Dinner
Title: Dinner
Author: subplotter
Pairing: Mace/Capa
Rating: NC17
Warnings: man sex, slight kinkiness (but at least it's consensual)
Disclaimer: Alex Garland did not depict man sex.
Dinner
Mace had a lot of pent-up energy, and it seemed the only way he could let it out was by projecting it onto others. The crew was at dinner, choking down some chicken Harvey had undercooked, when Mace set his fork down on the table and said, "Why don't you eat with us, Capa?"
Capa was sitting in the corner like he always did because that was where he felt most comfortable. He was about to say so when Kaneda told him, "You don't have to answer that."
"But he should," said Mace with an arrogant air. "I myself feel insulted. Do you not enjoy our company?"
Capa shifted uncomfortably in his seat.
Mace continued, "You're always the first to leave, you know. You gobble down your meals and hurry out like--"
"Mace," Kaneda interjected.
Mace was standing now, his plate still full of the pink chicken. "Aren't you going to defend yourself?" He advanced on Capa. "Aren't you?!"
"Mace!" Kaneda stood too. "If you're not going to eat, leave."
"Fine." And Mace stormed out, but he managed to hit Capa's elbow as he did so, causing Capa's fork to hit his mouth and draw blood. He threw the fork onto the floor before running after Mace.
Harvey stood to go after them, but Kaneda extended an arm to stop him. "Let them," he said. "They need to release their energy somehow."
Out in the corridor, Capa caught up with Mace and shoved him in the back with both hands. This sent Mace stumbling forward, but he caught himself. Standing and turning, he poised his arm for a punch, but Capa was quicker; he slapped Mace across the face and drew blood to match his own. Mace sneered. He used all his weight to slam Capa against the wall.
Capa winced as his shoulder blades made contact with the wall and started throbbing. Mace raised his knee and slammed it into Capa's stomach, causing a whimper, and when Mace slid the knee lower, the throbbing moved from Capa's shoulder blades to his groin. Mace raised a hand and touched the blood now dripping onto the other man's chin.
"How I've longed to see you bleed," he said.
"What?" Capa's lip trembled when Mace touched the blood with his tongue, and he slid it up the string of red and into Capa's mouth. Capa's knees buckled, but Mace supported him with both arms. Capa made a fist in Mace's overgrown hair.
"Will you come to my bed?" Mace whispered, and Capa moaned. He wanted only to relieve the arousal that was beginning to ache. Mace pulled away from Capa, who followed at a weakened pace, but when they finally reached the room, Mace shoved him onto the bed. He kissed him while undressing him. Placing one hand beneath Capa's chin, he used the other to stroke him. Capa longed to writhe about, but each time he tried to lift his head, Mace's hand cut off his air and he choked. So instead he curled his toes and balled his hands into fists.
To his horror, Mace stopped as Capa was nearing orgasm. "No, Mace, Mace..."
"You'll be better if you're wanting me."
"Better at what?"
Mace answered by pushing Capa onto the floor; he sat on the side of the bed and opened his legs.
"No," said Capa, crawling onto his knees. "I can't do that, I've never--"
"If you don't do me, I won't finish you." Mace's voice was steady, but the way he twisted the fabric of the comforter at his sides betrayed his need.
"Does it have to be that?"
"Just do it. Please."
Mace was still fully clothed, so Capa moved forward and pulled off his shirt and pants. Then he slid his mouth onto Mace's erection, but he was too slow. Mace seized the back of Capa's head and shoved him forward, causing him to gag. But Capa's own erection drove him to endure it. In minutes Mace was coming, bucking and hitting the other's throat over and over. When he tasted the salty substance, Capa pulled away, doubled over and retching but having nothing to throw up. Mace slid off the bed and crawled to Capa, turning him gently onto his back.
Mace grimaced at the slighter man's pale cheeks. "I'm sorry," he said.
"Don't be. Just...finish me."
Mace was weaker now, and instead of holding Capa's throat, he caressed his forehead and the side of his face. And with the other hand, he stroked slowly. Capa arched his back and slid slightly backward with each stroke, scraping the skin of his bare legs against the carpet.
He came softly, leaning his head back and whispering Mace's name in quick breaths. When his breathing had slowed, Mace stood and extended a hand to Capa, who grasped it. They both redressed.
"I bet the others are done eating," said Mace. "I didn't eat much of that raw chicken. Did you?" Capa shook his head. "Then let's get something else to eat."
"Sure."
They walked to the dining area, and Capa took a seat at the table with Mace.
By the way, all of my Sunshine fanfiction can be found via this Memories page.
