I wrote a fic tonight.
And I suck at the PWP, I does. But I wrote it anyway, in response to spielcheck's threesome challenge. The challenge was, sex that is a one-sided threesome, as in, Baltar and Six have sex with Kara Thrace.
It's, you know, porn. With a Cylon in it!
darchildre = evil enabler.
Title: Following the Script
Author: Bethos
Fandom: Battlestar Galactica
Disclaimer: These people aren't mine, I just kinda perv about them.
Rating: Hard R/NC-17, more or less.
Other: Total PWP. Woo!
"I know how to win her, Gaius."
Her hand slides into the front pocket of his trousers, teasing his erection as her teeth nip at his ear.
"What?" Gaius stares blankly at the screens of his Cylon detector, although it's not them he's looking at - or anything at all, really; the focus of attention is the way his cock jumps even now at the feel of her fingers through the fabric.The damp sheen of sweat on his forehead, the jaggedness of his breathing, the dilation of his pupils, all would indicate evidence of his arousal to the clinical eye, which isn't to say that he's doing much to hide it. He has been wandering around in a feverish haze of sex for days now, as Six has grown more and more rampant in her attentions, and people stare at him wherever he goes, not that he gets to leave the lab very often. A shower now and again. Somehow other people manage to be a few stalls away from him in the communal bathroom when they can help it. That suits Gaius fine. It's hard to complain. Largely because it's impossible to think clearly.
"She'll be here again soon," Six breathes, her lips skittering across his neck. She's oozed onto his lap now, sleek and satin-clad and warm. He'll never get any work done at this rate.
"Who?" Gaius manages.
Six smirks, breathing a slight chuckle through her nose. "She has an appointment," she says, glance flicking significantly at the screen. Kara Thrace. Yes. Of course. She returns her glance, languorous, to Gaius's face, her arms slung around his neck, her painted lips bare centimeters from his. "I'll tell you what to say."
"I can get my own women, thank you," Gaius says, although it's really impossible to snip at people properly when they're grinding themselves against you in that undignified fashion.
Six grins at him and renders further speech for the moment impossible, probing his mouth with her tongue. The satin is slick against the rougher material of his shirt and he slides his hand up beneath her dress, feeling the heat of his own personal Cylon beneath his fingers and wondering not for the first time if medical science will prove through him that it is in fact possible to die from too many orgasms.
She leaves off, leaving him throbbing and panting with a strangled noise in his throat as she slips off his lap. "Follow the script," Six directs, cool, imperious, as the door slides open.
Kara Thrace enters, already a-bristle within instants of seeing him. The familiar ripple of disgust distorted her features, and she snapped to something resembling attention, eyes straight ahead, not to be drawn down to the obvious signs of what he'd been doing in here.
"The disgust she feels is for herself," Six purrs in languid delight. "For wanting you, Gaius." The unspoken 'us' slithers beneath the word so clearly that Gaius knew it with a certainty.
It's like he's in the wet dream to end all wet dreams. Six circles them both, breathing soft words in an enticing voice that he does his not inexpert best to imitate. Kara is at first wary and it seems ready to bolt, the briefest flash of prey beneath her crusty exterior, but Six awakens the predator in her, gets her angry and ready to hit him and to hell with his importance to the fleet and the good of humanity but she wants to knock his teeth so far down his throat they'll be floating in his digestive tract, and that's when he kisses her, and that's instinct on his part.
At first it seems he's guessed completely wrong, and Six is going to deny him sex for awhile for losing the opportunity she's manufactured for them, because she shoves him off and punches him in the face, but it seems there's a sea change in the air because as he turns away, testing his nose for blood, she grabs him and then her tongue is in his mouth and she's fierce and ferocious because it's been a damn long while since she got laid and the sexuality that crackled in the air between them is coming to a head and Starbuck is *hungry* to frak someone, *anyone*. It's the kind of sex that happens when you're pissed off and horny and you kind of hate yourself, but Gaius has never been choosy about that kind of thing. He's perfectly happy to be used.
Six is not sitting idle as Kara shoves Gaius against the table. Kara's hands scrabble at his back as hungry kissing continues, soft sounds half-moan half-growl escaping her throat, and Six's hands are back around his waist, beneath his trousers as she fondles him and whispers in his ear, "Tell me, Gaius. Tell me what she tastes like."
She tastes of cheap cigars and harsh liquor and salt but there's no way to vocalize right now besides moaning.
"Tell me." Six's soft voice is insistent, her hands tangling in his hair - or are those Kara's? Who's groping his ass, exactly? It's got to be Six doing that to his cock. He wriggles his hips, trying to escape for the moment from her ministrations, and gasps into Kara's mouth as she twitches back, her thigh pressed firm and warm between his legs.
Gaius starts unfastening her uniform jacket with fumbling fingers.
"Oh, *frak* me," Kara growls, and she bats his hands away.
"'s the general idea," Gaius murmurs, something of a giggle sneaking into his voice, but he looks to dropping his trousers while she strips out of her uniform jacket in five seconds flat. She eyes his equipment for a moment, lips pursing.
