The Interlude: Saren + Sparatus 5/5
anonymous
January 6 2014, 13:05:06 UTC
Part 5
He had his own nightmare shortly after falling asleep. He dreamed that he and Saren were in the Council Chamber and he had the Spectre shoved facedown on his desk. He’d fucked Saren hard, causing the tiniest sounds of pain and tears to trail down the man’s face. They hadn’t been alone. Sparatus’ fellow Councilors along with Nihlus and Desolas had watched from various positions around the room. When he woke, he was disgusted with himself and the depravity of his own mind, knowing in his heart he’d never hurt Saren. It was just the stress of the evening, the surprise of finding the Spectre at his door that had his unconscious mind warping and twisting old events, old fantasies. Sparatus curled around Saren once the frantic beat of his heart had ceased but he never managed to fall back to sleep.
It was a good thing in the long run as he was able to spot the signs of Saren’s impending nightmare. Sweat beaded along his throat and his pulse quickly began to jump under the surface of the skin. Then there were the quiet and fearful murmurs that left his mouth; words that weren’t truly audible and made no sense, just a deep thrum of worry and discontent. Sparatus moved closer in anticipation of uncontrolled muscle spasms, preparing to either hold him still or to just hold him.
Whatever Saren was dreaming, it was frightening and violent. The Spectre seemed to convulse, shifted onto his side, his back and then his other side. When Sparatus thought he heard the man whimper, he decided he’d seen enough. Gently he slid his arm under Saren’s shoulder, the way he’d used to when they were together, and pulled the bone pale turian against his chest. The Spectre struggled in his grasp for just a minute until Sparatus made a low toned sound of soothing. He could still see Saren’s eyes moving under the lids and knew the nightmare continued to play within his mind but it was obvious he’d calmed significantly.
Finally sure that there weren’t going to be any more bad dreams, Sparatus removed his arm from Saren’s shoulders and scooted back to put a little distance between their bodies again. The Spectre was too tempting to stay wrapped around for long, his pelvic plating was already too loose and there was nothing to be had from tormenting himself. Eventually he was lulled into sleep but the sound of Saren’s breathing syncing with his.
+_-_-_-_-_+
Morning brought with it yet another surprise. The Spectre hadn’t left before the day cycle began like he’d expected him to. He had simply lain next to Sparatus until he’d woken too and then Saren left the bed without a word. A few minutes later Sparatus met the younger man at his door, wondering just what to say and what his harmonics would voice that his words didn’t.
Saren reached out cautiously and took one of his hands before giving it a brief squeeze. “…Thanks.” He said and he even sounded sincere.
“You’re welcome,” Sparatus answered. “But don’t do this again Saren or I’ll do what I should have done and just throw you out.”
The Spectre flashed him a grin that he found himself returning. “I have one last thing I want from you before I leave.”
Caution and suspicious demanded he shoot the request down before Saren could even ask. “What is it?”
Saren took a small step toward him. “Can I kiss you goodbye this time?” He asked.
Knowing that he shouldn’t but wanting to anyway, Sparatus nodded and moved into Saren’s space until their chests just barely touched. There was a moment of hesitancy as they both waited to see who was going to actually initiate the kiss, the younger man’s eyes searching his before finally closing in submission that sped up his heart. Sparatus covered that last bit of distance, lowered his head and captured the Spectre’s mouth. Saren didn’t touch him other than to kiss him, or rather to be kissed by him as he let Sparatus lead. It lasted only a few breaths and then they separated, the younger man expressionless while he could feel himself smiling.
“Just so we’re clear-“
“We won’t be picking up where we left off.”
Sparatus nodded and gave Saren one last goodbye, one last touch over that long cheekspine and then let his hand drop away. “Goodbye Saren.”
“…Spirits be with you Ieryan.” The Spectre said and walked away.
Re: The Interlude: Saren + Sparatus 5/5
anonymous
January 6 2014, 13:33:52 UTC
A!A Ha you're welcome and thank you for commenting. I'm going to start the third and final part here very shortly, not really sure of the um 'plot' for it yet. I will of course include a link here when that happens.