Author: subplotter
Pairing: Mace/Capa
Rating: NC17
Warnings: man sex, slight kinkiness (but at least it's consensual)
Disclaimer: Alex Garland did not depict man sex.
Dinner
Mace had a lot of pent-up energy, and it seemed the only way he could let it out was by projecting it onto others. The crew was at dinner, choking down some chicken Harvey had undercooked, when Mace set his fork down on the table and said, "Why don't you eat with us, Capa?"
Capa was sitting in the corner like he always did because that was where he felt most comfortable. He was about to say so when Kaneda told him, "You don't have to answer that."
"But he should," said Mace with an arrogant air. "I myself feel insulted. Do you not enjoy our company?"
Capa shifted uncomfortably in his seat.
Mace continued, "You're always the first to leave, you know. You gobble down your meals and hurry out like--"
"Mace," Kaneda interjected.
Mace was standing now, his plate still full of the pink chicken. "Aren't you going to defend yourself?" He advanced on Capa. "Aren't you?!"
"Mace!" Kaneda stood too. "If you're not going to eat, leave."
"Fine." And Mace stormed out, but he managed to hit Capa's elbow as he did so, causing Capa's fork to hit his mouth and draw blood. He threw the fork onto the floor before running after Mace.
Harvey stood to go after them, but Kaneda extended an arm to stop him. "Let them," he said. "They need to release their energy somehow."
Out in the corridor, Capa caught up with Mace and shoved him in the back with both hands. This sent Mace stumbling forward, but he caught himself. Standing and turning, he poised his arm for a punch, but Capa was quicker; he slapped Mace across the face and drew blood to match his own. Mace sneered. He used all his weight to slam Capa against the wall.
Capa winced as his shoulder blades made contact with the wall and started throbbing. Mace raised his knee and slammed it into Capa's stomach, causing a whimper, and when Mace slid the knee lower, the throbbing moved from Capa's shoulder blades to his groin. Mace raised a hand and touched the blood now dripping onto the other man's chin.
"How I've longed to see you bleed," he said.
"What?" Capa's lip trembled when Mace touched the blood with his tongue, and he slid it up the string of red and into Capa's mouth. Capa's knees buckled, but Mace supported him with both arms. Capa made a fist in Mace's overgrown hair.
"Will you come to my bed?" Mace whispered, and Capa moaned. He wanted only to relieve the arousal that was beginning to ache. Mace pulled away from Capa, who followed at a weakened pace, but when they finally reached the room, Mace shoved him onto the bed. He kissed him while undressing him. Placing one hand beneath Capa's chin, he used the other to stroke him. Capa longed to writhe about, but each time he tried to lift his head, Mace's hand cut off his air and he choked. So instead he curled his toes and balled his hands into fists.
To his horror, Mace stopped as Capa was nearing orgasm. "No, Mace, Mace..."
"You'll be better if you're wanting me."
"Better at what?"
Mace answered by pushing Capa onto the floor; he sat on the side of the bed and opened his legs.
"No," said Capa, crawling onto his knees. "I can't do that, I've never--"
"If you don't do me, I won't finish you." Mace's voice was steady, but the way he twisted the fabric of the comforter at his sides betrayed his need.
"Does it have to be that?"
"Just do it. Please."
Mace was still fully clothed, so Capa moved forward and pulled off his shirt and pants. Then he slid his mouth onto Mace's erection, but he was too slow. Mace seized the back of Capa's head and shoved him forward, causing him to gag. But Capa's own erection drove him to endure it. In minutes Mace was coming, bucking and hitting the other's throat over and over. When he tasted the salty substance, Capa pulled away, doubled over and retching but having nothing to throw up. Mace slid off the bed and crawled to Capa, turning him gently onto his back.
Mace grimaced at the slighter man's pale cheeks. "I'm sorry," he said.
"Don't be. Just...finish me."
Mace was weaker now, and instead of holding Capa's throat, he caressed his forehead and the side of his face. And with the other hand, he stroked slowly. Capa arched his back and slid slightly backward with each stroke, scraping the skin of his bare legs against the carpet.
He came softly, leaning his head back and whispering Mace's name in quick breaths. When his breathing had slowed, Mace stood and extended a hand to Capa, who grasped it. They both redressed.
"I bet the others are done eating," said Mace. "I didn't eat much of that raw chicken. Did you?" Capa shook his head. "Then let's get something else to eat."
"Sure."
They walked to the dining area, and Capa took a seat at the table with Mace.
By the way, all of my Sunshine fanfiction can be found via this Memories page.