Six's fingernails are scraping his abdomen beneath his shirt. Kara pulls his shirt right off him in a shower of buttons, and she grins quick and wicked before she grasps hold of him in one hand. "Got somethin' in mind, Doc?"
"I'm sure whatever you'd like would be fine, within reason --"
It's not long before all his notes have been shoved off the table, the delicate and sensitive equipment handled only a little more carefully as it's put aside to make a space, and although the surface is cool and hard metallic beneath his bare ass, it's worth it for the sight of Kara straddling him and the feel of her flesh wrapped around him as their bodies pump in tandem, hard, fast, urgent, breathless.
"Tell me," Six insists, soft and breathy in his ear, naked and golden as her teeth scrape his neck. The scent of her is strong in his nose and he can feel her nails biting at his hips, the feel of her breasts pressing against his head. Her tongue slips along the side of his face, into his ear. "Tell me what it *feels like*."
"Hot, tight, wet -- so strong, so --" It's hard to put it into words, what it feels like, hard to even think in words, and Kara is close, almost as close as he is, from the little moans torn from her mouth as the frak on the table in his lab.
He watches now as Six's hand slides up Kara's toned stomach from behind, a ghost of a touch, to slip beneath her brassiere, to tease at touching her nipple. It's like being spellbound, seeing Six watching him from behind Kara's ear, and still pumping into her, feeling not at all in control of himself, he follows Six's hand with his own to Kara's other breast, scraping his thumbnail across her nipple.
Six slides away from Kara's back, looming at Gaius's other side. "Tell me how it *feels*," she demanded. There was something strange to the note in her voice, almost as though she were subtly pleading.
"Tell me," urges Six, her mouth at his collarbone, her eyes hungry and intense.
"Feels ..." He closes his eyes, so as not to see either face. "Human ..." Gaius answers finally in a strangled whisper, right before he comes.
Kara shudders and follows him, not crying out but emitting a long, vocalized hiss that metamorphoses into gasping, panting, and then "Frak."
Six is gone. There is nothing but silence as Kara climbs off him. He sits, sated and drained and somehow at a loss, as she - all swift and business - shoves back into her clothes. He follows suit, somewhat mechanically.
"Thank you," says Gaius, all sincerity. Just as he's supposed to.
"Yeah. Anyway," Kara says. "I came for my test results."
Gaius sits down behind the desk and looks at his screen, fiddles with the controls for a moment just for the look of the thing. "Green," he said. "You're green."
Kara nods. The expected result. "Thanks," she says, a slight smirk touching her mouth.
Then she's gone, too.
For the moment, at least, Gaius is alone.
It's, you know, porn. With a Cylon in it!
darchildre = evil enabler.
Title: Following the Script
Author: Bethos
Fandom: Battlestar Galactica
Disclaimer: These people aren't mine, I just kinda perv about them.
Rating: Hard R/NC-17, more or less.
Other: Total PWP. Woo!
"I know how to win her, Gaius."
Her hand slides into the front pocket of his trousers, teasing his erection as her teeth nip at his ear.
"What?" Gaius stares blankly at the screens of his Cylon detector, although it's not them he's looking at - or anything at all, really; the focus of attention is the way his cock jumps even now at the feel of her fingers through the fabric.The damp sheen of sweat on his forehead, the jaggedness of his breathing, the dilation of his pupils, all would indicate evidence of his arousal to the clinical eye, which isn't to say that he's doing much to hide it. He has been wandering around in a feverish haze of sex for days now, as Six has grown more and more rampant in her attentions, and people stare at him wherever he goes, not that he gets to leave the lab very often. A shower now and again. Somehow other people manage to be a few stalls away from him in the communal bathroom when they can help it. That suits Gaius fine. It's hard to complain. Largely because it's impossible to think clearly.
"She'll be here again soon," Six breathes, her lips skittering across his neck. She's oozed onto his lap now, sleek and satin-clad and warm. He'll never get any work done at this rate.
"Who?" Gaius manages.
Six smirks, breathing a slight chuckle through her nose. "She has an appointment," she says, glance flicking significantly at the screen. Kara Thrace. Yes. Of course. She returns her glance, languorous, to Gaius's face, her arms slung around his neck, her painted lips bare centimeters from his. "I'll tell you what to say."
"I can get my own women, thank you," Gaius says, although it's really impossible to snip at people properly when they're grinding themselves against you in that undignified fashion.
Six grins at him and renders further speech for the moment impossible, probing his mouth with her tongue. The satin is slick against the rougher material of his shirt and he slides his hand up beneath her dress, feeling the heat of his own personal Cylon beneath his fingers and wondering not for the first time if medical science will prove through him that it is in fact possible to die from too many orgasms.
She leaves off, leaving him throbbing and panting with a strangled noise in his throat as she slips off his lap. "Follow the script," Six directs, cool, imperious, as the door slides open.
Kara Thrace enters, already a-bristle within instants of seeing him. The familiar ripple of disgust distorted her features, and she snapped to something resembling attention, eyes straight ahead, not to be drawn down to the obvious signs of what he'd been doing in here.