He had his own nightmare shortly after falling asleep. He dreamed that he and Saren were in the Council Chamber and he had the Spectre shoved facedown on his desk. He’d fucked Saren hard, causing the tiniest sounds of pain and tears to trail down the man’s face. They hadn’t been alone. Sparatus’ fellow Councilors along with Nihlus and Desolas had watched from various positions around the room. When he woke, he was disgusted with himself and the depravity of his own mind, knowing in his heart he’d never hurt Saren. It was just the stress of the evening, the surprise of finding the Spectre at his door that had his unconscious mind warping and twisting old events, old fantasies. Sparatus curled around Saren once the frantic beat of his heart had ceased but he never managed to fall back to sleep.
It was a good thing in the long run as he was able to spot the signs of Saren’s impending nightmare. Sweat beaded along his throat and his pulse quickly began to jump under the surface of the skin. Then there were the quiet and fearful murmurs that left his mouth; words that weren’t truly audible and made no sense, just a deep thrum of worry and discontent. Sparatus moved closer in anticipation of uncontrolled muscle spasms, preparing to either hold him still or to just hold him.
Whatever Saren was dreaming, it was frightening and violent. The Spectre seemed to convulse, shifted onto his side, his back and then his other side. When Sparatus thought he heard the man whimper, he decided he’d seen enough. Gently he slid his arm under Saren’s shoulder, the way he’d used to when they were together, and pulled the bone pale turian against his chest. The Spectre struggled in his grasp for just a minute until Sparatus made a low toned sound of soothing. He could still see Saren’s eyes moving under the lids and knew the nightmare continued to play within his mind but it was obvious he’d calmed significantly.
Finally sure that there weren’t going to be any more bad dreams, Sparatus removed his arm from Saren’s shoulders and scooted back to put a little distance between their bodies again. The Spectre was too tempting to stay wrapped around for long, his pelvic plating was already too loose and there was nothing to be had from tormenting himself. Eventually he was lulled into sleep but the sound of Saren’s breathing syncing with his.
+_-_-_-_-_+
Morning brought with it yet another surprise. The Spectre hadn’t left before the day cycle began like he’d expected him to. He had simply lain next to Sparatus until he’d woken too and then Saren left the bed without a word. A few minutes later Sparatus met the younger man at his door, wondering just what to say and what his harmonics would voice that his words didn’t.
Saren reached out cautiously and took one of his hands before giving it a brief squeeze. “…Thanks.” He said and he even sounded sincere.
“You’re welcome,” Sparatus answered. “But don’t do this again Saren or I’ll do what I should have done and just throw you out.”
The Spectre flashed him a grin that he found himself returning. “I have one last thing I want from you before I leave.”
Caution and suspicious demanded he shoot the request down before Saren could even ask. “What is it?”
Saren took a small step toward him. “Can I kiss you goodbye this time?” He asked.
Knowing that he shouldn’t but wanting to anyway, Sparatus nodded and moved into Saren’s space until their chests just barely touched. There was a moment of hesitancy as they both waited to see who was going to actually initiate the kiss, the younger man’s eyes searching his before finally closing in submission that sped up his heart. Sparatus covered that last bit of distance, lowered his head and captured the Spectre’s mouth. Saren didn’t touch him other than to kiss him, or rather to be kissed by him as he let Sparatus lead. It lasted only a few breaths and then they separated, the younger man expressionless while he could feel himself smiling.
“Just so we’re clear-“
“We won’t be picking up where we left off.”
Sparatus nodded and gave Saren one last goodbye, one last touch over that long cheekspine and then let his hand drop away. “Goodbye Saren.”
“…Spirits be with you Ieryan.” The Spectre said and walked away.
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Ha you're welcome and thank you for commenting. I'm going to start the third and final part here very shortly, not really sure of the um 'plot' for it yet.
I will of course include a link here when that happens.
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