bsg slashathon

Comment Ficathon: Mid-event Round-up

2008-10-11T21:02:34Z

Hello everybody, this is your mid-event round-up and reminder!

We're half-way through and I am so overwhelmed and pleased with the turn-out so far. How many amazing fics have been written so far for our first-ever comment ficathon? Twenty-three, that's how many!

Twenty-Three!

Holy mac & cheese, that's outstanding!

We have until next Saturday (October 18th) to write, write write. (Did you know you can write for your own prompts if you like? Yup!) And I'm sure that those of us who have written would love any and all feedback we get, so take a peek behind the cut where I've listed everything that's been written so far. When you're done over there, head back on over to the prompts and put that muse to work.

(And just a quick reminder that anyone, even non-members, can participate, and if you want to post your fic anonymously, you're more than welcome to.)

pairing, title or prompt, rating, author

PAIRINGS
Anders/Duck, Hope to Lose Myself For Good, pg, dayln03
Anders/Leoben, Trump, pg13, sionnain
Anders/Chief, A Place I Don't Feel Lost, pg13, superduperkc
Anders/Gaeta, Goal, teen, i_want_2
Anders/Gaeta, Fans, teen, i_want_2
Anders/Gaeta, Fare Offer, teen, i_want_2
Anders/Gaeta, Fuck It, teen, i_want_2
Anders/Gaeta, Earth That Was, teen, i_want_2
Anders/Male Cylon Raider, Sleep, g, sionnain
Baltar/Gaeta, Novice, pg13, lls_mutant
Doral/Leoben Us and Them, pg, exploding_candy
Helo/Gaeta, Blue My Mind, teen, i_want_2
Helo/Gaeta, Sexual Harassment, teen, i_want_2
Helo/Gaeta, Midnighter, teen, i_want_2
Jammer/Gaeta, Sweetness, teen, i_want_2
Jammer/Gaeta, Dirty Laundry, teen, i_want_2
Lee/Gaeta, Jilted, teen, i_want_2
Leoben/Leoben, Stargazing, teen, sionnain

THREESOMES
Anders/Leoben/Kara, Switch, adult, sionnain
Anders/Chief/Baltar, Gossip, teen, blue_crow

CROSSOVERS
Anders/Castiel (SPN), Where the Pinions Stoop to Earth, pg, lizardbth_j
Baltar/Nathan Petrelli (Heroes)/Caprica, New York, New Friends, teen, krilymcc
Baltar/Nathan Petrelli, Woke to a Blood Red Sky, adult, krilymcc

Comment Ficathon – Fic Post

2008-10-06T01:06:03Z

Welcome to our first ever Comment Ficathon!

We're blown away by the participation so far, all the fantastic and diverse prompts we received last week. Now it's time to see how much fic we can generate—and how much fun we can have writing and reading!

• WHAT? Pick a pairing and one of the prompts listed for it, and then write a comment fic.
• HOW MANY? You can do any many as you want; the more, the better!
• WHO? This comment ficathon is open to anyone, whether you're a member of this comm or not. Anonymous posting is also allowed.
• WHEN? Posting will be open from now through Saturday, October 18.
• HOW? Please read and follow the guidelines below before you begin sharing your comment fic.

POSTING GUIDELINES

1. Limit fic to one comment (4,300 characters maximum). If it's longer than that, post the fic in your own LJ and provide a link to it in a comment here. Please do not post stories in a separate post here at the comm. All fic or links to fic should be posted in comments to this entry.

2. One fic per comment, to avoid confusion.

3. Please stick to the pairings and prompts given. Keep in mind: sex/porn in certainly fun, but you can do anything you want with these prompts, provided you keep in mind that these are pairing/threesome-oriented stories.

4. Please format your subject line as follows:

Title (if you have one), pairing, prompt(s), rating.

Example: Cloud Nine, Baltar/Gaeta, rise, R.

5. If you write about anything that would typically warrant a warning note (i.e., graphic violence, non-consensual sex, incest, etc.), please include one at the top of your comment. Example: [warning: sex with dubious consent].

Note: All the prompts for each pairing are listed together after the pairing, separated by commas. You need only pick one of them to write on (although you're certainly allowed to use more than one if you want).

Thanks to superduperkc for doing the majority of this compiling and coding. You're my hero!

PAIRINGS
Anders/Baltar: celebrity, hope, prayer, self-loathing, self-doubt, seduction, lies, bullets, punishment, strangers, "why me?", "why not?", sweat
Anders/Doral: break, tired, fight, red
Anders/Duck: memory, hands, pyramid, rescue, snow, freckles, warm, hollow, pulse, erase, morning, prayers, fingers through hair, heavy, wall, escape, filthy, leaves, bite, fear, simple, dirt, coffee, mask, identity, dreams, sew, gratitude, shelter, scrubbed clean, stitched, rescue, fate
Anders/Gaeta: pyramid, dorks, cards, "too pretty to die," lost
Anders/Hotdog: nugget, gun-shy, late, soil, wait, tether, showers, thud, grin, glass, trade
Anders/Jammer: lost, peaches, animal, right, give, torn
Anders/Lee: safe, shelter, fragile, tease, bait, question, shiver, breath, stranded, mine, dirt, destiny, gravel, skin, light, hands, first, trick, prove
Anders/Leoben: stomach, quiet, right, lose, truth, earth, hips, luck, defeat, lips, cool, judgement, mud, shoreline, shiver, moon, pulse, uneven, wound, feral, blind, drain, vein, thunder, rest, fire, sheets, tide, lonely, truth, destruction, the resistance, Caprica, judging you, brothers, sheets, water, deep
Anders/Male Cylon Raider: cold
Baltar/Anyone: first
Baltar/Any Male Cylon: curious, savior
Baltar/Billy: right
Baltar/Gaeta: communication, need, mistake, lucky, comfort, mutual, desperation, mistrust, companion, riddle, understanding, sunshine, secrets, scientific method, please, blood, pain, want, go back, hysterical, desperation, fallen, rise
Baltar/Lee: law
Baltar/Romo: silence
Bill/Tigh: old friend, ambrosia, forever, abandon, forgiveness, simple
Billy/Anders: gone
Billy/Doral: cylon, stroke
Billy/Lee: blind, before, wish
Chief/Anders: wake, solid, cold, build, breath, abandoned, gray, fire, punishment, breakfast, keep, earth, hard, alone, eyes, comfort, stars, side-arm, virgon brew, family, father, rough, tender, simple, forest, dirt, desperate, mirror, hand-jobs, pills, comfort, poison, guns, trial run
Chief/Gaeta: technobabble
Doral/Duck: economy
Doral/Jammer: lost, peaches, animal, future, betrayal
Gaeta/Hoshi: reluctance, scars, chance, friendship, healing, grief, past
Gaeta/HotDog: missing, balance, weight, shift, doubt, puzzles, roomies
Gaeta/Skulls: heat, Raptor, voyerism, listening
Helo/Chief: brig, grip, family, reconcile, home, steel, drunk
Helo/Anders: guns, bite, wrong, cylon, friends, drunk, top, gold, back, decide, instead
Helo/HotDog: hiding, raptor
Helo/Gaeta: lockers, CIC, boxers
Jammer/Gaeta: desperation, laughter
Lee/Gaeta: ring
Lee/Helo: a long time ago, incinerated, addiction, friction, once, bitter, fortune, boss, time
Lee/Romo: lost, gift, sacrifice, window, glass, theft, business, spite, answers, secrets, advice, trouble, rival, weak
Lee/Centurion(s): revenge, red, drowning
Lee/Zarek:: snake, chance, worry, truth, peace
Leoben/Doral: breakfast, paint, machine, loyalty, determination, fruit, teacher, human
Leoben/Leoben: destiny, honor, god, ecstasy, devotion, praise, mystery, revenance, stars, ocean, sand
Leoben/Simon: devious, analyze, metal, machine, data, cold, curious, blasphemy, logic, blood, jealousy, wine, stories
Leoben/Scar: paper
Simon/Simon: exploration, surgical, calculating, unwanted, plans, patience, soothe
Zarek/Cottle: quiet, smoke, space
Zarek/Gaeta: healing, lost, comfort, idealism, mud