"The disgust she feels is for herself," Six purrs in languid delight. "For wanting you, Gaius." The unspoken 'us' slithers beneath the word so clearly that Gaius knew it with a certainty.
It's like he's in the wet dream to end all wet dreams. Six circles them both, breathing soft words in an enticing voice that he does his not inexpert best to imitate. Kara is at first wary and it seems ready to bolt, the briefest flash of prey beneath her crusty exterior, but Six awakens the predator in her, gets her angry and ready to hit him and to hell with his importance to the fleet and the good of humanity but she wants to knock his teeth so far down his throat they'll be floating in his digestive tract, and that's when he kisses her, and that's instinct on his part.
At first it seems he's guessed completely wrong, and Six is going to deny him sex for awhile for losing the opportunity she's manufactured for them, because she shoves him off and punches him in the face, but it seems there's a sea change in the air because as he turns away, testing his nose for blood, she grabs him and then her tongue is in his mouth and she's fierce and ferocious because it's been a damn long while since she got laid and the sexuality that crackled in the air between them is coming to a head and Starbuck is *hungry* to frak someone, *anyone*. It's the kind of sex that happens when you're pissed off and horny and you kind of hate yourself, but Gaius has never been choosy about that kind of thing. He's perfectly happy to be used.
Six is not sitting idle as Kara shoves Gaius against the table. Kara's hands scrabble at his back as hungry kissing continues, soft sounds half-moan half-growl escaping her throat, and Six's hands are back around his waist, beneath his trousers as she fondles him and whispers in his ear, "Tell me, Gaius. Tell me what she tastes like."
She tastes of cheap cigars and harsh liquor and salt but there's no way to vocalize right now besides moaning.
"Tell me." Six's soft voice is insistent, her hands tangling in his hair - or are those Kara's? Who's groping his ass, exactly? It's got to be Six doing that to his cock. He wriggles his hips, trying to escape for the moment from her ministrations, and gasps into Kara's mouth as she twitches back, her thigh pressed firm and warm between his legs.
Gaius starts unfastening her uniform jacket with fumbling fingers.
"Oh, *frak* me," Kara growls, and she bats his hands away.
"'s the general idea," Gaius murmurs, something of a giggle sneaking into his voice, but he looks to dropping his trousers while she strips out of her uniform jacket in five seconds flat. She eyes his equipment for a moment, lips pursing.
Six's fingernails are scraping his abdomen beneath his shirt. Kara pulls his shirt right off him in a shower of buttons, and she grins quick and wicked before she grasps hold of him in one hand. "Got somethin' in mind, Doc?"
"I'm sure whatever you'd like would be fine, within reason --"
It's not long before all his notes have been shoved off the table, the delicate and sensitive equipment handled only a little more carefully as it's put aside to make a space, and although the surface is cool and hard metallic beneath his bare ass, it's worth it for the sight of Kara straddling him and the feel of her flesh wrapped around him as their bodies pump in tandem, hard, fast, urgent, breathless.
"Tell me," Six insists, soft and breathy in his ear, naked and golden as her teeth scrape his neck. The scent of her is strong in his nose and he can feel her nails biting at his hips, the feel of her breasts pressing against his head. Her tongue slips along the side of his face, into his ear. "Tell me what it *feels like*."
"Hot, tight, wet -- so strong, so --" It's hard to put it into words, what it feels like, hard to even think in words, and Kara is close, almost as close as he is, from the little moans torn from her mouth as the frak on the table in his lab.
He watches now as Six's hand slides up Kara's toned stomach from behind, a ghost of a touch, to slip beneath her brassiere, to tease at touching her nipple. It's like being spellbound, seeing Six watching him from behind Kara's ear, and still pumping into her, feeling not at all in control of himself, he follows Six's hand with his own to Kara's other breast, scraping his thumbnail across her nipple.
Six slides away from Kara's back, looming at Gaius's other side. "Tell me how it *feels*," she demanded. There was something strange to the note in her voice, almost as though she were subtly pleading.
"Tell me," urges Six, her mouth at his collarbone, her eyes hungry and intense.
"Feels ..." He closes his eyes, so as not to see either face. "Human ..." Gaius answers finally in a strangled whisper, right before he comes.
Kara shudders and follows him, not crying out but emitting a long, vocalized hiss that metamorphoses into gasping, panting, and then "Frak."
Six is gone. There is nothing but silence as Kara climbs off him. He sits, sated and drained and somehow at a loss, as she - all swift and business - shoves back into her clothes. He follows suit, somewhat mechanically.
"Thank you," says Gaius, all sincerity. Just as he's supposed to.
"Yeah. Anyway," Kara says. "I came for my test results."
Gaius sits down behind the desk and looks at his screen, fiddles with the controls for a moment just for the look of the thing. "Green," he said. "You're green."
Kara nods. The expected result. "Thanks," she says, a slight smirk touching her mouth.
Then she's gone, too.
For the moment, at least, Gaius is alone.