The Interlude: Saren + Sparatus 1B/5
anonymous
January 6 2014, 12:31:55 UTC
Part 1B
He’d never felt like such a fool as he did in that moment, he couldn’t believe he’d been so careless either. For fuck’s sake, he’d know Pollux less than forty hours and he had been about to let him do something he hadn’t allowed anyone else to do since…
Since that last night with Ieryan before everything had unraveled. Saren’s throat and upper chest grew hot and slick with blood and he found a rag to staunch some of the bleeding. His side burned. Memories of his affair with Ieryan took root in his mind and wouldn’t let go. The much older man had always made him feel safe, even at his worst moments.
The priests had an unbreakable grip on his ankles as they pulled him down into the dark. Their talons cut through his armor like it wasn’t there, into his skin, his muscles, ripping and tearing until there was only bone. He screamed, for all the good it did him. Then Desolas was there and
( ... )
The Interlude: Saren + Sparatus 2A/5
anonymous
January 6 2014, 12:34:32 UTC
Part 2A
It was a heavy thumping noise that woke Sparatus from the sleep he’d fallen into while lounging on his couch. Being the highest representative for his species other than the Primarch of Palaven was an exhausting avocation and more nights than not he dropped in places other than his bed. Waking up on his couch with a crick in his neck and stiff joints was nothing new, but being woken by someone actually knocking on his apartment door rather than paging the intercom or ringing the bell was uncommon. Of course, he’d been tired enough that he had probably slept through the quiet tones of a doorbell.
Sparatus pulled his weary frame off the cushions, the stiffness and discomfort reminding him of his age. He crossed through his living room and foyer to answer the door... where he found the last person he wanted to see gracing his threshold.
“What are you doing here?” He demanded of the pale turian standing in the hallway
( ... )
The Interlude: Saren + Sparatus 2B/5
anonymous
January 6 2014, 12:37:22 UTC
Part 2B
Saren took another step forward, putting him fully into Sparatus’ personal space. The Spectre was so close he could smell him, musk and sweat and a tiny bit of sour fear.
Fear? Of what?
“I mean it this time Ieryan.” He insisted, again using Sparatus’ given name as a way to get under his plates. Something he’d always been good at.
He shook his head in the negative, clamping down on that disappointed trill in his chest because he wanted Saren to mean it but he didn’t want the other man to know that. “No you don’t.”
He’s not that same young man, Sparatus told himself. Don’t let him convince you otherwise.
Saren stepped even closer and grasped at his elbows, pulling until Sparatus had to uncross his arms. The Spectre tried to lace their fingers together. Sparatus closed his hands into fists. “Did you know you’re the only man I’ve let do that to me?”
“Saren,” He jerked out of the Spectre’s grasp, trying to shake his head free of yet another memory.
The Interlude: Saren + Sparatus 3A/5
anonymous
January 6 2014, 12:43:52 UTC
Part 3A
The holo-lock turned red and Sparatus couldn’t help the sudden feeling of being trapped but he tried not to think about it. Saren stood in the middle of his living room, gazing down at his couch and the pillow he’d started keeping there. It rarely got used but when it did it helped alleviate some of the discomfort of passing out in the living room.
“Are you sleeping here?” Saren asked.
“Sometimes.”
The Spectre nodded, wincing slightly as the wound on his neck pulled.
“That’s really deep,” He gestured toward the bite, and it was, it actually appeared to still be seeping blood. “Why haven’t you put medigel on it?”
“I hadn’t noticed it was that bad.” He said, sounding completely unconcerned but Sparatus saw the slight inward twitch of his mandibles.
He’s lying. He’s never outright lied to me. “You…should let me take care of it before it scars
( ... )
The Interlude: Saren + Sparatus 3B/5
anonymous
January 6 2014, 12:47:41 UTC
Part 3B
“Saren,” He began. “You did what was needed.”
“I did what was expected.” The Spectre countered vehemently.
Sparatus held up his hands in a placating manner. “You don’t need to convince me.”
“I know,” Saren seemed to collapse in on himself as he sat on the edge of the bed, hands on his knees and he thought he saw the slightest tremble in the fingers. “Sometimes I think
( ... )
The Interlude: Saren + Sparatus 3C/5
anonymous
January 6 2014, 12:50:17 UTC
Part 3C
If he were honest with himself (as he tried to be on principle), Sparatus neither wanted him to stay nor go. He knew what he should do was to make Saren leave. As amazing as he may smell and look on his bed with the scent of desire all over his skin the man would bring him nothing but pain. Saren wasn't himself, everything about this was wrong and come morning they would both regret all of it. Too many years had passed. If it had been less time, if he thought Saren would change at all, be more faithful, perhaps... But it wasn't, and he wouldn't.
