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Author's Voice of Warning (aka Author's Note):
English is not my first language; it's German. This is the best I can
do. Any mistakes you find in here, collect them and you might win a
prize. The spell-checker said everything's okay, but you know how
trustworthy those thingies are.....
Background: Chris and Ezra are shape shifters,
and a bond forms between them. Ezra becomes the last member of
Chris' team in law enforcement.
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Saturday. A day that, in a normal week, should be spent at home. But
the week had been far from normal and after an unknown virus had wiped
out half of Section 7's computers, a lot of the teams had been required
to put in overtime to rebuild what had been lost. The virus itself had
been identified and terminated, but the damage had been done. Among the
grumbling men and women laboring to bring their own files back into order,
was the Chimera team. Nathan had chosen his office cubical in the medical
ward for his work, since most of his data files were of a medical nature
anyway. JD had joined the computer hackers two levels down, fortifying
the system against a possible, new virus and finding out where the other
one had come from. Josiah had gone to check on the Chimera's systems,
since his computer was linked to the ship's. Chris and Ezra were currently
the only ones out on the office floor. Vin and Buck were busy inside
Chris's office, using the adjoining briefing room to spread the data
files they had been loaded with to sort.
Ezra was sitting at his desk, staring at a an old-fashioned paper
notepad, playing with the antique fountain-pen Buck had given him. He
treasured the wooden pen with its gold linings. He liked to use it when
not working with the computer pad, even though JD always joked that he
was taking steps back into the stone age. Ezra had a weak spot for the
little things in life, the small splurges he allowed himself, and Buck
had picked up on it, showing his astute sense of observation when he
had bought the pen.
Ezra raised his eyes and looked at where Chris
was sitting at Vin's desk, frowning at the mountain of files. Vin's scribbles
were always hard to read and while typing didn't require a good handwriting,
the side notes stuck into each folder were hell. The thief smiled briefly
at his lover's expression of mild exasperation. Both of them had had
other plans for the weekend, involving a trip to P14-69, but that had
been canceled. Oh well, the faster they got this mess sorted out, the
faster they would be home in their quarters and could....
Ezra smiled more, his thumb unconsciously rubbing up and down the
wooden fountain-pen. He felt something spark across the Bond and Chris
suddenly tensed,. Ezra frowned and then it hit him. They hadn't really
experimented with that new side of their connection yet.... had left
it alone because too much had intervened for a leisurely experiment.
Of course, both men knew that pain transmitted and that the receiving
end of such a transmission could tell where his partner had been hurt,
but that was business. They had never really explored the pleasure part.
His smile widened. No time like the present. Drawing his thumb along
the pen, Ezra kept his eyes on Chris, gauging the reaction. He wasn't
disappointed as the man in black started again, hips making an odd twitching
notion. Keeping up the motion, the thief let the sensation trickle along
the Bond, falling back into the relaxed state of mind he had had when
they had tried this over a much greater distance, both of them in tubs
at the time.
Chris's head came around and wide hazel eyes met green
ones. His mouth opened, but Ezra didn't give him a chance to speak as
he raised the pen to his lips and let his tongue play around the blunt
end. Chris's eyes closed, screwed shut, and his face was a sudden grimace
of pleasure. A devilish smile lit up Ezra's face as he continued to play
with his favorite pen. To anyone looking in from the outside, it was
a most innocent display. An absent-minded brush of fingers over hard
wood, a tongue darting out, lips closing over the pen, suckling thoughtfully.
To the two men involved, the two linked together, it was far from innocent.
Chris had started to slide down the chair, hands clenched into the
armrests, and his hips bucked involuntarily as Ezra proceeded to suck
more earnestly, his tongue rolling over the pen. With more abandon He
knew his lover was having quite a problem right now. He could feel the
almost torturous pleasure of the hardness in those tight pants, straining,
trying to find release. Ezra smiled, closing his fist around the pen,
squeezing, then pulling it slowly out with his other hand.
A low, erotic moan drifted over from where Chris had his head thrown
back, making moves to follow that sweet touch. Ezra fondled the pen,
rubbing, licking, sucking, massaging, and generally driving his lover
crazy, denying him release. Chris hadn't even tried to open his pants
and Ezra had enough control over him a the moment to prevent that particular
His eyes suddenly fell on the two, silver orbs on his desk. A memento
from Josiah, who had claimed these orbs had magical powers of relaxation
when used correctly. He had shown Ezra how to roll them around in on
hand, a game for agile fingers. Ezra had immediately caught on, grinning
as he had twisted the Qi-Gong balls in his palm. Now that grin was back,
but for completely different reasons. He took the orbs out of the small
crate they always rested in, and then he turned to the Bond.