THREESOMES
Anders/Leoben/Kara: home, rough, power, blind, hover, free, giving in, hide, spine, shelter, rain, barn, grass, neck, survivors, theory, sweat, puzzles, tongue, time, pillar, overcome, sublte, gash, strength, games, refuge, bodies, thirst, teeth, team, spine
Anders/Chief/Leoben: stones, shore
Anders/Tigh/Caprica: night
Anders/Baltar/Kara: yellow, burn, mud, hangover, toasters, ideas, demands
Anders/Baltar/Eight: "show me", help, unknown, silence
Anders/Baltar/Boomer: rage, chocolate, past lives, together
Anders/Baltar/Three: ambassador, meow
Anders/Chief/Baltar: song, hands
Anders/Leoben/Baltar: liquid, chanting
Baltar/Doral/Centurion: test, trapped, cold, power, confession, blood, velvet
Baltar/Gaeta/Hoshi: anger, mistake, drunk, dare, challenge, uncertain
Baltar/Simon/Centurion: cold, test, power, trapped, confession, blood, velvet
Baltar/Tigh/Caprica: rain
Billy/Gaeta/Dee: oops, discovery, presidential
Gaeta/Baltar/Boomer: hollow, static, knots, regrets, once, torment, frustration, wreckage
Gaeta/Baltar/Six: eyes, invasion
Helo/Anders/Natalie: water
Helo/Anders/Sharon: toasterfrakker, sweat, bend, laugh, long, heavy, reconstruct, white
HotDog/Gaeta/Baltar: birthday, "as you wish", anything, shock
HotDog/Gaeta/Dee: off-duty, release
HotDog/Gaeta/Kat: punchdrunk, crazy
Lee/Anders/Kara: new caprica
Leoben/Baltar/Tory: faith, paths, chilly, unexpected, brittle, searching
Leoben/Lee/Doral: damage, torment, God, abandonment, horizon, sacrilege
Leoben/Lee/Simon: torment, God, damage, abandonment, horizon, sacrilege

4 OR MORE
Every Male Cylon/Sam Anders: belonging, communion

RPF
Aaron Douglas/Tahmoh Penikett: gesture, coffee, sidewalk, hangover, script
Callum Keith Rennie/Michael Trucco: coffee, bruises, reunion, drive, taste, cigarettes, shoulders, limit, balance, quiet, midnight, rough, strength, raw, farm, boots, white, rehearsal, concussion, closet, lazy, pressure, back muscles, dessert, premiere, desperate
Callum Keith Rennie/Michael Trucco/Katee Sackhoff: familiar, tangled, changes, milk, once, stone, sheets, even, mint, noise, stairs, weeds, river, trip, lessons, paint, on-set, tabloids, billiards, camping, isolated, alleyway
Michael Trucco/Tamoh Penikett/Tricia Helfer: final days, set, shift
Michael Trucco/Tahmoh Penikett/Katee Sackhoff: after, cab, if, carpet, tangle, camera

CROSSOVERS
Anders/John Sheppard (Stargate: Atlantis): fly, clouds, over, rush, jungle, mission, rain, enemies
Anders/Ronon Dex (Stargate: Atlantis): off-world, sparring, fierce, rush, hard
Anders/Daniel Jackson (Stargate: SG-1): myth, research, know, "frak?"
Anders/Derek Reese (Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles): guns, blood, machine
Anders/Billy Morgan (Knight Rider): earth
Anders/Castiel (Supernatural): angels
Anders/Sam Winchester (Supernatural): apocalypse, fate
Anders/Malcolm Reynolds (Firefly) rivalry, drained, rescue
Anders/Adam Monroe (Heroes)/Hiro Nakamura (Heroes): unending
Kara/Anders/Tenth Doctor (Doctor Who): companions, team, Torchwood Caprica
Kara/Anders/Mickey Smith (Doctor Who): rebuilding
Any BSG Male/Jack Harkness (Torchwood): time, flight, captain, Caprica
Baltar/Billy Morgan (Knight Rider): computers
Baltar/Nathan Petrelli (Heroes): red
Baltar/Nathan Petrelli (Heroes)/Caprica: New York, silk sheets, Penthouse
Billy/George Michael Bluth (Arrested Development): awkward
Billy/Sam Seaborn (The West Wing): The oval Office
Cavil/Father Lankester Merrin (The Exorcist): tea
Doral/Arnie Swenton (The Cleaner): meth
Lee/Matt Saracen (Friday Night Lights): daddy issues
Lee/Simon Tam (Firefly): earth-that-was
Leoben/Otto (Kingdom Hospital): hallways
Leoben/Nathan Petrelli (Heroes): revelations, goal, safe

Comment Ficathon – calling all prompts!

2008-09-29T04:01:45Z

As we mentioned the other day, in a week's time we'll be starting a two week comment ficathon (October 5-18).

Our main goal is to find a way for us to collectively spark our creativity and have fun writing BSG slash again. We're doing this along the lines of the Porn Battle, except we're not limiting ourselves to porn. We'd like to see how many people we can get to participate—and how much slashy goodness we can generate—but before anybody can get writing, we need you to…

PROMPT US!

Look for guidelines for writing and posting fic when the ficathon gets underway, but this week, we're just looking for simple prompts: pairing + one word. Anybody can leave prompts, regardless of whether you're a member of the comm.
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GUIDELINES FOR PROMPT SUBMISSION:

1. Submission format: pairing, word. Example: Felix/Gaius, white.

2. Submit as many as you like—for several different pairings and/or multiple prompts for the same pairing, if you want. The more possibilities, the merrier. :)

3. Please remember we're a community for m/m slash. Hey, we love het and f/f slash (and gen, too!), but those genres already have challenge communities devoted to them. Boyslash did not, which is why we created this comm. But note: threesomes involving women are welcome…so long as it's a slashy threesome (for instance Leoben/Sam/Kara, rather than Leoben/Kara/Sam).

4. Also welcome: real person fiction and crossovers. If writing about characters outside the BSG fandom, please include the crossover fandom name in the prompt submission. Example: Helo/Ron Weasley (Harry Potter), trip.

5. Prompting closes Saturday, October 4, so you have all week to scheme and plan...and submit!

comment ficathon upcoming!

