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applecameronOld Man's Dreams
by SV
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"Grandfather, tell us a story. About Babylon 5."
"Yes! Yes! Tell us about the Rangers!" The little boy was almost jumping up and down in front of Lennier.
"No...grandfather's sleeping..we'll ask him for a story when he wakes up."
The voices followed a very old Minbari down into dreams.
"What are you thinking?"
"Me?" The accent was all innocence, even as Marcus' face said otherwise. "Nothing."
"I am experiencing difficulty believing you."
With all the mock seriousness the young Ranger could muster, sprawled across the sheets of his bed in what Lennier had learned to classify as a 'come-hither' pose: "You should have taken Ranger training, Lennier, there's all kinds of things you could have experienced difficulty believing. Including this."
He held out his hands to the Minbari ambassadorial aide. "I want you. Clothing optional. Very optional. Come here."
Lennier perched on the bed, and studied the intense human. Quite attractive by human standards. By Minbari, of course, he was strange, although one could argue that the silky black hair was as complex and unique as his own crest. Lennier lay a hand on Marcus's hair. The rustle, the fine smoothness, had yet to lose it's ability to arouse him.
"Ah." Marcus. Putting the Minbari's thumb in his mouth and nipping lightly. The sensation made Lennier feel weak in his joints.
"Lay down." The Ranger instructed. "Let me."
Ever so slowly, Marcus began removing Lennier's clothing, exploring the other's flesh as he did so. "You know, even after all this time, there's something new about you every day for me to discover?"
"Like what?"
"Like how it makes you feel if I do this --"
Lennier moaned.
"Why Lennier, what's this suspicious-looking bulge?"
His voice was a little strained. Marcus had removed only half of Lennier's clothing, and he was already this excited. It occurred to him that he wouldn't outlast his wardrobe. Still: "Why, Marcus, didn't you put it there?" This man drove him simply insane. In more ways than one.
"Me?" Marcus felt the cotton pants he wore as pajamas. "Nope, mine's still here."
"You."
"Me. Yes." He nipped at Lennier's lower belly. "I'm incorrigble. I know."
This time, Lennier's voice buckled and cracked. "Marcus. Make love to me."
The Ranger was almost surprised. An odd sadness as they both recognized the rarity of the request. Of the use of the word 'love'.
Marcus straddled Lennier's 'suspicious bulge' and near-draped himself over the Minbari's bare chest.
"Lennier." He traced the outline of Lennier's jaw. "Believe me when I tell you there isn't anything I'd rather do. Anything."
"Then do it. I just want to be with you."
The Ranger's face was suspended over his own, and the wonder and clarity on that face made him want to cry. "I don't want to leave you."
"Hush. It's not for another week. And I swear, I will visit. You won't be gone that long."
* It'll only _feel_ like forever.*
"It'll only feel like forever."
Marcus silenced him with his mouth, moving soundlessly up and down against his body, drinking in the cries Lennier made. Cries from the core of him, as their pleasure expanded and spun out from the Ranger's bed.
Circling the Minbari's lips with his tongue, stealing little soft kisses from him, and gasps.
Lennier could feel himself dissolving into a pool of desire, limbs loosening under the massaging touch of the other man. All he wanted was right here on this bed. His lips, the silky fur, the long muscle, there was nothing else, there didn't need to be anything else.
His desire was slowly growing more frantic as Marcus moved their bodies together - this Ranger who lived and died for the One, moving in his arms, blessing him with their pleasure.
Rippling soft cries as the two moved more quickly, Lennier holding Marcus to him, holding their groins together as Marcus struggled out of his pants and freed Lennier from the bulk of his clothing. Swiftly lubricated himself.
Marcus was almost giggling as he moved down and licked Lennier's belly, then engulfed and released his erection so quickly all Lennier could do was gasp. And then Marcus was covering him again, a living blanket of muscle and milky skin and bright piercing eyes. Covering and inside him, filling him, his legs spreading open to this bird-soul come to claim him.
Bird eyes that pierced right to the soul of him as he came. Surrendering to pressure at the very core of him. Gasping under the Ranger's body, eyes locked on his as pleasure shuddered through him. Eyes that closed as the human came, his orgasm pulling them both to the brink of ecstacy.
It was a while before souls re-entered bodies and the Minbari was capable of speech. "Yes. You. Please visit."
"For you, Lennier, anything."
Grandfather Lennier awoke, feeling warm pleasure after his dream and a little...bulge. "Oh." He whispered to the empty room. Then with a sound very nearly a giggle, slid his hands beneath his covers.
by SV
Archived by author's permission
"Grandfather, tell us a story. About Babylon 5."