Chris didn't know what to do. He needed release. Now! This was pure
torture and his partner was enjoying it. But Larabee wouldn't beg. No,
he wouldn't give in. No words had fallen, nothing but sensations had
come over the Bond, and he wouldn't be the one to cave in.
Something dragged along his painfully hard member and he gave a harsh
gasp, hips rising into the invisible but very much real touch. His fingers
dug into the chair's armrest and he tried to sink lower without sliding
off. He wanted nothing more than to get rid off his jeans, feel Ezra's
mouth on him, his fingers and....
Chris whimpered, unable to do more. What was his lover doing to him?
Rational thought left him as not only his arousal but also his balls
were suddenly involved in the incredibly sensual attack. It was so real,
so incredibly good... too much! Way too much! He felt like part of his
brain was short-circuiting and the pressure of his pants against his
sensitive hardness did nothing to ease it.
Lips dragged over him, suckled, licked, kissed.... everywhere.
mouth opened and he soundlessly mewled as Ezra dragged gentle teeth over
him, soothing the sensation with his tongue and lips.
He wasn't going to survive this! Ezra was killing him!
Feverish hazel eyes opened to look at his lover. Ezra's expression
was pure devilish, feral lust. His lips nibbled at the pen and Chris
jerked, whimpering softly. Then he screwed his eyes shut again, as the
feelings increased, taking him higher and higher, just to leave him hanging.
He was close to ripping the arm rests off, but even that thought evaporated
as Ezra changed tactics.
When Buck heard the sound he frowned, then shook his head and concentrated
back on his work. He must have been mistaken. Then he heard it again:
a sound as if somebody was taking a sharp breath, or like a muffled sob.
It sounded a little like ... Chris? Now, this was odd... Buck rose
and stepped to the door only to fight his jaw from hitting the floor
at the sight of his friend, his boss.
Chris was sitting in his chair, all right. Well, he was more slumped
in it, his fists clenched tightly around the armrest, knuckles
white at the effort. His head had fallen back, resting on the chair's
back, and he was panting heavily, obviously trying to keep quiet. There
was a fine sheen of sweat on his face and he was grimacing. What the
A hand touched his back , and Buck turned around. Vin was standing
behind him, giving him a partly amused partly teasing smile as he nodded
his head toward Ezra. Buck peeked around the half closed door and understood
immediately as he saw the expression on the thief's face -- and
what he was doing with the fountain-pen in his hands at the moment. The
fountain-pen that had been a gift from Buck.
If that wasn't enough of a clue, he saw Chris hips bucking as Ezra
nibbled at the pen, his eyes never leaving his lover, and Buck couldn't
completely suppress a moan. Ezra's eyes held a feral, highly erotic
expression, a predator stalking his prey, playing with it. Buck noticed
his breathing quickening as well, his blood concentrating its way down
south all of a sudden. Boy, if this wasn't one of the hottest things
he had ever witnessed ...
The pressure on his back increased and he found himself being
caught in a hot, deep passionate kiss. Obviously Vin had had the same
thought. Buck knew that his lover could become a whirlwind of passion
if being given the right ideas, and right at the moment he was in the
middle of a tropical storm. The door was quietly shut. Another hardly
suppressed moan could be heard and Buck gave in as Vin pulled him down
on top of him.
Chris knew he was dying. Excruciatingly slow and while wrapped in
a haze of absolute, sheer bliss. His breaths came as labored pants as
he felt Ezra's hands knead, massage, tease, along with the licks, strokes
and kisses of those talented lips. He was spiraling out of control.
as he thought he would finally get release, the delicious touches disappeared
and he voiced his displeasure in a groan, which almost transformed into
a shriek that he was barely able to suppress when he was entered. Chris
didn't know how Ezra was doing it and the thought of just turning his
head to find out required too much energy. He raised his hips, feeling
the hot passage into him once more, sending stabs of ecstasy through
his overloading mind.
Ezra's rhythm changed, taking him hard, only to slow down, denying
him again and again the sweetness of release. Chris felt sweat run down
his back, his black shirt sticking to his shoulder blades, his arms trembling
from exertion. His leg muscles were equally overpowered and his whole
body was slowly turning into an over-sensitized mass of simple reactions.