2008-09-26T04:57:41Z

It's been pretty quiet around the world of BSG slash lately, and that certainly needs to change, no? But if you're like me and superduperkc, you might need a bit of inspiration, a way to jump-start your muse. So...

It's time for a mini fic explosion! Prompts will be collected September 28 - October 4 and posted soon after, with the two weeks after that to get your writing in.

Two weeks?! Yep. Think oxoniensis's infamous Porn Battle: quick and dirty. Or, you know, not so dirty, lol. We're down with the PG, too. :)

We'll make the official post with all the hairy details on Sunday, but for now, we just want you to

1. Do some thinking about awesome one word prompts for your favorite pairings
2. Get excited about churning out some comment fic (or longer, if the muse inspires you!)
3. Give your slash-minded BSG friends a good poke and tell them to come and join us

bsg_slashathon @ 2008-07-28T22:18:00

2008-07-29T02:21:19Z

I just wanted to let you guys know that the Porn Battle has started and there are a ton of really great slashy bsg prompts there!

On an unrelated note, I know that I mentioned to some of you about the possibility of an event being held here sometime this summer, but with so many fic-writing events going on so close together and many overlapping, I have decided to just wait until things are less busy in fic-land on LJ. I fear some people may be getting burned out. (Which may or may not include myself!)

Gaius Does the Galactica

2008-07-04T13:56:30Z

I've been kicking this idea around for weeks.

I have always liked the idea of taking one character and moving him through the entire cast of a show or game or whatever, finding the sort of character who would have the devotion to frakk everyone and weave that into some kind of a storyline. With Gaius, it is too compelling for me to pass up speculation- how many of these people could he score realistically, how would the situations play out? What would flat out not work?

This is mostly crack speculation, but I'd love to declare this more of a challenge and farm out pieces to people for some of the more daring ones- if anyone has a suggestion for someplace to find BSG het writers that would be interested, I'd like to stick this there as well, as I'm much more of a slash writer.

Anyway, here's my compilation of BSG characters (was going for an even number) that Gaius Baltar could possibly frakk:

1. William Adama |
2. Laura Roslin |
*3. Kara "Starbuck" Thrace |
4. Lee "Apollo" Adama |
5. Gaius Baltar | (Well, he does appear to himself, so...)
*6.Number Six (Caprica Six) |
7. Number Eight/Sharon |
8. Saul Tigh |
9. Galen Tyrol |
10. Karl "Helo" Agathon |
11. Felix Gaeta |
12. Anastasia Dualla |
13. Samuel Anders |
*14. Tory Foster |
15. Tom Zarek |
16. Number One/Cavil |
17. Number Two/Leoben |
*18. Number Three/D'Anna |
19. Number Four/Simon |
20. Number Five/Doral |
21. Billy Keikeya |
22. Ellen Tigh |
23. Helena Cain |
24. Louanne "Kat" Katraine |
25. Alex "Crashdown" Quartararo |
26. Kendra Shaw |
27. Cally Tyrol |
*28. Gina Inviere |
29. Natalie |
30. Sharon "Athena" Agathon |

* indicates existing conquest.

Noteworthy slash moments on BSG?

2008-07-04T03:54:53Z

I need help for a vid bunny, and I was hoping that the generous slashers of BSG fandom would come to my rescue...

I'm doing a huge multi-pairing, all-slash, vid for the men of BSG, and it's shaping up to be AWESOMESAUCE. But. I pretty much have only paid attention to Anders/Lee, and some Anders/Chief or Helo/Lee along the way. Even with those, I'm sure there are moments of pure slash brilliance that I have missed!

So! Tell me the episodes/scenes that you can think of that are most delightfully slashy for your man-pairing of choice:

Gaius/Gaeta!
Tigh/Adama!
Anders/Lee!
Helo/Lee!
Helo/Chief!
Chief/Anders!
Hoshi/Gaeta!
Leoben/Anders!
cylon-on-cylon!
Whatever/whomever!

And don't limit yourselves to scenes with potential romantic/sexual undertones. Any tension/interaction that perks your notice between two men will do! The more scenes I have to work with, over a broader range of pairings, the sweeter this vid will be :)

ETA: Thanks for all the help guys! The finished vid is up here.

the boys we love loving the boys we love... and stuff...

2008-06-18T22:35:30Z

I'm a chronic multi-shipper so it's honestly hard for me to talk about my favorite Battlestar Galactica slash pairings and bsg rps pairings without mentioning my favorite het pairings as well. But I will try to restrain myself. (No promises with threesomes, though.)

For me, I notice there are a few characters that I love and I can ship them with just about anybody, generally speaking. Let's see if I can outline the whys and the wherefores of my favorite bsg slash pairings.

Warning, spoilers for all seasons under this cut.

The one guy? Sam Anders (and conversely, Michael Trucco):
Can we talk about how easily slashable this guy is? I don't know what it is about him, but he is. He was a bit of an enigma, first of all. Going from a guest star to regular cast member, we didn't know all that much about him. He was an unofficial soldier and a pro athlete and, essentially? Unemployed. Before the whole, final four/nugget viper pilot gig, he had a lot of free time on his hands... with his hands... you know what I am saying? He's very gregarious and open, and he's got chemistry with just about everybody he shares screentime with, which helps.

Tyrol/Sam:
This is my first love as far as BSG slash pairings go. There's just something about these cuddly boys fighting side by side on New Caprica and then discovering that they are cylons together. I think dayln03 actually prompted me with them once, post season three, and I was in love with the pairing ever since. It just makes sense. Their storylines have been somewhat parallel, each going through the same, or similar, things. I honestly cannot resist them together.

Duck/Sam:
Okay so I think I can blame cynthia_arrow for this one. She first put the idea in my head. I wrote my first (and only) Sam/Duck fic for our first challenge here at the slashathon and they really have become the kind of fanon that is canon to me at this point. They've really only had one scene together in one episode in the entire series, but they hug in it! And there's angst! And they stare at each other longingly! They're just two sweaty, pyramid-playing, strong-armed boys hugging! How many of the male characters on this show have hugged that weren't related? So yeah, that was just some slash waiting to happen and I personally think more people should write them!

(You could argue that Duck is a Gary Stu cause he hasn't been in the show that much, a few episodes in season 2 and one in season three. But if you watch the Resistance webisodes, there's a lot more to him - who he is, what he lost, the reasons he decided to sacrifice himself, etc.)

Leoben/Sam:
I can't say I ever had the desire to slash Leoben, which is really weird for me considering that I really like the slash. But part of this, I realize, is because Leoben hasn't had that much interaction with the other male characters. When he and Sam had their moment in The Road Less Travelled and I remembered that Sam had interrogated Leoben on Caprica during the first resistance, this pairing started making a lot more sense to me. They're both cylons, and they're both hung up on Kara Thrace, and they're both really hot so... what's not to slash? I say, slash away. (And if you want to throw Kara in the mix, because I totally would, then go right ahead!)