"Yes! Yes! Tell us about the Rangers!" The little boy was almost jumping up and down in front of Lennier.
"No...grandfather's sleeping..we'll ask him for a story when he wakes up."
The voices followed a very old Minbari down into dreams.
"What are you thinking?"
"Me?" The accent was all innocence, even as Marcus' face said otherwise. "Nothing."
"I am experiencing difficulty believing you."
With all the mock seriousness the young Ranger could muster, sprawled across the sheets of his bed in what Lennier had learned to classify as a 'come-hither' pose: "You should have taken Ranger training, Lennier, there's all kinds of things you could have experienced difficulty believing. Including this."
He held out his hands to the Minbari ambassadorial aide. "I want you. Clothing optional. Very optional. Come here."
Lennier perched on the bed, and studied the intense human. Quite attractive by human standards. By Minbari, of course, he was strange, although one could argue that the silky black hair was as complex and unique as his own crest. Lennier lay a hand on Marcus's hair. The rustle, the fine smoothness, had yet to lose it's ability to arouse him.
"Ah." Marcus. Putting the Minbari's thumb in his mouth and nipping lightly. The sensation made Lennier feel weak in his joints.
"Lay down." The Ranger instructed. "Let me."
Ever so slowly, Marcus began removing Lennier's clothing, exploring the other's flesh as he did so. "You know, even after all this time, there's something new about you every day for me to discover?"
"Like what?"
"Like how it makes you feel if I do this --"
Lennier moaned.
"Why Lennier, what's this suspicious-looking bulge?"
His voice was a little strained. Marcus had removed only half of Lennier's clothing, and he was already this excited. It occurred to him that he wouldn't outlast his wardrobe. Still: "Why, Marcus, didn't you put it there?" This man drove him simply insane. In more ways than one.
"Me?" Marcus felt the cotton pants he wore as pajamas. "Nope, mine's still here."
"You."
"Me. Yes." He nipped at Lennier's lower belly. "I'm incorrigble. I know."
This time, Lennier's voice buckled and cracked. "Marcus. Make love to me."
The Ranger was almost surprised. An odd sadness as they both recognized the rarity of the request. Of the use of the word 'love'.
Marcus straddled Lennier's 'suspicious bulge' and near-draped himself over the Minbari's bare chest.
"Lennier." He traced the outline of Lennier's jaw. "Believe me when I tell you there isn't anything I'd rather do. Anything."
"Then do it. I just want to be with you."
The Ranger's face was suspended over his own, and the wonder and clarity on that face made him want to cry. "I don't want to leave you."
"Hush. It's not for another week. And I swear, I will visit. You won't be gone that long."
* It'll only _feel_ like forever.*
"It'll only feel like forever."
Marcus silenced him with his mouth, moving soundlessly up and down against his body, drinking in the cries Lennier made. Cries from the core of him, as their pleasure expanded and spun out from the Ranger's bed.
Circling the Minbari's lips with his tongue, stealing little soft kisses from him, and gasps.
Lennier could feel himself dissolving into a pool of desire, limbs loosening under the massaging touch of the other man. All he wanted was right here on this bed. His lips, the silky fur, the long muscle, there was nothing else, there didn't need to be anything else.
His desire was slowly growing more frantic as Marcus moved their bodies together - this Ranger who lived and died for the One, moving in his arms, blessing him with their pleasure.
Rippling soft cries as the two moved more quickly, Lennier holding Marcus to him, holding their groins together as Marcus struggled out of his pants and freed Lennier from the bulk of his clothing. Swiftly lubricated himself.
Marcus was almost giggling as he moved down and licked Lennier's belly, then engulfed and released his erection so quickly all Lennier could do was gasp. And then Marcus was covering him again, a living blanket of muscle and milky skin and bright piercing eyes. Covering and inside him, filling him, his legs spreading open to this bird-soul come to claim him.
Bird eyes that pierced right to the soul of him as he came. Surrendering to pressure at the very core of him. Gasping under the Ranger's body, eyes locked on his as pleasure shuddered through him. Eyes that closed as the human came, his orgasm pulling them both to the brink of ecstacy.
It was a while before souls re-entered bodies and the Minbari was capable of speech. "Yes. You. Please visit."
"For you, Lennier, anything."
Grandfather Lennier awoke, feeling warm pleasure after his dream and a little...bulge. "Oh." He whispered to the empty room. Then with a sound very nearly a giggle, slid his hands beneath his covers.