FIC: Fallout Shelter (1/1) BSG
TITLE: Fallout Shelter
AUTHOR: Laura Smith
PAIRING: Leoben/Kara/Sam
RATING: R
SUMMARY: Seeking salvation
DISCLAIMER: Battlestar Galactica and all the characters therein belong to people who are not me. I make no profit from this, I just like playing with them.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Written for sionnain for the One Night Stand Ficathon. She requested "Leoben/Kara/Sam - violence". Thanks to inlovewithnight for the help.
“This?” Kara spits the word out as she shoves Leoben against the black rocks, remnants of something that came before. “This is it?” Anger surges through her and she wraps her fingers around his neck, watching the realization in his eyes as her fingers get tighter, as his breath gets shorter, as death comes knocking. “Everything we’ve been through has been for this?”
He chokes out something then his knee is up against her stomach, his hands at her shoulders and he pushes her away. Her grip breaks and she stumbles back a step, stopped from charging at him again as he kicks out, his boot solid against her chest. “You don’t get to kill me again.”
“Watch me.” She launches at him and he sidesteps, letting her slam into the rock. She groans as she whips around, the back of her hand against her nose to stop the blood. The smell of it is ripe in the air, and there are streaks in her hair as she pulls her hand away. She tackles him to the ground, fighting tooth and nail as he shifts their weight, rolling on top of her and pinning her against the dirt. She bucks up hard, her head smashing into his nose, his blood joining hers.
“Frak.” He grabs her neck and slams her head into the ground, thumbs pressing hard against her throat. She can feel her air disappearing, her vision blackening around the edges and the rest of the world glowing red. Blue shoots through it as the pressure slacks and then he’s gone and she’s coughing roughly, sitting up in time to see Sam and Leoben rolling down the incline through the dried brittle brush.
Getting to her feet, she follows them, blood thick in her throat, mixing with air until it hurts to breathe. Sam shoves Leoben against a rotten tree, the exposed inner flesh of it thick with moss, black and rust-red. “You frakking animal.” Sam’s growling like a beast himself, his large hands fisted in Leoben’s jacket, the collar of Leoben’s shirt at his neck, cutting into his skin. “Frakking tired of you taking whatever you want just because you want it, because you think you’ve got some frakking right to it.”
“Because she’s yours?” Leoben laughs the words, though they’re thin from lack of air. His elbow hits Sam hard and Sam stumbles back, not fast enough to evade Leoben’s reach, to keep him from throwing Sam down as well.
“She’s sure as frak not yours,” Sam rolls to escape Leoben’s booted foot, landing half in a stream, the water still steaming from an underground spring or worse. He gets up, wet and angry, his eyes darting from Leoben to Kara in the instant it takes Leoben to launch at him again.
Kara plows into both of them, sending them all into a heap on the ground. She grabs Leoben’s hand and pins him, sitting on his hip as she grabs Sam’s hand with her other. “Frak you both,” she snarls, twisting until she hears Leoben’s bones snap. His jaw tightens, but he doesn’t make a sound and she glares at Sam. “I don’t need a frakking protector. Especially a gods-damned Cylon.”
“You sure as frak need something, Kara.”
She looks down at him then leans in, kissing him hard. Sam’s mouth opens underneath hers and she presses the advantage, deepening the kiss for a moment before biting at his lips, making him moan. She thrusts down against Leoben’s hip, grinding into the bone as he watches them. She can feel his eyes on them and she can’t help but smile as she turns her head to him. “You think I need something?”
“Yeah.”
“What d’you know?” She sits up and strips off her jacket and shirt, tears her tanks over her head. The cold air bites at her skin and her nipples harden, gooseflesh spotting all over her stomach and arms. “You two are both finally frakking right about something.”
“Frak, Kara.” Sam reaches for her and she smacks his hands away, leaning over again to push him onto his back, unfastening his pants with deft fingers. He groans, his hips arching upwards as she strips his clothes down. She shifts off of Leoben and kneels between him and Sam, her hands on Sam’s thigh and stomach as she takes him in her mouth, pressing him down hard against the brush and rocks. “Frak. Frak.” His hips arch up again and she takes him deeper, refusing to alter the pressure of her body bearing down on his.
She can feel the same rocks and brush digging into her knees as she digs her nails into Sam’s skin. She can feel Leoben behind her, knows he’s going to touch her before he does. She can sense him, ever since New Caprica, so feeling his hands undoing her belt and dragging her pants down, feeling him spreading her flesh is extra. She knows what he’s going to do to her before he does it, can feel the coldness of his fingers as they slide inside her before he penetrates her, before her body clamps tight around the thrust of them.
Her mouth echoes Leoben’s thrusts, taking Sam deep as the fingers fill her. Sam reaches out, his hand sliding down Kara’s side, fingers tangling with Leoben’s hand as he braces himself on her hip. Sam growls and Kara scrapes his cock with her teeth, feeling him shudder as Leoben snarls back, replacing his fingers with his cock and filling Kara with one hard stroke.
This is Earth. She chokes back a sound, swallowing it along with Sam’s cock. This is all there is. She sucks harder, mouth tight around him. She can’t hear Sam through the rush of blood in her ears, can’t taste him through the frustrated tears in her throat. This is it. Leoben’s hand tightens on her hip and he pounds into her, desperate and hard, blocking out everything but the thoughts in her head.
Gray skies. Black dirt. Radiation. Destruction.
Sam comes in her throat and she swallows him down, body shaking as Leoben’s fingers bruise her skin, holding her tightly as he pistons into her, hips wild and erratic. He stops suddenly and then she can feel the flood of him inside her.
She thinks about the Six. She thinks about Boomer. She thinks about Cally. She thinks about life.