Sighing, Sparatus sat next to the Spectre and mimicked the position of resting his palms on his knees. Spirits damn me. “If you don’t want to go, then you can stay but if you try to touch me like that again I’ll
( ... )
The Interlude: Saren + Sparatus 4A/5
anonymous
January 6 2014, 12:53:49 UTC
Part 4A
He hasn’t changed much physically, he looks absolutely the same. Maybe a little firmer in some areas. Like his stomach…oh spirits, stop looking at him before you do something you can’t take back. Sparatus swallowed reflexively at the images that filled his mind. Things they had done before, over and over, and the things they’d never gotten around to doing. This is a bad idea. The smartest thing I could do would be to make him leave.The longer Sparatus looked at him, noticing the way his shoulders slumped and the glimmer of defeat in his eyes made that impossible. Saren was putting himself at great personal risk, allowing someone, even Sparatus, to see his weakness. To only have hope and their past together as reassurance that it wouldn’t come back to bite him in the ass. The simple truth was that he had come to Sparatus because he was the only person Saren could trust with anything
( ... )
The Interlude: Saren + Sparatus 4B/5
anonymous
January 6 2014, 12:58:54 UTC
Part 4B
“Fuck you Saren,” He snapped and rolled onto his side, presenting his back to the Spectre as a way to shut him out. “Fuck you.”
Next to him, Saren sighed and muttered a reply. “I offered that already. You made yourself clear.”
“You don’t need someone to fuck you,” Sparatus snarled at him over his shoulder. “You need a damn hug once in a while.” Just not from me. “...I’ve taken advantage of you often enough for one lifetime
( ... )
The Interlude: Saren + Sparatus 4C/5
anonymous
January 6 2014, 13:02:30 UTC
Part 4C
The Spectre sighed and ran a hand over his fringe. “You know the humans have a saying; love conquers all.”
Sparatus glanced at him, wondering how the anti-human turian would even know such a thing. He hadn’t and he dealt with humans on a daily basis. “You and I both know that’s total shit.”
Saren barked a short laugh. “Of course it is.” He sneered. “You never loved me like you said you did.”
No, I just didn’t tell you enough. “I did, once, but I’ve put that behind me. As should you.”
“I have put it behind me.” The Spectre huffed snidely. “I was stating a fact.”
“You were stating your interpretation.” Sparatus countered and stared hard into Saren’s eyes. “I did love you, sometimes I even still love you…I just don’t like you
( ... )
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.
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He’d never felt like such a fool as he did in that moment, he couldn’t believe he’d been so careless either. For fuck’s sake, he’d know Pollux less than forty hours and he had been about to let him do something he hadn’t allowed anyone else to do since…
Since that last night with Ieryan before everything had unraveled. Saren’s throat and upper chest grew hot and slick with blood and he found a rag to staunch some of the bleeding. His side burned. Memories of his affair with Ieryan took root in his mind and wouldn’t let go. The much older man had always made him feel safe, even at his worst moments.
The priests had an unbreakable grip on his ankles as they pulled him down into the dark. Their talons cut through his armor like it wasn’t there, into his skin, his muscles, ripping and tearing until there was only bone. He screamed, for all the good it did him. Then Desolas was there and ( ... )
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It was a heavy thumping noise that woke Sparatus from the sleep he’d fallen into while lounging on his couch. Being the highest representative for his species other than the Primarch of Palaven was an exhausting avocation and more nights than not he dropped in places other than his bed. Waking up on his couch with a crick in his neck and stiff joints was nothing new, but being woken by someone actually knocking on his apartment door rather than paging the intercom or ringing the bell was uncommon. Of course, he’d been tired enough that he had probably slept through the quiet tones of a doorbell.
Sparatus pulled his weary frame off the cushions, the stiffness and discomfort reminding him of his age. He crossed through his living room and foyer to answer the door... where he found the last person he wanted to see gracing his threshold.
“What are you doing here?” He demanded of the pale turian standing in the hallway ( ... )
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Saren took another step forward, putting him fully into Sparatus’ personal space. The Spectre was so close he could smell him, musk and sweat and a tiny bit of sour fear.