Other pairings that I have less to say about:
Callum Keith Rennie/Michael Trucco: My only RPF slash pairing. (And you could throw in a Tricia or a Katee and make it an even three and I would not complain.)
Helo/Tyrol: What is it about guys who are hung up on (essentially) the same woman? And lets not forget their time in the brig together.
Hotdog/Sam: I need to thank cynthia_arrow for writing probably the only fic with this pairing. And holy hell! It is hot as shit! I don't know what it is about Hotdog, but I have this strange urge to pair him with Sam. (And Kara, but I promised I wouldn't talk about that!) The poor boy needs some, alright.
Sam/Lee: This is a pairing that I kind of fell out of love with, but it's still one of my favorites. Oh, boys.
Lee/Romo: He gave him a dog! OKAY?
ETA!!!: Sam/Helo So I kind of dig it. Just because I can alright? Do not question me.

I know these reasonings are far from academic, but I'm pretty sure my brain has turned to mush over the past few months so you'll have to excuse it. But what do you think? Agree? Disagree? What are your favorite pairings?

General Guidelines for Posting at this Community

2008-06-18T20:23:39Z

GENERAL GUIDELINES

-- Please keep your posts on topic.

What is allowed? → Aside from any fic written for any of our challenges and events, slashy picspams, discussions, ship manifestos, topic-y questions for your fellow writers/readers, etc. are always welcome here.

What is not allowed → Simply, don't advertise unrelated work. (Including icons and fic.) When it comes to posting fic, please only post fic that is written for an event held at this community. If you want to advertise unrelated work, you can always post that at bsg_slash and many other bsg-related communities. It's not that we don't love the hell out of all bsg slash, it's just that we want this community to be for discussion and fic-writing events. If you'd like to advertise another community or event, please contact one of our maintainers to get permission before posting.

FIC GUIDELINES

--Any pickiness about ratings/kinks? Nope. Anything from pre-slash to smut to serious kink!fic is cool here… as long as stories are labeled as such and things that might potentially disturb people (if you're a kink writer, you know what those are) are listed in the warnings.

--Length? 500 word minimum unless otherwise specified in the challenge.

--Spoilers? Please label for spoilers, future spoilers as well as episodes already aired. Especially recently aired episodes.

--RPF? (Real Person Fic?) Why not!

--Crossovers? Sure! Just keep them show-centric. (Meaning no RPF crossovers.)

--Women allowed? Sort of. This is for m/m slash only, so that leaves out het and femmeslash. Women are, however, perfectly welcome in a threesome — as long as it's clearly a slashy threesome and not just an excuse for sneaking in the het. In other words, MMF not MFM. The boys MUST be touching!

FORMATTING

Subject lines: Please include the title, pairing, and rating. Example: Bunk Mates (Helo/Apollo, R).

Headers: Make sure to include the following info:

Title:
Pairing:
Rating:
Warnings: (if you have any—about spoilers or about potentially disturbing violence or sexual situations)
Prompt:
Summary:
A/N: (if you have any)

Maybe Especially Now (Anders/Helo, NC-17)

2008-05-06T21:06:40Z

Title: Maybe Especially Now
Characters/Pairing: Anders, Helo (Anders/Helo); but very much concerning Kara/Anders as well as Helo/Sharon
Rating: NC-17 (references to sex are mostly slash but also some het, too)
Summary: Anders reflects back on Kara and Helo's time with the C-Bucs on Caprica. Angst. AU-ish, but trying to keep it as close to canon as possible. Spoilers for "Crossroads, part two." 10,800 words.
Note: For prompt #30: Come, break me down. Bury me, bury me (lyrics from "The Kill," by 30 Seconds to Mars)

His fists were bleeding when he came to them

vid: bsg - tower over me - sam/duck

2008-03-24T02:02:41Z

Title: Tower Over Me
Vidder: dayln03
Song/Artist: We are Broken by Paramore
Fandom/Pairing: Battlestar Galactica, Sam/Tucker (some Duck/Nora, Sam/Kara)
Size/Length: 52.71MB WMV, 2:35
Summary: In the midst of the Cylon occupation on New Caprica, Sam and Duck find comfort in each other
Notes: Inspired by this fic by superduperkc written for this here BSG Slashathon!

here at everydamnthing

"The Sign" (Simon/Hotdog, R)

2008-03-23T22:41:25Z

Title: The Sign
Pairing: Simon/Brendan "Hotdog" Costanza
Rating: R for sex, dubious consent
Prompt: #6, stock image
Length: 2,510 words
Summary: It said "keep out", so you did.

A few blocks away from the house where he grew up there was this abandoned building. It was a warehouse of some kind, or a factory, or a steel mill, or an auto plant. Nobody knew for sure.

There was a fence around the building twice as tall as any grown-up. And on that fence was a metal sign as old and beat-up as the building it stood in front of, but with letters clearly readable nonetheless.

“NO TRESPASSING. KEEP OUT.”

The neighborhood kids would gather in front of the fence and tell each other stories. About what they thought, or had heard, lay inside. About what the place really had been once upon a time. And they’d bicker and argue over it, and dare each other to find proof.

But none of them ever did.

Walking home from school in the afternoons he would pass it, and he’d stand there with fingers curled into the chain fence, peering unblinkingly at the big empty building with the broken windows and the rusty walls. And he’d wonder, just what was this place? What was inside? And curiosity burned in him to know, an itching like crawling bugs in his brain that kept him awake long after his parents made him turn the lights out and go to bed.

He wanted to climb the fence. He wanted to explore the building. He wanted to know.

But he never did it. He never dared. Because of the sign.

Silly that stamped letters hanging on a rusty fence could have such power, but they did. Those words had some kind of strength, some kind of authority.

“Keep out”, it said. And you did.

He doesn’t know why he’s thinking about this now: why he’s remembering pointless stuff from when he was a kid, when there are some far more pressing things going on.

Like his Viper getting shot down in a deep-space dogfight. Like it exploding seconds after he’d managed to eject.

He only hopes most of the Fleet got away. He only hopes the other pilots took the Raiders out.

He can only hope these things, because he doesn’t know what happened. He must’ve been knocked unconscious by the explosion, or a piece of debris, because the next thing he remembers is waking up here.

The white and silver walls gleam blindingly, the only sound the hum from the pulsing red light. The bed is a standard hospital cot, hard mattress and thin sheets, except for the straps across his wrists and ankles holding him down.

He’s naked save for his regulation gray boxer-briefs and his entire midsection is wrapped in gauze. The area underneath the bandages burns in pain, searing worse when he tries to move. Not that he really can move.

His teeth are chattering from pain and cold and anger and yeah, okay, fear. No shame in admitting it, he figures. Not when it’s just to himself.

Maybe Starbuck wouldn’t be afraid. Maybe not Apollo, or Helo, or any of the big ones, the hot-shots, the pilots with Galactica since the day of the attack that haven’t been shot down yet. But he isn’t one of them: he’s Hotdog, the experienced rookie, the Fleet wash-out that got lucky enough to get a second chance when everybody better got killed.

Yeah, he’s been real lucky. Right up until the part where he got captured by Cylons.

He doesn’t know how long it is he’s left alone like this, when the door finally opens and a single toaster strolls in.

It’s the darker skinjob, the one that’s supposed to be a doctor. It bends over him, checking his bandages. Those Cylon fingertips brush against his naked skin and he freezes. He holds his breath, waiting for it to say something.

But it doesn’t. It smiles to itself as it examines the gauze, and its eyes flicker up to his face for the briefest moment before it goes back to its work. Not ignoring him, just not saying anything.

With practiced ease, it begins unwinding the white cotton.