She’s the death of the human race.
This is the end.
AUTHOR: Laura Smith
PAIRING: Leoben/Kara/Sam
RATING: R
SUMMARY: Seeking salvation
DISCLAIMER: Battlestar Galactica and all the characters therein belong to people who are not me. I make no profit from this, I just like playing with them.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Written for sionnain for the One Night Stand Ficathon. She requested "Leoben/Kara/Sam - violence". Thanks to inlovewithnight for the help.
“This?” Kara spits the word out as she shoves Leoben against the black rocks, remnants of something that came before. “This is it?” Anger surges through her and she wraps her fingers around his neck, watching the realization in his eyes as her fingers get tighter, as his breath gets shorter, as death comes knocking. “Everything we’ve been through has been for this?”
He chokes out something then his knee is up against her stomach, his hands at her shoulders and he pushes her away. Her grip breaks and she stumbles back a step, stopped from charging at him again as he kicks out, his boot solid against her chest. “You don’t get to kill me again.”
“Watch me.” She launches at him and he sidesteps, letting her slam into the rock. She groans as she whips around, the back of her hand against her nose to stop the blood. The smell of it is ripe in the air, and there are streaks in her hair as she pulls her hand away. She tackles him to the ground, fighting tooth and nail as he shifts their weight, rolling on top of her and pinning her against the dirt. She bucks up hard, her head smashing into his nose, his blood joining hers.
“Frak.” He grabs her neck and slams her head into the ground, thumbs pressing hard against her throat. She can feel her air disappearing, her vision blackening around the edges and the rest of the world glowing red. Blue shoots through it as the pressure slacks and then he’s gone and she’s coughing roughly, sitting up in time to see Sam and Leoben rolling down the incline through the dried brittle brush.
Getting to her feet, she follows them, blood thick in her throat, mixing with air until it hurts to breathe. Sam shoves Leoben against a rotten tree, the exposed inner flesh of it thick with moss, black and rust-red. “You frakking animal.” Sam’s growling like a beast himself, his large hands fisted in Leoben’s jacket, the collar of Leoben’s shirt at his neck, cutting into his skin. “Frakking tired of you taking whatever you want just because you want it, because you think you’ve got some frakking right to it.”
“Because she’s yours?” Leoben laughs the words, though they’re thin from lack of air. His elbow hits Sam hard and Sam stumbles back, not fast enough to evade Leoben’s reach, to keep him from throwing Sam down as well.
“She’s sure as frak not yours,” Sam rolls to escape Leoben’s booted foot, landing half in a stream, the water still steaming from an underground spring or worse. He gets up, wet and angry, his eyes darting from Leoben to Kara in the instant it takes Leoben to launch at him again.
Kara plows into both of them, sending them all into a heap on the ground. She grabs Leoben’s hand and pins him, sitting on his hip as she grabs Sam’s hand with her other. “Frak you both,” she snarls, twisting until she hears Leoben’s bones snap. His jaw tightens, but he doesn’t make a sound and she glares at Sam. “I don’t need a frakking protector. Especially a gods-damned Cylon.”
“You sure as frak need something, Kara.”
She looks down at him then leans in, kissing him hard. Sam’s mouth opens underneath hers and she presses the advantage, deepening the kiss for a moment before biting at his lips, making him moan. She thrusts down against Leoben’s hip, grinding into the bone as he watches them. She can feel his eyes on them and she can’t help but smile as she turns her head to him. “You think I need something?”
“Yeah.”
“What d’you know?” She sits up and strips off her jacket and shirt, tears her tanks over her head. The cold air bites at her skin and her nipples harden, gooseflesh spotting all over her stomach and arms. “You two are both finally frakking right about something.”
“Frak, Kara.” Sam reaches for her and she smacks his hands away, leaning over again to push him onto his back, unfastening his pants with deft fingers. He groans, his hips arching upwards as she strips his clothes down. She shifts off of Leoben and kneels between him and Sam, her hands on Sam’s thigh and stomach as she takes him in her mouth, pressing him down hard against the brush and rocks. “Frak. Frak.” His hips arch up again and she takes him deeper, refusing to alter the pressure of her body bearing down on his.
She can feel the same rocks and brush digging into her knees as she digs her nails into Sam’s skin. She can feel Leoben behind her, knows he’s going to touch her before he does. She can sense him, ever since New Caprica, so feeling his hands undoing her belt and dragging her pants down, feeling him spreading her flesh is extra. She knows what he’s going to do to her before he does it, can feel the coldness of his fingers as they slide inside her before he penetrates her, before her body clamps tight around the thrust of them.
Her mouth echoes Leoben’s thrusts, taking Sam deep as the fingers fill her. Sam reaches out, his hand sliding down Kara’s side, fingers tangling with Leoben’s hand as he braces himself on her hip. Sam growls and Kara scrapes his cock with her teeth, feeling him shudder as Leoben snarls back, replacing his fingers with his cock and filling Kara with one hard stroke.
This is Earth. She chokes back a sound, swallowing it along with Sam’s cock. This is all there is. She sucks harder, mouth tight around him. She can’t hear Sam through the rush of blood in her ears, can’t taste him through the frustrated tears in her throat. This is it. Leoben’s hand tightens on her hip and he pounds into her, desperate and hard, blocking out everything but the thoughts in her head.
Gray skies. Black dirt. Radiation. Destruction.
Sam comes in her throat and she swallows him down, body shaking as Leoben’s fingers bruise her skin, holding her tightly as he pistons into her, hips wild and erratic. He stops suddenly and then she can feel the flood of him inside her.
She thinks about the Six. She thinks about Boomer. She thinks about Cally. She thinks about life.
She’s the death of the human race.
This is the end.