Fear? Of what?
“I mean it this time Ieryan.” He insisted, again using Sparatus’ given name as a way to get under his plates. Something he’d always been good at.
He shook his head in the negative, clamping down on that disappointed trill in his chest because he wanted Saren to mean it but he didn’t want the other man to know that. “No you don’t.”
He’s not that same young man, Sparatus told himself. Don’t let him convince you otherwise.
Saren stepped even closer and grasped at his elbows, pulling until Sparatus had to uncross his arms. The Spectre tried to lace their fingers together. Sparatus closed his hands into fists. “Did you know you’re the only man I’ve let do that to me?”
“Saren,” He jerked out of the Spectre’s grasp, trying to shake his head free of yet another memory.
“Am I your first ( ... )
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The holo-lock turned red and Sparatus couldn’t help the sudden feeling of being trapped but he tried not to think about it. Saren stood in the middle of his living room, gazing down at his couch and the pillow he’d started keeping there. It rarely got used but when it did it helped alleviate some of the discomfort of passing out in the living room.
“Are you sleeping here?” Saren asked.
“Sometimes.”
The Spectre nodded, wincing slightly as the wound on his neck pulled.
“That’s really deep,” He gestured toward the bite, and it was, it actually appeared to still be seeping blood. “Why haven’t you put medigel on it?”
“I hadn’t noticed it was that bad.” He said, sounding completely unconcerned but Sparatus saw the slight inward twitch of his mandibles.
He’s lying. He’s never outright lied to me. “You…should let me take care of it before it scars ( ... )
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“Saren,” He began. “You did what was needed.”
“I did what was expected.” The Spectre countered vehemently.
Sparatus held up his hands in a placating manner. “You don’t need to convince me.”
“I know,” Saren seemed to collapse in on himself as he sat on the edge of the bed, hands on his knees and he thought he saw the slightest tremble in the fingers. “Sometimes I think ( ... )
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If he were honest with himself (as he tried to be on principle), Sparatus neither wanted him to stay nor go. He knew what he should do was to make Saren leave. As amazing as he may smell and look on his bed with the scent of desire all over his skin the man would bring him nothing but pain. Saren wasn't himself, everything about this was wrong and come morning they would both regret all of it. Too many years had passed. If it had been less time, if he thought Saren would change at all, be more faithful, perhaps... But it wasn't, and he wouldn't.
Sighing, Sparatus sat next to the Spectre and mimicked the position of resting his palms on his knees. Spirits damn me. “If you don’t want to go, then you can stay but if you try to touch me like that again I’ll ( ... )
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He hasn’t changed much physically, he looks absolutely the same. Maybe a little firmer in some areas. Like his stomach…oh spirits, stop looking at him before you do something you can’t take back. Sparatus swallowed reflexively at the images that filled his mind. Things they had done before, over and over, and the things they’d never gotten around to doing. This is a bad idea. The smartest thing I could do would be to make him leave.The longer Sparatus looked at him, noticing the way his shoulders slumped and the glimmer of defeat in his eyes made that impossible. Saren was putting himself at great personal risk, allowing someone, even Sparatus, to see his weakness. To only have hope and their past together as reassurance that it wouldn’t come back to bite him in the ass. The simple truth was that he had come to Sparatus because he was the only person Saren could trust with anything ( ... )
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“Fuck you Saren,” He snapped and rolled onto his side, presenting his back to the Spectre as a way to shut him out. “Fuck you.”
Next to him, Saren sighed and muttered a reply. “I offered that already. You made yourself clear.”
“You don’t need someone to fuck you,” Sparatus snarled at him over his shoulder. “You need a damn hug once in a while.” Just not from me. “...I’ve taken advantage of you often enough for one lifetime ( ... )
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The Spectre sighed and ran a hand over his fringe. “You know the humans have a saying; love conquers all.”
Sparatus glanced at him, wondering how the anti-human turian would even know such a thing. He hadn’t and he dealt with humans on a daily basis. “You and I both know that’s total shit.”
Saren barked a short laugh. “Of course it is.” He sneered. “You never loved me like you said you did.”
No, I just didn’t tell you enough. “I did, once, but I’ve put that behind me. As should you.”
“I have put it behind me.” The Spectre huffed snidely. “I was stating a fact.”
“You were stating your interpretation.” Sparatus countered and stared hard into Saren’s eyes. “I did love you, sometimes I even still love you…I just don’t like you ( ... )
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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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