No more action, just reacting to the stimuli from the Bond.
Please, he thought feverishly to himself, still fighting the need
to beg his lover over the Bond for an end. Please, please, please.....
Ezra took him slowly again, taking his time, and a hand found his
straining member, rubbing him gently, fondling his balls. Chris whimpered.
The rhythm changed again, growing harder and he started to hump the invisible
infiltrator. Faster and harder. Until he came with a raspy exclamation
of pleasure and pain, his whole body relaxing this one single moment,
sheer euphoria coursing through his overtaxed mind. His heart was hammering
in his chest and he was aware of his breathless gasps, the panting, his
need to draw in oxygen.
Ezra put down the fountain-pen, smiling as he rose to walk over to
the boneless heap in black that was his partner. Chris's face was flushed,
a fine sheen of sweat on his skin, and there was a tell-tale patch of
wetness on the black jeans. Damn, he was a sight to see, Ezra thought,
tingles racing down his spine as his eyes raked over the lean form. Fully
clothed but still as sexy and desirable as if he were naked. He approached
the spent man and watched as glassy, hazel eyes opened, an expression
of utter content in them.
Ezra swung one leg over the stretched out legs and sat himself onto
the muscular thighs, making sure Chris wouldn't buckle under the additional
weight. His hands were on the back of the chair, giving him enough balance
not to fall onto his partner. He leaned forward, making sure to put pressure
on exactly the points he wanted to, and initiated a long, slow kiss.
It was soft and sweet, and Chris returned it, sighing into Ezra's mouth
as their tongues met in a tantalizing dance.
As they separated, Chris's eyes held an expression that clearly said,
'I don't know what you just did, but hell, it was damn good!'
Ezra allowed himself a mischievous smile. He knew how good it had
'And you know I'll have revenge?' was added just as clearly.
The thief's eyes danced with the challenge he silently called out.
He wouldn't have it any other way and he let his lover know it as he
bent down for a second kiss that had them nipping at each other like
A sudden noise from Chris's office made them look up and
Ezra had to chuckle softly. Chris shot him a 'is it what I think it is?'
look, brows drawn down a fraction.
Ezra gave him a knowing smile and a shrug. It seemed like they weren't
the only ones enjoying the overtime. He made moves to rise, but Chris
grabbed a handful of his t-shirt and pulled him down into a passionate
kiss that stole the thief's breath away. Hell, Larabee was one heck of
a kisser and he proved it again and again! Chris was putting all his
skill, all his sexual power into it.
He felt the other hand crawl up his thigh and come to rest between
his legs. Just resting there. No pressure, no movement, just the warmth
against him, cupping him. And then the images started. Ezra's breathing
hitched as Chris started to send small things, innocent things, that
weren't so innocent at all. Combined with the equally not to innocent
noises from the office, Ezra was starting to experience a problem.
One heck of a problem!
He moaned, pushing into the hand, and his own hands clenched into
the black material over Chris's shoulder. Lips described a fiery trail
down his exposed throat, teeth nibbling teasingly. The images became
more intense and Ezra was afraid he'd rip the shirt apart any moment.
From inside the office came a barely muffled cry of completion and Ezra's
eyes snapped open, finding the hazel ones of his lover.
Please, he begged with his eyes only.
It was Chris's turn to look maliciously at his excited lover, and
he licked his lips, still not moving his hand.
Please! Ezra's eyes begged.
No, was the answer and the thief tried to grind himself deeper into
the motionless fingers.
Ezra screwed his eyes shut, trembling, teeth biting his lower lip
as Chris started to increase the output of his side of the Bond. When
the blond finally wriggled his fingers experimentally, Ezra jumped, whimpering.
He wanted more, he needed more, but Chris didn't give any. While not
exactly using the same technique as Standish had before, the older man
didn't touch bare skin either. He didn't even really touch the hardness
now straining against the material of the pants.
What was coming in over the Bond wasn't helping, either way. Ezra
inhaled sharply at the emotional overload he was receiving, his shields
down, not even thinking about raising them. Chris was pouring all what
he had felt into the connection between them, letting his lover know
what the experience had been like. Ezra felt his legs quiver, his breathing
quicken, and his lips opened as he started to gasp. Chris's fingers moved,
single points of utter pleasure through the fabric of his jeans. Not
really touching, but sending impulses nonetheless.