“I’m going to change your bandages now,” it says. Its voice is calm and informative.

“What did you do to me?” he blurts, finally. He knows he shouldn’t be talking to this thing, but he can’t hold it in.

“Nothing.” The Cylon quirks an eyebrow, just slightly: “Nothing besides saving your life, that is. Your abdomen was penetrated rather badly by a fragment from your Viper, Lieutenant.”

When the bandages are pulled away he can indeed see a nasty gash along one side, the edges of his skin puckering where they’ve been pulled back together after having been ripped apart. The sight makes him woozy, and he quickly looks away.

“My Viper never would have exploded if you hadn’t shot me,” he counters sharply, biting out his words in a spasm of rage.

The Cylon only looks back at him with a smile.

“If we hadn’t brought you onboard, you would have died out there,” it says with smooth, infuriating calmness.

“Maybe I’d prefer that,” he replies, harsh, “over being a Cylon prisoner.”

The Cylon doesn’t say anything to this. Its shoulders rise slightly in a dismissive shrug as it goes to work replacing his bandages, but other than that it chooses not to dignify his statement with a reply.

He lies there, wanting to flinch away from every touch against his skin, but unable to because of the restraints and the pain. He curls his fingers into fists and pulls his lips back in a snarl until the Cylon is finally done.

“Now, I’d like to undo your restraints,” it says, almost cheerfully, “but I don’t know if I should. You have no chance of escape. There’s only one door to this room and it’s quite impenetrable from this side. All that getting up from this bed will accomplish is ripping your stitches out.”

It folds its arms and looks down at him patiently.

“So, what do you say? Can I trust you to behave yourself?”

He wants to refuse, just to spite it. But his wrists are already killing him and he’s losing circulation in his toes. He grits his teeth and nods.

“Good.” It loosens the buckles carefully and he immediately pulls free, exhaling despite himself in relief as he flexes his fingers to restore feeling. “I’m Simon, by the way.”

“I know which one you are,” he grits. It occurs to him, too late, that when the Cylon was still bent over him was an opportunity to reach up and grab its neck.

“And I know who you are, Lieutenant Costanza,” it replies evenly. “Hotdog.” The corner of its lips rises peaceably. “Do you mind if I call you Brendan?”

He draws a breath, stiffly, and holds it.

“Can I really do anything to stop you?”

The Cylon- Simon -actually chuckles.

“No, I suppose not.” It turns its back on him. “Rest up, Brendan,” it calls over one shoulder, before going out the door.
_________

He doesn’t know how long he’s been here. The lights never turn off and there’s nothing to gauge the passing of time.

He figures it must be days at least. They keep feeding him, giving him water, and his body keeps needing it, which tells him it’s been awhile.

He sleeps a little, probably less than he should, but between the frakking lights and the fact that he’s a prisoner on a Cylon ship…well, mainly, he lies there and thinks, because he can’t do anything else.

He’d get out of the bed if there was actually somewhere to go. He’d get out of the bed if it didn’t hurt so damn much. He’d get out of the bed if there was even a chance he could find a way out, fight his way across the ship and somehow escape before he bled to death. But there isn’t, so he just lies there and stares at the pulsing ceiling, feeling like he’s going to puke.

He keeps thinking about the old factory and the sign hanging on its fence.

Simon keeps coming. He assumes it’s the same one, because he has no real way of knowing. The Cylon cleans his wound, redresses it; checks up on how he’s doing.

He’s healing, which is another way he knows he’s been here some time.

“What do you want with me?” he demands of the Cylon. He keeps expecting questions, an interrogation, but so far there’s been none. He keeps wracking his brain for what the toasters will do to him, but keeps coming up empty. “You wouldn’t be fixing me up if you just wanted to kill me.”

“That seems like a fairly reasonable assumption,” Simon responds conversationally. It takes in the state of his stitches and makes notes on a clipboard.

He swallows; grits his teeth as he forces himself to continue.

“You wouldn’t be doing this if you were gonna torture me either,” he says. “So, what: Am I gonna wind up a guinea pig in some Cylon experiment? Gonna cut me apart and do something with the pieces, or use me as a stud in your freak-baby breeding program?”

Simon snorts a little. Like it thinks he’s funny.

“Don’t worry, Brendan. You’re in good hands,” it says enigmatically. “We have some very special plans.” It smiles to itself. “You’re part of something important.”

It feels along the edge of his bandages, making sure they’re secure. Then it runs its hands smoothly along his ribs and stomach, stroking. Caressing.

He chokes; jaw clenches and he grips the mattress.

“Are you cold?” Simon asks.

“What?” His fingers twist in the sheets.

“Are you cold, Brendan?” The Cylon’s eyes narrow and it looks at him pointedly. “You’re shivering.”

It’s smiling again, but differently.

“You done?” he bites out, unable to reply any other way.

After it’s gone, he gets up carefully and walks along the walls. He limps stiffly in a loop three, five, twenty times until he’s worn out. Just like he expected, there’s no way out.

He already knew there wouldn’t be. He had to look anyway.

He thinks he knows now, why it is that the metal sign from his childhood keeps coming back to his thoughts. It’s because right now, he could use something like that: a talisman, a warding charm, something to keep him safe. Something to protect him. A shield. Any kind of defense.

It had power, the sign. It said “no”, so you didn’t. It said “keep out”, so you did. You didn’t touch. You didn’t go near. You didn’t dare.

He wishes he had power like that. Especially here and now.

The next time Simon comes, it only takes a few seconds to give his bandages a cursory glance.

“How are you feeling, Brendan?”

There’s a hand resting on his knee. The gesture could seem almost casual, automatic even. But the fingers tighten ever so slightly, the digits brushing in a meaningful way across his skin. He struggles to draw breath.

“I’m a prisoner on a frakking Basestar. I’ve got an aching hole punched in my gut and I’m almost naked in a freezing metal cell. How do you think I feel?”

Simon chuckles lowly.

“I wasn’t talking about the obvious.” There’s something dark in its eyes, and it strokes him further. “I was wondering if you had any other needs. Are you lonely?” The fingers slide down along the inside of his thigh. “Tense?”

That one word is low and gravelly, filled with sharp innuendo.

A lump forms in his throat and his eyes start to burn.

“Don’t,” he says.

“Don’t what?” it asks brightly. It caresses along the side of his leg slow and gentle, almost tickling, until it reaches his cock. Then it starts to caress that too.

“N-no. No.” He almost wishes he was still strapped down because at least then he’d have an excuse for why he doesn’t get up, doesn’t move. “Get your hands off me.”

“Why, exactly?”

There’s a wry smile on about half of its mouth. Its fingers keep stroking him, teasing along the head of his dick and then pressing harder across his balls until the whole hand is gripping him by the base. His body reacts even though he doesn’t want it to, and he breathes in sharply.

“Because you don’t like this? Because you don’t want me to? Or because you feel like you shouldn’t? Like you’re not allowed?”

It tightens its grip on his cock and begins rubbing him more firmly, with unmistakable intent. A groan is torn from the back of his throat. He tilts his head back, trying to look away, but he can still feel the Cylon’s hand and then the press of its legs against his, the weight of its upper body as it climbs onto the cot over him and straddles him, leaning against him to get close.

