth. "You felt that," Leoben says quietly. "Don't lie and tell me you didn't."
Sam doesn't lie, but he doesn't say anything, either. He looks at Kara, who is breathing hard, still aroused, her eyes bright and her face flushed. She is running her fingers over the marks she left on Leoben's shoulder. There's blood there, just a little, edging around the purpled bruises. She leans down and kisses Leoben's marks, the gesture surprisingly gentle. He closes his eyes and sighs.
Sam moves away from the wall, goes over to Kara, and kisses her. "I love you," he says, holding her in his arms for a moment. She smells like sweat and herself and Leoben and him. Sam turns her in his arms so her back is to his chest, then nods at Leoben.
"Sam--" she says, gasping. "What are you--" Her question falls off as Leoben crawls forward, catlike, reaching out and spreading her legs. Leoben pulls off her pants and her underwear, moving to lie between her legs. He kisses the inside of her thigh, soft kisses, his hands smoothing up and down her body.
"Shhh," Leoben says to her, fingers stroking over her skin. "I'm not going to hurt you."
"Frak you," Kara hisses, defiant, reaching out to press her fingers into the bruises on his shoulder. She gives a sharp smile when Leoben shudders from the pain, but her smirk turns into a groan as Leoben puts his mouth between her legs. Her free hand twines with Sam's and he holds her while she writhes. Leoben holds her still with his hands on her hips, but Kara twists and arches as much as she is able.
Despite Leoben's gentleness, his near-reverence at being allowed to touch her, Kara is still pressing against his bite marks. Every now and then Sam sees the muscles in Leoben's back tense as she hurts him, but he never stops. It doesn't take Kara long. It never does.
Leoben raises his head, mouth wet. He smiles at Kara, a half-grin, looking pleased with himself.
"I made you bleed, you motherfrakker," Kara says lazily, panting. Her words lack any real heat.
"I made you come," Leoben says back, and Sam laughs. He can't help himself.
He's not sure if the quiet that surrounds them in the aftermath is reverence or not. But he feels better, less angry, so maybe Leoben was right after all.