Ezra let his head sink to his chest, quivering with need. His fingers
felt like they had permanently latched onto Chris's shoulders, digging
into the skin and muscles. His lover drew his thumb over the bulge and
Ezra arched his back, pushing his hips into the teasing touch.
Oh god. Oh godohgodohGAWD!
Ezra's eyes snapped open, feverish, almost delirious heat washing
over him as Chris sent him more of his personal experience. Sweat was
running down Ezra's body and his whole being ached for release.
Please! he pleaded with the lust-filled hazel eyes. Chris, please....
Larabee grabbed a handful of his shirt and drew him down into a long,
slow, sensual kiss. Ezra tried to deepen it, but with no success. He
whimpered his plea, pushing into the passive fingers. Chris sent a silent,
wordless suggestion and Ezra followed, relocating his aching fingers
to the back of the chair. His heart was hammering, his breathing was
mere pants, and his head hung down. Chris slowly, sensually withdrew
his hand, leaving Ezra crying wordlessly for it to return, his other
hand still tangled in the shirt. The images over the Bond intensified,
battering into the thief's already overtaxed mind, joined by sensations
that were too much for him to understand rationally. He simply reacted
to it all, fingers digging deep into the chair's back.
Chris smiled, licking along the sweaty neck, steadily increasing his
output. And in one instance, he sank his teeth lightly into the juncture
of neck and shoulder. Ezra came with a hoarse gasp. He shuddered violently,
collapsing forward, and Chris wrapped his arms around the slender waist.
Ezra was trembling, hands still clutching the chair for support. His
breath came in harsh little gasps and he started as a pair of soft lips
kissed his jaw. Chris's arms were around his waist, keeping him close,
and he didn't really want to move at all. The lips nibbled their way
down his neck, gentle, soft, not trying to arouse. After a while,
the thief opened his eyes and raised his head enough to look at his lover,
seeing merriment dance in those normally hard hazel eyes. It simply amazed
him how Chris could turn from the hard assed commander into the gentle,
passionate man he knew.
"You bit me," he murmured, exhaustion in his voice.
Chris touched the mark. The skin was unbroken. "Yeah."
A noise from inside the office made them both look at the closed doors,
smiling. Apparently, the pair in there was still at it.
"Stamina," Ezra remarked.
Chris chuckled as he saw the smile blossom on the sated features of
"All because of one little pen," the thief went on thoughtfully.
heck of a pen," Chris agreed, the full meaning of what had occurred really
hitting him for the first time. The tub had been amazing, but this had
been.... beyond words. "And I wouldn't exactly call it 'little'."
mischievous grin was back. The noises from inside the office had subsided.
Chris wondered just how much Buck and Vin had seen before turning to
their own entertainment, or if the whole encounter in his office was
even based on what he and Ezra had been up to outside. He shot a glance
at his lover and saw a calculating look in those pale green eyes, but
Ezra didn't give any of his thoughts away.
"We should get cleaned up," Chris murmured, smoothing some wrinkles
in Ezra's t-shirt.
The thief looked down to their still joined laps and smiled ruefully.
Neither man made any move to get up.
"Someone could come here any minute," Chris tried again.
"A possibility, yes."
"Might be a tad embarrassing."
A grin lit up the handsome face and Chris sighed deeply. Damn if that
grin wasn't infuriating, annoying as hell, ... and simply Ezra. He gave
Ezra a last kiss and then gave him a little push off his lap. He didn't
really want to lose the familiar, warm weight, but there was time for
more of this in the privacy of their quarters. Right now, they were actually
on duty. He shot a little reminder of that fact over the Bond, pointing
out their, up till now, unbroken policy never to get physical while on
"Spoil sport," Ezra mumbled. "And it's not exactly duty hours,
either. We're pulling overtime on a weekend that should, by all means,
have been free."
Chris carefully got out of his chair, feeling a bit stiff. His eyes
sparkled with humor. "The faster we get this over with, the sooner we
can go home."
Ezra glanced down his front, then inspected his own jeans. "Guess
we have to go home anyway..."
"Unless you keep spare wardrobe somewhere...?"
Another grin. "No, but as of today, I'll better have." He looked at
the pants again. "We might try cleaning up a little... and leave it to
dry on its own. At least that way we won't make complete fools out of
Both men proceeded toward the office bathroom, both a
bit shaky from the rush.
"Damn, I could use a massage," Chris muttered and flexed his shoulder
Ezra's eyes lit up with a well-known expression and Chris grinned.
There was always tonight.
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