“I said no,” he forces out, shaking. “I told you to stop.” The hand doesn’t, and he feels the smooth material of the Cylon’s dress shirt, the rougher fiber of its doctor’s coat, glide against the bare skin of his chest. “I told you I didn’t want it.”

“No, you didn’t.” It whispers now, serene and matter-of-fact, even as it jerks his hard-on with one hand and runs the other along his back, touching his spine. “You didn’t say anything of the sort.”

He opens his mouth but all that comes out is a half-formed sound of desperate protest, trailing off weakly into something like a whimper.

“I tell you what, Brendan. I’ll make you a deal.” The pumping motion it’s been making on his cock is getting faster now and it’s rolled its grip around so he’s secure in its palm, drawn tightly into its fist. “If you can look me in the eye and tell me you don’t want this, if you can say ‘no’ and really mean it, then I’ll stop.”

Against his will his back starts to arch; his hips start to thrust with the motion, even though he desperately wants them not to.

“So go on, if you can. Say you don’t want it. Say it.”

The words flash inside his head; those big bold printed metal letters you could read from even a few feet away. He can see it in his mind clear as day.

No trespassing. Keep out. Stay back. Don’t Touch. Stop.

He wishes he had a sign. A sign he could hang over himself, casting a protective net over his body. A line that none dared cross, not because of any reason but just because that’s what it said: “Keep out”. So everyone did.

But he doesn’t have that kind of power. He doesn’t have a sign.

His mouth opens, closes, and opens again in a half-formed circle from which only tiny ragged pants escape. Simon presses against him his cock in its hand, its other hand in the space between his shoulder blades. Its lips brush on the side of his throat.

He closes his eyes tight, reading the sign over and over in his mind.

Don't Stop (Anders/Lee, NC-17)

2008-03-23T02:47:59Z

Title: Don't Stop
Pairing: Anders/Lee
Rating: NC-17
Summary: New Caprica. AU (you know, the way you have to ignore the looming presence of a certain blonde sometimes). 4200 words of absolutely shameless PWP. Dirty talk. Voyeurism? Overuse of a certain fictional curse word.
Notes: Prompt #35: Tequila Sunrise.

cut to my journal...

Final Deadline, extensions, etc.etc.

2008-03-23T01:15:54Z

Just a quick reminder to let everybody know that tomorrow is that last official day of slashathon postings. If you won't get yours in by then, that's quite alright, just give us a head's up to let us know what's going on.

(Myself, for instance, got one fic in, and will be a bit late on the second one.)

Everyone has done such a great job with this. I'm really overwhelmed. Everyone, even those that merely tried and didn't quite make it this time, deserves a pat on the back!

So what now? Well, I don't know about you guys, but I think it would be great to do some more in the future. Let us know in the comments to this post if you guys would be interested in trying again sometime in the future? Another slashathon like this one or some kind of similar event? Perhaps a prompt exchange between members, etc. Thoughts?

carve your name into my arm, nc17, anders/duck

2008-03-21T07:22:59Z

Title: Carve Your Name Into My Arm
Fandom, Pairing: bsg, anders/duck
Rating, Words: nc17, 2250
Table, Prompts: bsg_slashathon, name, scent, float
Summary: Tucker loses Nora and Sam doesn't know if he'll ever find Kara. Tucker blames Tyrol for Nora's death and starts wishing for his own. (Set between eps of the Resistance webisodes, and during Occupation.)
A/N: Thank you kmousie for the awesome and speedy beta as usual. I bow down to you.
He swears he can smell the rain.

Stranger in a strange land (Billy/Sam, PG)

2008-03-19T14:42:41Z

Title: Stranger in a strange land
Pairing: Billy/Sam
Rating: PG
Warnings:

Prompt: "I'm a stranger in this town."
--Letting the Cables Sleep by Bush
Summary: "I'm a stranger in this town."
A/N: (if you have any)

Stranger in a Strange Land

Half-Way! You guys rock! :D

2008-03-17T06:24:34Z

Okay guys this is your mid-posting reminder that there is about a week left to get your fics written and posted. There have been some great additions to the slashathon so far and we're really proud of you all.

If you need an extension, do not be afraid to ask. We don't bite. And if you need to back out because you just don't have the time or something's come up, that's okay too. You'll still be allowed to participate in the next ficathon. (In case there's any interest in that? Hmm?)

If you guys aren't aware, and if you haven't already, you can always link back to your stories at bsg2003fics, bsg_slash, and bsg_erotica (if it applies). I'm sure there are other comms out there as well.

But now let's take a look at what's been done so far.

claim # → author → prompt
title → pairing → rating

02 → i_want_2 → The Brig
Romper Stomper → Gaeta/Jammer → Adult

07 → ammonite7 → mistake, circle, real
One Foggy, Foggy Night, Helo/Lee, R

05 → jeeshee → home, skin, gun
What Happens on Kobol → Lee/Zarek, slight Zarek/Meier → R

09 → pairatime → Communication Breakdown
A Storm Between Friends → Apollo/Helo → PG

16 → angelachristian → conscience, soldier, mine
Knowing Me, Knowing You → Leoben/Leoben → NC-17

20 → demonqueen666 → Caprica
Ember in the Ashes → Baltar/Gaeta → PG-13

21 → illyrya → grass, history, fingers
Around → Lee/OMC, Sam/Lee, Karl/Lee → R

28 → boom_queen → stop, gasp, alley
What Is And What Should Never Be → Anders/Lee → R

42 → ashtakra → ambrosia
Food for the Immortals → Helo/Apollo, Helo/OMC → M

45 → dayln03 → boots, doorway, need
All the Brightness That Burns Me → Anders/Tyrol → PG13

48 → krilymcc → remorse, hollow, rain
Under the New Caprican Sky → Anders/Lee → PG

53 → i_want_2 → The Hangar Deck
Amazing Grace → Apollo/Gaeta → Adult

56 → pseudophonist → stock image
Projection → Sam/Lee → R

Yet to come:
01 → superduperkc → "And in your soul they poked a million holes, but you never let it show."
06 → demonqueen666 → stock image
13 → lizardbeth_j → "A life you don't live is still lost"
24 → blackeyedpotato → New Caprica
26 → viennawaits → Mysterious Ways
30 → cynthia_arrow → "Come, break me down. Bury me, bury me.
33 → schmiss → A Hard Day's Night
35 → cynthia_arrow Tequila Sunrise
36 → dukes_of_durham → "Our past is our future"
38 → viennawaits → blind, bargain, lie
40 → nicole_anell → stock image
47 → cerebel → "The people that you've been before/ that you don't want around anymore/ They push and shove and won't bend to your will/ I'll keep them still."
50 → superduperkc → name, scent, float
60 → krilymcc → "I'm a stranger in this town."

All the Brightness That Burns Me (Anders/Tyrol PG-13)

2008-03-17T02:16:51Z

Title: All the Brightness That Burns Me
Pairing: Anders/Tyrol
Rating: PG-13 (mayyybe R)
Warnings: none
Prompt: boots, doorway, need
Summary: They finally find Earth, but Sam expected there to be more.
A/N: Future-fic/some little AU details, beta by superduperkc, title from St.Lawrence River by David Usher

this is it

earth

…finally

But there should be more. He expected there to be more. This place isn’t even supposed to frakkin exist.

we’ll never find earth

there’s no such thing

Except, here they are. After years of sacrifices, of betrayals – his own wife executed like some imposter by the people who'd spent their lives loving and trusting her.

This was supposed to be worth all of that. There should be streets paved in gold, rivers of ambrosia. The frakkin gods themselves should be waiting to greet them. Something, anything.

He just needed so badly for this to be worth it.

----

Everything there feels empty: the ground, dirty and dusty and cracking; the sun, beating down in harsh, glinting streaks across everyone and everything. The blinding light is inescapable.

It reminds him of New Caprica and it makes him uneasy. It makes him feel like the enemy; hiding and suspicious, always cautious that he doesn’t give himself away to anyone. It makes him feel alone all the time.

He doesn’t sleep the first week. His bed is too big, the air is too hot – his shirt sticking to his back where the sweat forms between his shoulders – and his head still aches with the ringing of phantom chords.

He lies awake and tries to remember the look in Tyrol’s eyes in that room, back on Galactica that day. Can’t decide if it was fear or acceptance. Relief because somehow he’d always known, or resentment, because now what?

----

The first thing they build after the housing facilities is a bar. He takes initiative and sets up a makeshift pyramid court next. First things first, he laughs to himself. More often than not, though, the court is left empty and abandoned in favor of the crowded room of the bar. He sits far away from the radio and doesn't count how many times the glass is refilled.

It's late when he leaves – eyes heavy and body buzzing. He stumbles through the doorway and earns himself a strong hand on his shoulder, steadying him.

"Woah. Y'alright Sam?" Tyrol's voice is calm and his hand on Sam's shoulder is heavy and warm and doesn't leave. Sam nods and turns to leave without even bothering to ask the Chief why he's there, but the hand on his shoulder tugs him back.

Maybe it's the alcohol, or maybe it's because Tyrol may be the last familiar thing he has, but Sam grabs his collar and pulls him into a shadow behind the building. His hips slide easily against Tyrol's as he presses him into the wall. Sam kisses him, his tongue sliding over Tyrol's and his hand settling at the base of Tyrol's neck.

"Sam," he rasps, finally pulling away. "Frak."

It's been so long since they'd done this – long before this place, when they had the excuse of confusion, of finding out their whole lives had been a lie. He gasps at the feel of Tyrol's cold fingertips when they slip under his shirt, smooth across the small of his back. Sam thinks that excuse could still work, but can't bring himself to care if it doesn't.

As soon as the blurry edges of the alcohol start to wear off, Sam leads the way back to his room, the heavy fall of Tyrol's boots a step behind. They fall into bed with hands pulling at shirts and shoes. Tyrol mouths along the hollow of Sam's throat, fraks him on the tangled, messy sheets.

When it's over, both bodies tired and warm, Tyrol wraps an arm around Sam's middle, lays his head close enough for his breath to brush the hair against Sam's neck. Sam closes his eyes, peace like nothing he’s felt since they first arrived here, and that has to be worth something.

What Happens On Kobol (Zarek/Lee)

2008-03-16T18:43:04Z

Jumping on the Lee!slash bandwagon...

Title: What Happens On Kobol
Pairing: Zarek/Lee, slight Zarek/Meier
Rating: R
Warnings: Spoilers up to 'Home'
Prompt: home, skin, gun
Length: 692
Summary: Zarek's not sure whether he wants to kill Apollo or frak him.
Author's Note: Set during 'Home'. What if Zarek had other reasons for wanting to get rid of Apollo? Zarek's POV. Ignores the fact that Meier was the impatient one, but then this isn't exactly canon. Contains violence.

Tom Zarek kneels on cold metal, turns his face, waits for a gunshot. Adama’s boy is holding his gun straight like they taught at soldier school, and his face is bloody from the fight. This is the moment Zarek replays in his mind night after night, when Apollo held him in the palm of his hand; when something passed between them, a little like hate, a little like lust.

Now, here on Kobol, their roles are reversed. Zarek presses the barrel of his pistol to Apollo’s forehead, blood dripping from his split lip, and the power courses through his veins like the meanest, greenest Ambrosia from a grotty bar.

“Frak,” mutters the boy.

“Shut up,” he replies, and tries to quell his shaking. “Count to ten. Say a prayer. You’ll be dead by the end.”

“Don’t do this, Zarek. What do you think, you’ll just get away with this? My father-”

“Zeus will smite me, huh? And what if they never find your body? Kobol’s a big frakking planet. Maybe the cylons came in the night and dragged you away before you could make a sound,”

His outer confidence is a lie, and he curses himself inwardly for rushing things. This was Meier’s idea – he should have let Meier deal with it – but the kid was driving him nuts and the gun seemed like a simple solution. Of course he’d have better access to Roslin as a result – a nice side effect of offing his biggest distraction. Drawing him away from the camp was easy enough, with both of them on watch at the same time – did you hear that? Shouldn’t we go and investigate? No, don’t wake the others. They need their sleep.

Apollo seems to slump in defeat for a moment, and Zarek’s heart soars. It’s a trick, of course, and the younger man springs forward, knocking the gun out of the way before Zarek can press the trigger. Once more they are back to fighting with fists and teeth, but this time the dirty tricks Zarek learned in prison are anticipated and the men are more evenly matched.

Apollo pushes Zarek into the ground, pinioning his arms. Zarek kicks out and rolls on top of his opponent, landing a blow to his head. Apollo punches Zarek’s ear and the man falls sideways, but regaining his composure forces Apollo to the ground once more.

“I will kill you with my bare hands if I have to,” Zarek whispers, panting, leaning heavily on the younger man. Now, once more, the power rests solely with him – once more, Apollo gives him a look that burns right into his core.

He leans in and presses his lips to Apollo’s. Apollo kisses back, and for a minute or more it’s all teeth and tongues and Zarek can’t be sure now whether he wants to kill him or frak him. With Meier he is gentle, but then Meier isn’t under his skin like this kid.

They are both breathing heavily now (but no longer from the fight). Apollo slips his hand under Zarek’s shirt, into Zarek’s trousers, around Zarek’s cock. Zarek bites the pilot’s lip and he shudders beneath him.

“Frak,”

This time it’s Zarek who mutters the expletive, and Apollo silences him with a rough kiss as he pushes upwards, rolling Zarek over so he’s the one on his back. He has to close his eyes as Apollo’s hand moves faster, and he presses into the soil. There’s something wonderful about having dark earth under his fingernails again.

There’s a tightening now, and he sucks his breath in. There’s a tree root at the small of his back but he’s past discomfort. As he comes, he remembers the Quorum and Apollo’s breath on his neck as he whispered to him, remembers the boy’s admission that he read his book in college, remembers the time he cried the wrong name in bed with Meier. He doesn’t believe in the gods, but right now he feels like an immortal.

Apollo wipes blood, sweat and come onto the Kobol grass. He leans close to Zarek’s ear and says,

“Still want to kill me?”

Zarek shakes his head.

What Is And What Should Never Be (Anders/Lee, R)

2008-03-12T04:10:02Z

Title: What Is And What Should Never Be
Pairing: Anders/Lee
Rating: R, or Mature
Warnings: Spoilers up through the end of S3
Prompt: stop, gasp, alley
Length: 1500
Summary: A past/present/future AU for Sam and Lee. Equal parts humor, smut and angst.

Sam needs this sometimes. The quiet anonymity of watching the game in a bar he'll never go back to, surrounded by people he'll never see again.

It feels good to watch. He spends every gods-damned day feeling the game. It's good to take a break and just watch. Pretend that he doesn't know all the players, doesn't have to catalog their strengths and strategies in case he meets them on the court. To lose himself in the art and movement of each muscled limb as the players run and duck, the skilled fingers that grab and throw.

Sam is no stickler for gender either, as his eyes trace along the players on screen. He's well aware of the strength and dexterity all pyramid players have. He's never seen any reason to judge or exclude beyond that.

Frakking teammates is complicated though. Frakking players on competing teams is even more complicated. And Sam would be lying to himself if he didn't admit that a large part of the lure of a small random sports bar like this one is the prospect of a good time without complications.

There must be a base or an academy nearby, with all these clean-cut, long-limbed, strong (and a little desperate looking) bodies around him. He breathes in the scent of ambrosia mixed with beer and whatever is available to smoke, the smell of sweat, eagerness and youthful anxieties. He laughs at the idea of himself in a uniform, taking orders from any one other than his coach. No, Sam's pretty sure he would have made a sorry excuse for a cadet.

Though he can see some of the benefits all around him. There are glances and smiles thrown his way on several sides. Some of them might be recognition, but most seem to be good old fashioned appreciation.

His eyes lock in on a group by the door. A loud blond cheering her group through a round of shots. There is joking and camaraderie and innuendo in their banter--it seems very familiar, so maybe it's not much of a stretch from the military to professional pyramid after all. But it's the quiet one at the edge of the group that catches his gaze. There is a smile on his pretty lips but his eyes observe keenly, perhaps a little tipsy but never letting loose that last bit of control. The other man rubs his hand across his face in a half-grimace at someone's bad joke, and Sam's cock jumps at the sight of the thick muscle stretching across his arms.

Sam feels his jaw go a little slack and he doesn't even try to stop the onslaught of images and possibilities his mind is readily supplying. What those tensed lips would like in a gasp. What those arms would look like straining againstwithbecause of him. What that neck would smell like, bruised and worked raw beneath his teeth and lips.

He notices Sam's stare, and Sam's tempted to back down, caught in a long gaze, but he toughs it out. Raises his eyebrow in a question, because the question is obvious and there's no need to telegraph it any more than he already has. The pretty boy shrugs, gives a half-smile and nods to the rest of his group.

And the answer is all there in the body language. I would but I'm stuck with these guys, or Thanks, but not tonight. Appreciative but not taking the bait.

Sam shrugs back and looks back at the large screen. The score has progressed several points on both sides while he was distracted. There are hours before the bar closes, and he knows he won't leave alone.

***

Lee stumbles down the dirt path between tents from the home-grown bar that has popped up on New Caprica to the landing area where the shuttles wait to take him back home to the Beast.

The command wears on him more than he'll show to his crew, and his mixed sympathy and rage at his father waxes and wanes daily, but he can escape it however briefly down here on the ground.

What he can't escape are the other memories. Ones of promises and proclamations and other broken intentions left behind on the valley's floor. The booze doesn't help either. It deadens one source of pain and fuels the other.

So Lee can't help the sharp, angry laugh that fires from his mouth when he sees Sam approaching him from one of the side paths beyond the next row of tents. He hasn't spoken to either of them since that morning, and he has been doing just fine with that so far.

But Sam doesn't look like he'll be put off easily, so Lee braces himself. He's still taken off guard when Sam doesn't even bother with a greeting, just grabs him by the sleeve and hauls him down a small alley between buildings, just beyond the residential tents. This part of the town is still being built, so the buildings are only partially constructed, empty at night. The quietness is unsettling and Lee starts to protest just to fill the silence, but Sam's hand covers his mouth angrily.

"Don't start with me Adama, don't even frakking start."

Lee can think of a dozen different reasons for Sam's wrath, so he bides his time and waits to see which sin he is being called out for now.

"If it isn't the high and mighty commander, down on our humble planet. Lee Adama, slumming with the little people. It's good to know that you haven't lost your human touch Lee, good to know you can still make time for the finer things left in this universe. A little booze, some friendly chatter with the ex-militaries, an all-night frak with my wife..."

And now Lee understands. There is no mistaking the menacing and the pain in Sam's voice this time. This is time for retribution, time for penance.

Sam chokes out, "You know she still smelled like you. Woke me up, dragged me down to the river, said our vows and the whole time all I could smell was you."

Lee's eyes flash in panic but his cock hardens too, and he knows Sam can feel it between them. It's always been like this for them, that edge of desperation and menacing and outright jealousy coloring the ache and want.

Nothing but spit and pre-come to help them this time, Sam covers his fingers in both and works his way inside Lee. The gentleness of his fingers, stretching and burning and soothing, contrasted with the rage still in his eyes.

Lee knows he should feel used and dirty, fingered and frakked against a rough wall in a desolate city, but he feels so alive. He never wants it to stop.

***

The ache doesn't ever quite die down. Sam turns over in bed and pulls Lee closer towards him, tucking legs together and burying his face in Lee's neck. Lee nestles back into the embrace in his sleep. It never stops surprising Sam. Once the grief and the jealousy and the bitterness were behind them...well. Sam never really knew that love could be that full. That unconditional and complete. Sometimes Lee looks at him with so much vulnerability and want that Sam feels suffocated.

There have been times when Sam thought about leaving. Times when he panicked and doubted whether he could ever really stick it out with anyone else. Times when the need to get up, leave, go was almost unbearable. Times when he was sure that someone would finally hear or see or know. Samuel T. Anders. Hero. Husband. Pilot. Toaster.

His hand reaches around front on Lee's chest to settle on the tags that still rest there after all this time. Three tags on one chain, a match to the three around his own neck. They never stopped wearing them. Long after Lee quit the military, and long before the settlement here on Earth. Fumbling around in a new world for purpose, for belonging, the weight of the tags kept them anchored in both past and present. Each wearing their own tags, and splitting hers between them. A constant clanking reminder of what and who they lost to get here.

He stays for Lee. And for her: Kara's daughter. He stays, keeping their frakked up little family together with a singleness of mind and purpose only a machine could achieve. Not a force in this or any other world that could stop him.

He stays because this lie has become the truest thing he has ever known.

"Under the New Caprican Sky" (Sam/Lee, PG-ish)

2008-03-11T15:34:48Z

Title: Under the New Caprican Sky
Pairing: Sam/Lee
Rating: PG (PG-13?)
Warnings:

Prompt: remorse, hollow, rain
Summary: "We got married, can you believe it?"
A/N: (if you have any)

"We got married, can you believe it?"

Food for the Immortals

2008-03-10T08:29:50Z

Title: Food for the Immortals
Pairing: Helo/Apollo, Helo/OMC
Rating: M
Warnings: (none)
Prompt 42: Ambrosia

Setting: Season 3, while Apollo is CAG but after Starbuck’s death
Summary: In myth only the Gods may taste of Ambrosia, for it truly is the food of the immortals. What then, does it mean when mortals indulge? Will it make them immortal, turn them into gods? Or is it like everything else, the journey is the most important thing?

All Chapters: Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three